Chapter 287 The rivers and lakes laughed at the heroic song

Such a beautiful poetic picture has a hint of ominousness in it, which only makes Madame Ling feel a chill.

Surrounded by many women in Tsing Yi, Mrs. Ling, the owner of Qingluo Villa, was teaching her new disciples the skills of tea picking.

A shout came from afar: "Madame... Mrs. ··· There is a letter from Yangzhou······"

Unlike in the past, Mrs. Ling did not feel happy about the letter this time, on the contrary, Mrs. Ling's hands trembled violently, and she dropped the bamboo basket in her hand to the ground, and then turned to the person who sent the letter with a slightly ominous look.

Mrs. Ling settled down, took the letter, and opened the letter expectantly and timidly······ After a while, Mrs. Ling's eyes were dark and she fainted in the tea garden.

Under the service of her disciple, Madam Ling slowly opened her eyes.

"Hurry... Hurry up and go to Yangzhou ······"

An elderly disciple took the letter from Madam Ling's hand and observed it, and tears of sadness flowed for a moment.

"Senior Sister ······"

I couldn't help but shout out.

Several disciples didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly returned to the villa to prepare fast horses. In the blink of an eye, several yellow fat fast horses flew to Yangzhou Qingxin Yaju under the leadership of Mrs. Ling.

Reflecting on the rippling blue water of the lake, an old man wearing a hat is holding a long pole and is sitting on a light boat.

A platoon of well-trained cormorants awaits the master's orders." There was a commotion, and the cormorants plunged into the water, and in a few moments, three or two jumped out of the water and jumped to the bow of the boat, stretched out their necks, and spat out the fish that had swallowed into the cabin······

The fisherman's pleated face smiled with satisfaction.

As the light boat drifts into the distance, the lake sometimes swings with cormorants catching prey······ In the distance, the fisherman's deep singing could be faintly heard······

Man's destiny is predestined.

Chasing fame and fortune to nothing.

Who can succeed in a hundred years?

Talk about success or failure on heroes.

The glory of the powerful is with the wind.

Where do you go if you become a king or lose?

The wind has blown and the clouds have drifted.

When is the grievance of the rivers and lakes.

The heart is greedy, and the heart is higher.

It's hard to know how the gods are.

Smile with a knife.

Grievances.

But it's hard to understand when you're dying.

The cycle of the sun and the moon.

The sky is deceased.

Men are ambitious and ageless.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

It seems to be affectionate, if it is ruthless.

How many heroes have taken their lives to prove it.

Jianghu Kyushu mixed gangsters.

Can't hide the infamy of a lifetime.

The surging river is inexhaustible.

Countless wails.

Helpless three-foot loess

It is also difficult to bury the ambition of hegemony.

Jianghu laughs.

Laughing with your head held high is the way of truth.

A pot of wine takes me to the sky······

The song drifted with the wind, followed the white swan in the air and spread into the distance, only to hear the disciples of Jianhu Villa drop the sword in their hands, and pricked up their ears to listen to the beautiful song.

Swan Island in the middle of Bishui Lake.Liu Qingyuan, dressed in a light yellow robe, holding the Nine Clouds Tripod Sword.Listening carefully to the beautiful singing.The sword in his hand moves with the sound, as if he is cheering for the fisherman's song.The white swan with snow-white feathers lands on one foot and chirps.It seems that a loyal audience is cheering for Liu Qingyuan.

The Nine Clouds Ding Sword in Liu Qingyuan's hand was retracted and released freely, and it was the unique martial arts taught by his master Ye Qiubai who danced carefully.

Now that Liu Qingyuan has practiced the stream and the broken moon, it has reached the seventh minute of fire, and I saw that the Nine Clouds Ding Sword was held in Liu Qingyuan's hand, emitting a huge power.

Hundreds of cold lights appeared wherever the blade went······

In the distance, a boulder was faintly exposed on the water. I saw the white swan chirp and flapped its wings and flew towards the boulder.

Liu Qingyuan raised his eyes and looked at it, revealing a helpless smile.

Then Liu Qingyuan's eyes locked "whoosh..." A hint of wind came out of his hand, and the Nine Clouds Ding Sword slashed across the water and rushed towards the boulder at the feet of the white swan with a powerful force······

The white swan didn't seem to really fall asleep, and when he saw that the sword was about to come, he got up lightly with his feet off the ground and flew into the blue sky.

Liu Qingyuan didn't think so, only to see his hands crossed, and after a moment, he suddenly sent out a true qi towards the flying Nine Clouds Ding Sword.

At this time, the white swan in the sky also swooped down and landed beside Liu Qingyuan, making a moving chirp.

Liu Qingyuan leaned over and stroked the white swan's feathers and smiled: "Heavenly Blade Arrow, you are really my good brother, the family teacher taught me the Tianpeng Roundabout, and now I have learned the essence of it, and you also have half of the credit here."

It turned out that this white swan was the ugly duckling that Liu Qingyuan adopted that had lost its parents.

I saw the Heavenly Blade Arrow snuggling up to Liu Qingyuan's side, revealing a hint of a smile.

A light boat left the waterfront of Sword Lake Villa and sped towards Swan Island.In an instant, he was already a few meters away from Swan Island.Liu Qingyuan saw the frightened expression of the disciple on the light boat, and hurriedly got up and walked towards the shore of Swan Island.

waved his hand and said, "Senior brother... When was it so rushed."

The disciple didn't care to come to the shore and jumped up, and couldn't wait to jump to Liu Qingyuan's side.

Panting, "Division... Senior brother··· Oh no, I don't know what's going on in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.There is always a sword that makes a strange sound restlessly.It makes the Hidden Sword Pavilion restless day and night.Even the disciples guarding the door are terrified and don't know what to do.Now the master is not in the villa, so I have to ask the senior brother to go and decide."

Hearing this, Liu Qingyuan hurriedly jumped to the light boat with the disciple and went straight to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The Tibetan Sword Pavilion is located in a hill on the west side of the Sword Lake Villa, although it is only a few meters away from the Bishui Lake, but the climate of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion is dry, the purple red hills are full of strange stones, and the sunset forms a beautiful scenery.