"Hehe, Shan'er should never be separated from the senior brother for the rest of her life~" Yue Lingshan said sweetly.

"Senior brother, don't be separated from the little junior sister!" Ling Hu Chong laughed.

"Senior brother, what do you think this is?"

"What?"

Linghu rushed back to look back, only to see a snowball in his eyes constantly enlarged, and then

Yue Lingshan ran away, clapped her hands and smiled: "Come on, come on, senior brother, let's have a snowball fight!"

Ling Hu Chong stretched out his hand to wipe the snowflakes from his face, and said angrily: "Little girl, even the senior brother dares to plot?!" Don't run!"

So, the figures of the two children ran away on this snow-covered snow, you chased me, and from time to time grabbed a handful of snowballs to attack each other, and a burst of laughter came from the top of the cliff

Subtly, Ling Hu Chong doesn't know when he started to like the little junior sister, that kind of liking is not just an ordinary brother and sister relationship! In fact, sometimes Ling Hu Chong himself is also thinking, whether he likes Ying Ying more or likes the little sister a little more, perhaps, the status of the two girls in his heart can be equal

Thinking about the top of the cliff, the white hair fluttering with the breeze, looking at the scene on the cliff, sighed softly, once upon a time

"Hehe, little doll, it seems that you can't take the road of desperation into the sword! Rather than this, it is better to take the road you like to come! Hahaha, it seems that the old man can rest for a day today!"

"The sky is south and the north are double flyers, the old wings have asked what the world is like several times in the cold and summer, and the straight people promise life and death! Alas, this little guy is also strange and pitiful!" Feng Qingyang stroked a young eagle he picked up in his arms and sighed

After playing for a morning, Yue Lingshan still didn't have a good time, but under Ling Hu Chong's repeated persuasion, she still reluctantly went off the cliff, after all, Lao Yue was likely to find her, and then reprimand her, Ling Hu Chong of course didn't want the little junior sister to be scolded by Lao Yue because of herself.

Looking at the back of the little junior sister who had gone away again, Ling Hu Chong shouted at the top of the cliff: "Hey, Uncle Tai, come out! You haven't taught me Ling Bo Weibu last time!"

Thinking about the wind on the top of the cliff, Qingyang sighed helplessly and floated down.

"Little doll, how is it, are you having fun?" asked Feng Qingyang with a smile.

"I want you to take care of it! Hurry up, don't grind! Hurry up and teach me Ling Bo Weibu!" Ling Hu Chong said with a very reasonable look.

"Good boy, since you are so anxious, then open my eyes and take a good look!"

As he spoke, the footwork under Feng Qingyang's feet was messy, and his body shape was even more erratic, and the whole person was like a ghost wandering around Ling Hu Chong, which was elusive!

"Memorize the essentials of footwork, do it yourself!"

"Okay!

With his meticulous eyesight, Ling Hu Chong was finally able to clearly capture every step of the wind Qingyang, so it was not difficult to restore it!

Be careful, Ling Hu Chong also centered on the wind Qingyang, his body turned into a ghostly erratic, raising the snow in the sky, and nodding his head when he saw the wind Qingyang.

This is not Ling Hu Chong's talent**, but because the "silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor" in the "Taixuan Sutra" has the same effect as it, so it is more convenient to practice!

After studying for two hours, Ling Hu Chong miraculously comprehended all the essentials of the movements in "Ling Bo Weibu", and as long as he practiced more in the future, he would slowly be able to perform against the enemy and become a reliable means of saving his life!!

The sky gradually became gloomy, and the snowflakes slowly fell down, covering the earth with a thin silver veil.

Linghu Chong returned to the cave to continue to study the mental practice of the "Taixuan Sutra", and Feng Qingyang left a sentence of "In the evening, I will come again" and disappeared like a breeze.

For lunch and dinner, the person who came to deliver it was still the same as before, and the little junior sister couldn't come up, which more or less made Ling Hu Chong's heart feel a little lost.

"Linghu Chong, Linghu Chong, what's wrong with you? Is Yingying or a little junior sister do you like?" In fact, Linghu Chong often asks himself this, but he has never received an answer.

"What's the matter, little doll, what's on your mind?" Feng Qingyang appeared in the cave at some point, and looked at Ling Hu Chong, who was stunned, and asked with a smile.

"Uh, no, nothing"

"Are you thinking about that girl? Seeing Linghu Chong spitting and spitting, Feng Qingyang smiled obscenely.

"I miss your sister!

As he spoke, Ling Hu Chong picked up the long sword on the ground casually, and stabbed straight at him without waiting for the wind to speak.

"Hahaha, young people are just impatient! It's okay, this time I'll see if you can catch my trick!"

"Old man, don't look down on people!Look at the sword!!"

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Five years later

"Dugu Nine Swords, Breaking Sword Style!"

"Bang Bang Bang!!"

The two swords were handed over, and there was a crisp sound of metal handover, and the figures of an old man and a young man were dancing with swords in the air of Siguo Cliff!

"Boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling!"

"Touching !!!!"

The two swords were handed over again, the wind flowed wantonly, and the blue leaves in the sky flew wildly, and the sword qi rushed straight to the top of the entire mountain, if the people under the mountain did not look carefully, they would think that it was a tornado that swept the entire Huashan!!

But no one would have imagined that a peak duel was going on here!!

"Stop, stop!! If you fight again, the old man's bones will be broken up by you!" the white-haired old man said suddenly.

"Hey, Uncle Tai, is there any mistake? You can't do it in less than 200 rounds?" A young man who looked to be about twenty years old answered.

The white-haired old man is the wind is clear, after five years, except for the wrinkles on his face, compared to five years ago, there is no other change, and the young man who fought with him is naturally Ling Hu Chong! The latter has changed very much compared to five years ago, not only the height has reached 1.8 meters, but the temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes, although the facial contours reveal a little immaturity, but also faintly can read a little resolute, if comprehensive, it is also a rare young man in the rivers and lakes

At this time, it is spring, the weather is gradually warming, everything is recovering, the clear spring flows freely in the mountains, the birds sing in the morning sun, everything is so cheerful and harmonious!

"Hahahahaha, little guy, your talent is indeed the best old man I have ever seen, now think about it, five years ago, you were still a little doll who couldn't even catch my moves, and now, in terms of swordsmanship alone, the old man can't help you! Alas, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the future is terrifying!!"

It's no wonder that Feng Qingyang sighs like this, decades ago, he was alone in the martial arts with his swordsmanship that despised the world, and now, the swordsmanship that he has always been proud of is actually a young junior!! It's just that this junior is adjusted/taught by himself, and the loneliness of the wind is much less!

In the past five years, Ling Hu Chong has practiced "Ling Bo Weibu" and meditated and pranayama with the "Taixuan Sutra" during the day according to his plan, and practiced "Dugu Nine Swords" with Feng Qingyang at night, and often until dawn!!

The little sister would often come up to play with him, and before he knew it, the little girl had become more delicate! Lao Yue and Shi Niang would also come to visit from time to time, and each time they brought new clothes. Sometimes, the land monkeys will also come from the bottom of the mountain to visit with some wine

Now, the swordsmanship is close to being completed! Feng Qingyang's twenty years of skill seems to really underestimate Ling Hu Chong's talent for swordsmanship!!

"Uncle Taishi, I've been here for five years! Now I want to go back to Huashan to see how it's going!" Ling Hu Chong said.

"Hehe, it's okay or not, anyway, the old man has nothing to teach you!

"Then I'll be gone, old man, I'll miss you!"

"Go, go, go, go!"

"Uncle Taishi!"

Ling Hu Chong screamed solemnly, Feng Qingyang turned around, only to see Ling Hu Chong's knees slowly hit the ground, and solemnly buckled his head three times!!

"The grace of teaching art makes Hu Chong toothless and unforgettable!!"

After speaking, Linghu Chong got up and walked slowly down the mountain without looking back

Feng Qingyang looked at Ling Huchong's back when he left, his old eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, and he whispered to himself: "Good boy, the survival of the people in the world will be handed over to you!"

After five years, how will this river and lake change?

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PS:

Five years have passed, how will this river and lake change, and what will happen to Ling Hu Chong's peerless swordsmanship?

A new and exciting story is about to begin, and this book will start from now on!

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Stay tuned for the third volume, Battle of the Sword and the Rivers and Lakes

(From the next chapter, the chapters/sections will be re-sorted by numbers, which is to indicate that the foreshadowing is over!More than a hundred chapters of foreshadowing!!It's tiring enough just to watch!It's conceivable to write!Some friends react that some plots are aggrieved, but in fact, Xiaoyao is more aggrieved than you (>_^ω^.)