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The fragrance of gardenias quietly permeated the quiet night, and the moonlight hazy all the corners of the courtyard, including the sleeping big black donkey, and the two people sitting in front of the flower bed did not care about the quiet time like a thin stream of water, and talked simply and happily, at least Chen Wanru thought so.

In the bright eyes, there is joy and happiness in them, and the dimples that are shallow at the corners of the mouth represent Chen Wanru's mood at this moment, and then she fell on the flower bed, looked at the flowers that were blooming, and said softly: "Do you like it?"

Xu Lin followed Chen Wanru's gaze, under the black night, under the background of the starlight, the little drops of water on the white petals sometimes flashed with a crystal luster, but when he saw that moment as bright as fireworks, his eyes were a little dim, and this flower could only be beautiful for a while after all.

Xu Lin, who pretended to be smiling, nodded lightly, and then when he was about to pick a white flower, Chen Wanru stretched out her hand and hurriedly stopped: "It was just transplanted, why bother hurting it?"

"Yes, why hurt it?" Xu Lin stood up, and under Chen Wanru's gaze, he took two steps back and forth: "Among the disciples selected by Kunlun in the past dynasties, have you walked to the peak of the Moon Peak?"

"As far as I know, no, but I've heard my father tell me an allusion. Chen Wanru said with a slight frown.

"Oh?" Xu Lin, who seemed to be interested, seemed to light up in his eyes. And Chen Wanru, who looked at Xu Lin like this, seemed to have a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

For those serious things in the eyes of men, girls never seem to be interested, Chen Wanru used to explain because Xu Lin didn't know Kunlun's situation, but now she wants to say something else, such as the words in her heart, the feelings between each other, although these words, thinking about it makes people blush a little, but these are what she wants to hear.

"My father said that the stairs of Mochizuki Peak seem to hide some kind of sword intent, and every time it reaches a certain number of layers, it will transform its qi and transform it, and a new interpretation method will be derived, but what it is, but I don't know it, because I haven't climbed it at all. ”

Hearing this, Xu Lin fell into deep thought, recalled the sword intent he felt in the past, and deeply understood what Chen Wanru said now.

When I first stepped into the porch with the word "yellow", I felt a gravity like a mountain, and then a kind of sword intent as fast as a sword was separated from this gravity, but now it is a combination of the two, both fast and heavy.

Xu Lin was thinking about it, experiencing the feeling he was experiencing at that time, but Chen Wanru stood up quietly at this time, and when Xu Lin reacted, Chen Wanru just said softly: "It's time for me to go, it's not too early." ”

Xu Lin, who thought that Chen Wanru was unhappy, hurriedly retained it, but think about it, this time is indeed not early, and what about Chen Wanru? In the process of Xu Lin's nervousness, he also felt a very good feeling, especially when he saw the other party's nervous appearance, this feeling was very wonderful, as if it was a kind of pleasure.

But it's really not early, it's really time to leave, looking at Xu Lin who was seeing him off on the side, in the bottom of his heart, somehow there was a sudden reluctance, but he had to leave.

When I saw Xu Lin waving goodbye as before, thinking that Xu Lin would suffer from the torture of the stairs behind the porch in the future, my heart was sour, but it was fleeting, because what Chen Wanru wanted Xu Lin to see was a happy self.

The farewell and the recipient, at the moment of separation from each other, will have different feelings in their hearts, or happy, or sad, or sad, but these feelings can not be found in Xu Lin's body.

At the moment when Chen Wanru's figure disappeared into the night, Xu Lin's originally somewhat melancholy face instantly turned into expressionlessness, and it was like this that he returned to the courtyard expressionlessly, and some of his eyes were all silent and lifeless, which can also be said to be a kind of coldness.

Xu Lin, who has no sense of trust in people, will only show his true face after Chen Wanru leaves. That face is a little blank, and there is a hint of haze in it, because he has been lying, and after the lie comes out, the false smile will immediately follow, so the hypocritical self seems to be very tired, so Xu Lin likes to be alone more often and fall into his own thinking.

Putting aside a qiē thought, Xu Lin quietly looked at the gardenia in the altar, on the white petals, when a drop of dew gently dripped down the moment, Xu Lin, who seemed to have made some kind of determination, stood up resolutely, and took it with him, and a petal fell, quietly.

On this day, Xu Lin, who had finished his morning practice as usual, picked up the white papers scattered all over the place, and then returned to his residence. In the pain, Xu Lin smiled, this smile was a little hideous, but this pain made Xu Lin more sober, and then threw the white paper in his other hand into the air, the white paper scattered in the air, and then slowly floated down, and Xu Lin turned around and left, but his eyes were at the bottom of the mountain.

The porch engraved with the word "yellow" stood here so quietly, Xu Lin only had the word "yellow" in his eyes, and he didn't know when there was a slender branch in his hand, and after waving the branch lightly, Xu Lin stepped in.

The same heavy pressure on the stairs as before hit first, Xu Lin chuckled, the branch in his hand swayed slightly, and an invisible sword intent came out along the branch, and the two breaths collided instantly. Immediately afterwards, Xu Lin's sword breath disappeared, and the heavy pressure still hit, and the branches in Xu Lin's hand also stabbed out continuously at this time, and every time, there was a sword breath that hit the wall that seemed to be formed by heavy pressure.

Not once, twice, Xu Lin waved like this, the branches in his hands gradually formed afterimages, and the sword breath also hit the wall of pressure like a thin sword with each wave of the branches.

In a trance, this pressure seemed to stop, and Xu Lin was running the "Dao Yuan Fundamental Qi Method" in his body to replenish the sword breath, and at the same time, he stepped up the steps step by step. Xu Lin on this day is different from usual, Xu Lin on this day is so chic, really like a sword cultivator, some are just swords in their hands.

The pace is unsteady, how to continue, the heart can be oriented, this is an obsession, as at this moment can only rely on the branches like a sword, there should be this kind of awareness, Xu Lin thought about it all night last night, and only then did he understand that since there is a sword breath in the body, why do you have to be beaten passively every time? Be a man to be direct, turn passive into active.

Converting the sword breath to the branches of the tree seemed to be very effective, at least in front of him, and when Xu Lin climbed the stairs after a hundred steps, Xu Lin's brows furrowed tightly, but he still smiled, but this smile was even more hideous.

In order to get to the top, one can throw aside a qiē. Why can't you put aside a qiē?

What is on the mountain? The gate of the supreme avenue is waiting for you, what is on the mountain? There are exercises that make you stronger, and what is there on the mountain? There is a method that makes bloodstained Taoists unable to survive and die.

So, what else can't be left behind!

Xu Lin smiled, smiling fiercely, his forehead was puffed up because of the heavy pressure, and the silk was silently automatic, and the tears on his clothes were cut again and torn apart by the sword breath, but Xu Lin was still waving his arms, and the branches in his hands also hit the air that seemed to be empty one by one, but there was a sound of fluttering, that was the sound of the sword breath cracking, that was Xu Lin's unyielding voice.

The steps were already very difficult, but Xu Lin was still moving forward, the branch in his hand had been broken, but Xu Lin was still moving forward, there was blood flowing from his forehead, but Xu Lin was still moving forward, until he met the sword breath that was one with the pressure and the sword breath, Xu Lin still moved forward.

At this time, the body was not only broken clothes, but every sword breath that fell on Xu Lin's body at this time would leave a wound on Xu Lin's body, the wound was not deep, but there was blood flowing out.

Licking the blood that flowed to the corners of his lips, tasting the trace of fishy sweetness, Xu Lin stood still, half of the branch danced to the sky, opened his mouth, full of scarlet color, and his eyes were full of excitement and madness. Xingtian Dance is a dry relative, and Mengzhi is always there. "Why can't I!

The degree of the flow of breath in his body instantly doubled, and the frequency of the branches in Xu Lin's hand was even faster, but if he looked closely, the traces left in the air when the branches danced had a sense of familiarity. I saw it clearly, and unconsciously, it was so similar to the lines drawn by Xu Lin on those white papers, but the degree was faster, and the flowing texture was clearer, but Xu Lin's demeanor was even more crazy.

His eyes were cracked, his face was full of blood, and he was flying around, Xu Lin shouted angrily, and his body suddenly leaned up, this step is considered to be a step, and what is next? Xu Lin, who was already covered in injuries, could only move forward, forward, and forward again!

Do you want to put aside a qiē, do you want to put it away? Leave it behind! Everything in the world is not in my heart, and everything can become a ghost under the sword!

Xu Lin took another step, two steps, and blood gushed all over his body, but Xu Lin felt a sense of pleasure, this seemed to be the last madness, it was a battle with the sky!

There was a layer of blood in his eyes, and there were no branches in Xu Lin's hands, and there was no half left, but Xu Lin's hands were sword fingers, still waving, and he took steps step by step. All the way on the stone steps, it was full of Xu Lin's blood, but Xu Lin still did not retreat, because in the face of this day, in the face of blood, he could not be defeated again, so he had to continue, so he would not hesitate!

The sword breath in the air suddenly turned, and the pressure in the sky seemed to disappear all at once, but Xu Lin didn't care, he was already immersed in this madness, why did he want to understand this, there was only one thought in his heart, kill!

The sword breath in the sky seemed to feel Xu Lin's battle intent, and the sword breath that was as heavy as a mountain was no more, but what came at this time was a thin sword like a drizzle. Like a torrential rain, there is no place to hide, and Xu Lin has never thought about escaping, since he has already fought, why should he escape?

The sword breath in the sky, like a sharp sword, quickly penetrated Xu Lin's body, and suddenly, Xu Lin looked up to the sky and roared, his pace was still the same, and the sword breath in the sword fingers was still the same, but Xu Lin was still going up the ladder, using his life, and every step was full of blood marks, which were traces of his life.

Gradually, Xu Lin began to lose consciousness, lost what he thought, lost what he thought, but the body was still moving forward, the arm was still waving, his eyes were blank, the pain was no longer there, and the end of this mountain ladder was not in front of him?

I don't know when, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Xu Lin, and the sword breath in the sky suddenly disappeared all at once, only Xu Lin was still waving his arms. Between those fingers, there was no sword breath, but Xu Lin was still waving, and his steps were still up step by step, until he came to the near side of the figure. A big hand, the skin on the hand was a little dry, but it was a vigorous and powerful hand that grabbed Xu Lin's waving arm.

There was a look of approval in his eyes, and the old Taoist priest who looked at Xu Lin still wanted to shake the arm that was caught, sighed, held his hand tighter, and said faintly: "You, you have passed." ”

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