The next day.

That figure waved a sword in the peach blossom forest again.

At noon, the female disciples appeared on Yunqiao again.

"Look, that stupid boy is stabbing at the peach blossom again."

The woman in Tsing Yi especially emphasized the word "poke". The flowery female disciples around her were as young as spring and white snow. They all had rosy and shy faces, and they hid their faces and smiled shyly.

"With such a thin body and a wooden sword, what can be stabbed? Senior sister is probably too busy thinking about it in spring and has some distracting thoughts."

"Oh, I won't tell you!"

The female disciple left happily, just thinking that she had a little more happiness in the boring days.

Gu Yusheng has always been there.

But he is not in the eyes of the Qingyun Sect disciples.

For Gu Yusheng, it is a day of practice.

Same monotony.

And boring!

"Three thousand one hundred and ninety-nine."

Gu Yusheng gritted his teeth. He could not hold the sword for the last time, and the wooden sword fell to the ground again.

"Three thousand four hundred swords tomorrow!"

Gu Yusheng looked at the sword that fell to the ground, and felt a little annoyed. He didn't understand why he could still swing the previous sword, but when he was left with the last sword, he suddenly lost his strength and was unable to complete the task.

Time has no trace, disturbing a few peach blossoms to bloom.

Gu Yusheng came to the peach blossom forest as usual.

"Today's goal is five thousand five hundred swords!"

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath and began to repeat boring actions.

On the Cloud Bridge.

The female disciples who came from Luochen Peak to pay silent tribute couldn't help but stop.

The woman in green clothes held her chin in her hands, staring at the unreal and thin figure in the clouds and mist, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion: "He seems to be punishing himself every day, as if he has a grudge against that peach blossom tree."

"Senior Sister Xiaofeng, practicing swordsmanship shouldn't be like this. Look at Miss Mo, you can master the Yunshui Sword Technique taught by your master as soon as you learn it. She is not burying her head in front of the peach blossom tree like this."

The woman in green clothes nodded, but did not laugh at the young man who was practicing the sword as she did in the past. Instead, she defended the young man: "But he is here every day at this point, isn't he?"

"It seems so."

On the Cloud Bridge, several women looked at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent and solid.

The reason why they can laugh is because they stand at a high place and can gaze at places lower than them. But how high is Qingping Mountain? Qingyun Gate is just at the foot of the mountain.

Besides, what’s wrong with working hard alone?

Walking across the abyss is not a kind of courage.

It should be noted that the young man Ling Yunzhi once promised to be the best in the world.

"It's boring. I'm going back to practice. I heard that Miss Mo has condensed the Qi of Yuan Fei into black hair. Compared with her, what's the difference between us and Gu Yusheng?"

In the peach blossom forest, Gu Yusheng waved his wooden sword for half a month, and his whole person glowed with vitality and vitality.

As he guessed, the blue Yuan Fei Qi in Dantian was several times stronger than before swinging the sword, and the initial blue Yuan Fei Qi also turned into wisps of strange lines and threads, like a swan building a nest.

The Dantian is built up little by little.

The limits of his body are just like the number of times he can swing the last sword, and he is breaking through himself every day.

It’s another beautiful spring day.

Gu Yusheng swung his sword as usual. In his eyes, the peach blossom at the tip of the sword was as if he had met it for the first time. From its unopened buds to now, the fragrance is overflowing. Gu Yusheng witnessed the blooming of a peach blossom.

The aroma is tangy and refreshing.

Gu Yusheng suddenly turned his head and saw a girl as bright as a flower on the peach blossom tree behind him. She jumped on the branches and landed in front of him in an instant.

The girl has peach blossoms in her eyes and is wearing a white dress.

The flesh is like jade, and the jade is as pure as jade.

The appearance is full of flowers, and the flowers are as beautiful as brocade.

Gu Yusheng looked into the eyes of the girl who was pressing the peach blossoms with her hands. They looked at each other in a daze. Those beautiful jasper eyes seemed to be filled with stars. Their brilliance could not be compared to the beautiful blue waves in the world.

Gu Yusheng was a little at a loss. The wooden sword in his hand still maintained an upright and stabbing movement, and he squeezed his fingers tightly for fear of hurting the girl. His lips trembled, and he wanted to say hello to the girl, but he was timid and didn't know how to say it.

But he still showed a quiet and indifferent smile.

"You're blocking my sword practice."

"Hey, it turns out the person they were talking about was you."

Mo Wanyun held her hands in her arms, her face covered with peach blossoms, her smart eyes were full of curiosity, the breeze blew across her face, stirring a few strands of hair. In the age of cardamom, her body was like a willow branch that had just begun to grow, and the lotus leaves were pointed.

, not familiar with the customs of this world, only the innocence and romance of girls.

"What?"

"That person who practices swordsmanship against peach blossoms every day."

When Mo Wanyun said this, he covered his mouth and smiled. With his smart eyes, he saw that Gu Yusheng was holding a sword and motionless. He was extremely cautious and awkward. He laughed out loud. He stretched out his jade hand to stand across the peach blossom tree, and gently touched it with his little fingers like lotus root.

A light click on Gu Yusheng's wooden sword.

"Don't poke me."

She walked around the peach blossom branches, put her hands on her hips, and showed her savage posture again, with a fierce look on her face.

"Give me my stuff back."

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew what the bright-eyed and unruly girl in front of him wanted. He obviously wanted to return it honestly, but he changed his words when he spoke.

"I do not understand."

"Dishonest."

Mo Wanyun stared at Gu Yusheng up and down, and flicked the silver butterfly on her bun with her fingers.

"A pearl in my hairpin."

"Strung with red thread."

Gu Yusheng shook his head.

"Never seen it."

"real?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

The girl tapped her fingers on the hollow of her pink cheeks.

He suddenly stretched his face towards Gu Yusheng's face, which made Gu Yusheng lean back in fright. In a daze, he smelled the girl's fragrance, which was more charming than the smell of peach blossoms.

The young man's face suddenly turned red and he said in a panic: "Be careful, I'm going to stab you with my sword."

"Huh, you're blushing, you lied!"

"I...I didn't."

Gu Yusheng stepped back, his body unsteady and he fell to the ground, looking a bit embarrassed.

The girl giggled.

"Then just pretend you didn't lie."

Mo Wanyun stretched out his hand, picked off the peach blossom that Gu Yusheng pointed at with his sword every day, hung it on his bun, and stuck out his tongue at the young man in a weird way.

"Does it look good?"

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment and just nodded silently.

"Let's go!"

Mo Wanyun turned around at this time and skipped away. She shuttled through the peach blossom forest, occasionally disturbing a peach tree or two, causing peach blossoms to fly down.

It took a while.

Gu Yusheng stood up and held his sword.

A sword thrust out.

Feeling restless, he cut down countless peach blossoms. The orioles flying in the peach blossom forest and the grass growing gradually blurred the back of the girl who was going away.

well.

Gu Yusheng felt inexplicably sad and hung his sword on his body.
To be continued...