Yingmeng suddenly pulled away from the game at the end of a move, closed her eyes and suddenly laughed.

The girl's face was bathed in the moonlight, with long eyelashes like butterflies' wings and lingering breath, and her thin crimson lips gently curled up a breeze-like curve. It seemed very calm, but the laughter was strangely crazy.

Xian Qing paused for a moment and finally chose to be a gentleman, not taking advantage of others' danger.

"Why laugh?"

"Do you need a reason to laugh?" Yingmeng calmed down and laughed softly, unable to tell whether it was a pleasure or a mockery, showing a bit of strange gentleness.

"It's great to be able to laugh." Xian Qing blinked his slender eyelashes slightly. "If you can laugh for yourself, just smile more."

In life, people always laugh for others, smiling reluctantly and flatteringly. How many people can smile more for themselves?

Yingmeng lowered her eyes, finally stopped smiling, her lips twitched slightly, and her voice was very light. "Sir Immortal Lord! I have reached the eighth style in your hand. You have never taught the last style to think of meaning. I am curious, as the founder, do you really understand? It's just to make up the words."

"A gentleman has nine thoughts: seeing is bright, listening is intent, being gentle, being gentle, being respectful, speaking is loyal, being respectful, being doubtful, thinking is questionable, thinking is difficult, being angry is difficult, and seeing is righteous." - "The Analects of Confucius·Ji"

Xian Qing looked at her figure standing on the treetops and remained silent. He might have understood it before, but it was just because he was well protected, so he could see it very well. His mood was like a loft in the sky, and the truth he said was similar to why not eat meat.

If he had been smooth sailing all his life, he would have been able to win the world, but where did so many things come from in the world? Some of the principles that he once understood were not self-evident.

Ying Meng paid attention to every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even every muscle beat, and finally showed his thin lips and slightly bent his eyebrows.

At this moment, Xian Qing is no longer the god in her heart. She used to think that he had no weaknesses, but now the more she learns, she knows that he is also a human being. People always have weaknesses, and because of this, people are human beings.

People often say that no matter how small the weakness is, it is enough to be fatal. But what if there are many weaknesses? People will always be prepared for one place, and flaws will be revealed in the other. Then there are flaws all over the body. From a certain perspective, isn’t there any flaws?

The atmosphere was relatively silent and quiet for a while. Ying Meng's fingertips increased again, and she seemed to understand something...

She always thought about defeating Xian Qing, thinking that it would be over to pull him off the altar, but now he is human, why didn't she feel happy?

Friend? She seemed to suddenly understand that Shengyuan chord Xianqing might never regard the other party as an enemy. When a master meets a master, it is a mutual appreciation that never lacks highlights... As long as the interests are the same, cooperation and common layout are not impossible...

Yingmeng closed her eyes, and what was shining in front of her was Xian Qing's shadow. Perhaps in fact, everything was confusing and there was no answer.

Does the shadow dream hate the string green?

The hatred between them is innate.

A hatred that is both wonderful and stupid, both absurd and reasonable.

Hate is not an absolute emotion.

Why do you hate? Because there is love.

Why are there hatred? Because of the relationship.

Hatred is not a simple feeling, it is a complex compound feeling. In addition to loneliness, it also includes understanding and respect.

It’s a pity that there are not many enemies worthy of respect, and even fewer people can understand each other.

The distance between hatred and love is unclear. Perhaps it is because it is difficult to measure, or perhaps it is because of escape.

The sword light in her hand shone the complexity in her eyes. If she can't make a decision, let fate come and hand it over to this moment of life and death.

If she wins, she cuts off all this from the root. If she loses, she will wait for him to kill the sin.

Ying Meng looked at Xian Qing, and the last move was only one move...

The night was slightly cool, the wind was rustling, the shadows of flowers, branches and leaves rustled, and the two people standing on the treetops were staring at each other, and the sense of oppression continued to accumulate.

Xian Qing did not move, and Ying Meng did not move. The last move was the Heart Sword, which was united with the sword, but one sword had no extra moves... It was only human.

They pay attention to each other's slight movements and every look, calculate the surrounding environment, the other's possible movements, and countermeasures.

I will not take action before I make it clear, and after I take action, I will not calculate it anymore. The last sword has no gorgeous moves or complicated skills. After I draw the sword, I will be unrestrained, even if it represents a lot.

The two of them moved, the sword was so light and flowing, the distance between the two people was so close, and both swords had pierced out with all their strength.

The last sword, the one that determines the outcome, is also the one that determines destiny.

It was not until now that Ying Meng realized that her sword power had deviated, and the deviation between one or two inches had already nailed her fate.

A hint of relief flashed in Yingmeng's eyes. Why is it biased? Sword move? Or heart?

But at this moment, Xian Qing's sword suddenly slowed down. How could this be possible?

In the midst of lightning, Xian Qing sideways avoids the sword light and stands at Yingmeng's sword end. His sword stops in front of Yingmeng's throat. The dark red blood beads dripped along the tip of the sword, and the sword edge is cold. The sword blade touched Yingmeng's skin, and it is really only a little bit, just a step forward. No, there is no need for a step, just a line of distance. No matter how beautiful or painful life is, everything will have nothing to do with her.

She felt a strange sting. It was not physical, but from the heart.

At the last moment, Xian Qingyu lost his sword energy and took back the deadly killer.

At that moment, the two of them had their eyes in contact, and Yingmeng let out a long sigh from the bottom of her heart. "I lost."

At the same time, the strange darkness slowly dissipated in the dawn that had just emerged in the east.

Xian Qing's expression did not change at all, and his movements remained unchanged, and he was very alert. He always felt that it was not over yet.

"The last move of the Gentleman Sword Technique has a flaw." Ying Meng smiled, without a trace of surprise in her eyes, and even a little expectation. Her tone seemed to have returned to normal. "Do you know this flaw. Did you stay on purpose? Beware of everyone, including yourself."

"The gentleman's sword never kills people." Xian Qing's face looked like the light that had just been revealed. The surface was light, but it was hidden inside behind the rolling clouds. "A gentleman will always stay with a thread when doing things."

Ying Meng heard it, without even raising her head, staring at the ground with her eyes and laughing softly.

The showdown was over, the wind stopped, the sun slowly rose, and the light dispelled the darkness as if everything was over.

"I lost." Ying Meng said with a smile, with a sigh in her tone, and her temperament seemed to warm up again, as if she had returned to normal.

Xian Qing felt more and more strange.

Suddenly, Ying Meng raised her head suddenly, and at the end of the year there was a layer of blood, emitting a charming light. The light was so thick that it almost overflowed from her eyes.

Xian Qing immediately reacted and quickly pulled the sword away.

Yingmeng saw the palm of the snatching Kong's hand, tilted her head, and a hint of sigh flashed in her eyes. "It's one step late..."

Ying Meng half-kneeled on the ground, grabbed Xian Qing with her left hand and smashed her elbow, showing a sick smile, stained with blood, very beautiful but palpitations. "You may be a gentleman, but unfortunately I am not."

Xian Qing's pupils shrank slightly and he jumped violently.

Yingmeng's sword hilt turned and slashed to the right, and a sound of breaking through the air came. If it weren't for his flashing fast just now, his right foot would be crossed out.

The cold wind rustled, rushing towards me, wrapping up a little coolness.

Xian Qing moved his footsteps slightly back, and instinctively raised his hand, used his spiritual energy, and blocked the sword that was slashed from the upper right.

Unexpectedly, Yingmeng took advantage of the momentum to press it on the branch, and the branch pressed was slightly bent. The situation reversed instantly, and it was his turn to avoid it, and Yingmeng's sword blade was close at hand.

His long eyelashes like dry wings trembled slightly, and there was an unconcealed shock in his eyes.
Chapter completed!