In the winter of Dahua Sword Scenic Spot, the wind and snow were particularly heavy. Some elders said that this was the biggest snow in fifty years.

However, when the years entered the scenic spot twelve years, the wind and snow came to an abrupt end, leaving behind the white snow all over the mountains and the biting coldness when the ice and snow melted.

The annual annual examination of the Tianji Sect Huixin Palace will be held in these days.

However, this year's annual exam, several potential disciples in the Xinxin Palace, such as Song Ming, Jian Ying, Zhang Yunshuang, Yang Yunfeng, etc., did not participate. The disciples in the competition had a low level and had no highlights. The entire annual exam ended in this dull plainness.

The only thing that makes people shine is the young man who sat upright on the elder's mat.

Yang Yunfeng attended the New Year exam in an elder uniform. Although he had nothing to say, he attracted the attention of most of the disciples. Yang Yunfeng saw that there was envy, admiration, jealousy and dissatisfaction in these gazes, so he sighed slightly, closed his eyes to rest, and deliberately ignored these gazes.

So he didn't pay attention to the competition on the field from beginning to end, so he couldn't remember who won the first place when he left the Sui Chat exam - although when Shouxin Zhenren announced the result, he opened his eyes and glanced at the disciple of Huixin Palace who was a few years older than him.

This day has passed like this.

Yang Yunfeng hurried back to Tingsongju and met the real person Shouzhuo who had not attended the annual exam. The real person Shouzhuo asked him some questions and asked him to prepare for entering Beijing.

The next day, it happened to be the Lantern Festival. At night, the real person Shuzhu, Yang Yunfeng, Zhang Yunshuang, and Wen Chengyi gathered together and had a reunion dinner. Only then did Yang Yunfeng learn that the sect had decided to let Zhang Yunshuang Wen Chengyi get married within the year.

Looking at the sweet smiles of senior brothers and sisters, Yang Yunfeng suddenly felt lonely. Li Wanyi's face in front of him could not help but feel a little sad. He lost his appetite for a while, and he couldn't eat any of the Lantern Festivals in the bowl.

Seeing this, Shouzhuo couldn't help but sigh. Zhang Yunshuang and Wen Chengyi knew Yang Yunfeng's thoughts and felt sad. For a moment, everyone in the house lost interest.

A good reunion dinner ended like this. Wen Chengyi flew back to Ninghuafeng Tongwu Palace alone, and Shouzhuo Zhenren went back to the house to meditate, leaving behind Zhang Yunshuang and Yang Yunfeng, the senior and brothers.

Zhang Yunshuang took Yang Yunfeng's hand and comforted him softly, saying that Yang Yunfeng and Li Wanyi would be able to get married if they had lovers.

Listening to Zhang Yunshuang's words, Yang Yunfeng felt warm and finally showed a little forced smile.

Seeing this, Zhang Yunshuang felt a little ominous premonition, and she was frowning, which made her look distressing.

Yang Yunfeng knew that she had something to do and didn't want to bother her, so he bowed and left.

On this night, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the moon in the sky is like a plate, huge and bright.

Yang Yunfeng stood in the courtyard of Tingsongju, looking at the flawless bright moon in the sky, feeling something, and thought to himself: "The moon has its phases and waxing, and people have their joys and sorrows... Wanyi, when can we be reunited like this bright moon?"

He felt sad, and a sad sword intent emerged in his heart. He couldn't help but imagine the Destroyed Heart Sword in his hand, and gradually danced under the bright moon. In an instant, countless sword energy burst out vigorously. In conjunction with his flying clothes, it was moving to look.

"Squeak~ah~" The door of Shouzhuo's real person's room suddenly opened. This real person who had experienced countless storms saw Yang Yunfeng dancing sword under the moon, and his face was filled with mixed feelings. "Yunfeng, Yunfeng..." He thought to himself secretly, "I just hope you don't be too obsessed with your feelings and waste your practice."

He clearly saw that the deep lovesickness over the past few months had seriously shaken Yang Yunfeng's heart of Taoism. He really didn't want to see the disciples who valued the most in this sect practiced the wrong path because of their feelings and let down the sincere hopes of the elders.

At this time, Yang Yunfeng's sword dance finally stopped. He closed his eyes, placed the Sword of Migration in front of his chest, then held the sword tightly with his hand, and suddenly pulled it, and saw that the red blood was left on the sword's edge, ferocious and bloody.

The next moment, he suddenly shouted loudly, and the sword energy condensed into a solid shape dozens of feet long and suddenly slashed. In an instant, only waves of howling sounds were heard. He heard a deep crack in the bluestone ground of Songju by his Nine Heavens Sword.

This move used up all his true energy. At this moment, he felt dizzy in his mind, and his face suddenly lost all his color, his body swayed, and eventually he could not bear to fall to the ground.

Almost fainted.

"Yunfeng!" Seeing this, Master Shouzhu finally let out a light cry, walked quickly to Yang Yunfeng, stretched out a pair of thick hands, and carefully helped him up.

"Master..." Looking back, seeing the slightly old face of Shouzhu, Yang Yunfeng's heart moved, his body trembled slightly, and almost burst into tears.

"Hey!" Shouzhuo gave him a pill, then shook his head slightly, and said to him, "Why are you doing this? Excessively using the Heart Sword Technique will only hurt yourself in the end!"

Yang Yunfeng heard a little concern in his plain words, and felt warm and said softly: "A person who misses him cannot let go."

True Man Shouzhu stared at his proud disciple and seemed to see himself many years ago in a trance. "Hey!" He sighed softly and said, "The word love is really unpredictable! I didn't see through it when I was a master, and now you haven't seen it through it... It's a cycle of reincarnation."

Yang Yunfeng was silent.

"Follow me." Seeing this, Shouzhuo Zhenren helped Yang Yunfeng slowly walk into his room, let him sit on a chair, then stared at him with a gentle look, pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Yunfeng, Yunfeng, you know Miss Li's heart very well. I believe that what you most hope for when you enter Beijing this time is not to make achievements for the sect, but to reunite your relationship with Miss Li."

"Master..." Yang Yunfeng looked at the gaze of Shouzhuo, dared not hide it, and said with his head down and affirmed, "Yes, what disciples want the most is to meet Wanyi." A deep sadness was revealed in his words.

"Hey!" Shouzhuo Zhenren shook his head slightly and sighed, "In a few days, you will lead the young disciples of the sect to the capital. I think it is because of this reason that you are in a daze and have a great heart of Tao. Well, people have seven emotions and six desires, and you cannot be spared. Since this is the case, I can only remind you one thing: be careful in everything, don't miss the great cause of the sect for the sake of the love of your children!"

Yang Yunfeng listened to the words of Shouzhuo, and was confused for a moment.

When Master Shouzhuo saw Yang Yunfeng being out of sight, he felt a little moved. He wanted to say something, but he stopped talking to his mouth. Finally, thousands of words turned into one sentence: "Be careful!"

"Yes!" Yang Yunfeng came to his senses, looked up and saw a little concern in the eyes of Shouzhuo, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!