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Outside Wuchang City, on the Banjiang Tower, I looked at the sailboats gathered below as the waves turned over the clouds.
Since pulling out the sword again, the artistic conception of Lang Fanyun seems to have reached a new level. He is no longer limited to the shadow of the death of his beloved wife. Although he still misses his beloved wife in his heart, that kind of missing has already sunk in his heart.
Deep in my heart, it is no longer a pain, but the warmest memory.
In this world, everyone has warm memories, but most of them have turned into untouchable sadness, but there are a few people who can turn sadness into warmth again and remember it in their hearts.
Zuo Shi sat opposite Lang Fanyun. There was a hint of shyness on the girl's face, but she looked like a newly bloomed flower.
The scenery here is extremely beautiful, and she is with the one she loves, but Zuo Shi is extremely excited. She smiles like a flower and chatters something to Lang Fanyun. Suddenly, Lang Fanyun's expression is slightly startled.
Zuo Shijiao stood up in anger and looked towards the outside of Banjiang Tower.
By the river, Ziqin and Qin Mengyao came hand in hand. One of them is the most beautiful man in the martial arts world, and the other is a walking man in the holy land of Cihangjingzhai. They are the women who gather in the holy places of the world. These two are like golden boys and beautiful girls.
The man made everyone on the riverside stop turning their eyes.
Downstairs with Banjiang, Ziqin looked up and saw Lang Fanyun's eyes. They were a pair of eyes that were neither surprised nor happy, with a warmth and warmth that could see through the vicissitudes of the world.
This was the first time Ziqin saw Lang Fanyun after possessing Li Ruohai. It was different from the feeling Pang Ban gave him before. Lang Fanyun seemed to have a more refined aura. If Pang Ban had incorporated his body into the world
, then the waves will form a world of its own.
Only one who can excel at love can be extremely powerful with the sword.
Lang Fanyun has already created his own world, but the path he has taken is not the path that anyone has taken before. Therefore, he is not as good as Pang Ban. But he is destined to be Pang Ban's only opponent.
Just because no matter how strong Pang Ban is, he always walks the path of others, while Lang Fanyun walks his own path.
When Ziqin went upstairs, there was already a smile on Lang Fanyun's face. They were not friends, but they were best friends. There are certainly many good men in the world. But those who can reach their level, those who can have their level
There are definitely not many people who are arrogant.
There was wine on the table, and Lang Fanyun was recognized by Ziqin as someone worthy of drinking, but Ziqin didn't even touch the wine on the table.
Qin Mengyao sat aside. She looked curiously at Lang Fanyun, the world-renowned best swordsman.
Although Cihang Jingzhai is famous all over the world for his sword canon, even Qin Mengyao has to admit that all Cihang's disciples combined are not as good at swordsmanship as the man in front of him.
This man's sword has entered the realm of Tao, and it is no longer an ordinary swordsmanship.
"I still think we are friends."
Zi Qin sighed slightly, and suddenly looked at Lang Fanyun with a hint of regret in his eyes. This regret made Lang Fanyun very puzzled, and he looked at Zi Qin doubtfully.
Qin Mengyao also became confused on the side. She also didn't understand why Ziqin sighed or showed such an expression.
"The new generation of Bacchus is here, and it seems that they belong to the same family as you. You only let me drink this low-quality wine. It is really too much."
Ziqin spoke here, and Lang Fanyun looked at the table in astonishment. The wine on it was indeed Banjianglou's wine. Although it was not bad wine, compared to the fine wine brewed by Zuo Shi, it was indeed bad wine.
"If you had come one day earlier, I would have treated you to the best wine in the world, but it's a pity..."
Lang Fanyun burst out laughing. He looked at Ziqin and his eyes softened. They were heroes who cherished each other, and now they are comrades fighting against Pang Ban together.
They are also partners along the way in the pursuit of heaven.
These relationships have already given them friendships that would be difficult for others to accumulate in several lifetimes.
Zuo Shi was sitting on the side, but now he spoke.
"Originally, I brewed some good wine, but it's a pity that Brother Lang drank it all yesterday."
There was a hint of mischief on the woman's face, "However, if you accompany us to the capital, you might be able to drink the wine from the next cellar opening."
This was because Zuo Shi wanted to help Lang Fanyun. She had been poisoned by the ghost king Xu Ruowu earlier. Although Lang Fanyun had helped her use her power to force it out, Xu Ruowu had said that the poison would kill her within a hundred days.
, Lang Fanyun did not dare to take risks, so he could only help her go to the capital to find Xu Ruowu.
Although Lang Fanyun's martial arts is hard to beat in this world, the capital is after all the most defensive place for Zhu Ming. Xu Ruowu has many masters under his command. No matter how strong Lang Fanyun is, he is still hard to beat with two fists.
The four hands were in crisis, so Zuo Shi wanted to pull Ziqin to accompany Lang Fanyun.
"The ghost king is nothing, and I also want to see it. This world is inherently lonely. If we don't find some happiness, it will make people sigh."
Ziqin smiled casually, and suddenly winked at Zuo Shi, "Don't forget my wine, I'm going to Beijing with you, Brother Lang."
This sentence only made Zuo Shi blush like a cloud.
Qin Mengyao had been sitting quietly on the side, but only now did she smile slightly and speak.
"I wonder if Mengyao has the honor to accompany you two to taste Miss Zuo Shi's wine."
Qin Mengyao spoke for the first time after coming here, but her words shocked everyone. Ziqin and Lang Fanyun both looked at Qin Mengyao in surprise. This beautiful woman from Cihang actually wanted to accompany them. Things in this world may not be surprising at all.
More than this.
Cihang Jingzhai is the guardian of the country, and the eight major sects were selected by Cihang to guard Zhu Ming's country. For now, whether it is Li Ruohai played by Ziqin, or the Nujiao Gang represented by Lang Fanyun.
The traitors, Cihang Jingzhai’s human walkers, are supposed to be good if they don’t find any way to eradicate them, but how come they get mixed up with them.
"Why, it's possible that you can't even give up a glass of wine to Mengyao."
Qin Mengyao smiled delicately.
"Brother Lang, give me a quick punch. Am I dreaming? Mengyao also has this side."
Ziqin pretended to be confused and looked at Lang Fanyun, who casually placed the Rain Covering Sword on the table and looked at Qin Mengyao with a smile.
"Mengyao and I both use swords. We are really not used to using fists. Why don't I give you a try with a sword?"
Lang Fanyun was obviously joking when he said this, but Ziqin was slightly stunned. Lang Fanyun could also joke, and Qin Mengyao could play like the girl next door.
This Jianghu, this world is really crazy and excessive.
Or, the way of heaven and the way of humanity are actually just divisions of the heart, where the state of mind lies. The way of heaven and the way of humanity are just two terms.
Although Lang Fanyun has his own world, he is also a human being, and he also has joy and anger. Qin Mengyao is certainly the strongest cultivator of Cihang Jingzhai's generation. But she is also a young girl, so she can also joke.
It turns out that the road is not wrong, just because everyone has their own way of walking on this road, so everyone's road looks different, but in fact, if it reaches the end, it is the same destination.
Suddenly, Ziqin understood everything.
His ability to comprehend is not very strong. If it is some magical martial arts, he usually relies on the system to comprehend it. Even if the system cannot handle it for a while, it can be solved through tasks and the like. However, if it is purely spiritual comprehension,
Ziqin needs to think about it over and over again, or be moved by a certain scene in the world before he can achieve enlightenment.
At this time, looking at Lang Fanyun, the best sword in the world, and Qin Mengyao, the demigod-like woman from Cihang Jingzhai, acting like a mortal, it made Zi Qin understand what he was pursuing.
He also knows the relationship between the way of heaven and the way of humanity by analogy.
"The sun and the moon are long in the pot, the universe is long, and the wine is naturally drunk together."
With his heart clear, Ziqin was in a good mood and couldn't help but pick up the bad wine on the table and pour it down his throat.
A person's aura can change in just a thought. At this time, Ziqin had another realization, but the whole person's energy and spirit suddenly changed. If Ziqin had taken Chuchen who had taken half a step before, then Ziqin at this moment
He is a mortal who can sit with anyone, but this kind of mortal still carries the most natural intimacy between heaven and earth.
Lang Fanyun and Qin Mengyao's eyes lit up, but when they saw Zi Qin receiving the goods, they immediately raised their wine glasses to pay respect.
"Okay, the sun and the moon will last forever in a pot, and the world will last forever. All people are good drinkers. I have a jar of good wine here. If you don't mind being presumptuous, I can bring this wine over to toast a few of you."
Just at this moment, a cheerful voice came from the next room.
Having read the original work, Ziqin knew that the person next door was Chen Lingfang. Ziqin had neither a good impression nor a bad opinion of this person. However, he was in a good mood at this time, and the man's tone was extremely cheerful. Coupled with the fine wine, he naturally
It's very much to my heart's content.
Before Lang Guanyun could open his mouth, Ziqin had already shouted loudly.
"Since there is good wine, why don't you come over quickly?"
This was a very rude statement. It was fine if it was between friends, but if it was a stranger, nine to nine out of ten people would fall out. However, just as Ziqin finished shouting, there was already a cheerful response from the other side.
"Come right away."
Two words. When the words fell, the door of the private room where Ziqin was sitting had been pushed open. A warrior stood at the door and looked at them carefully, but was shouted back by the people who followed.
Chen Lingfang is now in his fifties, but he does not look old. Instead, he has the poise of a middle-aged man. When he walks, he has a sense of momentum. His whole person is full of majesty, but there is no trace of it.
Doesn't look coppery.
With just one glance, Ziqin developed a liking for this person, and immediately stood up with Lang Fanyun and others and looked at this person from a distance.
Chen Lingfang came to the table and put a pot of wine on the table. At this time, there were five people in the room. Each of them had their own characteristics and they were also the most elite group in the world. Although they had not talked to each other before, they were familiar with each other.
They already feel that they can make friends.
Chen Lingfang opened the lid of the wine pot, and a strong aroma of wine suddenly spread out. Ziqin immediately poured the wine in the glass in front of him to the ground and handed the quilt to Chen Lingfang.
"There is such good wine, and you still don't pour out the worldly things from your cups."
Then he handed the cup over. Ziqin looked at Lang Fanyun and the others and spoke. After saying this, Lang Fanyun and the others followed Ziqin's example and poured the wine in his own cup and handed the cup to Chen Lingfang.
"You're really rude."
Chen Lingfang pretended to smile bitterly, but he took the cups from several people and started pouring wine. However, this man was also a famous person, and he was not pretentious at all.
Ziqin smiled secretly. Although such a person was not a martial artist, he still had a bit of Lu Xiaofeng's flavor, and was worth making friends with. Then, let Lang Fanyun help him solve the troubles he encountered in the original work.
