The sword energy scattered and flew in all directions, leaving dozens of messy and deep traces on the walls and the ground on both sides of the hall.
Mo Li propped himself up with his long sword, his face slightly pale, and he just looked at her.
The long sword in Xiao Ruoqing's hand was covered with the sheen of the aura of the great avenue, and the charm of the great avenue flowed on it. Almost at the same time, Mo Li also drew his sword, the sword light was bright, and there was a moment of youthfulness.
Ripples rippled in the air between the two people, and after a sound of metal and stone hitting each other, their figures flew backwards, their backs smashing into a wall.
There was a roar.
Xiao Ruoqing stood up from the ruins of the wall, leaning on the ground with the long sword in her hand, looking at Mo Li who was walking towards her expressionlessly, and looking at the long sword in her hand.
Mo Li was silent for a while, and finally said:
"save?"
"What are you trying to save? Don't you understand now? You are just a tool."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing slowly stood up straight, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said softly:
“What about tools?”
"He is the only one who treats me gently."
Hearing that tender voice again, Mo Li had never felt so upset before. He sneered and suddenly his tongue burst into laughter.
Then the figure flashed, and in an instant he rushed in front of Xiao Ruoqing, and the long sword in his hand was parried by Xiao Ruoqing.
Mo Li, who originally held the sword with one hand, instead held the sword with both hands and stabbed it to the end. He then used the sword to hold Xiao Ruoqing back, pushing her back and finally crashing into a wall.
"enough!"
"Sister, when will you wake up?"
"..."
Their faces were almost touching each other, and their fluttering eyelashes could touch each other.
The rising moonlight is in the same wheel, with some gaps.
In the main hall, the two women just looked at each other. The silver hair seemed to be lying softly on the black hair's shoulder. Two small combs were used to comb it. Perhaps only they knew in their hearts that this scene was inevitable.
What exactly does the fight represent?
The moonlight flickers gently.
Xiao Ruoqing swallowed the blood in her mouth, and her moon-white embroidered shoes were exposed from a corner of her long skirt, while the three thousand green silk threads flowed slowly like water, wrapped around her waist lovingly, and held tightly.
She looked at Mo Li calmly, pulled out a sword flower, then pressed down with the sword, and said softly:
"Junior sister, you are the one who should wake up..."
"I will always remember that night when the moon was shining like water."
"His eyes can't lie. He said he wanted to cover up the lingering hatred in my heart."
"He did it."
"I don't hate anymore...no matter which life it is."
"..."
These words were mixed in the wind and reached Mo Li's ears.
At this moment, Mo Li could feel the sword in his hand trembling more and more. His sword energy gradually began to tremble, and his whole body slid backwards uncontrollably.
Xiao Ruoqing raised her thick eyelashes, her eyes full of clear eyes, accompanied by her smile:
"Junior sister, whoever wants to hurt him, no matter who it is..."
"He is everything to me."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing's long sword gently turned in a circle in her hand, and then her body turned gracefully like a butterfly piercing a flower.
Mo Li recognized her sword, and she knew it equally well.
Smoke and dust rose and fell suddenly, and nine lotus-like patterns appeared on the ground.
All the disciples under the main hall looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment. Even the older generation of direct disciples of the Sword Sect could not help but be shocked when they saw this scene.
Shangguan Wenwen, who had been half-lying on the ground, finally became a little more interested. He looked thoughtfully at the two people above the hall and said leisurely:
"I'm afraid these two girl dolls are not simple."
"Understanding the Four of Swords at this age? Even that kid from Su Bei can't do it..."
"..."
Above the main hall, spiritual energy poured in crazily.
In the eyes of everyone, they could only see the long swords in the hands of the two men dancing wildly like dazzling flowers. The two swords were constantly covered with scars. Mo Li held the long sword and fought and retreated, retreating ten seconds.
Yu Zhang.
The sword energy surged, and then countless sword energy intertwined like a net, and ravines appeared on the ground.
Sword Four, who knows who is the same, is known as the net that covers the sky without leakage. The power of the sword is to form a huge sky net with the sword energy. Wherever the sword energy covers, no matter living or dead, as long as it cannot block the sword energy
, life and death depend on the sword master's thoughts.
Although the two of them cannot achieve the sword net that covers the entire world like Su Bei's, it is more than enough to cover a large hall.
The same Four of Swords, the same Four of Swords learned on the same day.
One after another, the sword light was bright, illuminating the main hall in the night in an instant.
The purpose of drawing the sword is to draw the sword faster, and to draw the sword faster is to make it difficult for the opponent to defend.
Whoosh——
Sonorous——
A ticking sound.
The slanting moon shines on the palace, and the rocks are covered with white, and a bunch of bright red is better than blood.
A drop of blood slowly slipped from the tip of Xiao Ruoqing's sword, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent hall.
Xiao Ruoqing raised the sword over her shoulder with one hand, and her side face was reflected on the bright sword. A stream of blood slowly flowed down the sword's edge, and finally fell from the sword's tip to the ground.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Mo Li looked in disbelief at the sword blade that had pierced his shoulder, and at the small pool of blood that had formed on the ground.
I lost.
Why did he lose to her?
Xiao Ruoqing sheathed her sword, put it into its scabbard, and then stretched out her hand to wrap around her waist.
He gently leaned his head on Mo Li's shoulder, smelling the fragrance of her hair.
The two hugged each other, Xiao Ruoqing leaned in her ear and murmured:
"Junior sister, he is my salvation."
"Give up revenge, return to Senior Sister, and let's stop him together..."
"..."
On Mo Li's shoulder, the still warm blood quickly soaked through the white towel, and the bright red slowly emerged from the white snow, making people think of the proud red plums in the cold and falling snow.
Mo Li gently held Xiao Ruoqing's waist with his jade hands and replied calmly:
"I lost."
"The promises made previously will naturally be honored."
"Then everything that junior sister has done before, senior sister will forgive."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Mo Li with gentle eyes. Her efforts over the past period of time were not in vain after all.
The two had some friction before, but after learning each other's identities, all this was no longer important.
The corners of Xiao Ruoqing's mouth curved in a nice curve, and she stretched out her hand to touch Mo Li's silver hair:
"Of course, write it off."
"..."
Mo Li lowered his head and was silent for a while.
Where Xiao Ruoqing couldn't see her eyes, the corners of her mouth suddenly curved.
Then he suddenly lay down next to Xiao Ruoqing's ear and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:
"Sister."
"He and I did it."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing's body trembled suddenly, and the smile froze on her face. She looked at her in disbelief, as if she wanted to find the answer she wanted from her pupils.
There was a gloomy color in his pupils, and he could feel that his Taoist heart seemed to have a tendency to crack at this moment.
Done??
Which one did it?
Then everything that junior sister has done before, senior sister will forgive, right?
Write it off???
Mo Li put away his sword and covered the wound on his shoulder. He glanced at Xiao Ruoqing with his silver pupils, and then looked at the moon above the sky, with profound meaning:
"Sister, you are upset."
"Junior sister won."
...
Wenren Pingxin stretched his waist, and then looked at the two women who had walked down the hall. He didn't know what he was thinking, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
After a long while, Wen Renpingxin came back to his senses, glanced at Shan Wulan beside him and said:
"Junior sister, you want to go find him, right?"
"Then this time, you will be the leader of the Zhixian City, the Immortal Gate, and the Immortal Road."
"..."
After a pause, he added a few words:
"Well, your body is still injured, so you must not argue with other people, do you hear me?"
However, Shan Wulan seemed not to have heard Wenren Pingxin's explanation. She stood up and lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her purple embroidered shoes. Her little feet were so slender that they could be held in her hand. She lifted up Shan Wuque and pointed towards her.
Walk in the direction of Bujian Peak.
Wen Renping shook his head and sighed.
As a senior sister, I am becoming less and less dignified.
Silently looking at the increasingly full moonlight, it seems that the shadow in my heart is getting clearer and clearer.
"I don't know if he can see such a bright moonlight..."
...
The ancient country of Nanfeng, empty cicada lake.
The courtyard is full of pear trees, which are in bloom, and the trees are full of snow. Among the surrounding pear bushes, there is a pavilion facing the wind on all sides. The breeze blows, and the clean fragrance is wafted.
Waiting for everyone to set up a low table and spread out the white reed mat.
"My lord, I have met your Majesty."
"Don't be too polite!"
Nanhuang helped the Confucian saint up, then took a step back, squinting and taking a closer look at the person in front of him. He had a green crown on his head, a white singlet underneath, and a broad robe of the same color outside. He was bathed in the sun, with a smile on his lips.
, with a soft glow on his face.
"Go inside and continue!"
The Southern Emperor and the Confucian Sage walked towards the pavilion. As for the entourage, they were not allowed to enter, so they had to stay outside the hall.
Inside the pavilion.
The two sat across from each other, and after chatting for a while, Nanhuang ordered someone to present the gift. A guard bowed in and presented the gift list.
The Confucian sage glanced calmly, accepted the gift pill, and joked:
"Nanhuang has really embarrassed an old minister this time."
"How come your majesty has time to come to this humble residence of my old minister today?"
Nanhuang raised his eyebrows, then squinted his eyes with a smile:
"Hahaha, why doesn't the Imperial Master welcome me?"
"I can't come if I have nothing to do?"
As he spoke, he looked at the new tea in front of him:
"It's been a long time since I tasted the tea brewed by the Imperial Master..."
"Cook it quickly!"
The Confucian sage naturally knew that Emperor Nan was here this time.
I have a rough guess about what Nanhuang has been doing over the years, but in the end I still don't understand the reason behind it.
Picking up the clay pot and bucket, he first stroked the utensils one by one, feeling familiar.
Then he picked up the new tea and threw it into the mud bucket. Waiting for the sound of the water bubbles bursting, he held the mud bucket through the water.
He just dipped it slightly on the water, then picked up the clay bucket, shook his head three times, and placed the tea leaves in the bowl.
Let’s tease the water again.
Boiling!
It boils with water and has a slight fragrance. It's not strong or strong, just right!
Note the tea!
With a smooth tea-making technique, Nanhuang squinted his eyes, clapped his hands, and said:
"I have two hobbies in my life. One is watching dramas, and the other is the tea ceremony."
"Although I have seen it many times, the Imperial Master's tea practice is still shocking..."
The Confucian sage smiled in an easy-going manner. Every time he clicked one end of the clay pot in his hand, a few water drops rolled out of the mouth of the pot, pouring the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl. After nine o'clock, the tea bowl would be filled with seven percent of the tea!
The fragrance of tea has filled the entire Kongchan Lake Cottage, burning the hearts of everyone around.
At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the Kongchan Lake.
Nanhuang frowned slightly, turned his head and saw a huge silver dragon emerging from the lake. Then it transformed into a girl and walked towards the hall with bare feet.
:
"Old man, what are you cooking that smells so good?"
"Give me a taste."
The Confucian Sage was stunned for a moment, then pushed the bowl to the girl, looked at Nanhuang with a smile and said:
"My friend's children now call me husband."
Nanhuang looked at the Confucian sage meaningfully and said something incomprehensible:
"The Imperial Master can be said to be a friend from all over the world..."
At this moment, a guard suddenly walked towards Nanhuang in a hurry, then lay down and said something in his ear.
He saw Nanhuang's face was gloomy and uncertain, but then his brows gradually relaxed, he waved his hand to ask the guards to retreat, and looked at the Confucian Sage:
"The Imperial Master is worthy of being the Imperial Master..."
"I will not drink tea with the Imperial Master today. Hahaha, we, the monarch and his ministers, will continue on another day!"
"..."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked out of the pavilion.
The Confucian sage did not stand up, but looked down at the tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl.
He knew that at this moment, he and Nanhuang were completely at odds with each other.
Playing with the tea bowl in his hand, he murmured to himself:
"Is that Your Majesty you?"
"My Majesty..."
Ao Yue jumped on the bench, held the tea bowl in both hands, drank it all, and burped.
Then he glanced at the Confucian Sage and said:
"That old man just now is Nanhuang?"
"Doesn't it look good too?"
"..."
The Confucian sage shook his head and laughed.
Then he opened the gift list and murmured:
"Fifty buckle immortal order?"
"It's quite generous..."
The moon is silent at night, and the spring insects are silent.
...
Whoosh——
Three streams of light moved rapidly towards the sky.
Su Bei's eyes stared at the thick fog in front of him, and then he sighed:
"In the end, I still lost track of him."
Then he seemed to have thought of something, turned back to look at Ji Nanjue and said:
"Ji Bao'er, what is the approximate level of that person's cultivation?"
"How does it compare to you?"
"..."
Ji Nanjue shook her head slightly, narrowed her eyes slightly and said:
"I'm afraid I'm only strong but not weak."
Then he was silent for a moment and said doubtfully:
"When did so many people with advanced cultivation appear in the twenty-one states?"
"Judging from the attack just now, the method used by that person is not the evil cultivator we met along the way. To describe it, it is more like becoming a monk on the way..."
Su Bei lowered his head, seeming to be thinking about something, and then replied:
"Like those monks from the Sword Sect?"
"Speaking of which, I have fought against people from Dao Sect and Wuhua Que before about that thunder method. It is more like their thunder method..."