The pear petals fell from the charming jade face, and the tender petals were not as good as this snow-like skin. Xiao Luoxue raised her jade fingers, clamped the falling petals, and murmured softly: "Compared to before, you
Even more annoying!"
"But!" Xiao Luoxue raised her head, looked at the figure on Luoxia Peak, and murmured: "Thank you anyway! Haha, you are the only one who would say such a thing when you break through the imperial capital and kill the royal family!"
A smile that could captivate a city bloomed under the moonlight, and the petals all over the sky were eclipsed. The smile came and went suddenly.
A look as indifferent as water flooded into Xiao Luoxue's eyes again. Holding the sword, Xiao Luoxue's figure danced under the petals. With the long sword moving, the petals all over the sky flew up with the beautiful shadow, her clothes and skirts fluttered, her posture was elegant!
"Is this a solo dance you gave me?" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, with a smile on his lips.
"Although the night wind is cool, it can't take away the heat of summer. If it rains, that will be enough!" The wine slipped from the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth and fell on the rocks. In an instant, endless water vapor condensed over the five peaks of the Sword God.
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A bolt of lightning broke through the clouds, and immediately, the heavy rain came in vain. Dense raindrops fell on Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue, but they ignored them.
The rain knocked off the petals, but Xiao Luoxue's figure was still beating, while Ye Shaohan's figure always stood on the rock.
This sudden heavy rain gathered into a pool of water. The rainwater followed the mountain path from high to low. The flowing rainwater washed away the scarlet red on the ground. After death, there was a new life, and the rocks once again revealed their original blue-gray color.
Tick, tick, tick! The sound of raindrops hitting the rocks is endless, and the white air comes out, making the mountain peaks shrouded in white air look even more hazy.
A figure walked out of the rain, and its snow-like white hair was wet by the rain. This figure took the wine bottle in Ye Shaohan's hand, took a sip, and whispered: "I have to go back, otherwise she will be lonely!"
Turning around and looking at Zhang Ming, whose eyes were still empty, Ye Shaohan took the wine bottle from Zhang Ming's hand, took a sip and said, "Yeah!"
Suddenly, a cluster of blooming lilac flowers appeared in Ye Shaohan's hands, and the rain turned into white mist before the petals fell off.
Handing the lilac flowers to Zhang Ming, Ye Shaohan looked at the direction of the Ye family and said softly: "When I went up to the peak, I realized that it was already the blooming season of lilac flowers, so I picked some!"
Turning around, Ye Shaohan continued to look at Xiyue Peak and said: "I will stay here for a while, and I will go back after a while!"
Taking the flower, Zhang Ming responded softly and disappeared into the heavy rain. In the heavy rain, a long rainbow passed across the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
The pounding rain is still heavy, but the two figures are still the same, one figure is dancing, and the other figure is stopping to watch. These two figures merge into this sudden rain.
There was a heavy rain, and its rising white air enveloped the five peaks of the Sword God.
In the peak, the chatter of the Sword God Peak disciples was gradually drowned out by the sound of rain. In the drifting rain, a figure danced in the rain, and a figure stopped to look at each other.
The rain mixed with the wine had a unique flavor in the mouth. The white mist floated and the vision gradually blurred.
Bang bang! The dull sound of footsteps resounded, and a figure pushed aside the white air and walked out of the rain.
Ye Shaohan noticed the coming person's aura before he turned around, and chuckled: "It's raining heavily, but you came here to soak in the rain with me!"
The plump figure, with water splashing on his shoulders, always had a harmless smile on his face. Hearing this, Fatty Xiao raised his head, looked at the dark night, and chuckled: "It's extremely hot in summer.
It finally rains, why not accept the baptism!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan turned around, stared at Fatty Xiao for a moment, turned around, raised his hand to hold the falling raindrops, and murmured softly: "Rain can take away the heat, but it can't take away the irritability in my heart!"
"It's always like this, I can't hide anything from you!" Fatty Xiao grabbed the wine bottle from Ye Shaohan's hand without grace and took a sip. The bitter wine was mixed with rainwater in his mouth.
The wine entered his stomach. Fatty Xiao took several sips, shook his head slightly and said, "I wonder if it's the bitterness of the wine or the bitterness of the rain!"
"Because you lack that kind of mentality, the wine will be bitter!" Ye Shaohan lay down, holding his head in his hands, leaning against the rock, his eyes still falling on the Xiyue Peak opposite, "If your heart is bitter, everything will be bitter, what do you think?
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Fatty Xiao sat directly on the rock, raised his head and looked at the drizzle in the sky, and said in a low voice: "I'm a little confused!"
"Xiao Luoxue has taken control of his own destiny, what about me?" Grabbing the flask, Fatty Xiao took another sip, "My bloodline has awakened, and my destiny has embarked on a path that I could not predict!"
"Maybe at that time, it would be good to be a fool!" Fatty Xiao's voice was slightly trembling.
Grabbing the wine bottle in Fatty Xiao's hand, Ye Shaohan took a sip, stared at Fatty Xiao for a moment, and sighed slightly: "I miss her!"
"Do you know?" A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Fatty Xiao's mouth, "Yesterday was not only the day Xiao Luoxue got married, it was also the day Xiao Yan became a monk!"
"A monk?" Ye Shaohan looked into Fatty Xiao's eyes. In the depths of his eyes, Ye Shaohan saw a beautiful figure.
Some things cannot be erased by time. Ye Shaohan knew that Fatty Xiao could never forget the buried memory.
"When I came here, I heard some students say that she left the royal family, the Royal Academy, abandoned the glory, and accompanied the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha!" When the rain came in, Fatty Xiao felt that the rain was even more bitter.
There was a moment of silence between the two, with only the sound of rain falling between the sky and the earth.
"If you hadn't made that decision at that time, maybe everything would have changed!" Ye Shaohan said softly.
Hearing this, Fatty Xiao smiled, grabbed a stone and threw it towards the sea of clouds below. He chuckled and said, "I miss the me in the past, but I like the me now!"
This majestic heavy rain not only swept across the five peaks of the Sword God, but also wafted out from an inconspicuous small temple in the imperial capital.
As the black hair receded, in the rising smoke, a beautiful figure looked a little hazy. Looking at the profile, it was clearly Xiao Yan.
There was no gorgeous dress, only plain clothes. Xiao Yan closed her eyes tightly and gently tapped the wooden fish, and the sound of "ding-dong-ding-dong" floated out.
On the Luoxia Peak, the Ao Shi Sword made a clear sword chant. Fatty Xiao's eyes moved softly on the Ao Shi Sword, and he murmured softly, "I also like the feeling of fighting together, and I hate the feeling of standing behind others and being protected.
Feel!"
Having said this, Fatty Xiao chuckled for no reason, and his eyes fell on Xiyue Peak in the distance, "The moonlight is like water, and the beauty is like jade! You are so carefree, hiding here to enjoy the scenery!"
Some words will be much better if you say them! Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also smiled and said: "It's a pity that God is not kind, this rain has messed up my sight!"
"As long as you have a heart, the rain will add to the hazy beauty!" Turning around, Fatty Xiao also stared at Ye Shaohan for a moment, and said softly: "There is her shadow in your heart!"
"It's just that you haven't admitted it!" Standing up, Fatty Xiao's irritability and confusion seemed to be washed away by the rain. Holding the wine bottle, Fatty Xiao walked into the rain again, swaying until he disappeared from Ye Shaohan's sight.
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"I feel the wine is a bit bitter now!" Ye Shaohan shook his head, his eyes still falling on the Xiyue Peak.
This sudden rain washed over the sky. It didn't stop until late at night, and the watery moonlight once again fell on the mountain peaks.
Under the mountain peak, the beautiful shadow stopped, but not a drop of drizzle fell on Xiao Luoxue. He raised his head, glanced at Luoxia Peak, and Xiao Luoxue turned and left.
It wasn't until Xiao Luoxue left that Ye Shaohan made a slight sound, held the Qilin Sword, and pointed out several sword flowers at will, and the sword energy spread out.
Leaping forward, Ye Shaohan's figure was directly swallowed up by the rolling clouds.
A few moments later, a melodious and deep piano sound floated in the forest of tombstones. Under the moonlight, a slender figure stood in front of the tombstone, and the sound of the piano came from here.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that I would become the leader of the Sword God Sect. Things in the world are unpredictable!" Pressing the strings, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Ye Shaohan murmured softly to Liu Yuehong's tombstone.
"Huang Lingtian has fallen, but the real mastermind has not been found out yet!" With his fingers plucked, the sound of the piano resounded again.
The moon was as cool as water, and the night was peaceful. The sound of the piano floated around the five peaks of the Sword God. The originally agitated disciples of the Sword God Sect also calmed down and sat down to practice.
The sound of the piano continued until dawn, and when the first ray of dawn fell on Ye Shaohan's face, Ye Shaohan put away his piano and left the forest of tombstones.
The kendo that is not covered with snow is like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge clearly visible. Before even stepping onto the kendo, Ye Shaohan can feel the sword intention contained in the kendo.
There are thousands of sword intentions and thousands of artistic conceptions. When Ye Shaohan saw this sword technique at this moment, he was no less shocked than when he saw the sword technique for the first time.
Each artistic conception represents a kind of life. Ye Shaohan stood in front of the kendo, his eyes closed tightly, his mind relaxed, his soul integrated into this world, feeling the steps and tombstones on the kendo.
The sound of wind, footsteps, and noises could be heard all the time. Ye Shaohan completely blended into this world. After a few moments, Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked at the long sword path, and murmured softly: "Revisiting the old place, this sword's intention is still the same as before.
Do you like it?"
Just like before, Ye Shaohan took out the stone sword from the Qilin Ring and walked towards the sword path step by step. Every time he took a few steps, Ye Shaohan paused for a few moments. Not only did he comprehend the sword meaning on the tombstone, but his main focus was on the third generation.
On the sword intention.
After yesterday's battle, Ye Shaohan has comprehended nearly 50% of the third generation sword intention. Compared with the fourth generation sword intention, the third generation sword intention is more difficult to comprehend, after all, there is one less entry point.
However, Ye Shaohan and Sandai do have one thing in common, and that is self-confidence. They always believe in themselves no matter what! And this point became Ye Shaohan's entry point.