In the night sky, the moonlight gradually fades and the sky becomes brighter. With the arrival of dawn, the cold wind gradually rises. The last ray of moonlight is also obscured by the hazy mist. On the ground, among the pine forests and in the grass, the wind gradually condenses.
The dense frost brought a rich late autumn atmosphere. The first snowflake slowly falling in the dark sky kicked off the early morning in Lingxiao Valley.
At this moment, in the mid-air, two people who looked like gods were holding hands, dancing in the wind with the clear snow in the early morning, traveling through the world, lifelike. Mo Lingxue, who originally had no trace of blue light on his body, now has a vague appearance.
Although the green light suddenly appears, it is not obvious, but it is not easy to master the Qingfeng Jue in just one night.
"The core of Xiaoxue and Qingfeng Jue is the wind. Walking on the wind, driving the wind, and controlling the wind all need to be practiced regularly. Although the wind is invisible, it has meaning. As long as you contact it with your heart and feel it, you will definitely be able to form your meaning.
Interconnected. One day, you will definitely understand that wind is the most wonderful thing in this world. To feel the wind is to feel the emotion, and to feel the Tao."
Murong Feng's clear eyes are slightly closed, her red dress is flowing, her black hair is like a waterfall, and the moving green tassels on her body are reflected in the moonlight, making her look like a dream, aloof and refined. In addition, her elegant body moves with the wind, like a shadow.
Fa, the whole person, is simply like the Nine Heavens Immortal coming to the world in person, indescribably free and unrestrained, indescribably calm.
"Disciple, have you remembered clearly what I taught you tonight?"
Mo Lingxue looked at Murong Feng's charming eyes, which had already been filled with affection. The momentary embarrassment in her heart had disappeared at this moment. Now, only the worship and admiration left in her heart, Brother Feng, no matter in appearance, temperament, or cultivation
, the skills are astonishing to everyone!
Xiaoxue's heart was completely immersed in Murong Feng's hands. No matter what happened, it would never change in this life.
"Brother Feng, Xiaoxue has remembered clearly."
"As expected of the Nine-Revolution Xuanyin Body, you can develop the sense of Qi in one night and transform into Qingfeng's Qi. I think back on those days, I was not as good as my generation, I was not as good as my generation, haha~~" Murong Feng looked at the faint sunshine in the east, and said faintly
Smiling.
"Thank you, Master, for your good teaching~"
Mo Lingxue giggled. Although tonight, although she is a little tired after a night of practice, tonight must be the most beautiful and happiest night in her life. Although the stars tonight are dim and the moon is hazy,
, but this must be the most beautiful and beautiful moon and stars I have ever seen in my life.
"Brother Feng, it's getting late. Aren't we going to recruit disciples later? How about we go back and prepare first?" Mo Lingxue asked as she watched the sky get brighter.
Murong Feng nodded: "Well, Xiaoxue, let me ask you something."
Mo Lingxue opened her eyes wide: "What? If Brother Feng has anything to do, just ask..."
"You won't mind if I take on another apprentice, right?"
"What are you talking about, Brother Feng? As long as it's something Brother Feng wants to do, Xiaoxue won't mind and will definitely support it!" Mo Lingxue's beautiful eyes were lined with two charming dimples, and she smiled slightly, which was very sweet.
He also thought to himself: Brother Feng, although I can't be your wife, let me do something a wife should do. The only thing I can do is to silently support you...
Murong Feng nodded happily, without saying a word, and gently stroked his robe: "Let's go back then." After saying that, he took Mo Lingxue's hand and flew into the wind.
Just at the moment when he started, Murong Feng suddenly stopped. For some reason, he turned around and looked back. Due to inertia, Mo Lingxue behind him did not use any skills, but suddenly bumped into Murong Feng's arms.
.
Mo Lingxue was taken aback, and her brain instantly short-circuited. Regardless of the situation, subconsciously, she immediately stretched out her arms and hugged Murong Feng's soft waist tightly. Suddenly, a faint scent of maple leaves entered her nose.
, refreshing and charming.
Is this the embrace of Brother Feng? Is this the embrace that I think about day and night? Brother Feng, I am finally holding you... She only felt a trace of warmth, and when she touched his body, it suddenly came in
In the pit of my heart, why? I really want to cry, why...
Suddenly, a tear streaked across his cheek, flowing very slowly. The whole world, the whole time and space seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Murong Feng looked at the beautiful woman in his arms without saying a word or taking any action. He had already broken her weak heart by accepting her as his disciple. He was so merciful, wouldn't it be too cruel to forcefully push him away at this moment?
Accompanied by the morning light, the two embraced each other in the air for a full minute...
"Xiaoxue..." Murong Feng put his lips to her jade ear and called softly.
Mo Lingxue pretended not to hear, but hugged Murong Feng tighter, burying her head tightly, her eyes filled with tears of lovesickness. Decades of waiting, hundreds of years of lovesickness, wetted Murong Feng's face drop by drop.
Royal robe.
After a long time, Mo Lingxue finally came to her senses and felt Brother Feng's hand caressing her hair and back. This kind of comfort was just like when she was rescued by Brother Feng for the first time and caressed her.
The feeling of wiping your own fur on your back is exactly the same!
How I wish this moment could stay forever and freeze forever...
"Brother Feng..." Mo Lingxue forced herself to push away the tempting embrace in front of her. She knew that she shouldn't be like this. Now that she was already pushing the limit, how could she ask for anything more...
"Well, Xiaoxue, are you okay?" Murong Feng chuckled. He didn't ask why, he just asked if everything was okay.
"Well, it's okay." Mo Lingxue lowered her head and spoke softly, her voice was so low that only she could hear it. The blush on her face gradually appeared, reflecting the red eyes that had just cried, but they were very beautiful.
"It's okay." Murong Feng smiled lightly. To be honest, he felt a little forced to say this.
"By the way, I just suddenly remembered that when you practice Qingfeng Jue, it is best to practice with the corresponding sword intention. There are some things about swords and wind that have the same effect. Just like me, I always like to condense energy into a sword.
, when practicing the Qingfeng Jue, practice the sword intention, and over time, when you become proficient, you can also develop a unique Qingfeng sword intention."
"I noticed that you don't have a sword. It just so happens that I have a portable sword with me. It's light and agile, and I seldom use it, so I'll give it to you."
After finishing speaking, I saw Murong Feng's fingers turned into swords. With a wave of his fingertips, there was a wave of fluctuation in the space. A red light shot out from the void and went straight into the sky. Along with the sound of swords in the wind, the red light circled around Murong Feng.
.Then, Murong Feng pointed his hand, and the red light suddenly stopped. Countless afterimages in the air also gathered towards the sword body. A long sword about two and a half feet long was seen floating in the air. It was small and delicate, and the sword was as thin as a cicada.
The wings are crystal clear, but there is a faint red light floating on them. I don't know what material they are made of.
"This sword is called 'Xianchen' and 'Red Dream'. It was made in my spare time a hundred years ago. It was collected from the top of the green maple in the sky, the essence of the maple tree, and refined over thousands of times. Although it is not a magical weapon,
But it can be regarded as the best among swords. Although it has spirituality, it has never been stained with blood. In addition, it is light and delicate, which is suitable for women's families. Now, I give it to you. I hope that in your hands, this sword can
Shine brightly!”
"Brother Feng, such a good sword, I... I dare not take it away..." Mo Lingxue's voice seemed to be whimpering.
"Take it, you worship me as your master, and you can be regarded as the senior sister in my sect. I have nothing to give you, so I will give you a sword. In the future, when outsiders talk about me, Qingfeng Pavilion, my master will also have a good reputation.
Light, isn’t it, haha.”
"Xiaoxue understands...but..."
Murong Feng stretched out his hand, and the Xianchen Red Dream Sword fell into his hand. He then pulled up Mo Lingxue and put the sword into her hand: "If you don't have any buts, just hold it... If you can't get retribution, just practice Qingfeng Jue."
That’s it.”
"Brother Xie Feng...I will definitely practice hard."
Mo Lingxue took the sword and immediately felt a warmth rush into her heart. The sword trembled and it was already in harmony with her soul. The sword moved with the heart, and the heart followed the sword. The sword weighed only three kilograms in the hand.
It is very smooth. The slender sword body, matched with my graceful figure, the maple red sword light contrasting with the white clothes, they are simply a match made in heaven!
Mo Lingxue looked at the red light flowing in her hand, Xianchen Hongmeng, and said silently: Brother Feng, don't worry, in this life, Xiaoxue will help you to make things right!
To the east, the darkness has gradually receded, and a fiery red halo breaks through the sky, illuminating the morning glow, and snowflakes begin to fly messily in the air. In the morning in Lingxiao Valley, usually due to the temperature difference between day and night, the next scene
Clearing the snow lasts only a short time, usually only half an hour, but even this half hour is enough to cover Lingxiao Valley with a layer of silvery plain gauze.
Murong Feng looked at the Xianchen sword in Xiaoxue's hands, and it was a perfect match. He nodded with satisfaction: "Xiaoxue, it's getting late. You should go back and prepare first. You will still be required to attend later."
After a pause, he asked again: "Are you sleepy?"
Mo Lingxue shook her head and held the Xianchen Sword in her arms as if she was holding Murong Feng. Now, Brother Feng still cares about her so much, how can she feel a little tired?
"Brother Feng, I'm not tired." Mo Lingxue replied softly.
"Okay, in that case, let's go back and prepare. I have to go to Mr. Mo to discuss something." After speaking, Murong Feng gently stroked Mo Lingxue's hair, smiled at the corner of his lips, turned around and disappeared into a ray of blue light.
On the horizon.
Mo Lingxue stood there, looking at Murong Feng's retreating figure, stroking the Xianchen sword in her hand, and her eyes were once again filled with countless crystal tears...
In the distance, Murong Feng was walking in the wind, looking back from time to time to look at the beautiful figure in white still standing there, murmuring to himself: "Mo Lingxue, I'm sorry, for Xue'er, I had to betray you... If Xue'er
If I can come back, I will definitely go up the mountain of knives, go down to the sea of fire, travel to the ends of the earth, and visit the corners of the earth to find a way to divide your soul!"
"Mo Lingxue... don't bully Feng Xue... don't bully Feng Xue... I will never bully you, let alone let outsiders bully you..."