Du Sheng looked at Linghu Heng's handsome face. Although it was already a little calm, it was still a little green. He really couldn't bear to see Linghu Heng take risks for his sake, so he said: "Heng'er, Yi
Father has his own way, so you don’t need to step forward. Just concentrate on the competition. My adoptive father just wants to see what progress you have made over the years."
Linghu Heng covered his mouth and snickered: "Didn't my adoptive father learn the lesson just now?"
Du Sheng said: "That move just now was really exquisite. If you don't take precautions in advance, it's really not easy to escape. Heng'er, is this the ancient sword sect's technique?"
Linghu Heng shook his head and said, "I learned this from a group of cranes."
Du Sheng was surprised: "What, you learned it from Xianhe?"
Linghu Heng recounted the scene of learning skills with the crane in the green bamboo forest, which made Du Sheng fascinated and said leisurely: "There are many wonders in the world, but I didn't expect that there could be such a psychic.
It’s really unbelievable that something like this can evolve into something magical!”
The father and son had not seen each other for many years, and they always had a lot to say, but at this moment, the moon was half-sky and the night was already past midnight. Du Sheng stopped Linghu Heng's rambling words and said: "Heng'er, it's already very late at night.
If you don't go back, others will become suspicious."
Linghu Heng also knew that Du Sheng's identity could not be exposed at this moment, so he naturally did not want to implicate his adoptive father in this way, so he said obediently: "Then I will go back. By the way, adoptive father, where will you stay at night?"
Du Sheng touched Linghu Heng's head and said, "Have you forgotten how we got here?"
Only then did Linghu Heng remember that Du Sheng took him to sleep in the open air with no fixed place. Although those days were very hard, Linghu Heng would never forget it. It was this wandering life in his early years that made Linghu Heng perseverant.
An unyielding character. However, thinking about how poor his stepfather was, Linghu Heng couldn't help but burst into tears: "Father, why don't you go back with me?"
Du Sheng laughed and said: "Silly boy, how is this possible? You should go back quickly. If it's too late, they will come out to find you."
Linghu Heng couldn't defeat Du Sheng, so he had to go back the way he came. But he turned back three times every step of the way, which made Du Sheng a little bit intolerable. Finally, Linghu Heng calmed down and stopped looking back. He held back tears and ran all the way.
After a while, he returned to the outer wall of Lingtian Palace, jumped into the wall with a slight jump.
After entering the Lingtian Palace, Linghu Heng felt a little better. After all, he met his adoptive father whom he thought about day and night. He finally settled a knot in his heart and his whole temperament changed.
Linghu Heng walked slowly to the wing where the Ancient Sword Sect was. He was in a very good mood and couldn't help humming a ditty. As he walked to the shadows, a graceful figure suddenly appeared next to him and said, "You are willing to come back."
Already?"
Linghu Heng was immediately startled. His six senses were originally quite sensitive, but in his excitement at this moment, he didn't even notice that there was someone next to him! At this time, someone would ask, doesn't he have strange pupils? Why can he still see it?
Miss you? Please note that the spiritual power consumed by the strange pupils is too great. Even if it were you, you wouldn’t be able to keep them open all the time, right? In the same way, Linghu Heng would naturally not be able to keep his strange pupils open all the time. After all, he hasn’t opened them yet.
So stupid!
When Linghu Heng heard this voice, he trembled all over. He turned his head and found that it was a face that he wanted to get close to but also wanted to escape from. Who else could it be if it wasn't Yang Zhishuang, the great beauty? Linghu Heng laughed and said
: "Miss Yang, why are you still up so late?"
Yang Zhishuang's face was really frosty at this moment, and she said coldly: "Someone stayed out all night, and the entire sect was mobilized by you. How can you sleep!"
Linghu Heng's mind was quick and he naturally guessed the cause and effect of the incident. Someone must have discovered that Linghu Heng was missing and thought something had happened to him, so they asked the entire sect to look for him. Linghu Heng did not expect that he was just chasing a man on a whim.
However, he encountered two of the most incredible things in life: one was an unexpected reunion with his adoptive father, and the other was that he mobilized the entire Ancient Sword Sect alone. Although the number was small, it also reflected his concern for Linghu Heng.
, a sense of belonging suddenly arose in his heart.
Linghu Heng figured out the details here, and then looked at Yang Zhishuang's expression of resentment like the little daughter-in-law of the mother's family blocking her husband who came home late at night. He felt warm in his heart and said softly: "I just feel in my heart
I felt stuffy, so I just went for a walk, but I didn’t expect that the working girl’s jade toes really deserved to die!”
Seeing Linghu Heng speaking so seriously, Yang Zhishuang couldn't pretend any longer. She smiled and said, "You are a pretentious and glib person! Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway. Go and have a rest."
There will be a competition tomorrow."
In fact, Yang Zhishuang was not angry at Linghu Heng for coming back late, but she was angry that Linghu Heng did not watch the competition between her and Yue'er during the day, which made her feel a little sad in her heart. And Yue'er also lost in the first round because of her lack of strength.
After being eliminated, she was still angry and refused to eat tonight. Fortunately, with Yang Zhishuang's easy talk and coaxing, Yue'er was willing to laugh through her tears. Exhausted mentally and physically, Yang Zhishuang heard that Linghu Heng was missing again, and immediately returned to his previous cold expression.
, like a snowdrop on a cliff, beautiful but untouchable.
Before Linghu Heng left, he suddenly turned around and said: "The Lingxiu Kung Fu you performed on stage was really beautiful!"
Yang Zhishuang didn't react for a while and blurted out: "What?"
It's a pity that Linghu Heng had already walked into his room and naturally didn't hear Yang Zhishuang's question. In fact, Linghu Heng was not thick-skinned enough. It should be noted that his compliment was enough to make Yang Zhishuang happy for a long time. He didn't know how to figure it out.
The girl's mentality was afraid that Yang Zhishuang would misunderstand this as a frivolous remark, so she hurriedly fled the scene.
A blush appeared on Yang Zhishuang's pretty face, and she thought in her mind: "Does he really think that part of the Lingxiu Kung Fu is beautiful? In fact... I just wanted him to see it. Did he really see it?" Girls worry about gains and losses.
The mentality of Yang Zhishuang was vividly reflected at this moment. In fact, the competition time between Yang Zhishuang and Wu Zhen was almost the same, but Linghu Heng did not dare to go to Yang Zhishuang's competition stage for fear that she would be distracted. More importantly, Linghu Heng couldn't touch it
Qing Yang knew Shuang's true feelings and only dared to watch from a distance, but did not dare to get close. To put it bluntly, men and women who are obsessed with caring have poor IQs.
Speaking of which, it was not easy for Yang Zhishuang to win. His opponent was a master disciple of the Xuechi sect. His feather-falling fan made him magical, and a bell-like magic weapon almost made Yang Zhishuang suffer. What's more important, this guy didn't know how to cherish the beauty and cherish the jade!
He used all kinds of moves, as if he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal. Yang Zhishuang's originally calm temperament was also irritated by him, so he used the Lingxiu Kung Fu. This Lingxiu Kung Fu was created by a female elder of the Ancient Sword Sect a long time ago.
, accidentally gained inspiration, and thus created this set of long-sleeved kung fu that combines ethereal body skills, softness and strength, and then was refined by generations of female disciples and elders, perfecting it day by day, turning it into a set of fierce kung fu.
It’s just that this set of Lingxiu Kung Fu requires too high a level of understanding, so very few people have mastered it. After practicing this Lingxiu Kung Fu, you will not only be as graceful as a fairy, but also have miraculous effects that confuse people and win unexpectedly. It’s just that
This set of skills is very powerful in itself, and it can defeat the enemy without confusing you. The most powerful thing about Yang Zhishuang is not the cultivation of the fairy sword, but this set of spirit sleeve skills! This is why she carries two white silk ribbons with her.
That's why.
Speaking of which, the disciple of the Xuechi Sect was really unlucky, and he happened to meet Yang Zhishuang. It should be noted that Yang Zhishuang's basic understanding is second only to Linghu Heng, and she also has the effect of the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill in her body, which can be added
He has been cultivated for a year, but he has not fully stimulated the medicinal properties. He was originally placed high hopes by the Xuequi Sect, and he has also achieved the attitude of going all out no matter who the opponent is. It is just that in terms of cultivation, there is still a gap in experience in facing the enemy.
So after struggling for a quarter of an hour, my spiritual power gradually became scarce. Without checking, Yang Zhishuang's silk ribbon hit her chest, and she immediately fell off the stage. Fortunately, although Yang Zhishuang was angry that he had acted rudely, he did not use it.
Use all your strength, otherwise it will not be as simple as falling off the stage. It may be as small as a broken bone, or as serious as injuring the internal organs and vomiting blood.
But in this way, Yang Zhishuang sat upright and became known as the cold-faced fairy. Like an ice lotus swaying in the wind, it can be seen from a distance but not played with. There is a saying in the book: "On the mountain of Miaogushe, there are gods and humans."
"Yan. Her skin is like ice and snow, her virginity is like that of a virgin, she doesn't eat grains..." This is the perfect way to describe Yang Zhishuang's ethereal temperament standing on the stage at that moment.
Needless to say, Linghu Heng's eyesight was natural, and he naturally noticed that scene. But for him, this was already a routine, and he didn't find it amazing. Because, in his mind, Yang Zhishuang will always be a fairy!
Yang Zhishuang recalled Linghu Heng's words and knew that she had wrongly blamed Linghu Heng. It was not that he did not come to watch her competition, but was watching in secret. This also made her feel slightly angry: "Am I a scourge? Let him
So afraid?" In fact, she doesn't understand the hearts of boys. Boys are always shy and nervous when facing the person they like, and they don't even dare to say a word or two. In fact, this is not because he is afraid,
But he was afraid of disturbing this beauty, and he did not dare to blaspheme the fairy in his heart, even if it was himself.
After all, the two of them are still too young! Didn't someone say that the most beautiful time of love is during the first period. Both of them are interested in each other at the moment, but no one dares to break the window. After all, there are some things, say
The taste has completely changed. Let love take root and sprout by itself! Because love needs to come naturally, some things cannot be said.
At this moment, Linghu Heng was also quietly thinking about Yang Zhishuang's words in the door, and couldn't help but have thoughts swirling: "Is she caring about me? Or has she really noticed me? Could it be that I am too radical?
Did it disturb her?..."
It can only be said that Linghu Heng has completely fallen at this moment... (To be continued)