The man in brocade robe came with a sword in his hand, blocking Xia Mang's way. Next to him was the woman in white clothes like snow. On her back was a long sword that was as bright as autumn water. The sword was beautiful and the beauty was even more beautiful.
Such a beautiful woman can charm anyone with her smile. Unfortunately, she is too cold. Her clear eyes are filled with frost, and she is extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.
Xia Mang was even stranger. He held Shi Tuoling's little hand, glanced at the woman in white, then looked away, looked at the man in brocade robes who called himself Lu Nanting, frowned and said, "Jianlu?"
As far as he knew, Jianlu was a power on the south coast, adjacent to the Taoist Lingyun Sect.
"My name is Lu Nanting."
The man in the brocade robe looked at Xia Mang with an arrogant but not arrogant expression. It was the self-confidence he had developed over a long period of time, and said: "Your sword embryo is worthy of being collected by my sword house!"
Xia Mang's eyes suddenly focused.
At this moment, many people noticed that the atmosphere here was not right and quietly gathered around.
"It's Lu Nanting!"
Someone exclaimed: "This is the little genius of Jianlu. He has just turned twenty years old and has broken the second shackles of the human body. Especially when it comes to swords, he is quite knowledgeable and is highly valued by Jianlu!"
"It is said that when he was twelve years old, he was recognized by Lingyuan Sword of Hidden Sword House..."
"This man is indeed extraordinary and can be considered a true genius!"
Everyone murmured with envy in their words. It was obvious that Lu Nanting was not an unknown person and had some abilities.
"This woman in white... is so beautiful!" A young man looked at the woman in white with a dazed expression and murmured: "How could there be such a cold and peerless woman in this world? Even compared to the legendary Empress Zhexian
, I’m afraid it’s not inferior either…”
"This woman is beautiful, but a little too cold." Someone whispered: "Who is she?"
"If you can teach people to understand language and think about it, no matter how ruthless it is, it can be moving, she is... Su Qingmeng."
"Su Qingmeng, the proud daughter of Lingyun Sect, a Taoist lineage?" A young man looked at Su Qingmeng, his face flushed with excitement, "It is said that she is one of the top Taoist geniuses in the world, and she has understood the essence of Taoism.
…”
"When did she come to Prajna Temple? Why didn't I receive any news?"
…
Everyone stared at Su Qingmeng, the woman in white. They were very excited and ignored Lu Nanting and Xia Mang. There was no other way, the beauty was right in front of them, who was still interested in paying attention to them.
The charm of beauty is always great, especially a cold beauty like Su Qingmeng, which is even more eye-catching.
"This sister is so beautiful." Shi Tuoling looked at Su Qingmeng and said with some envy.
"When you grow up, you will be more beautiful than her." Xia Mang touched her hair and said with a smile.
"Really?" the little girl was a little excited.
Xia Mang nodded with a smile, his eyes paused slightly on Su Qingmeng, and then moved away. He seemed to really not take this peerless beauty to heart, or rather... he had never taken it to heart.
Between them, she has always practiced her way of swordsmanship, and he has followed his own path.
They are separated from each other by the end of the world.
Su Qingmeng kept staring at Xia Mang, her eyes were calm and without any disturbance, but who would know that from the first moment she saw Xia Mang, the depths of those crystal clear eyes could no longer accommodate anyone else.
Whose shadow is reflected in her eyes?
In this life, who draws the sword for whom?
I miss you so much that I can't bear to look back. I laugh at the bitterness of infatuation and sigh at the heartlessness of strangers.
Shi Tuoling also noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere. She looked at Su Qingmeng, then at Xia Mang, pulled his sleeve, and whispered: "Brother, this sister has been watching you."
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Big brother is so handsome, who is he looking at if he doesn't look at me?"
Everyone around him was speechless. This guy was really...confident!
Shi Tuoling was startled, but soon realized it, smiled, nodded repeatedly and said: "The eldest brother is the most handsome!"
Xia Mang nodded, looked at the little girl, and said seriously: "That's right."
The mouth corners of the onlookers twitched, and black lines appeared on their foreheads.
"How shameless!" someone muttered angrily.
"But... Su Qingmeng seems to have been looking at this guy." A young man in a purple shirt hesitated.
"I thought Su Qingmeng was looking at me!" His companion rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid many people here have the same thoughts as me."
The young man in purple shirt was speechless.
Su Qingmeng was too beautiful and too charming, causing crowds to riot.
Lu Nanting frowned. He and Su Qingmeng had known each other since childhood and knew her very well. Although Su Qingmeng was still cold and cold at this moment, it was obviously abnormal. Anyone could feel that suppressed emotion.
He remembered that after Su Qingmeng saw Xia Mang last night, he seemed to be a little abnormal and overly indifferent.
"Qingmeng?" Lu Nanting called, his mind moved, and he asked tentatively: "Have you known this Xia Mang before?"
Su Qingmeng glanced at him, was silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.
"It's not really an acquaintance." Xia Mang suddenly spoke and said calmly: "It was just a stranger meeting and then passing each other, that's all."
Su Qingmeng's beautiful eyes were slightly focused, but she didn't say a word. She just squeezed her jade hands tightly in her sleeves.
"Goodbye after all these years, how are you doing, fairy?"
Xia Mang finally looked at Su Qingmeng and laughed at himself, "The genius of the Taoist sect, the first disciple of Lingyun, and I am just a bereaved dog who has fallen to the end of the world. Even if I want to say goodbye to the fairy that I am fine, I am afraid it is a bit inappropriate."
There was a moment of sadness deep in Su Qingmeng's clear eyes, which quickly disappeared.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, but Xia Mang's words were full of profound meaning. Could it be that... there is still a past between this pair of passersby?
"Will the fairy block my way this time?" Xia Mang looked at Su Qingmeng and said calmly.
Su Qingmeng remained silent and looked at Xia Mang, but her eyes became firm.
"snort!"
Lu Nanting looked at Su Qingmeng next to him, then looked at Xia Mang, a sudden anger appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "I said, your sword embryo can be included in the Jianlu collection!"
His tone was serious, as if he was irritated, and his eyes were as sharp as swords as he stared at Xia Mang.
"Put it in the sword house?" Xia Mang looked at Lu Nanting and said coldly: "Who has this ability?"
The mysterious sword fetus was of great help to him. It could even be said that it was something that he relied on for his livelihood. How could he hand it over to others so easily? Since Lu Nanting wanted to seize the sword fetus, he was his enemy!
"I'm going to settle the sword fetus!" Lu Nanting took a step forward, his whole body was like an unsheathed divine sword, its sharpness soaring into the sky.
He is bound to win Xia Mang's Xuanqing Sword Embryo!
"I have long heard that Nanhai Jianlu collects famous swords in the world and is one of the holy lands of swordsmanship. Today I want to learn a lesson!" Front.
A sword in hand, three feet sharp, who can compete with him?
Under the giant Buddha, Xia Mang is holding Shaktuo Ling's little hand, and next to Lu Nanting is the peerless beauty Su Qingmeng. The two meet on a narrow road and confront each other tit for tat!