Perhaps he was in a coma for too long. Although he had almost exhausted the young man's physical strength all night, Ying Fengse still got up before dawn. He carefully did not wake up the sleeping Lu Xise, just in the faint skylight, and planned to take a closer look at the two new secrets.
A long and slanted figure spread out in the courtyard, and it turned out to be Uncle Fu.
Ying Feng looked slightly cold. Seeing the old man standing in front of the eaves with his back hunched, he did not walk up the corridor, and facing the door half-opened on the right wing. He thought he was stunned. After looking at it for a while, he found that he nodded from time to time and shook his head, and listened in a slant, as if he was talking silently with something invisible, which made people creepy.
Ying Fengse was afraid of disturbing Yiren, so she didn't say anything after hesitating. Uncle Fu suddenly turned around, and the two of them met their eyes through the flowered door lattice.
After all, he was the master, so he should not retreat and lose his identity. He pushed open the crack in the door and received the tribute from the old servant. He pointed his finger at the lips and waved his hand to let him leave.
Uncle Fu's hand was sewn with his pants, bowed his head respectfully, and before leaving, he turned around and climbed the corridor. He closed the door again before he left.
It was once Minghe's room, and Yingfengse did not forget it.
Things that belonged to the girl had been packed up before she went down the mountain, and she had not even left a handkerchief, so she had no connection with the young soul who died early.
He knew that Uncle Fu always twisted incense and burned paper for Minghe while he was away. At first, every month came, either on the first day of the day or the fifteenth day; later it gradually became twice a year, except for Qingming Festival, and the other time seemed to be in August and September, which was mostly the Ullambana Festival?
Lu Xise confessed to the relationship between the two, and he expected that the old man would not have any good face. After all, when he sent He and Yue to leave, Uncle Fu stood by him, hoping that the young man would ascend to the throne and revive the Fengyunxia lineage; the beautiful maid who begged Bing Wuye was by no means enterprising, and it was natural to be disappointed.
But whether intentionally or unintentionally, it would be too much to run to the master yard to pretend to be a god or a ghost.It seems that it is time to find an opportunity to talk about him and break the evil habits of this man.
This little episode did not bother Ying Feng for too long. Reading has always helped him calm his mind the most. The quiet and undisturbed morning is suitable for reviewing the situation and clarifying the experiences of the world.
In the second round that had just ended, the messengers did not find the feathered sheep pillar and inserted it into the fortune-telling cylinder in time. Instead, they fainted from the extreme disadvantage of the sword ghost, and were already in exchange when they woke up again.
The Feathered God had no indication of this, but Ying Fengse guessed that the time limit had arrived. Fortunately, the four Xuanyi Orders were all resolved at that time, otherwise all the envoys would die together, and none of them would be spared.
He tried to ask the feathered sheep god about Pingyang Ling, but the dead sheep head was very viscous and was so careful that it was not leaking.
Since He Xise died, the tears and blood phoenix box will reenter the descending realm in the next round. There is no clue to guide him, so you can only rely on luck to buy it.
The sword ghost is willing to kill people and seize things, which is obviously closely related to Pingyang Order.This made Ying Fengse notice another breakthrough that connects the decline world and reality.
Interestingly, I read "Golden Armored Dragon Slash" carefully in the skylight. I originally wanted to calm my thoughts, but I was fascinated by the Fengse.
All schools have ideologies that record moves, and there are no common examples. Should it be?
Although he belongs to the scale clan, he was an ancient man four hundred years ago. His martial arts inheritance has little to do with the current Yangting Nine Veins. Even if he looks at it from other schools, he is not considered a rebellious way.
But Yinglong's ideas were very consistent with the descendants of Tao Yi four hundred years later. Ying Fengse could even see that some of the unknown copies of the Feathered Sheep God could not give the original version. It is still a bit difficult to understand the original meaning without any difficulty.
In his opinion, this copy was a series of wonderful demonstrations like flowing water. Although the villain's graphics hold a long sword, it is not the sword technique; it is not because of a few moves, but all of them are not.
The sword is in the hands of a villain, it is a stick, a slurry, an iron fork, a palladium, a hook and sickle flying, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes single and sometimes double; there are several weapons and even just a cover, and the attack to defeat the enemy was actually fired from the left hand, which was inexplicably extreme.
But in the gestures, the unexpected, biased and reasonable sense of knowingness is like a moth flying butterfly surging, which makes young people have to write a word "consolation".
This is not a prank, and it is hard to say whether it is a fake. The writer is not only a genius, but also has a hole in his mind.
From the moves to the expression, there are words and lines that reveal what you think is just like? The romance and show-off is really a surprise, and there is no disappointment.
The half-mad sword of the blade is ridiculous enough. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. Ying Fengse often wonders: What kind of person can control this kind of exaggerated and boring weapon that is like taking off your pants and farts?
"The Golden Armored Dragon Slash" turned to the end, and I realized that the half-in-law sword had its own origins. There was such a madman who was unconventional and could not be content with the framework. He could not express his madness in his heart, and he tried hard to make things difficult for himself, and he would not let this world go.
...Is it that interesting?Lu Xise sat up with her quilt, and the beautiful voice of the lazy and slightly silence brought the man back to his senses.
That was caused by the shouting too much last night, and this time it was really not unfair.
The first time I saw someone reading a secret book, I actually read it with a smile on the corner of my mouth.answer?Writing a joke inside?
The man closed the pages with a snap.This person is sick.Didn't lie to you.
The real thing is also the strong energy of men to wake up in the morning.
Finally, the rain dissipated. The two of them dragged their bodies with soreness and fatigue, washed and had a good meal, and took a good time to take stock of their resources and clues.
The two volumes of gold and purple are undoubtedly closely related to "Wind and Thunder One Qi". "Golden Armor Rotating Dragon Slash" is a collection of external moves, while "Purple and Huang Scale Feathers" seems to be an internal method of breathing luck, which is not very consistent with the legend. Is it?
There must be some riddle hidden in it. It takes time to decipher it, but I am afraid it will also have some luck.
Instead of working behind closed doors, there are more important information to verify now.
If the Ghost Ya Clan is like us, he is a victim who has been taken into the surrender realm. Retrieving his real identity may further clarify the true appearance of the surrender realm.
The painted pattern is pushed across the desktop.
The strange bird looks like a vulture, but its head is as big as a bucket, which contrasts with its short body and long tail; the seven-tailed feathers look like phoenixes, which are bound in front and scattered behind, and are like peacocks spreading their tails.
The two wings spread like a stacked blade were circling the outer circle, and the green snake twisted in its mouth; the hollowed-eyed pupils were pressed with the bifurcated cloud patterns like thick eyebrows, revealing an indescribable evil spirit.
...a bit familiar.This is?
Tattoo on the arm of the old demon in Black Mountain.Ying Fengse patted the upper left arm and the position against the shoulder.
Haven’t we ever charged against dozens of ghost soldiers in the riverside wetland in the third level?The leading ghost teeth also have this pattern on them.
The guy's ghost-headed sword was broken on the half-cynical sword and was kicked to death by Ying Fengse. When he landed on the ground, he pulled the Taoist priest's opening on the broken sword, revealing the tattoo of the monster bird holding a snake.
No one was careful during the fight. He just glanced at Fengse in a hurry and immediately thought of the old demon in Black Mountain.
One person has a Guizhou pattern, which is at most a characteristic; but two people, three people or even a group of people have the same tattoos, representing a certain identity, which may come from the same sect, have been with the same gang, or even squatting in the same bitter kiln.
The identity of the Ghost Ya Crown is hidden, and it is better to be meticulous about the Nine Abyss Envoys, leaving flaws here.
I can go down the mountain to inquire, but don’t have too much hope.Lu Xise was not as happy as he wanted, and said honestly: First, you have a good picture. I can never draw it, but tattoos are all in the details. It is better to cut off the human skin directly than to draw pictures.
Spread the new paper in the wind and grind the ink and lift the pen.
Before leaving the descending realm, we have to fall into a coma at least twice: find the feathered sheep pillar to settle once, and leave the exchange again.Someone helped to heal the wound and bandage it, change clothes and clean it up, and there was nowhere to hide the human skin.Hit your forehead with the pen tube and smile brightly: It is safest to hide here.I learned from my wife.
Lu Xise rolled her eyes, with the expression you would be the best one, after all, she was a little happy and almost pursed the corners of her lips. She coughed twice, wrapped her arms around her breasts, held up a pair of round melons high, and hummed: "It's useless to be a poor mouth."Where are you planning to start?
Dongxi County.The eyes of Fengse are not off the paper, and they are distracted. They are full of confidence and hesitation without hesitation.
Jiang Lucheng said that she lived in Dongxi Yangjiyuan, and Wucheng's temple was also in Dongxi, so she could see two at a time when she got there.Chu Zhiqin Luo Xueqing is determined to find someone, and she will never forget this place name, which is better than going to Longting Mountain.
Lu Xise nodded repeatedly.It makes sense.The beauty is in front of us, and the power is infinite. Even if the ribs are broken, you can't stop Brother Ying from walking for a hundred miles. He kissed several junior sisters.
Miss Chu is the uncle of the master, so she called her "junior sister" and was afraid she would turn against her.Please look at the wind and color in the distance, add a few more strokes, pour water and grind the five colors and seven colors for later use.If I am the God of Feathers, when I let these girls enter the surrender realm, I will definitely put pig's mouths on them, or hold pearls and other things.
I didn't expect you to be such a pervert.The girl looked disgusted: Get out of here!Don't try to touch me tonight.
Ying Fengse was so surprised: It turned out that he could flip the cards tonight, I haven't heard of Ah.For the sake of the flop, the girl punched her and didn't dare to avoid it. Xuexue was so excited that she was so excited that she was willing to restrain her wretchedness for a long time. She explained seriously: We heard the word "Dongxi" and it was the God of Feathers who asked us to listen to it.He didn't want the ghost-toothed people to speak, so he used the steel nails to penetrate the cheek bones of those people, and let them put on half of their fangs.I don’t believe that Jiang Lucheng or Yan Manshuang said that he was distracted. It was caused by the misconception of the feathered sheep. These are all in His calculations.He also said that the words on the bridge of the frost were strong and the soles of his feet were swept, and he rushed the boat to the shallows.
Lu Xise seemed not surprised and shook her head and said: I want me to say she is not like a spy.No matter how high your martial arts are, you don’t need to be revealed at that time.
Ying Fengse nodded.
What I mean is not that the Feathered Sheep God arranged for them to say this, but that He knew that they would say sooner or later, not only did not take precautions, but let it happen, so that we can grasp the clue of Dongxi County.
Lu Xise suddenly realized.
As soon as she first entered the surrender world, Luo Xueqing did not show any slightest voice because Jiang Lucheng, who was forced to ask her where her master was, was the object she wanted to hide.
Putting the two together is the way for the feathered sheep god to let Luo Xueqing seal the words.
In this way, is Dongxi County a trap?The girl frowned: It was not a good idea to know that there was a tiger in the mountain, but she was on the way to the tiger mountain.
Ying Fengse said happily: If you want to use a bad move, there are many opportunities to descend to the world. This trick is too complicated and you will take the risk of letting the messengers scattered in another place meet in this world. I think what He wants to deal with is someone else.He talked about the doubts about the Knife Ghost and Pingyang Ling.
This statement lacks strong support and is closer to the intuition of a flash of inspiration. It is rashly put forward, which inevitably shakes one's credibility.
But he had no such concern for Lu Xise. He could just say it, even if the girl mocked her, he could still be calm.
Unlike the speed of drawing a bizarre bird tattoo, it took more than half an hour to finish the portrait on the table.
The person in the painting has a leopard head and chin, thick eyebrows pressing his eyes, a thin hair top and a large forehead, which looks old, but the shiny details reveal disproportionate vitality, which does not give people a sense of old age. Compared with this, the dark yellow hair like dry grass and the scars that cross most of the face are not the most conspicuous.
The head that Ying Fengse saw was not as arrogant as this. It was the impression that the young man transformed from the strange oppression when he joined the confrontation with him.
If a person is like his axe, this portrait may be closer to the old Montenegro demon who was alive than the miserable death, and is conducive to following the map.
Very well drawn.Lu Xise had to comment unfairly: Did you practice hard, or should you be born with this kind of food?
I can't remember it clearly, and I will know the difference when my son is born.Ying Fengse showed a modest look, looking very sincere.
But why aren't you very sure of giving birth to me? Should you practice it?Maybe what we used before was all about having a daughter
Don't!Oh, what are you doing... a stinky hooligan!Don't rub...stop...AhAh...
In the next ten days, in addition to practicing the dual life skills of "Wind and Thunder Yi Qi", Lu Xise slipped down the mountain as soon as he had the chance and asked about the tattoo and the yellow-bearded man, but as expected, there was no progress.
Ying Fengse devoted himself to studying the second volume of Jin Zi, quickly mastered the easy-to-get-hand moves, and made several new discoveries, and the gains were very gratifying.
After Long Dafang subsided, Ying Fengse went to Xia Yangyuan to see him. Due to the inconvenience of talking more, he saw that his junior brother was pale and his whole body was obviously reduced a little. He comforted him: I'll ask Uncle Fu to bring you some nourishing supplements tomorrow and rest in order to recover.The two brothers have been in a tacit understanding for many years, and Long Dafang understands that it is the intention of letting Uncle Fu deliver the message, and he claims to be true.
Ying Fengse didn't let him know about going to Dongxi County, so as not to clamor to see Jiang Lucheng with a generous temperament, and would definitely be entangled in all kinds of ways and would never give up until he achieved his goal.
Ying Fengse knows very well, and although Lu Xise has already told the truth, she still cannot shake her lover's heart.
The reason why we have to wait for ten days is to consider He Xise and Gao Xuanse's new death. The veins are also paying attention to the inexplicable fire disaster of Xia Yangyuan, which should not be noticed. How could there be a reason to take survivors down the mountain casually?
Although the first two rounds were separated by a long time, Ying Fengse didn't think that the third round would start soon. After all, the control was not on his side, and the clues could not be verified immediately, which made him very anxious.
Lu Xise and him practiced their sexual skills. The two of them had a tacit understanding and could sense each other's mood from time to time. This section must not be hidden from her.
In order to calm his irritability, the girl did not mention a word, but the frequency of overnight stays increased significantly. She was so happy in bed and tried her best to let him vent her feelings.
Uncle Fu is very tactful. Unless the young master summons him, he dare not come to disturb him at any time. The courtyard is beautiful every night and the spring is endless, and it is hard to say.
A certain night deer Xise could not stay overnight for some reason. Ying Fengse was anxious. After practicing sword for more than half an hour, she still couldn't sleep. Before dawn, she went to the practice room for morning class. She regulated her breathing and breathing, carried Zhoutian, and sweated heavily. She was light and vigorous, which was of no help in suppressing anxiety. After taking a shower and changing clothes, she went straight to the outside of the gorge, and walked unknowingly to the near Youmingyu.
Lu Xise gave all his money for him, but he couldn't cause trouble for her. The young man resisted the urge to snoop and simply changed to the avenue and planned to go to Tongtian Pavilion, which he had not missed for a long time, and he was also cold-hearted.
The brand of Guanfang Tiger is of limited utility. There are woodcutters, hawkers and pilgrims going up the mountain, and farmers carrying empty baskets down the mountain. It is unknown which temple’s fragrant kitchen they just sold.
The morning bells echo in the mountains from time to time, rising and falling, as if the jungles in the mountains were rushing to wake up one after another before the rising sun rose, and were about to unfold another day in the world.
The formation on the mountain not only prevents birds, beasts and outsiders, but also has miraculous effects on isolating the noise outside. When you walk out of Fengyun Gorge, you suddenly feel like you are in a bustling world.
When Uncle Wei was still here, he always talked about the sun and moon in the mountains, so he had to drink rough tea and eat melon seeds at the foot of the mountain to listen to clumsy storytelling before he was willing to do so.
In the past, Ying Fengse did not understand what this meant, but now he can still vaguely realize that the Grand Master is not just wasting time. There must be a reason in it, but he still can't figure it out.
There is no doubt that the foot of the mountain is different from the top of the mountain.
But they practice martial arts hard and endure the torture, just to achieve the pinnacle, get rid of the limitations of their bodies, and achieve extraordinary achievements?Ordinary people and ordinary people, what is worth reviewing frequently?
He traveled with pleasure, and did not wear martial arts uniforms or carry a long sword. The people at the foot of the mountain who came and went by were just thinking that he was the young master of the mountain climbing mountain, and he didn't expect that he was from Jianqi Palace.
There was also a picture of a painting of a disciple of the Qigong in their hearts, and the elegant young man with a green collar and a golden crown in front of him, who looked like a famous scholar's unrestrained style, which did not meet the imagination of the Sword Sect of the Martial Arts.
When you go to Tongtian Pavilion, you must first pass the Zhishi Guan first. Of course, the Zhishi Guan on the surface is not an ordinary Taoist temple. It is comparable to a market in front of the mountain gate and it is extremely lively.
Ying Fengse didn't like to squeeze and turned into the path, and suddenly saw a person walking quickly in front of him. His broad and slender back was very familiar, and it turned out to be Han Xuese.
It seems that Long Dafang is not a random school. The nominal Lord of the Qi Palace really likes to go out for a tour in a very small way, so he refuses to stay at Feiyu Peak. Ying Fengse is also the leader of the lineage. He puts himself in his shoes and knows how headaches this is and even more disgusting. Seeing that he is heading towards Xuanguang Taoist Court, his mind moves slightly and follows him quietly.
The back door of the Taoist yard was unguarded. Han Xuese watched the bushes for a while, and suddenly rushed in, his movements were as fast as a cat. Ying Fengse almost didn't react. He stepped on the tiles on the wall, but fortunately he didn't lose them. Han Xuese casually sat on the corridor railing in the yard, pulled out weeds and humming songs, and seemed to be in a wonderful mood.
Ying Fengse leaned on the roof of the same side. After hiding on the roof, this place was Han Xuese's blind spot. Unless he retreated to the bottom of the yard, he would have the chance to catch a glimpse of the figure on the tiles.
(He is waiting for someone? Who will make an appointment with him to meet here?)
Since he met Long Dafang again, he asked Uncle Fu to inquire about Han Xuese's revolving veins over the years. In all senses, he was an orphan, and he was always an enemy with his eyes, and he was in danger of being able to keep his life. The reason why he could save this life was nothing more than two names, Dugu Ji and Wei Wuyin. The former even made even more harsh words, A Xue died on the day when Long Ting was passed down.
No one dared to doubt the determination and ability of Master Shiqi.
Wei Wuyin has not returned to Fengyun Gorge in the past few years, but has only met Han Xuese and left, in order to ensure that the Mao orphans are not shared with others and do not ask about the rest.
Uncle Fu has always known that he always rushed to meet when he heard the news. This year he was in Xia Yangyuan and next year he was in the Shock Valley... he was like an old prostitute, looking forward to his former benefactor, not asking for gold and silver rewards, but only looking forward to a few words of personal thoughts.
As far as he knows, Han Xuese has no friends on the mountain, at least there is no one who can meet in Xuanguang Taoist Temple.
The last time Han Xuese came here, was she also here to make an appointment with this person?
It is hard not to think of the lost "Resurrection Fist Book", and vaguely smelled a trace of conspiracy, and frowned even deeper.
It is said that the Korean clan has given up fighting with the court on this matter, but if their target is not Pingwang but Qigong, then the waste material that has damaged meridians and cannot practice qigong may be an ideal spy and internal response, at least it will not cause doubts.
Ying Fengse has been thinking about where the boxing script was lost. If he fell in the Taoist temple and was picked up by someone, no wonder he couldn't find it afterwards.
Suddenly, a tiny sound of footsteps, a snow-white gauze skirt flipped along the corridor. The person was of medium size, not particularly tall, but the proportion of his legs was extremely slender. The thighs that floated out of the skirt were round and strong. The curves of the center of the legs were intertwined and were particularly full and attractive. Although the steps were light, they obviously had not practiced internal skills. The rapid gasps and breaths were vaguely heard, but they could not see the upper body, let alone the appearance.
Han Xuese spitted out the long grass and turned into the railing. The figures of the two overlapped. You could vaguely hear his tail sound rising indecisively, as if he was talking about something you are here or not. The woman's beautiful hair from the waist gently swung, and the ends of her hair were spreading out of the two of them, with a gentle charm, which was naturally much more educated than those of Lu Xise in Youmingyu.
Han Xuese's voice was low, and she couldn't suppress her excitement when she first met. Her voice increased slightly. After a moment, she returned to her usual appearance. It was hard to hear what he said.
The two of them sat on the railing and chatted. The woman's appearance and figure were mostly covered by the tall Han Xuese, but from the occasional exposed waist and hip contours and thin straight and slender arms, they did have a beautiful body that was slender and slim. Although it may not be the color of the sky, the face is only as good as the average person or above, and it is also called a beauty.
Han Xuese had no friends in Qi Palace, but unexpectedly, she hid such a lover who could meet in Xuanguang Taoist Palace. Ying Fengse couldn't help but secretly called him strange.
Young men are full of energy, lustful and admiring more. With the willow waist and thick hair that women can hold, the age should not exceed twenty; the waist-length skirt is dyed with a gradient of green pine and cypress green, and the narrow-sleeved gauze shirt with the upper body is refreshing and pleasant, and will not be too eye-catching, but the work of the clothes is not ordinary, and it is obvious that they are from a good family.
The woman's voice was soft and she could not hear her in the mountain wind. She could only try her best to capture the characteristics of her clothes.
After a while, the two of them got up and before the woman's figure penetrated the eaves, Ying Fengse caught a glimpse of something stuck behind her waist, which was longer than a dagger and shorter than a sword, slender and straight, as if it were bamboo and wood. His thoughts were lightning: Could it be a flute or flute?
Han Xuese turned out outside the corridor, and suddenly a plain hand like mutton fat jade suddenly popped out under the eaves. His five fingers were slender, his bones and flesh were evenly stopped, and there was no trace of blue veins and bone ridges. Even the pointed nails were smooth and plump pearls, which were so beautiful that they were unreal.
Ying Feng Se is accustomed to seeing beautiful women, but she never thought that she would be grabbed by one hand. When she came back to her senses, she handed out a jujube tube covered with dark red spots like dried blood. It was indeed a flute.
Han Xuese took the jujube flute and suddenly heard in the corridor!With a sound of wind, the green skirt flew with black silk, and the clothes were mixed with yarns from time to time. Occasionally, you can see water-blue satin embroidered shoes poking out under the skirt. Not only are the insteps of the feet round and white, but even the wrapped feet are like lotus tips, which are beautiful.
The young Mao people standing in a hurry with their flute straight eyes, their face full of happiness.
She was dancing and felt it was like a happy mood. She could almost conceal the charming dance posture of the girl with youthful and full of charm from the corners of her skirt and thick hair and shoes that suddenly appeared and disappeared. She could only feel incredible.
It turns out that there is a kind of beauty in the world that is not necessary to see it.
Ying Fengse believed that he was not a person with rich imagination. When Wei Wuyin gave him advice in the past, he always muttered, "I am stuck in a corner and can't see the world."
When Uncle Wei took over, he accidentally heard the boy talk about it and laughed: The world is endless, who doesn’t see only one corner?Your master allows you to imagine freely.
He couldn't accept this kind of thing.
Which martial arts in Qigong has not been tempered by countless sages and masters in the struggle between life and death? It may not be possible to understand the meaning of the novel according to the script. You can interpret it willfully and use it at will?
What is the difference between this and the chaotic fight between farmers who do not understand martial arts?
Ying Fengse is best at understanding secrets, and learns them faster than anyone else and is like everyone else.
Wei Wuyin asked him to throw away the notebook at any time, which was obviously to choose the worst and to suppress the negative ones nakedly; the initial cracks of the master and apprentice might have originated here.
As the girl danced, a strong sound of wind could be heard at the bottom of the corridor. It was not a sound that the light gauze-sleeved skirt could make.
He listened for a moment, imagined that a girl twisted her waist and legs, swung her arms out, and suddenly a piece of wind-cut thing spread out from her palms...
It's a folding fan.She was dancing a fan dance.
The dance music in the Jiaofang also danced fan dance, which was made of two special large fans, feathered rabbit down on the edges, and the fan surface was mostly not open and closed. The change of the array was used to conceal the body with the large fan, so many people danced together.
Dancing alone with a fan is the style of a literati and elegant person, and it emphasizes artistic conception, which is different from the charming dancer.
Uncle Wei often danced with a fan when he drank high, and he followed suit. He also showed off his appearance several times.
Ying Fengse became more and more curious about the woman's origin. Just as she was about to move a seat to see clearly, Han Xuese suddenly applauded and applauded. Seeing that the woman stretched out her pretty little hand again, she quickly handed the wooden flute back.
It's your turn.A crisp female voice with a slight breathing floated under the eaves, as if Chuchu's heart was overwhelming after he finished his dance. He was stunned and did not pick up the ladies' modesty of educating and blurted out.
The sound is of course extremely beautiful, but what impressed Ying Fengse the most was the high spirits that were radiant, like a silver bottle bursting into pieces, making a sound.
Han Xuese seemed to be inspired by the voice owner, scratched her head and said with a nagging smile: "You are not practicing well, don't laugh at me."The woman applauded gently, without saying anything. Han Xuese blushed and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she seemed to have changed. Her original scattered hall was swept away, her eyes were focused, and she slowly opened her boxing posture.
She must have smiled at him.
Just like this, it seemed like a war drum was beating into the mind of the Mao young man, which was enough to encourage him to put down his doubts and move forward for some reason. Ying Fengse believed that the woman's smile had such magic, even though the two of them had not met yet.
Han Xue has no internal strength in her body, and she is also a fancy move. Even if the Mao people are born strong and quick, they cannot be compared with warriors. They can only deceive the young lady who grew up in the boudoir and have limited knowledge.
Ying Fengse's face soon disappeared.
Han Xuese is the boxing path in "Resurrection of the Soul". Those moves that cannot be used to judge the style of the style at all and cannot be used are in the hands of the young Mao tribe; Han Xuese can pass through the moment of the move, as if the gap between the muscles and bones is particularly wide, or two more pieces of the joints are out of thin air. The suffocation between the pictures was erased by him improvisation, and the awkward fists were always connected, and they were actually quite similar.
Ying Fengse looked at it for a while and was analyzing the big problems encountered when he was lying on the Fenglei Palm. He suddenly realized his thoughts of a way to learn from it.
This did not make him ecstatic, but his fists clattered.
There is nothing in martial arts that is lucky. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't do it, you can't do it. If you don't have the intention, you are enlightened.
And no one cares what you are if you can't do it.
Wei Wuyin used this to humiliate him, and the damn boy in white also used this to humiliate him... Now, it was the turn of the Mao tribe's bastard to be arrogant!
The right fist wheel stinged, and he realized that he had smashed the tiles with one punch. The sound of shattering did not alarm the two people below; the sound of flutes in the corridor was melodious, and the hidden and the fist path were in line with each other. The young Mao tribe smiled and the fight became more and more vigorous.
Fengyunxia has a tradition of being knowledgeable about all kinds of arts. If Yingwu is used, even the paths such as planting flowers and cooking can be studied to the level of the world's first-class level. It is a bit hardcore. At least you must learn about both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Yingfengse is a very outstanding disciple of Fengyunxia, who can be a facade of the same lineage.
The sound of the flute is stirred with the wind, and the mountain wind roars low, and the flexible slicing of semitones like birds jumping is indispensable. It is a verse that the wind has never heard of on the flute. The jujube-colored wooden flute is extremely rare. It sounds roughly, there may be as many as nine or even ten holes.
Suddenly, the crowds of people were heard in the front yard, and the sound of footsteps quickly approached. The flute stopped. Han Xuefei also hugged a green and white shadow from the railing. The woman let out a short cry, and then she was silent. She let him carry it horizontally behind the rockery like a kitten.
The movements of the Mao people were so fast that they could not see clearly, let alone the girl's face, but the calves that kicked out the hem of the skirt were straight and slender, the ankles were round, and all aspects were impeccable. If there was no match for a beautiful face, it would be the worst joke that God had ever played against the world.
A long and slanted figure spread out in the courtyard, and it turned out to be Uncle Fu.
Ying Feng looked slightly cold. Seeing the old man standing in front of the eaves with his back hunched, he did not walk up the corridor, and facing the door half-opened on the right wing. He thought he was stunned. After looking at it for a while, he found that he nodded from time to time and shook his head, and listened in a slant, as if he was talking silently with something invisible, which made people creepy.
Ying Fengse was afraid of disturbing Yiren, so she didn't say anything after hesitating. Uncle Fu suddenly turned around, and the two of them met their eyes through the flowered door lattice.
After all, he was the master, so he should not retreat and lose his identity. He pushed open the crack in the door and received the tribute from the old servant. He pointed his finger at the lips and waved his hand to let him leave.
Uncle Fu's hand was sewn with his pants, bowed his head respectfully, and before leaving, he turned around and climbed the corridor. He closed the door again before he left.
It was once Minghe's room, and Yingfengse did not forget it.
Things that belonged to the girl had been packed up before she went down the mountain, and she had not even left a handkerchief, so she had no connection with the young soul who died early.
He knew that Uncle Fu always twisted incense and burned paper for Minghe while he was away. At first, every month came, either on the first day of the day or the fifteenth day; later it gradually became twice a year, except for Qingming Festival, and the other time seemed to be in August and September, which was mostly the Ullambana Festival?
Lu Xise confessed to the relationship between the two, and he expected that the old man would not have any good face. After all, when he sent He and Yue to leave, Uncle Fu stood by him, hoping that the young man would ascend to the throne and revive the Fengyunxia lineage; the beautiful maid who begged Bing Wuye was by no means enterprising, and it was natural to be disappointed.
But whether intentionally or unintentionally, it would be too much to run to the master yard to pretend to be a god or a ghost.It seems that it is time to find an opportunity to talk about him and break the evil habits of this man.
This little episode did not bother Ying Feng for too long. Reading has always helped him calm his mind the most. The quiet and undisturbed morning is suitable for reviewing the situation and clarifying the experiences of the world.
In the second round that had just ended, the messengers did not find the feathered sheep pillar and inserted it into the fortune-telling cylinder in time. Instead, they fainted from the extreme disadvantage of the sword ghost, and were already in exchange when they woke up again.
The Feathered God had no indication of this, but Ying Fengse guessed that the time limit had arrived. Fortunately, the four Xuanyi Orders were all resolved at that time, otherwise all the envoys would die together, and none of them would be spared.
He tried to ask the feathered sheep god about Pingyang Ling, but the dead sheep head was very viscous and was so careful that it was not leaking.
Since He Xise died, the tears and blood phoenix box will reenter the descending realm in the next round. There is no clue to guide him, so you can only rely on luck to buy it.
The sword ghost is willing to kill people and seize things, which is obviously closely related to Pingyang Order.This made Ying Fengse notice another breakthrough that connects the decline world and reality.
Interestingly, I read "Golden Armored Dragon Slash" carefully in the skylight. I originally wanted to calm my thoughts, but I was fascinated by the Fengse.
All schools have ideologies that record moves, and there are no common examples. Should it be?
Although he belongs to the scale clan, he was an ancient man four hundred years ago. His martial arts inheritance has little to do with the current Yangting Nine Veins. Even if he looks at it from other schools, he is not considered a rebellious way.
But Yinglong's ideas were very consistent with the descendants of Tao Yi four hundred years later. Ying Fengse could even see that some of the unknown copies of the Feathered Sheep God could not give the original version. It is still a bit difficult to understand the original meaning without any difficulty.
In his opinion, this copy was a series of wonderful demonstrations like flowing water. Although the villain's graphics hold a long sword, it is not the sword technique; it is not because of a few moves, but all of them are not.
The sword is in the hands of a villain, it is a stick, a slurry, an iron fork, a palladium, a hook and sickle flying, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes single and sometimes double; there are several weapons and even just a cover, and the attack to defeat the enemy was actually fired from the left hand, which was inexplicably extreme.
But in the gestures, the unexpected, biased and reasonable sense of knowingness is like a moth flying butterfly surging, which makes young people have to write a word "consolation".
This is not a prank, and it is hard to say whether it is a fake. The writer is not only a genius, but also has a hole in his mind.
From the moves to the expression, there are words and lines that reveal what you think is just like? The romance and show-off is really a surprise, and there is no disappointment.
The half-mad sword of the blade is ridiculous enough. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself. Ying Fengse often wonders: What kind of person can control this kind of exaggerated and boring weapon that is like taking off your pants and farts?
"The Golden Armored Dragon Slash" turned to the end, and I realized that the half-in-law sword had its own origins. There was such a madman who was unconventional and could not be content with the framework. He could not express his madness in his heart, and he tried hard to make things difficult for himself, and he would not let this world go.
...Is it that interesting?Lu Xise sat up with her quilt, and the beautiful voice of the lazy and slightly silence brought the man back to his senses.
That was caused by the shouting too much last night, and this time it was really not unfair.
The first time I saw someone reading a secret book, I actually read it with a smile on the corner of my mouth.answer?Writing a joke inside?
The man closed the pages with a snap.This person is sick.Didn't lie to you.
The real thing is also the strong energy of men to wake up in the morning.
Finally, the rain dissipated. The two of them dragged their bodies with soreness and fatigue, washed and had a good meal, and took a good time to take stock of their resources and clues.
The two volumes of gold and purple are undoubtedly closely related to "Wind and Thunder One Qi". "Golden Armor Rotating Dragon Slash" is a collection of external moves, while "Purple and Huang Scale Feathers" seems to be an internal method of breathing luck, which is not very consistent with the legend. Is it?
There must be some riddle hidden in it. It takes time to decipher it, but I am afraid it will also have some luck.
Instead of working behind closed doors, there are more important information to verify now.
If the Ghost Ya Clan is like us, he is a victim who has been taken into the surrender realm. Retrieving his real identity may further clarify the true appearance of the surrender realm.
The painted pattern is pushed across the desktop.
The strange bird looks like a vulture, but its head is as big as a bucket, which contrasts with its short body and long tail; the seven-tailed feathers look like phoenixes, which are bound in front and scattered behind, and are like peacocks spreading their tails.
The two wings spread like a stacked blade were circling the outer circle, and the green snake twisted in its mouth; the hollowed-eyed pupils were pressed with the bifurcated cloud patterns like thick eyebrows, revealing an indescribable evil spirit.
...a bit familiar.This is?
Tattoo on the arm of the old demon in Black Mountain.Ying Fengse patted the upper left arm and the position against the shoulder.
Haven’t we ever charged against dozens of ghost soldiers in the riverside wetland in the third level?The leading ghost teeth also have this pattern on them.
The guy's ghost-headed sword was broken on the half-cynical sword and was kicked to death by Ying Fengse. When he landed on the ground, he pulled the Taoist priest's opening on the broken sword, revealing the tattoo of the monster bird holding a snake.
No one was careful during the fight. He just glanced at Fengse in a hurry and immediately thought of the old demon in Black Mountain.
One person has a Guizhou pattern, which is at most a characteristic; but two people, three people or even a group of people have the same tattoos, representing a certain identity, which may come from the same sect, have been with the same gang, or even squatting in the same bitter kiln.
The identity of the Ghost Ya Crown is hidden, and it is better to be meticulous about the Nine Abyss Envoys, leaving flaws here.
I can go down the mountain to inquire, but don’t have too much hope.Lu Xise was not as happy as he wanted, and said honestly: First, you have a good picture. I can never draw it, but tattoos are all in the details. It is better to cut off the human skin directly than to draw pictures.
Spread the new paper in the wind and grind the ink and lift the pen.
Before leaving the descending realm, we have to fall into a coma at least twice: find the feathered sheep pillar to settle once, and leave the exchange again.Someone helped to heal the wound and bandage it, change clothes and clean it up, and there was nowhere to hide the human skin.Hit your forehead with the pen tube and smile brightly: It is safest to hide here.I learned from my wife.
Lu Xise rolled her eyes, with the expression you would be the best one, after all, she was a little happy and almost pursed the corners of her lips. She coughed twice, wrapped her arms around her breasts, held up a pair of round melons high, and hummed: "It's useless to be a poor mouth."Where are you planning to start?
Dongxi County.The eyes of Fengse are not off the paper, and they are distracted. They are full of confidence and hesitation without hesitation.
Jiang Lucheng said that she lived in Dongxi Yangjiyuan, and Wucheng's temple was also in Dongxi, so she could see two at a time when she got there.Chu Zhiqin Luo Xueqing is determined to find someone, and she will never forget this place name, which is better than going to Longting Mountain.
Lu Xise nodded repeatedly.It makes sense.The beauty is in front of us, and the power is infinite. Even if the ribs are broken, you can't stop Brother Ying from walking for a hundred miles. He kissed several junior sisters.
Miss Chu is the uncle of the master, so she called her "junior sister" and was afraid she would turn against her.Please look at the wind and color in the distance, add a few more strokes, pour water and grind the five colors and seven colors for later use.If I am the God of Feathers, when I let these girls enter the surrender realm, I will definitely put pig's mouths on them, or hold pearls and other things.
I didn't expect you to be such a pervert.The girl looked disgusted: Get out of here!Don't try to touch me tonight.
Ying Fengse was so surprised: It turned out that he could flip the cards tonight, I haven't heard of Ah.For the sake of the flop, the girl punched her and didn't dare to avoid it. Xuexue was so excited that she was so excited that she was willing to restrain her wretchedness for a long time. She explained seriously: We heard the word "Dongxi" and it was the God of Feathers who asked us to listen to it.He didn't want the ghost-toothed people to speak, so he used the steel nails to penetrate the cheek bones of those people, and let them put on half of their fangs.I don’t believe that Jiang Lucheng or Yan Manshuang said that he was distracted. It was caused by the misconception of the feathered sheep. These are all in His calculations.He also said that the words on the bridge of the frost were strong and the soles of his feet were swept, and he rushed the boat to the shallows.
Lu Xise seemed not surprised and shook her head and said: I want me to say she is not like a spy.No matter how high your martial arts are, you don’t need to be revealed at that time.
Ying Fengse nodded.
What I mean is not that the Feathered Sheep God arranged for them to say this, but that He knew that they would say sooner or later, not only did not take precautions, but let it happen, so that we can grasp the clue of Dongxi County.
Lu Xise suddenly realized.
As soon as she first entered the surrender world, Luo Xueqing did not show any slightest voice because Jiang Lucheng, who was forced to ask her where her master was, was the object she wanted to hide.
Putting the two together is the way for the feathered sheep god to let Luo Xueqing seal the words.
In this way, is Dongxi County a trap?The girl frowned: It was not a good idea to know that there was a tiger in the mountain, but she was on the way to the tiger mountain.
Ying Fengse said happily: If you want to use a bad move, there are many opportunities to descend to the world. This trick is too complicated and you will take the risk of letting the messengers scattered in another place meet in this world. I think what He wants to deal with is someone else.He talked about the doubts about the Knife Ghost and Pingyang Ling.
This statement lacks strong support and is closer to the intuition of a flash of inspiration. It is rashly put forward, which inevitably shakes one's credibility.
But he had no such concern for Lu Xise. He could just say it, even if the girl mocked her, he could still be calm.
Unlike the speed of drawing a bizarre bird tattoo, it took more than half an hour to finish the portrait on the table.
The person in the painting has a leopard head and chin, thick eyebrows pressing his eyes, a thin hair top and a large forehead, which looks old, but the shiny details reveal disproportionate vitality, which does not give people a sense of old age. Compared with this, the dark yellow hair like dry grass and the scars that cross most of the face are not the most conspicuous.
The head that Ying Fengse saw was not as arrogant as this. It was the impression that the young man transformed from the strange oppression when he joined the confrontation with him.
If a person is like his axe, this portrait may be closer to the old Montenegro demon who was alive than the miserable death, and is conducive to following the map.
Very well drawn.Lu Xise had to comment unfairly: Did you practice hard, or should you be born with this kind of food?
I can't remember it clearly, and I will know the difference when my son is born.Ying Fengse showed a modest look, looking very sincere.
But why aren't you very sure of giving birth to me? Should you practice it?Maybe what we used before was all about having a daughter
Don't!Oh, what are you doing... a stinky hooligan!Don't rub...stop...AhAh...
In the next ten days, in addition to practicing the dual life skills of "Wind and Thunder Yi Qi", Lu Xise slipped down the mountain as soon as he had the chance and asked about the tattoo and the yellow-bearded man, but as expected, there was no progress.
Ying Fengse devoted himself to studying the second volume of Jin Zi, quickly mastered the easy-to-get-hand moves, and made several new discoveries, and the gains were very gratifying.
After Long Dafang subsided, Ying Fengse went to Xia Yangyuan to see him. Due to the inconvenience of talking more, he saw that his junior brother was pale and his whole body was obviously reduced a little. He comforted him: I'll ask Uncle Fu to bring you some nourishing supplements tomorrow and rest in order to recover.The two brothers have been in a tacit understanding for many years, and Long Dafang understands that it is the intention of letting Uncle Fu deliver the message, and he claims to be true.
Ying Fengse didn't let him know about going to Dongxi County, so as not to clamor to see Jiang Lucheng with a generous temperament, and would definitely be entangled in all kinds of ways and would never give up until he achieved his goal.
Ying Fengse knows very well, and although Lu Xise has already told the truth, she still cannot shake her lover's heart.
The reason why we have to wait for ten days is to consider He Xise and Gao Xuanse's new death. The veins are also paying attention to the inexplicable fire disaster of Xia Yangyuan, which should not be noticed. How could there be a reason to take survivors down the mountain casually?
Although the first two rounds were separated by a long time, Ying Fengse didn't think that the third round would start soon. After all, the control was not on his side, and the clues could not be verified immediately, which made him very anxious.
Lu Xise and him practiced their sexual skills. The two of them had a tacit understanding and could sense each other's mood from time to time. This section must not be hidden from her.
In order to calm his irritability, the girl did not mention a word, but the frequency of overnight stays increased significantly. She was so happy in bed and tried her best to let him vent her feelings.
Uncle Fu is very tactful. Unless the young master summons him, he dare not come to disturb him at any time. The courtyard is beautiful every night and the spring is endless, and it is hard to say.
A certain night deer Xise could not stay overnight for some reason. Ying Fengse was anxious. After practicing sword for more than half an hour, she still couldn't sleep. Before dawn, she went to the practice room for morning class. She regulated her breathing and breathing, carried Zhoutian, and sweated heavily. She was light and vigorous, which was of no help in suppressing anxiety. After taking a shower and changing clothes, she went straight to the outside of the gorge, and walked unknowingly to the near Youmingyu.
Lu Xise gave all his money for him, but he couldn't cause trouble for her. The young man resisted the urge to snoop and simply changed to the avenue and planned to go to Tongtian Pavilion, which he had not missed for a long time, and he was also cold-hearted.
The brand of Guanfang Tiger is of limited utility. There are woodcutters, hawkers and pilgrims going up the mountain, and farmers carrying empty baskets down the mountain. It is unknown which temple’s fragrant kitchen they just sold.
The morning bells echo in the mountains from time to time, rising and falling, as if the jungles in the mountains were rushing to wake up one after another before the rising sun rose, and were about to unfold another day in the world.
The formation on the mountain not only prevents birds, beasts and outsiders, but also has miraculous effects on isolating the noise outside. When you walk out of Fengyun Gorge, you suddenly feel like you are in a bustling world.
When Uncle Wei was still here, he always talked about the sun and moon in the mountains, so he had to drink rough tea and eat melon seeds at the foot of the mountain to listen to clumsy storytelling before he was willing to do so.
In the past, Ying Fengse did not understand what this meant, but now he can still vaguely realize that the Grand Master is not just wasting time. There must be a reason in it, but he still can't figure it out.
There is no doubt that the foot of the mountain is different from the top of the mountain.
But they practice martial arts hard and endure the torture, just to achieve the pinnacle, get rid of the limitations of their bodies, and achieve extraordinary achievements?Ordinary people and ordinary people, what is worth reviewing frequently?
He traveled with pleasure, and did not wear martial arts uniforms or carry a long sword. The people at the foot of the mountain who came and went by were just thinking that he was the young master of the mountain climbing mountain, and he didn't expect that he was from Jianqi Palace.
There was also a picture of a painting of a disciple of the Qigong in their hearts, and the elegant young man with a green collar and a golden crown in front of him, who looked like a famous scholar's unrestrained style, which did not meet the imagination of the Sword Sect of the Martial Arts.
When you go to Tongtian Pavilion, you must first pass the Zhishi Guan first. Of course, the Zhishi Guan on the surface is not an ordinary Taoist temple. It is comparable to a market in front of the mountain gate and it is extremely lively.
Ying Fengse didn't like to squeeze and turned into the path, and suddenly saw a person walking quickly in front of him. His broad and slender back was very familiar, and it turned out to be Han Xuese.
It seems that Long Dafang is not a random school. The nominal Lord of the Qi Palace really likes to go out for a tour in a very small way, so he refuses to stay at Feiyu Peak. Ying Fengse is also the leader of the lineage. He puts himself in his shoes and knows how headaches this is and even more disgusting. Seeing that he is heading towards Xuanguang Taoist Court, his mind moves slightly and follows him quietly.
The back door of the Taoist yard was unguarded. Han Xuese watched the bushes for a while, and suddenly rushed in, his movements were as fast as a cat. Ying Fengse almost didn't react. He stepped on the tiles on the wall, but fortunately he didn't lose them. Han Xuese casually sat on the corridor railing in the yard, pulled out weeds and humming songs, and seemed to be in a wonderful mood.
Ying Fengse leaned on the roof of the same side. After hiding on the roof, this place was Han Xuese's blind spot. Unless he retreated to the bottom of the yard, he would have the chance to catch a glimpse of the figure on the tiles.
(He is waiting for someone? Who will make an appointment with him to meet here?)
Since he met Long Dafang again, he asked Uncle Fu to inquire about Han Xuese's revolving veins over the years. In all senses, he was an orphan, and he was always an enemy with his eyes, and he was in danger of being able to keep his life. The reason why he could save this life was nothing more than two names, Dugu Ji and Wei Wuyin. The former even made even more harsh words, A Xue died on the day when Long Ting was passed down.
No one dared to doubt the determination and ability of Master Shiqi.
Wei Wuyin has not returned to Fengyun Gorge in the past few years, but has only met Han Xuese and left, in order to ensure that the Mao orphans are not shared with others and do not ask about the rest.
Uncle Fu has always known that he always rushed to meet when he heard the news. This year he was in Xia Yangyuan and next year he was in the Shock Valley... he was like an old prostitute, looking forward to his former benefactor, not asking for gold and silver rewards, but only looking forward to a few words of personal thoughts.
As far as he knows, Han Xuese has no friends on the mountain, at least there is no one who can meet in Xuanguang Taoist Temple.
The last time Han Xuese came here, was she also here to make an appointment with this person?
It is hard not to think of the lost "Resurrection Fist Book", and vaguely smelled a trace of conspiracy, and frowned even deeper.
It is said that the Korean clan has given up fighting with the court on this matter, but if their target is not Pingwang but Qigong, then the waste material that has damaged meridians and cannot practice qigong may be an ideal spy and internal response, at least it will not cause doubts.
Ying Fengse has been thinking about where the boxing script was lost. If he fell in the Taoist temple and was picked up by someone, no wonder he couldn't find it afterwards.
Suddenly, a tiny sound of footsteps, a snow-white gauze skirt flipped along the corridor. The person was of medium size, not particularly tall, but the proportion of his legs was extremely slender. The thighs that floated out of the skirt were round and strong. The curves of the center of the legs were intertwined and were particularly full and attractive. Although the steps were light, they obviously had not practiced internal skills. The rapid gasps and breaths were vaguely heard, but they could not see the upper body, let alone the appearance.
Han Xuese spitted out the long grass and turned into the railing. The figures of the two overlapped. You could vaguely hear his tail sound rising indecisively, as if he was talking about something you are here or not. The woman's beautiful hair from the waist gently swung, and the ends of her hair were spreading out of the two of them, with a gentle charm, which was naturally much more educated than those of Lu Xise in Youmingyu.
Han Xuese's voice was low, and she couldn't suppress her excitement when she first met. Her voice increased slightly. After a moment, she returned to her usual appearance. It was hard to hear what he said.
The two of them sat on the railing and chatted. The woman's appearance and figure were mostly covered by the tall Han Xuese, but from the occasional exposed waist and hip contours and thin straight and slender arms, they did have a beautiful body that was slender and slim. Although it may not be the color of the sky, the face is only as good as the average person or above, and it is also called a beauty.
Han Xuese had no friends in Qi Palace, but unexpectedly, she hid such a lover who could meet in Xuanguang Taoist Palace. Ying Fengse couldn't help but secretly called him strange.
Young men are full of energy, lustful and admiring more. With the willow waist and thick hair that women can hold, the age should not exceed twenty; the waist-length skirt is dyed with a gradient of green pine and cypress green, and the narrow-sleeved gauze shirt with the upper body is refreshing and pleasant, and will not be too eye-catching, but the work of the clothes is not ordinary, and it is obvious that they are from a good family.
The woman's voice was soft and she could not hear her in the mountain wind. She could only try her best to capture the characteristics of her clothes.
After a while, the two of them got up and before the woman's figure penetrated the eaves, Ying Fengse caught a glimpse of something stuck behind her waist, which was longer than a dagger and shorter than a sword, slender and straight, as if it were bamboo and wood. His thoughts were lightning: Could it be a flute or flute?
Han Xuese turned out outside the corridor, and suddenly a plain hand like mutton fat jade suddenly popped out under the eaves. His five fingers were slender, his bones and flesh were evenly stopped, and there was no trace of blue veins and bone ridges. Even the pointed nails were smooth and plump pearls, which were so beautiful that they were unreal.
Ying Feng Se is accustomed to seeing beautiful women, but she never thought that she would be grabbed by one hand. When she came back to her senses, she handed out a jujube tube covered with dark red spots like dried blood. It was indeed a flute.
Han Xuese took the jujube flute and suddenly heard in the corridor!With a sound of wind, the green skirt flew with black silk, and the clothes were mixed with yarns from time to time. Occasionally, you can see water-blue satin embroidered shoes poking out under the skirt. Not only are the insteps of the feet round and white, but even the wrapped feet are like lotus tips, which are beautiful.
The young Mao people standing in a hurry with their flute straight eyes, their face full of happiness.
She was dancing and felt it was like a happy mood. She could almost conceal the charming dance posture of the girl with youthful and full of charm from the corners of her skirt and thick hair and shoes that suddenly appeared and disappeared. She could only feel incredible.
It turns out that there is a kind of beauty in the world that is not necessary to see it.
Ying Fengse believed that he was not a person with rich imagination. When Wei Wuyin gave him advice in the past, he always muttered, "I am stuck in a corner and can't see the world."
When Uncle Wei took over, he accidentally heard the boy talk about it and laughed: The world is endless, who doesn’t see only one corner?Your master allows you to imagine freely.
He couldn't accept this kind of thing.
Which martial arts in Qigong has not been tempered by countless sages and masters in the struggle between life and death? It may not be possible to understand the meaning of the novel according to the script. You can interpret it willfully and use it at will?
What is the difference between this and the chaotic fight between farmers who do not understand martial arts?
Ying Fengse is best at understanding secrets, and learns them faster than anyone else and is like everyone else.
Wei Wuyin asked him to throw away the notebook at any time, which was obviously to choose the worst and to suppress the negative ones nakedly; the initial cracks of the master and apprentice might have originated here.
As the girl danced, a strong sound of wind could be heard at the bottom of the corridor. It was not a sound that the light gauze-sleeved skirt could make.
He listened for a moment, imagined that a girl twisted her waist and legs, swung her arms out, and suddenly a piece of wind-cut thing spread out from her palms...
It's a folding fan.She was dancing a fan dance.
The dance music in the Jiaofang also danced fan dance, which was made of two special large fans, feathered rabbit down on the edges, and the fan surface was mostly not open and closed. The change of the array was used to conceal the body with the large fan, so many people danced together.
Dancing alone with a fan is the style of a literati and elegant person, and it emphasizes artistic conception, which is different from the charming dancer.
Uncle Wei often danced with a fan when he drank high, and he followed suit. He also showed off his appearance several times.
Ying Fengse became more and more curious about the woman's origin. Just as she was about to move a seat to see clearly, Han Xuese suddenly applauded and applauded. Seeing that the woman stretched out her pretty little hand again, she quickly handed the wooden flute back.
It's your turn.A crisp female voice with a slight breathing floated under the eaves, as if Chuchu's heart was overwhelming after he finished his dance. He was stunned and did not pick up the ladies' modesty of educating and blurted out.
The sound is of course extremely beautiful, but what impressed Ying Fengse the most was the high spirits that were radiant, like a silver bottle bursting into pieces, making a sound.
Han Xuese seemed to be inspired by the voice owner, scratched her head and said with a nagging smile: "You are not practicing well, don't laugh at me."The woman applauded gently, without saying anything. Han Xuese blushed and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she seemed to have changed. Her original scattered hall was swept away, her eyes were focused, and she slowly opened her boxing posture.
She must have smiled at him.
Just like this, it seemed like a war drum was beating into the mind of the Mao young man, which was enough to encourage him to put down his doubts and move forward for some reason. Ying Fengse believed that the woman's smile had such magic, even though the two of them had not met yet.
Han Xue has no internal strength in her body, and she is also a fancy move. Even if the Mao people are born strong and quick, they cannot be compared with warriors. They can only deceive the young lady who grew up in the boudoir and have limited knowledge.
Ying Fengse's face soon disappeared.
Han Xuese is the boxing path in "Resurrection of the Soul". Those moves that cannot be used to judge the style of the style at all and cannot be used are in the hands of the young Mao tribe; Han Xuese can pass through the moment of the move, as if the gap between the muscles and bones is particularly wide, or two more pieces of the joints are out of thin air. The suffocation between the pictures was erased by him improvisation, and the awkward fists were always connected, and they were actually quite similar.
Ying Fengse looked at it for a while and was analyzing the big problems encountered when he was lying on the Fenglei Palm. He suddenly realized his thoughts of a way to learn from it.
This did not make him ecstatic, but his fists clattered.
There is nothing in martial arts that is lucky. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't do it, you can't do it. If you don't have the intention, you are enlightened.
And no one cares what you are if you can't do it.
Wei Wuyin used this to humiliate him, and the damn boy in white also used this to humiliate him... Now, it was the turn of the Mao tribe's bastard to be arrogant!
The right fist wheel stinged, and he realized that he had smashed the tiles with one punch. The sound of shattering did not alarm the two people below; the sound of flutes in the corridor was melodious, and the hidden and the fist path were in line with each other. The young Mao tribe smiled and the fight became more and more vigorous.
Fengyunxia has a tradition of being knowledgeable about all kinds of arts. If Yingwu is used, even the paths such as planting flowers and cooking can be studied to the level of the world's first-class level. It is a bit hardcore. At least you must learn about both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Yingfengse is a very outstanding disciple of Fengyunxia, who can be a facade of the same lineage.
The sound of the flute is stirred with the wind, and the mountain wind roars low, and the flexible slicing of semitones like birds jumping is indispensable. It is a verse that the wind has never heard of on the flute. The jujube-colored wooden flute is extremely rare. It sounds roughly, there may be as many as nine or even ten holes.
Suddenly, the crowds of people were heard in the front yard, and the sound of footsteps quickly approached. The flute stopped. Han Xuefei also hugged a green and white shadow from the railing. The woman let out a short cry, and then she was silent. She let him carry it horizontally behind the rockery like a kitten.
The movements of the Mao people were so fast that they could not see clearly, let alone the girl's face, but the calves that kicked out the hem of the skirt were straight and slender, the ankles were round, and all aspects were impeccable. If there was no match for a beautiful face, it would be the worst joke that God had ever played against the world.
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