บท 10: Chapter 10
Chapter 10: When I was young, I was wearing thin clothes
When Lin Xuanyan walked to the front of the stage, Xiao Ze had already assumed an ancient boxing stance, his internal energy was surging, and his tense muscles were holding up his clothes.
Just as Lin Xuanyan was about to say something, Xiao Ze said in a deep voice: "I'm not the type of person that Li Yan is. Don't even think about angering me."
Lin Xuanyan was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Sword Sect, Lin Xuanyan."
Xiao Ze had no expression on his face: "Xuanmen, Xiao Ze."
The techniques practiced by the Xuan Sect emphasize the atmosphere rather than the changes, and the three techniques practiced by Xiao Ze are the essence of a famous martial artist from the Xuan Sect who has practiced hard for a hundred years. Each technique is grand and majestic.
Xiao Ze took a deep breath, and suddenly his clothes swelled up as if a strong wind was blowing them up. He slowly stretched out his arms, and a strong force slowly rose up with his movements. Although his movement was extremely slow, there was a strong energy accumulated in it, just waiting for Xiao Ze to deliver the first punch.
At this moment, the people in the arena looked up and saw that the clouds above the Dao Trial Conference had been forcibly split open by a thin slit, and the fist force was so strong that it soared straight into the sky.
Xiao Ze took a horse stance, and the movements of his hands were like clearing away the clouds and mist.
Lin Xuanyan's expression did not change at all, but his sword had already been pushed forward an inch without him noticing.
Xiao Ze shouted angrily, and suddenly, the clouds in the sky were stirred and mixed together. After Xiao Ze gathered his strength, he rushed forward with a punch, like a dragon emerging from the sea, unstoppable.
Clang!
A clear sword sound rang out, the sword light suddenly became brighter, and Lin Xuanyan suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Pei Yuhan's expression changed. Lin Xuanyan obviously had no cultivation, so how could he move so fast? This kind of movement seemed to be seen by her.
Xiao Ze, who was swinging his fist, was also slightly startled. His fist intention instantly spread out to the entire field, surveying Lin Xuanyan's position.
The next moment, Lin Xuanyan appeared at the same place again, with a flash of sword light.
Lin Xuanyan disappeared again.
In another instant, Lin Xuanyan appeared again, the sword light became brighter and brighter, and Lin Xuanyan disappeared again.
This disappearance and reappearance happened several times in just a few breaths.
"What kind of body movement is this?"
"Wave-Walking Style? That doesn't seem like it. Could it be Dust-Walking Technique? Isn't that the secret of Tianyun Mountain?"
"Even if it's the Dust-Walking Technique, he has no skills, how can he control it?"
Outside the venue of the Dao Trial Conference, on a high jade platform, a silver-haired woman who was originally gazing at the distance in her leisure suddenly stopped looking. She looked at the martial arts arena for a long time and asked suspiciously, "Why... is this so similar to my sister's Star Shift Step?"
The sound of "ding ding ding" continued to ring out, like the sound of a hammer or a chisel. The sword light that appeared and disappeared at that time was like a small boat under the huge waves, which could be swallowed up by the next wave at any time, but the sword light struggled tenaciously and never disappeared.
The clouds in the sky rolled and formed a whirlpool. At this time, Xiao Ze's flying figure also hit Lin Xuanyan heavily, punching the place where he disappeared and reappeared!
There was a loud bang, like hammering at something.
A cloud of dust rose up.
Before everyone could react, a sword light suddenly ripped through the vast smoke and dust, followed by a series of clanging sounds.
The smoke and dust obscured his vision. With another loud bang, Lin Xuanyan flew backwards out of the chaos. After his toes touched the ground, he somersaulted several times before he stopped retreating.
When the smoke and dust cleared, people discovered that a shallow pit had appeared on the ground. Xiao Ze was standing in the pit, his clothes covered with dust.
He let out a low cry, and the dust fell off his body.
The shallow pit was actually created by Xiao Ze. Since the competition began, the competition field was rarely destroyed. The Vermillion Bird Stone mined from southern Xinjiang was extremely solid and could not be shaken by ordinary cultivators.
The turbulent clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.
Restore to original state.
Only then did people realize that Xiao Ze had an injury on his body. It was a sword wound. There was a sword scar on his right arm, not too deep or too shallow. Blood flowed down his arm to the tip of his fist, and finally dripped down the tip of his fist. Xiao Ze shook his fist, shaking off the blood. He turned around and looked at Lin Xuanyan, a little confused.
Xiao Ze was a little puzzled. He said something inexplicable in a cold voice: "Fifty-six...how did you do it?"
Xiao Ze did not feel any mana flowing from him. His body was very strong among his peers, and ordinary swords and knives could not leave even a white mark. At that moment, his right arm, which was full of strength, was like a copper wall and an iron wall.
How could an ordinary person break it without relying on magic power?
Lin Xuanyan's sword naturally couldn't break it, but at the moment of the collision, before his fist landed, his sword slashed the same spot fifty-six times, so the spot on his right arm went from being painless to having white marks and then torn flesh and bleeding.
Lin Xuanyan didn't hesitate to explain: "Because mine is fast enough, and you are too slow."
Xiao Ze thought it was a little funny, but he couldn't laugh, because the essence of his boxing was slowness, and only by being slow could he accumulate his energy and finally create a magnificent and spectacular scene.
Xiao Ze wiped the blood off his arm and took a deep breath. His bronze skin actually had a faint luster, and the bleeding stopped.
He said in a deep voice: "So what? Making me bleed is probably your limit."
Lin Xuanyan held the hilt of his sword, remaining calm.
Pei Yuhan, who was watching the battle from afar, sat upright. She had thought that Lin Xuanyan was a genius in swordsmanship, but she had never thought that he was this talented.
The sword light that was constantly flashing just now was actually just a means to conceal his body movements, and his body movements were extremely strange. Although they seemed familiar, it was so long ago that I couldn't remember them at all.
He used that kind of body movement to get close to him, and sent one sword after another without any sword energy to his arm. After being knocked back to the original place by Xiao Ze's strength, he turned back again, and repeated this repeatedly. In the end, he used the sword light to confuse the opponent, and actually dodged Xiao Ze's most fatal attack of the Cloud-clearing Style.
The blow created a shallow pit in the field. If it had landed on the untrained Lin Xuanyan, he would have been killed or injured, or even blasted into a pulp.
Before the people present could recover from their shock, Xiao Ze had already started his next attack.
He raised his arms and shouted, "Pull out the tripod!"
He slowly raised his arms like lifting a tripod, and his body, which had just fallen, instantly rose up.
Lin Xuanyan sighed slightly: "I said, it's too slow."
He rushed forward, and then the sword slid across in a clear arc.
Each of Xiao Ze's three moves was magnificent, but the price was that it took a long time to get going.
It was just like the chanting that many sorcerers needed to do before performing a spell. Since sorcerers were weak, they needed others to protect them while they chanted. However, Xiao Ze was different. The spell he practiced also required "chanting", but he thought he was physically strong and no one could interrupt his chanting.
But Lin Xuanyan was also different.
The sound of nailing ding ding rang out again, but Xiao Ze could not fight back. His momentum of pulling out the tripod was about to be fully developed, and his aura was also tightly locking Lin Xuanyan. This time, no matter what kind of body movement he used, he was sure that Lin Xuanyan could not escape.
Unless he can break through his defense before the tripod falls.
One sword, two swords, three swords... the sword light kept shining, but that sword light was not caused by cultivation, but the sunlight emitted by the mirror-like sword body. Because the sword was swung too fast, it seemed that even the light gathered together and gathered into a sea.
Lin Xuanyan had never thought of using any physical skills. He stood in front of Xiao Ze and chopped at him like chopping wood.
Xiao Ze endured the sword strikes one after another, standing still like a mountain, and his aura rose steadily, as if he was really carrying a bronze tripod with a human face and animal patterns on his hands!
The young monks who were watching the battle held their breath when they saw this scene. They really wanted to know whether the tripod would be completed first or the sword light would be broken first.
Just when Xiao Ze's momentum was about to reach its peak, a terrifying crack appeared in the atmosphere.
There was a sizzling sound, and a drop of blood rolled across the blade.
The blood drops are round and smooth, and look very beautiful and gorgeous.
Then, the second and third drops of water splashed out.
And there were frightening cracks on the tripod above his head!
Xiao Ze's breath, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly sank, and his previous peak momentum was greatly reduced.
After several hundred strikes, his iron-clad skin was actually cut open.
The wound got deeper and deeper with each sword strike. If he tried to form a cauldron again, his heart would probably be cut open.
He shouted suddenly, forcibly dispersing the treasure tripod, concentrating his energy in front of his chest, and deflecting the sword. Then he took a step back, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and barely dodged the sword that passed by like lightning.
In order to practice these three techniques, Xiao Ze now performs all his techniques in a slow and steady manner.
He naturally knew other spells, but he suddenly lost confidence. He found that with his current physical condition, he seemed unable to withstand those swords.
Lin Xuanyan had already put away his sword and was quietly looking at the scar on his chest, still feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
I haven't wielded a sword for a hundred years, so I'm a little rusty.
Although Xiao Ze was unwilling to accept the result, he was not someone who could not afford to lose. He asked in confusion, "How could you be so fast?"
Lin Xuanyan said frankly: "The path of cultivation is a process of giving up the essence and pursuing the trivial, and finally returning to the starting point. In my opinion, cultivation is often about pursuing the trivial. Suppose you practice boxing tens of thousands of times each time, and practice for thousands of years, you can also be as fast as you can be."
Xiao Ze naturally thought that the thousands of years he mentioned was a joke, but he believed in the tens of thousands of times he practiced boxing every day.
But he was still unwilling to give in, and asked: "What kind of magical weapon is this sword of yours that can be so sharp?"
Lin Xuanyan rolled his eyes: "Do you know what the difference is between the sixth realm and the seventh realm?"
Xiao Ze frowned.
Lin Xuanyan said: "If your brother were here, he would never ask such a stupid question."
Xiao Ze lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
He wanted to tell Xiao Ze that the sword was called March. He bought it at a random shop for his apprentice to play with. The price of the sword was exactly his apprentice's pocket money for three months, so he named it March.
Generally speaking, swords are expensive, but my apprentice is frugal and spends very little money every month. How casual and unbearable is the sword on Zujian.
However, even though his disciple had seen through the inferior nature of the sword after he grew up, he still carried it with him every day. He felt very relieved and guilty.
Therefore, he would definitely take back every bit of the pain that he had inflicted on her.
Finally, Xiao Ze sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the last move of Kai Yue cannot be performed. The time required for Kai Yue is much longer than that for Ba Ding. I believe that time is enough for you to break my Qi."
Lin Xuanyan's eyes fell on the surroundings. The spectators were already shocked and speechless. They thought it was just a one-sided insult and were even waiting for Lin Xuanyan to be defeated and carried off the stage to face the embarrassing scene. However, they didn't expect things to develop like this.
Finally, his gaze fell on Pei Yuhan. Even though they were so far apart, he could still see Pei Yuhan's gaze clearly. She had already stood up, with her chest held high and her head raised, and her eyes were shining as she looked over here.
He suddenly felt very proud. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of feeling.
He said to Xiao Ze in a serious tone: "Let me see the last move of Kaiyue."
After saying this, he put his sword behind his back, indicating that he would not move the sword while Xiao Ze was gathering his strength.
Xiao Ze was shocked. He had never been looked down upon like this since he started practicing Taoism. However, Lin Xuanyan's eyes were too calm. He could not even find a trace of contempt, let alone arouse anger in his heart. He found that he could not see through this young man at all. Could it be that his sword was just fast?
Lin Xuanyan stood quietly in white, waiting for him to make a move.
Xiao Ze said nothing, but with a surge of momentum, he placed one hand in front of his chest in the shape of an axe, and clenched his other hand into a fist over his heart.
The lower body is in a horse stance, heavy and steady, as if a mountain is collapsing in front of it but it remains motionless.
This was the first time he used Kaiyue since the conference.
What should we do if there are mountains blocking the way to the great road? We should naturally cut through the mountains and go forward!
Everyone looked at the magnificent scene and felt sorry for him. Xiao Ze had already admitted defeat, so why did he still overestimate his own abilities and insist on resisting the last move? Did he really think that he could be invincible just because his sword was fast enough?
A mortal without any cultivation would be weak after all, how could he withstand such a force that could collapse even mountains?
Kaiyue Dacheng.
All the energy locked onto Lin Xuanyan from eight angles.
Lin Xuanyan seemed to have become a person trapped in the mountains, with no escape.
Suddenly, a white line lit up in the field, and it became brighter and wider, like a rising wave.
He wanted to tell everyone that if the sword was fast enough, it would be invincible!
Snap!
A crisp sound.
But that was not the sound of a sword breaking.
The indestructible mountain atmosphere actually cracked like porcelain!
You can break the mountain with your fist, and I can break the mountain with my sword. This is also my breaking the mountain!
The sword light shone brightly, and Lin Xuanyan's figure appeared in front of him. He swung his sword, and it seemed like he swung many swords.
The sword rang clear and melodious, and kept ringing.
When everything was settled, Lin Xuanyan bowed slightly to him and said, "Thank you."
After saying this, he left the scene calmly, and walked down the 182 steps one by one.
Xiao Ze knelt down on the spot, he looked at his hands, looked at the scars on his body, and remained silent.
He looked at Lin Xuanyan's back in white clothes as he walked away, frowning. Just at that moment, he felt the fluctuation of mana on Lin Xuanyan's sword.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or real.
If it was the latter, then he felt even more scared.
If this person can really practice and deliberately hide his realm, how strong must he be?
When did the small pool of water in the Sword Sect become so unfathomable?
Lin Xuanyan walked to Pei Yuhan's side. He looked at Pei Yuhan and smiled gently. Pei Yuhan supported his slightly leaning body and calmly brought him back to the cave.
Although I had used my cultivation to break her virginity just now, I was still a little too arrogant.
Pei Yuhan had many questions to ask him.
But as soon as Lin Xuanyan returned to the cave, he picked a bed and fell asleep.
She looked at Lin Xuanyan's handsome face and his eyelashes trembling slightly in his sleep. Suddenly, she had a terrible idea, an idea that she dared not even think about!
"You..." Pei Yuhan looked at him uncertainly, and touched his cheek with her trembling hands before quickly withdrawing them.
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind me: "Master."
Pei Yuhan turned around and saw Yu Xiaotang had woken up at some point and was standing at the door. He was only wearing a thin white shirt and his face still looked sick.
Pei Yuhan asked in surprise: "Xiaotang, when did you wake up? You are not in good health yet, you need to rest more."
Yu Xiaotang shook his head and said, "Master, I just saw my junior brother's competition. He is really amazing."
Pei Yuhan hummed.
Looking at Lin Xuanyan with a complicated expression, she had a question in her mind. When Lin Xuanyan woke up, she would ask him in person.
Yu Xiaotang walked to the bedside, looked at his junior brother's handsome face, and blinked his watery eyes, looking very handsome.
In fact, what she didn't tell her master was that she found that her sword bones seemed to have changed. The sword of the Demon Sect seemed to have reshaped her sword bones, and her originally smooth sword intent also became sharper.
She now had a feeling that as long as she held the sword, she would become very strong very quickly. If she met Zhong Hua again, she would be able to defeat him without even using the sword.
This was the first time the girl had such a strong desire for her own swordsmanship.
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There was an old man in Laojing City.
The old man is well-known for being a good person. He is kind to everyone. Whenever he sees someone, he smiles and asks about their well-being, and chats about family matters, customs and human nature. The old man is very knowledgeable and is almost a know-it-all.
The customs, characters and historical stories of each place can be described.
Children who have just started learning also like to talk to the elderly. Sometimes the elderly tell them the truths in books and sometimes they tell them legends about ghosts and monsters.
Everyone only knew that the old man's surname was Yuan, and everyone called him Old Man Yuan, and no one knew what his real name was.
When the old man has nothing to do, he likes to go to an ancient building in Chengjun City to look far into the distance, watching the wind, rain and snow, all in accordance with the weather.
Recently, the old man likes to look at the stars in the sky the most.
Others were suspicious about the old man's identity. Some said he was a teacher, some said he was an old official who was demoted because of his unsuccessful career, and some said he was an old scholar who failed the imperial examination.
The old man always smiled at these remarks, and it was unclear whether they were true or not.
But his kindness is genuine. Although he is old, he is still strong and healthy. Whenever his neighbors need help, he always seems to be willing to help.
The small alley was filled with joy.
But I don't know why the old man has become a little silent recently.
The smile I usually put on when meeting people seems a little forced.
Usually after laughing twice, I start to daydream.
Everyone thought he was missing his granddaughter.
The old man's granddaughter used to sell wine in Laojing City, but a year ago she was seduced away by a man who came to buy wine every day. No one knows where she is now.
But the old man still likes to climb high to look at the stars, and the stars in the sky fall into his vicissitudes of life.
He looked at the glittering light in silence, and often he would look at it for the entire night.
Many people comforted him and wished his granddaughter peace and safety despite leaving her hometown.
The old men all smiled in response.
Until that day, an old man suddenly came to the dilapidated alley. However, this old man looked dignified, dressed elegantly and had an extraordinary demeanor. He was obviously a high-ranking official in the capital.
The old man had a blank expression on his face, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry. Those curious people only dared to watch from a distance, and no one dared to approach him to talk to him.
The old man came to Old Man Yuan's door alone.
The people watching were shocked, thinking that maybe Old Man Yuan had been living in seclusion here, and today his old enemy finally found him. Otherwise, how could such a dignified person come back to this shabby alley?
In front of everyone's extremely shocked gazes, he actually bowed deeply towards Old Man Yuan's door.
The door opened, and Old Man Yuan looked at the old man in front of him who looked no younger than himself. He, who always loved to smile, had a serious expression on his face.
The man bowed but could not stand up, and said respectfully: "Student greets you, sir."
The audience was moved. They had never thought that this old man Yuan, who always smiled at everyone, had such a great background.
Old Man Yuan motioned him to come in, closed the door, and said expressionlessly: "I know something about the matter. Didn't you agree that I could come to Laojing City to spend my old age? Why did you come to me?"
The old man dared not speak loudly: "It is the temple. I am sorry, sir."
"Don't you have an old monster named Yao now? Why do you need to invite me?"
The old man sighed and said, "Sir, you know the true identity of Old Man Yao. If we really go to war with the Northern Territory in the future, the Temple will not trust Old Man Yao."
The old man surnamed Yuan disagreed: "After this trip, I'm afraid I will never see my granddaughter's granddaughter again."
The old man looked puzzled.
Old man Yuan said to himself, "If I see that old monster who kidnapped my granddaughter again, I will beat him to death with one punch."
The old man was shocked, thinking that there were very few people in this world who could withstand a punch from old man Yuan without dying, and that person must be very important.
"Whatever."
Old man Yuan smiled silently: "If I die in the imperial city, remember to bring my body back and bury it beside the old well. If the wine shop opposite the well opens one day, remember to take care of it for me."
The old man said solemnly: "Sir, you are a man of profound knowledge, how could you possibly die?"
"Alas." Old man Yuan suddenly sighed heavily: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the leaves can be evergreen. Birth, aging, sickness and death, no one can live forever. Let's go, after all, my last name is Yuan."
There used to be a word before his name "Yuan", but it was erased by himself.
One day, the always smiling old man Yuan suddenly stopped smiling. He was lost in thought, not knowing whether he was thinking about his granddaughter's granddaughter or the Dynasty Temple thousands of miles away.
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I don't know if Lin Xuanyan did it on purpose, but he slept until the next day when the lot was drawn, and Pei Yuhan didn't even have the chance to ask the questions in her mind.
After drawing lots this time, Pei Yuhan was surprised to find that Ji Yitian, who was always complacent, had a terribly gloomy face, with a look of wanting to cry but not being able to. The people of the entire Yin Yang Pavilion were the same, all of them were dejected, with a look of pain and helplessness, as if they had lost their parents.
Ji Yitian kept pacing and wandering, and from time to time he would walk to the railing and look into the distance, beating his chest and stamping his feet, and his voice was painful: "God has destroyed my Yin Yang Pavilion, God has destroyed my Yin Yang Pavilion!"
"Alas, I made a bet with that immortal old man from Xuanmen on which disciple would win the championship. I bet more than ten magical weapons. Now I'm going to lose a lot, a lot..."
A disciple came forward to comfort him, but was pushed away by Ji Yitian. He sulked and glared alone.
Pei Yuhan thought it was a little funny, but he wasn't bored enough to ask what happened.
I only heard the disciples of another sect nearby whispering and laughing: "I heard that the most proud disciple of Yin Yang Pavilion, Ji Xinian, drew his sister Ji Chanxi..."
"Huh? Doesn't that mean... I heard that Ji Xinian always loves his sister, how could he possibly do that?"
"Yes. This time, the Yin Yang Pavilion's Dao Test Conference will end here. What a pity, it's not God's will, and no one can be blamed."
Pei Yuhan suddenly realized something, and thought of that silly and extremely beautiful girl, and found it somewhat interesting.
As for his disciple Lin Xuanyan, no one dared to look down on him anymore. Although some people still said that he was taking advantage of others, there was obviously sourness in their words.
Today, Lin Xuanyan drew Zhou Yi, the senior disciple of Tianyun Mountain. He was weaker than Xiao Ze, so she was not too worried.
Lin Xuanyan's name was also mentioned in all the major gambling houses, and many people with good intentions even thought that he could fight against Xiao Wang.
As expected, the first match of today's trial competition was extremely awkward. Everyone just watched a handsome boy and a beautiful girl sitting opposite each other in the competition field and chatting. No one knew what they were talking about, probably some family gossip or something like that.
In fact, out of selfishness for his sect, Ji Xinian really hoped that Ji Chanxi would take the initiative to admit defeat.
But Ji Chanxi didn't seem to have this awareness. She answered whatever her brother asked, and the two chatted intermittently.
Sometimes ask how your homework is going.
I want to ask if it is windy on Fenhui Peak, and if my sister needs to put on more clothes?
Ask your sister why she prefers black, such a gloomy color is not very girly.
After asking this and that, Ji Xinian didn't know what to say at the end, so the two of them just sat there doing nothing.
Finally, seeing that Ji Chanxi didn't seem to admit defeat at all, Ji Xinian turned his head and glanced at Ji Yitian with an apologetic look.
Ji Yitian was disheartened, he sighed, tossed his sleeves, and walked into the small cave angrily.
Ji Xinian stood up and shook his head helplessly.
"I give up." He raised his hands.
Ji Chanxi looked at her brother and blinked innocently.
On the other side, Lin Xuanyan faced Zhou Yi of Tianyun Mountain. Tianyun Mountain's mental method also required speed, and his secret technique of walking on the dust was even more so.
This path coincides with Lin Xuanyan's, and the same path is also the easiest to determine the winner.
Zhou Yi's body kept changing in the air as he attacked, leaving only a series of afterimages, while Lin Xuanyan's sword swings were so fast that no shadow could be seen.
Each of Lin Xuanyan's swords landed on the weakest part of Zhou Yi's attack. If a master who had reached the realm of enlightenment watched this competition, he would be even more shocked, because if he slowed down, he would see that each attack was not made by Lin Xuanyan, but he put the sword in a certain position, and Zhou Yi bumped into it himself!
How could such a young boy be able to anticipate the enemy's moves to such an extent?
After this battle, Xiao Wang began to take this young man from the Sword Sect, who was originally recognized as the most useless, seriously for the first time. Although he defeated two sixth-level masters with just his fast sword, it didn't matter. The gap between the sixth and seventh levels was not as simple as just one level.
That is the gap between heaven and earth.
Only great talent and great suffering can overcome it.
Therefore, among the young geniuses in the sixth realm, he is the only one in the seventh realm.
The weight of this is self-evident.
The winner of the next competition was the young cultivator from Zongheng Sect, Li Mo.
Good at chess attack.
His foundation of the sixth realm cultivation is even more solid than Xiao Ze's.
After the battle, Lin Xuanyan did not say a word to Pei Yuhan. He returned to his room and fell asleep.
One sleep is a whole day.
Pei Yuhan looked at him sleeping, and became even more confused. Was he...was he deliberately avoiding her?
Suddenly, she sensed a strange smell outside the door. She turned back cautiously and saw a beautiful woman in black robe and white hair standing at the door. The moonlight fell on her body like flowing water.
"Nan..." Pei Yuhan recognized her and frowned. Just as she was about to ask a question, the woman shook her head, bowed calmly and left.
Pei Yuhan chased out the door, but the woman had already disappeared quietly.
For some reason Pei Yuhan felt a little uneasy. Why did the third master of Lost Day City appear here?
The three masters of Lost Day City have not left the Moon Sea for a hundred years.
Nan Lingyin's figure appeared on the white jade platform of Jietian Tower. If someone looked up at this moment, it would be a glimpse of the most beautiful thing in the world.
The white hair that reaches down to her ankles sways gently in the wind, looking pure and elegant.
She slowly walked to the top of the Jietian Tower, looked at the half-open door, and sighed unconsciously.
She could hear the faint moans coming from the room. If she took another step forward, she would see two snow-white bodies entangled together. The beautiful girl in green who had once been at a high level and played the zither and flute with her while sailing across the sea was now being wantonly raped by a fat man.
Those moans stirred up a slight ripple in her heart.
She didn't dare to listen any more, took a step forward, and disappeared in front of Jietian Tower.
The stunning figure in the room trembled slightly, and she turned her head calmly to look outside the door. She knew someone had just been there.
The man on her body was completely unaware and was already immersed in the sea of desire. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to whip the body beneath him until it was completely submerged in ecstasy, and then the two of them would reach the peak of ecstasy together!
The man grabbed the dark blue hair with one hand and the woman's right arm with the other, and his penis moved back and forth in the back garden. Because it was lubricated, the penis was not too strenuous to thrust in and out, and the tight intestinal wall tightly wrapped around the penis, and the wrinkles in between kept rubbing against each other, which was extremely comfortable.
The beautiful flesh on the woman's chest also trembled with her body, and her breasts were surging.
But the man didn't notice that the eyes of the stunning beauty under him were becoming clearer and clearer, and even her moans and groans were just deliberate pleasure, as if the woman being raped was not him, and he was just an irrelevant bystander, a passer-by who was just looking down on this rape with his soul rising high.
After thrusting in and out for dozens of times, the man suddenly let out a cry, and suddenly let go of Lu Jiajing's hair and arms. Lu Jiajing fell onto the bed, and the man grabbed Lu Jiajing's slender waist with both hands and thrusted in and out for more than a dozen times.
Finally, with a "puff", he pulled out his penis, and the semen spurted out all at once, splashing hotly on Lu Jiajing's buttocks, which were kneaded and covered with finger marks. The man looked at the sticky semen slowly flowing down from her buttocks, and his expression was almost crazy.
He grabbed Lu Jiajing's arm and pulled her to him, kneading her smooth breasts, his eyes full of desire: "Lu Jiajing, Palace Master Lu, I want you to be my slave girl for life. What if you goddesses have eternal youth? You still have to be played with by me for decades. You will always be so young and beautiful. I wonder if your vagina will always be so pink... Your asshole, your pussy, your mouth, your tits, your feet, everything on you will be mine... I will fuck you in the Imperial Palace, I will fuck you in Qingmu Palace, I will fuck you in front of thousands of people, I will tell everyone that you are my exclusive forbidden food."
He himself knew that these words were somewhat self-deceiving, because he could not obtain the red pill that was so close to this stunning beauty, but had to give it to a younger generation.
His anger and resentment all turned into desire, and the slightly softened dragon root under him suddenly became hard again.
Lu Jiajing looked at his lustful and crazy eyes, and leaned forward with her naked body, but her face remained expressionless.
In the small cave of the Sword Sect, Lin Xuanyan secretly squinted his eyes, looked around to make sure Pei Yuhan was not nearby, then sat up from the bed, put his shoes on the bed and walked out the door. He was only wearing a single layer of clothes, and the summer breeze blew over him, making him feel cool.
He looked at the waning moon hanging high above his head, and past events flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
He suddenly thought of his youth.
At that time, my parents were still alive, and I was just a child from an ordinary family, neither rich nor poor.
Until one day, an old immortal riding a flying sword appeared at their doorstep and said he wanted to take them in as his disciples. Although his parents were reluctant to let him go, they still cried with joy.
It was still a very small sect at that time, and the first thing I saw when I entered the sect was one of my senior sisters.
The fairy girl is very different from the secular girl. She has a flowing skirt, a cold face, a long sword on her waist, and a heroic look.
He fell in love with her at first sight and vowed to practice hard and marry her in the future.
What happened next...
He didn't remember many things afterwards.
Since he truly embarked on the path of swordsmanship, his mind has become increasingly dull. His contemporaries in the past have long since passed away, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
He had long forgotten the name of that senior sister, and he couldn't remember what happened to her in the end, and the strong feelings they once had had were washed away by time.
The past is always like this, once it is gone, it is gone forever, it can only be recalled but not copied.
Those who once accompanied me are nothing more than stories that have been forgotten since they left.
Tonight the moon is bright and the weather is mild.
He remembered more people and more things.
Suddenly I woke up from a big dream.
Finally, the young man in white stretched his arms lazily and recited a poem he had read while studying abroad. I thought it was great then, and I still think it is great now.
"The night of parting in the Red Mansion is sad, the incense lamp is half-rolled up and the tassel curtains are..."
The long sword was unsheathed, and the young man in white clenched the sword, the sound of the sword rang out, and the chanting was clear and melodious, with every detail being precise.
Thinking back to the two recent battles, the sound of reciting became even more hearty.
In the past, I went to the Northern Territory alone to slay demons, and I killed all of them in the Nine Realms with one sword. Even those graceful sword moves were not as refreshing as these two battles.
The young man thought and chanted.
"Now I recall the joy of Jiangnan, when I was young and dressed in thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving all over the building..."
"I was young and my clothes were thin," the young man repeated in a daze.
Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled, stopped drawing his sword, stopped reciting, and instead stared at the Xinning Tower under the moonlight, as if he were still that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
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