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- Chapter 72 Appearance
The heavy rain came suddenly at noon. The sun was shining brightly just now, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
This made Liu Feiyun, who had just come down the mountain and was very ambitious, very unhappy. He felt that everything was going wrong and everything was not going well.
Liu Feiyun is the most outstanding disciple of the Chongliu sect. He is young and frail, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose that looks like hanging gallbladders, a Confucian robe and a long sword. Standing among the crowd, he looks like a jade tree in the wind. He is indescribably elegant and suave, and is truly a boudoir. The prince charming of middle-aged girls.
This time he went down the mountain, which was the first time he was ordered to go down the mountain. Since he was seven years old, until now, he has been practicing martial arts in the Chongliu Sect and fighting hard for the Chongliu Sect to become a blockbuster.
The founder of the Chongliu Sect was a scholar during the Northern Song Dynasty, so his disciples all wore Confucian shirts to commemorate him.
This patriarch was also a hard-luck man. He went to Beijing to take the exam. When he returned to his hometown, he learned that the village had been robbed by thieves and his wife and son were killed.
Faced with this incident, his character changed drastically, and he made up his mind to abandon literature and practice martial arts, kill his enemies with his own hands, and kill all thieves in the world.
It¡¯s just that he has passed the age of practicing martial arts, no one is willing to accept him as a disciple, and there is no way to enter.
The power of hatred is endless. Instead of changing his ways, he became even more interested in practicing martial arts. He became famous in the martial arts world by becoming apprentice to his disciples everywhere.
His perseverance finally moved a reclusive stranger, who taught him a martial arts secret book called Chongliu Sword Technique. After practicing it to the state of transformation, he could break willows into swords and decide life and death.
"It's just that although the secrets are good, he doesn't know any martial arts. It took him more than ten years to practice from scratch to a small degree, but unfortunately he still hasn't mastered the secrets of Zhongliu swordsmanship.
But it was more than enough to deal with a group of thieves. After killing his enemies, he hid in the mountains and studied swordsmanship. He was immersed in it and could not extricate himself. In his later years, he founded the Chongliu Sect.
His original intention was revenge, and he did not want to become famous. Therefore, the Chongliu Sect has always kept a low profile, recruiting few disciples, selecting disciples very strictly, and paying attention to character.
But a few generations below, there are inevitably people who are ambitious and unwilling to give in. This is the case with Song Muhan, the leader of this generation.
Song Muhan knew that he was not qualified enough to practice Chongliu Sword Technique and could not reach the realm of transformation, so he painstakingly trained his direct disciples to abandon worldly affairs, get rid of distracting thoughts, and devote themselves to practicing sword technique.
Liu Feiyun's aptitude was excellent and he lived up to his expectations. He finally reached the point where he was better than his master and far better than his master. Song Muhan was greatly relieved and just let him come out of the mountain to make a name for himself and establish the prestige of Chongliu Sect.
It happened to be Mr. Fang¡¯s fiftieth birthday in Jinning City, so Song Muhan ordered him to go to celebrate his birthday on his behalf. However, Liu Feiyun had not followed the secular customs since he was a child, so he asked his senior sister to come with him.
His senior sister Song Yuezhu is the apple of Song Muhan's eye. She has slender black eyebrows, phoenix eyes and cherry lips, beautiful appearance, and extraordinary intelligence. She has taken care of Liu Feiyun since she was a child. The two of them are childhood sweethearts.
At this time, the two of them were sitting upright in front of the fire, listening to the people around them talking quietly.
This is an abandoned temple that no one has taken care of. However, it happens to be not far from the roadside. People who were on their way encountered a heavy downpour. They were quite panic-stricken and rushed to this ruined temple.
People tidied up a bit, chopped up the rotten altar table, used it as firewood, and lit a fire to drive away the moisture in the temple and warm themselves up. Most people's clothes were wet, like drowned rats, and they were worried about the weather. The sound of curses is endless.
This group of traffickers, lackeys, and martial arts tycoons were all very chaotic. Liu Feiyun and Song Yuezhu stood among them, like golden girls, dazzling, and they were asked to warm themselves by the fire.
The downpour outside is still falling, as if the sky has been pierced, dark clouds are shrouded, and the sky is like evening.
Under the faint firelight, Song Yuezhu's beautiful face was calm. The crimson robe on her body had been dried, and her delicate body was warm.
Although she is the same age as Liu Feiyun, she looks much more mature at first glance, as if she is an older sister with a handsome younger brother.
Song Yuezhu also has excellent qualifications, but Chongliu Swordsmanship is not suitable for women to practice. She is not very motivated to practice. She helps her father take care of the Chongliu Sect. She handles daily mundane affairs in an orderly manner and without any chaos. She is really a rare wise man. House help.
Song Muhan was even more delighted. His daughter and his disciple were a perfect match, and they complemented each other in both literature and martial arts. With their hands in their hands, the Chongliu Sect would surely flourish!
"Senior sister" Liu Feiyun suddenly pulled Song Yuezhu's sleeve lightly.
"Huh?" Song Yuezhu, who was sitting with his arms folded, moved slightly and moved his bright eyes from the fire to him, with a questioning look in his bright eyes.
"Someone is here again." Liu Feiyun nodded towards the temple door, his eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around coldly, his eyes were unkind, and he was very dissatisfied with them secretly looking at the senior sister.
Song Yuezhu's skill was far inferior to his. The dense raindrops hit the roof and branches, and coupled with the discussions of people around him, there was no movement outside at all.
The people around them were talking about something, and their senior sisters and brothers listened with interest. They were telling some stories about Mr. Fang, the birthday boy of Jinning City.
"This old man Fang has the Fang family's sword skills, which combines hardness and softness. He travels across Sichuan and Shu. He is very powerful. However, the Fang family has a family rule that sword skills are passed down from son to son, not from daughter to daughter.
Mr. Fang is very blessed with children and grandchildren. Not only does he have two sons, Keshao Qiqiu, but he also has the apple of his eye, Fang Bilin.
"The two sons are both excellent in martial arts and good in character, and they are quite capable of surpassing others, so he does not need to worry about them. Only this daughter is really his heart and soul.
Because she was a middle-aged daughter, she regarded Fang Bilin as a treasure, but she could not violate the family rules, so she sent Fang Bilin to Emei, where she became a disciple of the Master Miejie and became a lay disciple of the Emei sect.
The Emei Sect is the largest sect in Sichuan and Sichuan. Although it usually keeps a low profile and practices martial arts in the mountains when nothing happens, its power is enough to scare the martial arts youth.
Mr. Fang is a generous and righteous man. With the Emei sect as his pillar, he acts more upright and wins a great reputation.
At this time, on the occasion of Mr. Fang's fiftieth birthday, there was an endless stream of people from the martial arts community who came to congratulate him, and the small Jinning City suddenly became a bit crowded.
At this time, people around him were talking about Mr. Fang¡¯s fiftieth birthday and some of his heroic deeds, and they were full of praise for him.
Liu Feiyun was very excited after hearing this. He did not expect that the person he was about to meet would be such a highly respected senior.
His skill was quite high. Even though there was a buzzing sound around him and it was raining heavily outside, he could still hear the sound of horse hooves in the rain. It was duller than usual, but not chaotic at all.
Liu Feiyun couldn't help but be curious. When encountering such heavy rain, most people on horseback were anxious to avoid the rain, but they still rode leisurely, which was too abnormal.
He used his energy to listen and concluded in his mind that it was indeed five horses trotting lightly in the rain, neither fast nor slow.
It was so abnormal and very interesting that he couldn't help but tell his senior sister, whispering in her ear, causing the surrounding people to look at her with burning eyes.
Song Yuezhu was sitting in front of the fire with her knees bent. She was as quiet, beautiful and dignified as a holy goddess. She was suddenly so close to a man. As a man, how could she not be extremely jealous!
Song Yuezhu nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. He was also curious in his heart. He looked at the temple door with his cut eyes, wanting to see what was coming in.
Seeing the look in her eyes, the people around her couldn't help but look over, their voices gradually became fainter, and the temple became much quieter.
The sound of horse hooves trampling in the mud sounded, from small to loud, from far to near, outside the temple gate.
"Junior sisters, please come here to take shelter" A clear and gentle voice reached everyone's ears, clear and full.
This sound is neither fast nor slow, melodious, and very similar to the rhythm of the horse's hooves. Once you hear it, you can tell that this person has a good temper and does not lose his temper often.
"I obey my senior brother's order, haha" A laughter as clear as a silver bell suddenly sounded. Everyone in the temple could no longer hear the sound of rain in their ears. They only felt an ethereal joy in their hearts, as if they were moved by the laughter. Infect.
"Qingquan!" A cold female voice sounded immediately, like a cold spring, but also extremely pleasant to the ear.
"Hee hee, I know!" Listening to the cheerful laughter reaching their ears again, a picture seemed to appear in front of their eyes. A beautiful woman was sticking out her tongue and making faces secretly.
"Brother, what should I do with the horse?" Another woman's voice came in, and it was charming to the core. When I heard it, my heart was tingling and I couldn't control myself.
"Well, let's build a stable!" A clear and lazy voice sounded.
"Yes!" Several women's voices sounded at the same time.
There was silence in the temple. Everyone was silent, listening attentively, and secretly guessing how many people were coming outside.
"Bang bang" sounds came one after another, and the ground shook like an earthquake. Everyone in the temple was startled and stood up one after another.
With a "squeak" sound, a thin middle-aged man stepped forward. He couldn't help but opened the temple door out of curiosity.
A gust of wind suddenly rushed in, the fire flickered and swayed, and dense raindrops rushed in, hitting the man's head and face.
He hurriedly jumped back, with light movements, and jumped out of the rain. He wiped the water droplets from his face and looked outside the temple, but found no one.
Another gust of wind came in, almost blowing out the fire. Most people's clothes were not yet dry. They felt cold and uncomfortable when the wind blew them, and they couldn't help but shout to close the door.
? ?Seeing that public anger was hard to come by, the people couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed the door in the rain, and crowded around the fire to toast their clothes that were soaked again.
"Li Erxia, who is outside?" someone asked, thinking that he saw what was happening outside.
"I don't know, I didn't see anyone." Li Erxia, who was thin and slim, shook his head. He had a oval face and a pointed chin, which gave him a somewhat feminine appearance.
"Is there no one outside?" someone exclaimed, looking at the dim sky. Fortunately, it was not night.
¡°I wasn¡¯t at the door, I didn¡¯t have time to look!¡± Li Erxia shook his head and laughed, causing the man to blush and become hot.
Everyone gave up the idea of ??going out to have a look, and waited attentively, wanting to see what kind of character it was, and there must be some beauty in it.
After finishing the cup of tea, the door creaked open again.
???????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone looked at him and were greatly disappointed, but it was a man wearing a green shirt, with an ordinary appearance, not eye-catching.
The man in green shirt stood at the door with his hands behind his hands. He turned his head and glanced at everyone. His eyes were gentle and gentle, making it difficult for people to feel disgusted.
Song Yuezhu's heart moved. She was as careful as her hair. She had noticed that the man's green shirt had no water stains at all, as if he had not been touched by the rain. Even if he was wearing the best raincoat, he could not protect himself from such a heavy rain. Not a drop of it.
"Excuse me!" The man in green shirt cupped his fists towards everyone with a graceful movement. It was Xiao Yuesheng who was returning from the west.
"Hehe, the rain is really heavy!" A sweet and crisp voice came from behind him, and then a girl wearing a moon-white shirt emerged.
Everyone felt their eyes light up, as if the sun broke through the clouds and shone into the temple.
The girl in front of you seems to be shrouded in a soft light, making it impossible to look directly at her. At a startling glance, her bright eyes are like springs, which is intoxicating.
Liu Feiyun felt that his head was blank, with no thoughts and thoughts. He could only stare blankly at this girl who was as beautiful as a fairy, and only her clear voice could be heard in his ears.
"This rain is really heavy." Everyone's eyes brightened again, and three beautiful women in moon-white robes walked into the temple.
For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded. They felt that their eyes were bright, and the entire deserted temple was soft and bright, like a fairyland.
Xiao Yuesheng and his group were no longer surprised by everyone's stunned look. They had seen too much along the way and became numb.
"Sisters, please come and sit here." Song Yuezhu suddenly stood up, with a smile on her beautiful face, and extended her hand to invite you.
She has noticed that none of these people have water stains on their bodies, not to mention their unprecedented beauty, which can be described as overwhelming. Not only did she not feel jealous in her heart, but she felt close to them.
"Brother, shall we sit over there?" Lin Xiaoqing walked in, turned around, closed the temple door, and pulled Xiao Yuesheng's sleeve.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and walked to the fire. People beside the fire involuntarily gave up their positions so that they could sit down.
When they walked, their lotus steps moved lightly, gracefully and gracefully, and the temple was silent and silent, except for the sound of wind and rain outside the temple.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled at Song Yuezhu, nodded, sat opposite her, and stretched out his hand to warm himself up.
Yang Yuqi looked calm and didn't even look at anyone else. She held a moon-white package in her hand. She gently took out two lavender embroidered carpets from the bag and laid one on each side of him.
Li Ruoyun's four girls sat on the carpet on both sides of him respectively, standing side by side, sitting upright and diagonally, elegant and dignified.
The temple was still silent, only the sound of wind and rain made the temple quieter.
Their eyes were all focused on the four women, forced by their radiance. Although it was difficult to look directly at them, they peeked from time to time, their minds never leaving.
Xiao Yuesheng sat in the middle of them, his eyes were warm, and he looked over the fire and lightly enveloped Song Yuezhu. He was very interested. This was another unusual woman.
Liu Feiyun saw the gaze directed at the senior sister from the opposite side, and his vision suddenly returned to clarity. He couldn't help but become furious and stared back fiercely. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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