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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 291 Anti-Darkness

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    Chapter 291: Anti-Darkness

    Jiang Nanyun chuckled and shook his head: "Master, this Zuo Lengchan is really thoughtful!"

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned, glared at her angrily, and then walked away and disappeared.

    Jiang Nanyun stood in the dark night, looking at the direction in which his master disappeared. He shook his head slightly and thought to himself, although his master has great supernatural powers and martial arts, he always hides his clumsiness, seems to be indifferent to everything, and is not competitive.  But deep down he is very proud and does not allow others to get on top of him.

    On the second day, the sun rose, like a purple-red disk hanging in the east.

    The two of them stood at the peak of Jianxing.

    At the top of Jianxing Peak, there are strange mountains and rocks, and there is almost no flat land.

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    ??The cold wind is biting, Jiangnan Yun is wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, fluttering about to fly, Xiao Yuesheng is wearing a green shirt, standing with his hands behind his back.

    "Nanyun, today I will teach you Qingxu Sword Technique." Xiao Yuesheng's expression was solemn, his eyes were focused, and his voice came calmly in the cold wind.

    Jiang Nanyun was startled, his jade face glowed, and he shouted softly: "Qingxu Sword Technique?!"

    "Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and looked up. He saw vast mountains in the distance, with heaven and earth at his feet. He sighed and shook his head: "Your cultivation of Jade Xu Jue is too poor. I don't know if you can master it."

    "Master, don't worry!" Jiang Nanyun patted his towering and astonishing chest, his face was as radiant as snow, astonishingly beautiful, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of clear light.

    Jiang Nanyun has been famous for this set of Qingxu Sword Technique for a long time. He knows that its power is far superior to that of Yuxu Sword Technique. He has been coveting it for a long time, and now he finally got his wish.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned his head, looked at her steadily, shook his head and sighed, seeming to have lost interest.

    He waved his hands and said feebly: "Just give it a try!"

    Raising his right hand, the frost sword on Jiang Nanyun's waist suddenly unsheathed and fell into his hand with a "swish". He took the long sword and raised the tip of the sword.

    As soon as the swordsman took possession of it, his lazy expression suddenly changed, like a sword out of its sheath, radiating with radiant light and burning.

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    He stood on the tip of the stone, his heels slightly raised, just touching the ground with his toes, and he stood up as soon as he touched the ground. His sword technique was as light as a dance, as graceful as walking in the air.

    The bright eyes of the clouds in the south of the Yangtze River flickered, just like the noon sun reflected in the clear spring, clear and full, staring at Xiao Yuesheng intently.

    "The Qingxin Jue has reached a very high level, and it has a photographic memory. When you scan it with your bright eyes, it will be imprinted in your mind, and it will be deeply imprinted on it, making it extremely difficult to forget."

    "Xiao Yuesheng's swordsmanship is not fast, but it is not slow either. It looks ordinary, but there seems to be nothing subtle or extraordinary about it.

    Jiangnan Yun looked at it intently. Although he had no time to distract himself from his thoughts, he was still confused.

    She also couldn¡¯t see what was so sublime about this swordsmanship. It was ordinary and tight, not even as exquisite as her own Yuxu swordsmanship.

    After a few breaths passed, there were twelve moves in total. Xiao Yuesheng stopped his sword, took the sword and held it in a sword flower. With a flick of his wrist, it turned into a stream of light and appeared in the sheath on Jiangnan Yun's waist.

    "Just give it a try." Xiao Yuesheng regained his laziness and waved his hands, with a hint of impatience in his expression: "Use the Jade Xu Jue to stimulate it and have a look."

    Jiangnan Yunming's eyes rolled around and she rolled her eyes at him fiercely. With a "clang" sound, the Frost Sword was unsheathed.

    She has a photographic memory. When she touches the tip of the sword, her essence and spirit become one with the sword in an instant. They become one, indistinguishable, and indestructible.

    With the immortal's guidance, she began to practice the sword technique, following the impression in her mind, every detail.

    The wonderful effect of Qingxin Jue is once again shown. Her body and mind are one, her mind is everywhere, and her body is naturally in harmony, without any feeling of powerlessness.

    After the immortal pointed the way, she noticed something strange. Under the stimulation of Yuxu Jue, the sword power suddenly accelerated, everything in front of her became blurred, and she felt faintly dizzy.

    It¡¯s like riding on a fierce horse. Although you want to control it, it¡¯s difficult to control it.

    Since practicing Qigong, she has never experienced this kind of involuntary and uncontrollable feeling.

    Like a spiritual snake, Qingxin Jue suddenly swam towards her, lingered in her mind for a moment, then split into two strands and entered her eyes respectively.

    As soon as my eyes lit up, everything around me suddenly slowed down, as if leaves were slowly falling to the ground.

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    Everything around her slowed down, and she felt that the speed of her sword swing was consistent with her mind, but she noticed anotherDifferent place.

    Although every sword move is mediocre and doesn't seem to be subtle or skillful, it feels a bit strenuous when driven by the Jade Xu Jue. The sword is as heavy as a thousand swords. Every time the sword is thrust out, you need to be lucky.  Enough internal strength.

    After only five moves, she felt that her body was completely empty, as if the building had disappeared.

    Since she started practicing the Jade Void Art, her internal energy has been extremely powerful, as vast as a river, and almost endless. Unless she is fighting against her master, she has never been exhausted.

    Now, after only practicing five moves, all the powerful internal energy has been squandered. It seems that this set of swordsmanship does have something special about it.

    Her thoughts changed and she understood what the master had just said and why he had not taught it to her. It turned out to be because of insufficient internal strength.

    But she still wonders what is the secret of this sword technique and why it consumes so much internal energy but has so little power.

    With her stubborn temper, even if she was exhausted, she still practiced forcefully. Her internal energy was finally exhausted, her meridians were empty, her body became weak, and she staggered involuntarily.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the vast mountains at his feet, but he didn't seem to see them.

    Although Jiang Nanyun was exhausted and his body was weak, he still had sharp eyes and quick hands. The frost sword was inserted into the ground to stabilize his body.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and looked her up and down: "Next time, don't practice hard to avoid misunderstanding."

    Jiangnan Yunjiao panted: "Master, can it be so serious?"

    The towering chest rises and falls violently, bulging and swelling, as if the clothes are about to burst out, giving people a strong visual impact.

    "Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, a little absent-mindedly, shook his head, and stared at Jiang Nanyun.

    Jiangnan Yun's bright eyes moved, and she lowered her gaze slightly. When the master looked at her like this, she actually felt shy, and her cheeks slowly rose with red clouds, making her look so pretty.

    "You, you don't work hard enough!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, turned around, and disappeared into the air.

    Jiang Nanyun bit her lower lip tightly, feeling a slight pain in her heart. She stood in the cold wind in a daze, motionless for a long time, as if she had turned into a statue.

    She could feel that this time, the master was not joking, he was really disappointed.

    At noon, Zuo Lengchan bid farewell to everyone and went down the mountain. He was surrounded by Da Yin Yang Shou Lehou and more than ten disciples of the Songshan sect. They were all full of energy, sharp eyes, and the attitude of a master, which made people dare not  near.

    At the foot of Hengshan Mountain, there is a forest. Looking at it at night, it is dark and dense. Now it is noon, the leaves are sparse, and there is a desolate atmosphere.

    This place is where Yi Lin was ambushed that night.

    Far away through the woods, Zuo Lengchan, who was walking on the mountain road, suddenly focused his eyes and paused. A person appeared in his field of vision, standing next to the woods, blocking the mountain road.

    This man is dressed in a green shirt, and the mountain breeze blows, and his clothes are fluttering, honorably.

    Da Yin Yang Hand Lehou turned around: "The leader is Xiao Yihan!"

    His face was heavy. He had not personally experienced how strong Xiao Yihan's martial arts was, but his disciple Jiang Nanyun had measured it with his own hands and found that he was no match.

    Zuo Lengchan sneered, his face was as cold as ice, his eyes were stern, he nodded, and kept walking, as if he didn't see him.

    In the blink of an eye, he got closer and closer, and he saw Xiao Yihan's solemn face clearly. His eyes were as warm as jade, but they were extremely deep when he looked at them intently. It seemed that there was a charming world in his eyes, which made people fall involuntarily and couldn't help but  Extricate yourself.

    "Mr. Xiao, what are you doing?!" Zuo Lengchan clasped his fists and asked in a deep voice, his expression stern and unpretentious.

    With warm eyes, he stared at Zuo Lengchan for a long time, silently.

    The disciples of the Songshan Sect next to him slowly moved and spread out, protecting Zuo Lengchan among them, feeling Xiao Yuesheng's hostility.

    Zuo Lengchan waved his hand, signaling the disciples not to move, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng without fear: "If Mr. Xiao has anything to teach you, you might as well speak up!"

    Xiao Yuesheng suddenly smiled, showing a hint of self-mockery, and shook his head: "Last night, the trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain was really brilliant."

    Zuo Lengchan smiled sternly: "Thank you."

    He did not deny it, knowing that Xiao Yuesheng would definitely understand, otherwise, even if he was powerful in martial arts, he would have been eliminated by others.

    Xiao Yuesheng's eyes condensed, purple lightning burst out, and a purple aura flashed across his warm face.

    The air around them seemed to be solidified. The disciples of the Songshan Sect had difficulty breathing, their faces turned red, and they tried their best to mobilize their internal strength, but to no avail.

    In a moment, they all fainted and fell to the ground softly.

    Zuo Lengchan and Lehou slightly bent their legs, closed their eyes slightly, relaxed their whole bodies, and stood up, using their internal forces to resist this attack.An inexplicable power.

    Zuo Lengchan felt as if his whole body was tied up by an invisible rope, making it difficult to move. Even breathing was extremely difficult.

    He has strong internal energy and long Qi pulse, and he has developed a set of mysterious mental techniques to lower his breathing, which is similar to the Turtle Breathing Technique. It is used by him to hide his breath. It is quite effective when used at this time.

    He felt cold in his heart and had a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't expect Xiao Yihan to be so scary. If he had known this, he shouldn't have provoked him.

    "It's just that the matter has come to this, the mistake has been made, there is no turning back, the only thing left is to fight to the death and find a way out."

    He slapped Lehou with one palm, his figure was slow and his movements were sluggish, like an eighty-year-old man.

    Lehou's body flew up, the cold wind blew in front of his eyes, and he heard the leader's voice clearly in his ears: "You take a step first!"

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, and a sneer on his face. He didn't make a move. He still stared at Zuo Lengchan closely, with purple lightning in his eyes and a frightening expression.

    Zuo Lengchan felt pain in his heart. Unexpectedly, this move actually broke Xiao Yuesheng's aura. Everything about him was like a child facing an adult. Even though he tried all kinds of tricks, he dismissed them.

    Le Hou¡¯s figure landed on the ground, but he did not leave. He was deeply moved. He always felt that the leader¡¯s behavior was not fair enough and he was not the same person as him.

    But at such a critical moment as a friend in need is a friend indeed, he stayed behind. This kind of friendship is really difficult to repay.

    "Master, I'll hold him back, you go first!" Lehou flew over and, while in the air, struck Xiao Yuesheng's vest with both palms.

    Without even looking, Xiao Yuesheng waved his sleeve back with his left hand.

    Lehou's forward body paused, then flew back violently. He was in the air, dancing and screaming strangely, as if he had been slapped by Princess Iron Fan's banana fan.

    More than twenty feet away, Lehou's short and fat body fell down. With a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground and remained motionless.

    ¡°You killed him¡ª¡ª?!¡± Zuo Lengchan stared at Xiao Yuesheng with cold eyes.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "I just fainted."

    Zuo Lengchan still didn¡¯t believe it, but he couldn¡¯t move and had difficulty breathing. He used all his strength to say these few words.

    Xiao Yuesheng walked slowly, came to him, and looked him up and down.

    Zuo Lengchan was stared at by his gentle eyes, his whole body was filled with coldness, and he struggled hard, but in vain, as if there was an invisible big net that trapped him, unable to move.

    "Today, I won't kill you." Xiao Yuesheng said slowly and lightly, "If I had the intention to kill you, I would have taken your life long ago!"

    Zuo Lengchan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was a pity that his life was lost before his great cause was accomplished. If he could survive, the green mountains would be there, and he would have the opportunity to achieve his great cause.

    Xiao Yuesheng walked around and stood in front of the statue-like Zuo Lengchan, frowning slightly: "What I hate most in my life is being played by others."

    Zuo Lengchan remained silent, fearing that speaking would anger him and change his mind.

    "It's wonderful to sway the tiger away from the mountain!  Death penalty can be avoided, but living penalty cannot be forgiven!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted lightly, and with a sudden palm, he stamped on Zuo Lengchan's chest.

    Zuo Lengchan only felt a hot inner breath pouring in, traveling around the body for a week, lingering in the chest, his body relaxed, and the invisible net disappeared.

    He moved his hands and feet, raised his head and stared at Xiao Yuesheng: "What do you want?!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, turned around and walked away. He slowly rose up, walking farther and farther, higher and higher, as if he was walking on an invisible high ladder.

    He slowly walked up to the treetops like a white cloud, stepped on the treetops, and disappeared into the vast mountains in the blink of an eye.

    Zuo Lengchan frowned while lying down, thinking for a while, his face changed, and he looked inside at his luck.

    The cold energy of the ice was moving in a torrent, but as soon as it reached the chest, his body suddenly trembled. Severe pain surged from all directions, and there was pain everywhere in his body.

    This severe pain hurt to the bone marrow, even the head was not immune, as if going crazy, his vision went dark and he fainted.

    When he woke up leisurely, he found a row of people standing around him, but they were disciples of the Songshan Sect. They were huddled together and looking at him with concern.

    Zuo Lengchan took a look and found that he was in a room, lying on a couch. The quilt was thick and soft and very comfortable.

    "Junior Brother Le, where are you?" Zuo Lengchan asked sternly.

    Lehou squeezed out a smile: "Master, we are at the Yuelai Inn."

    Zuo Lengchan nodded, sat up and waved his hand: "Everyone goes about his or her own business!"

    He looked lively and vigorous, not as if he had been injured internally. Seeing him like this, more than ten disciples bowed and left, but Lehou stayed.

    ¡°?Door, what's going on?  !  "Lehou came closer and asked in a low voice, his face heavy. He had experienced Xiao Yihan's power, and he still has lingering fears.

    In front of Xiao Yihan, he was like a child, with no power to resist. He hated this feeling.

    He wished he could improve his skills immediately and defeat Xiao Yihan, and let out such a bad breath, but then he thought about it, but he was at a loss, and a deep feeling of powerlessness seized him. Xiao Yihan's martial arts was really unbelievable and unbelievable.  , how can such martial arts be achieved by human beings?  !

    "It's nothing." Zuo Lengchan waved his hand with a cold expression.

    Lehou hesitated for a moment, shut up, and passed out. He must have fought with Xiao Yihan. With Xiao Yihan's martial arts, the master would definitely not be happy with him.

    He said goodbye knowingly, opened the door and went out.

    Zuo Lengchan opened the window, the dusk was shrouding the outside, the sun had set, the scent of burning wood wafted in the air, and the noise on the street could be heard faintly.

    He could see clearly that this was an elegant courtyard, quite far across the street, peaceful and quiet.

    Closing the window, he sat cross-legged on the couch. His skills slowly circulated, and only a trace of internal energy circulated in his meridians. When he passed through Tanzhong, he felt nervous.

    There is still a stream of hot air lingering in the mutton, which seems to form a drop of air, slowly rotating, condensing but not dissipating.

    When this trace of internal force passed by, the hot air rotated on its own, ignoring it and letting it pass. Zuo Lengchan suddenly felt happy.

    He slowly increased the flow of internal energy and observed carefully, but there was still no reaction. The heat in the tanzhong seemed to be turning around without paying attention to anyone, ignoring the internal force passing by.

    When he was doubtful, he felt lucky. If the Qi in the tan caused trouble like last time, he would not be able to use his internal power at all. If that were the case, it would be extremely terrifying.

    After a while, he didn't give up. Although he ignored people, he couldn't allow others to sleep soundly next to the couch. The hot air lingering here was always troublesome. It might cause serious harm in the future, so it had to be removed.

    Thinking of this, he released a trace of his inner energy and went into his belly, like a thin silk thread, slowly winding around the bead of heat, trying to find out whether it was true or not.

    As soon as the thread of internal energy touched the air droplets, severe pain rushed over him, like a torrential flood, sweeping in with no resistance, his vision went dark, and he fainted again.

    When I woke up, I opened my eyes and the room was filled with darkness.

    He turned around and looked around. He was lying on the couch in the empty room, with a thick and soft mattress underneath him, but his heart felt cold.

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    But he didn¡¯t dare to take any more risks. He was far away and didn¡¯t dare to let his inner energy collide with the energy beads, otherwise he would definitely faint again.

    "This is within the territory of the Hengshan Sect, on someone else's territory. If you faint, you may be killed."

    Last night¡¯s assassination failed to kill Yue Buqun, but it angered Xiao Yihan. It was really not worth the gain. He shook his head and sighed secretly in his heart.

    Everything around him became gray, and this drop of energy in his body became a thorn in his side. If he couldn't get rid of it, he would feel uneasy.

    "Junior Brother Le!" He shouted in a deep voice, his voice cold and hard.

    Lehou pushed the door open and came in. Zuo Lengchan said, "Let's set off overnight!"

    "Yes!" Although Lehou was confused, he did not hesitate. He bowed out and asked all the disciples to pack up and set off immediately.

    In the early morning of this day, Xiao Yuesheng took a nap. After getting up, the sun was already in the sky. There was a whirring sound outside the house. When he closed his eyes, he knew that it was Jiang Nanyun who was practicing sword practice.

    This room is very simple, it is a Zen room for guests, with only a couch and a table. He breathed a few breaths on the couch, then opened the door and came out.

    There are four small pine trees planted in the center of the yard, arranged in four directions, forming a square. They stand proudly in the cold wind, still exuding vitality.

    Among the four small trees, the pink figure of Jiangnan Cloud flashed, shuttling between the small trees like a butterfly, the frost sword waved, the sword light flickered, covering his figure.

    The tip of the sword often brushed against pine needles, missing them by a hair's breadth, but never touched them. The sharp sword energy seemed to be nothing, not a pine tree, not a single leaf falling.

    "Master, are you up?!" Jiang Nanyun flashed and appeared in front of Xiao Yuesheng, holding the frost sword upside down behind his arm, smiling.

    Her jade face is as white as snow and her cheeks are crimson, as if a piece of white jade has been smeared with a layer of rouge. She exhales white air from her seductive mouth. The two streams of white air are lingering, but they seem to have endless energy, almost reaching the ground.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked her over and said with a smile: "It's rare to be so diligent!"

    Jiangnan Yunming dug out his eyes and said angrily: "Master, why are you making fun of people like this?!"

      Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and said, "Are you going to see Mr. Lin, the head escort?"

    "Young escort's head injury healed very quickly. With Master's elixir, how can anything happen?!" Jiang Nanyun glanced at her hair and said with a sweet smile.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and looked solemn: "How is your swordsmanship?"

    "I can now use six moves." Jiang Nanyun's voice suddenly dropped, and his bright eyes turned away, not daring to look at him.

    Although Xiao Yuesheng chatted with her on weekdays, he was extremely strict about martial arts training. If he made a slight mistake, he would not scold him, but he would become sullen, which was enough to make people unbearable.

    "Well, six moves" Xiao Yuesheng nodded, said nothing, and turned back to the house.

    Soon, as soon as he sat down, Jiang Nanyun walked in with a wooden basin in hand and a towel on his shoulder, waiting for him to wash up.

    "Master, when are we leaving?" While Xiao Yuesheng was washing his face, Jiang Nanyun went to the bed and folded the quilt, and asked casually.

    "I'm leaving today." Xiao Yuesheng wiped his face with a towel, his movements neat.

    "Leaving today?" Jiang Nanyun turned around in surprise.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded and put the towel aside: "It's useless to stay here any longer. I don't know if anything will happen over there at the villa."

    "Master, does he miss his wife?!" Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, smiling sweetly.

    Xiao Yuesheng frowned and snorted: "Children, what nonsense are you talking about!"

    After saying that, he turned around and left the house, heading straight to the west.

    The courtyard where Yue Buqun lived was far away from Xiao Yuesheng. Otherwise, Zuo Lengchan would not have succeeded that night.

    When he came to the courtyard, he saw Lin Pingzhi walking slowly in the courtyard. When he saw Xiao Yuesheng coming in, he hurriedly held his hands in greeting.

    "Young escort, don't be too polite, you are injured." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

    Yue Buqun came out of the house, his body filled with purple energy. He seemed to be practicing the Zixia magic skill. When he saw Xiao Yuesheng coming, he hurriedly finished the skill and came out.

    "Mr. Xiao, please come quickly." Yue Buqun was very enthusiastic, smiling, and his expression was a bit intimate.

    Xiao Yuesheng has a deep connection with the Huashan Sect. Among the Five Mountain Sword Sects, in addition to Yilin¡¯s Hengshan Sect, there are the Huashan Sect, Lin Pingzhi, and Linghu Chong.

    "Is the injury to the young escort's head okay?" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and asked Lin Pingzhi.

    Lin Pingzhi's handsome face has returned to rosy. He shook his head and said with a smile that it doesn't matter. Thanks to Mr. Xiao's elixir, otherwise, his life would be in danger.

    Yue Buqun also smiled and said, Huashan sect owes Mr. Xiao several lives, and I really don¡¯t know how to repay him. If he is sent for help, he must not be polite.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and agreed, and then said that he came to say goodbye and was going down the mountain today.

    Yue Buqun and Lin Ping were both surprised, thinking that he and the Hengshan Sect were now extremely close, how could he leave so quickly.

    "With only my wife at home, I feel a little worried." Xiao Yuesheng said with a bitter smile.

    Yue Buqun was suddenly enlightened, stroking his beard and smiling. He compared his feelings with his own and knew how Xiao Yuesheng felt. He was the same way. Ning Zhong stayed with Linghu Chong and the others in Huashan, and he always felt anxious in his heart.

    "Since Mr. Xiao is leaving, let's go together!" Yue Buqun smiled and looked at Lin Pingzhi with an inquiring intention.

    "Yes." Lin Pingzhi nodded, understanding his master's worries.

    "The young escort's injury is still serious. Let's recover from the injury before leaving." Xiao Yuesheng advised, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Let Nan Yun stay and accompany you back."

    Yue Buqun and Lin Ping were stunned and looked at him in confusion.

    "Although Nanyun's swordsmanship is poor, it should be enough to deal with Zuo Lengchan." Xiao Yuesheng said warmly, stroking the mustache on his lips: "She usually practices alone, and is not very interested. Since she has no companions,  I want her to stay in Huashan for a while, learn more from the young escort chief and the others, and also urge her to be more diligent."

    Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi immediately understood that he was afraid that Zuo Lengchan would cause trouble again, so he asked Jiang Nanyun to come to protect him.

    "Thisthis" Yue Buqun smiled bitterly, speechless.

    He was grateful, but also a little ashamed that he actually needed someone else's protection. He, the leader of Huashan, was really a loser.

    "Zuo Lengchan was slightly injured and has nothing to do for the time being." Xiao Yuesheng smiled, and after saying that, he cupped his fists and walked away.

    His words were obviously meant to relieve the knot in Yue Buqun's heart.

    Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi stood for a moment, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.

    "Slow down!" Yue Buqun shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xiao is treating us like sending Buddha to the West!"

    Lin Pingzhi nodded, slowed down and remained silent.

    &nbsp"What?!" Jiang Nanyun was shocked, almost jumped up, and said softly: "Master, I want to go to Huashan?!"

    "Okay, no need to say more, it's settled!" Xiao Yuesheng looked impatient, waved his hand, and picked up his luggage.

    Jiang Nanyun grabbed the baggage, with a pitiful expression on her beautiful face: "Then Master, how long do I have to stay?"

    "When will I master Qingxu Sword Technique, when will I come back!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted, the bag trembled slightly, shook Jiang Nanyun's jade hand away, and turned around to leave the room.

    "Master!" Jiang Nanyun called urgently, Piao Piao came up behind him, his bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and they might turn into tears at any time.

    "It's not about life and death, don't be embarrassed!" Xiao Yuesheng turned around, waved his hands, and said with a wry smile: "Nanyun, wouldn't it be wonderful to be free without me taking care of you?!"

    ¡°Master¡ª¡ªFather¡ª¡ª!¡± Jiang Nanyun was angry and stamped her feet fiercely.

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed loudly, his figure flickered, gradually faded, slowly melted into the air, and disappeared.

    Jiang Nanyun stood there and thought for a while, his face showing loneliness, his heart was empty, and he didn't know what to do.

    After a while, she woke up and went to Yue Buqun and Lin Pingzhi's courtyard. She asked someone to inform Yilin that she wanted to change the courtyard and live next door to them.

    "Gang Leader Jiang, where is Mr. Xiao?" Seeing her coming, Yue Buqun smiled bitterly.

    "Master has left," Jiangnan Yun said with a sweet smile, brushing her hair and saying charmingly: "before he left, he asked me to practice swordsmanship on Huashan Mountain, saying that it was the quietest place and there were no chores.  Heart."

    "Well, in that case, let's do it according to Mr. Xiao's wishes." Yue Buqun nodded slowly and stopped making any pretentious excuses.

    When Xiao Yuesheng arrived at the foot of Hengshan Mountain, thinking about Yilin's tears before leaving, she felt a little pain in her heart and felt deeply reluctant to leave.

    He left so early because he was worried about Liu Jing and because he didn't want to stay too long and felt hard to leave. It was too painful to leave.

    At this time, he was eager for the magical power of teleportation.

    But he is still one level behind in his cultivation. As long as he breaks through this level, he will be able to reproduce the magical power of teleportation and travel several miles in a blink of an eye.

    By that time, I can freely travel between Guanyun Villa and Hengshan Mountain. It must be wonderful to visit Yilin once a day.

    There was no Jiang Nanyun and no Xiaohe. He was alone and on the road alone, but he didn't feel anything at all.

    "It was just after noon that I came to a restaurant to eat, and I felt a little unaccustomed to eating alone. It seemed that the food was hard to swallow.

    After just a few mouthfuls, he left, stretched out his body, and hurried back without a horse.

    Without the encumbrance of others, he can use Qinggong to his heart's content, shrinking down to an inch and performing it. His body disappears and appears, with a distance of nearly a mile, which is enough to shock people.

    In the evening, he had already traveled very far, but he didn't know where he was. He only knew that he was walking in one direction, along the official road.

    The sun sets in the west, almost pressing down on the Western Mountain. It is red and exudes warm rays of rays.

    This is a wide official road, surrounded by green wheat fields, like pieces of brocade, which looks very beautiful.

    He stopped suddenly and turned around to look.

    On the avenue, the sound of hooves was rolling, and a horse was galloping towards him. The wind was fast and lightning, and a man was lying on the horse. There was no movement, and he seemed to have fainted.

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at it, frowned, shook his head and sighed.

    The horse was millet-colored and shiny all over, as if it were covered in silk. It was galloping with its hooves turned, foaming at the corners of its mouth, but still with its eyes wide open. It rushed forward without stopping, panting desperately, but it was at the end of its strength.  To die of exhaustion.
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