Cherry Blossoms Upon a Wintry Sword

Gu Feiyu arrived late.

When he arrived at the sword platform with his heavy front, he just saw the peach blossoms flying out of Lin Rufei's hands, and broke the green mang sword smashed by Wang Ye.

Gu Feiyu panted and flew to Lin Yan's side, and said, "Finally, I found it ... Kunlun Mountain is too big. Son Lin, do you need me to send the heavy front to the sword?"

Lin Zhizhi said, "No need."

Gu Feiyu frowned and said, "But the fourth son of Lin is **** empty-handed ..." He said only half of the words and got stuck in his throat, because Lin Rufei on the stage suddenly raised his hand, but actually took one out of thin air. The slender peach branch, which has no flowers or leaves, looks slender and fragile, but is held by Lin Rufei's pair of pale hands.

Gu Feiyu's back on the back suddenly started buzzing. At first Gu Feiyu thought that the front was excited, but when Lin Rufei calmly waved down the peach branch of the tree, he realized that the front was actually I'm afraid.

Lin Rufei had never learned swords since he was young, and therefore did not know any sword skills.

He raised his hand and waved his sword, as ordinary as a child.

But Wang Ye, who was standing opposite him, showed a terrified expression.

Wang Ye did not see what Lin Rufei's moves were, and he felt a majestic sword, which seemed to be from heaven and earth, gathered and boiled on Lin Rufei's peach branch, swirled around, and finally spewed out— -As the torrential river, with unstoppable momentum, rushed to Wang Xi on the sword platform.

No moves, no skills, just swordsmanship.

Wang Ye should not be afraid.

However, when Jianyi really shrouded him, Wang Yan found that he couldn't stand upright in this sword. This mighty sword was like a high-end god, looking down at him indifferently, bending his body inch by inch. At first he could barely bow his waist, and then he was forced to kneel on one knee, but the special sword stand at his feet began With the fragmentation, it will soon be unsupportable.

Wang Xie vomited out of his mouth, he looked up resentfully, looked at Lin Rufei, swallowed the blood again from his mouth, and yelled, "Greenthorn--"

The green thorns buzzed.

"Fly out of the sword." Wang Yan said hardly, "Just leave these swords ..."

He said only half of it, but it was unbelievable, staring at the green thorns he was holding.

I have encountered countless powerful enemies and cut off numerous green spines in my head. At this time, he shivered in his arms, like a frightened child.

The green thorn is Wang Ji's birth sword. He can clearly feel that the green thorn is in fear, the opposite of Lin Rufei, who is in a wheelchair and looks fragile, in a wheelchair.

At this moment, Wang Min remembered a word that Master once said to him.

The master who picked him home and took him like a parent-child said that as long as you use green thorns for a day, you will never win over Lin Rufei.

The green thorn is made by a famous craftsman. It is already a good sword in the world. Wang Xun thought that the master was only saying that his sword skills were not good, but now he understood it a little.

Why as long as he uses green thorns for a day, he can never beat Lin Rufei.

There is no sword in Lin Rufei's hands.

He is the most profitable one.

It is a pity that this sword has not yet been sharpened, and his reckless himself has become his first sharpening stone.

Wang Yan laughed.

His body was crushed into the bluestone of the sword platform by Jian Yi, and the bones of his body were crushed by Jian Yi, making a creaking noise, blood spilled from his mouth, and the red spines. White blade.

Even so, Wang Zheng did not admit defeat. His dictionary did not lose the word originally.

Unlike the Yaoguang continent, where Cangjie is fully aware of etiquette, where he lives, admitting defeat means death. Since it is all dead, it is better to retain the final dignity of the loser.

Perhaps because the injury was too severe, Wang Xun's consciousness gradually blurred, and even some past pictures flashed in front of his eyes. He saw that he was scarred at an early age, and was robbing food with a wild dog, but because his body was too thin, he was thrown to the ground by the wild dog, and he was about to be bitten by his throat, but he had a pair of fair hands and pinched The back neck of a wild dog.

"Poor boy." A gentle voice, someone picked him up and embraced him, "Let's go with me."

That was the first softness in Wang Xi's world.

Until then, everyone called him wild because he had green eyes.

Later, the man took him to the immortal path, taught him to practice swords, and gave him green presents as green as his eyes. He thought he was all he had.

Until one year, another name appeared in the man's mouth.

"The kid will definitely be a great character in the future, Wang Ye, if you meet him, you should hide away."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Lin Rufei."

"..."

"The fourth son of the Kunlun School, Lin Rufei."

"Lin Rufei? He's great?"

"You have to remember this name, as far as you can go."

As Master wished, Wang Yan remembered this name forever.

When I recalled it, I was cut off. Wang Ye felt his strength was constantly loosing, and black spots appeared in his vision. He stroked the green thorn, felt the cold blade of his sword, and said apologetily.

Sorry, he didn't let you win this round. He is an unqualified host. The green thorns that had been buzzing gradually seemed to feel something. Suddenly, the screams were loud and the hilt sticked to Wang Xi's palm, but he refused to slip, and wanted him to catch himself, as usual .

Although it seemed to have sensed the resistance of the greenthorn, the senran swordsmanship struck again. A slight crack began to appear on the white blade of the greenthorn, Wang Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the emerald eyes were full of struggle. : "No-greenthorns, go away-"

Greenthorn is still unwilling.

Wang Yan had tears in his green eyes and shouted with his last strength: "Go away--"

The green thorns seem to turn a blind eye.

For the first time, Wang Xi showed despair, and he died, but the greenthorn does not need to be buried with him. It is a famous sword, and naturally it can meet a more powerful master.

Wang Yan hugged the sword body, and slammed his head against the hilt of the sword. He murmured softly, "You are the only green thorn, you don't want to abandon me ..."

Do not dislike him as a green-eyed monster.

Sen Ran's sword stopped abruptly.

The powerful oppression disappeared instantly, and the air returned to Wang Xi's lungs again. He gasped heavily and coughed up blood. He looked up and saw Lin Rufei sitting in the distance.

"Aren't you killing me?" Wang Yan asked dumbly.

Lin Rufei said: "Can you admit defeat?"

Wang Xi laughed at himself: "I naturally lost."

Lin Rufei said: "It's just better than a sword. When you hit the point, why do you want to kill me if you admit defeat, but you have to promise me a condition."

Wang Yan's face sank, thinking that Lin Rufei was about to propose something non-divided. His pupils stood up like a snake nervously, and he said, "What is it?"

Lin Rufei pointed to Lin Fanyu, who was standing next to the sword platform, and calmly said, "Apologize to my brother."

Wang Yan was dumb, his pupils returned to normal immediately, and said, "It was your second brother who came to me last night to look for my sword-wasn't it me who apologized?"

In the face of Wang Xi ’s problem, Lin Rufei did not change his face, and raised the peach branch in his hand: “Apologize?” He also inherited the inherent protection of Lin ’s family. Whatever the reason, he hurt his second brother, The apology.

Wang Yan was speechless, and finally he could only turn around hard and say sorry to Lin Bianyu. His body's recovery ability is very powerful, the bones of his body have been shattered, but just after talking, he can actually get up from the sword stand. However, there was still a huge human-shaped pothole left on the sword platform, which looked very annoying.

"It was the fourth son of Lin who won." Wang Zheng recognized the result of the test.

"Wang Xi." Lin Yizhi said, "You are Mr. Long's apprentice?"

Wang Yan did not expect anyone to know his husband's name, but he was a little surprised and nodded.

Lin Biaozhi said, "Is Mr. Long okay?"

Wang Ye was silent for a moment, and whispered, "It has been a year since he died."

Lin Yanzhi showed regret and said sorry.

Obviously Wang Ye didn't want to talk more about this matter. After searching for a moment on the ground, he limped to the corner, picked up the bucket hat that was thrown aside, and put it on his head again.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Rufei: "You spared my life, I owe you a favor."

Lin Rufei just laughed and didn't talk.

Wang Yan said, "But after a few years, I will come to you again than the sword. I will be stronger then, and I hope you at that time ..." has also been opened.

After he said this, he gave a gift to Lin Rufei and turned to leave.

Lin Rufei, who had been quiet, suddenly said, and called him: "Wang Xi."

"Huh?" Wang Yan turned his head.

Lin Rufei said sincerely, "If you can meet again in the future, I invite you to drink."

Wang Ye was silent for a moment, and did not answer. He turned to the sword, and staggered in the direction of Qianshan.

Just when they left, there were some faint smiles in those beautiful emerald eyes.

The man who had disappeared behind Lin Rufei appeared again, and reached his ears, his breath burning: "Why, that person is so beautiful"

Lin Rufei then turned around and saw the man's beautiful profile. He smiled slightly and wanted to say something, but with his lips open, a hot liquid poured out of his mouth, one after another, the white fox fur. Instantly dyed into a scarlet scarlet.

"Xiao Lee——" Lin Bianyu's terrified cry was also so distant. Lin Rufei's body was teetering, and his nose was haunting the fragrance of the man's peach blossom. His eyes were half-closed. Before he completely fainted, he could not use it Wen's voice answered the man's question, and he said, "Of course ... it's not as good as you."

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