My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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Ye Fan thinks that it is necessary to think quietly, or else, if you walk around, you don’t know where to start.

If you don't know that Lingjia and his son will not lie to him, he will think that this is a nonsense. How can there be such a "sword"?

Ling Qing Fengdao: "Of course, then I and Bai Guang will go out first. Mr. Ye can rest assured to watch here. Today, there will be no one coming in the Tibetan Pavilion."

"Thank you for being old," Ye Fan knows that this is a great trust for him. After all, the Tibetan sword pavilion is the most important place in Lushan.

"Oh, Mr. Ye is very polite, Mr. Ye has great grace for my Ling family, not to mention that Yu Jianshu has been searching for a heir for thousands of years.

With Mr. Ye's strong talent, perhaps it is possible to reproduce this magical kendo in the world," Ling Qingfeng laughed.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly. "I am still confused. Let me look at it first. I can't say that it is more talented than so many predecessors. I am actually a class that spends time practicing hard. Don't be too clever." Big hope."

"Mr. Ye doesn't have to be too modest, we don't bother, we go out first."

Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang did not say much, turned and left the Tibetan sword.

When you are quiet in the secret room, calm down and start watching these sword marks in a strip.

As he looked at it, he groped his heart and wondered what kind of sword road he could use to engrave these sword marks.

And what kind of laws and connections can exist between these sword marks.

The sword marks have a rough look. There are thousands of them. From the bottom to the seven-eight-meter-high stone wall, it is necessary to see all these sword marks. Ye Fan spent a long time.

Unconsciously, the sky is dark, but fortunately, Ye Fan’s eyes are in the dark, and they can see clearly, but they are not affected too much.

Moonlight, hitting the mirror in the middle, the mirror began to reflect the moonlight, and the surrounding stone walls became more and more smashed.

Ye Fan stood for so long, most of the sword marks have been recorded in his mind, but he still did not see anything.

Ever since, Ye Fan simply lay down and looked up at the sword marks on the entire surrounding stone wall.

After watching it over and over again, Ye Fan suddenly found that there were several sword marks, so lying down, it seems that when he stood, it was different...

Ye Fan frowned and quickly turned over. After finding a sword mark, he stood, groaned and lay down. After seeing it from different angles, he found that the sword mark was more like marking it while lying down. of!

Because, the lower side of the sword mark, a little more wear, indicating that the angle of the sword at that time is upward.

Under normal circumstances, the sword will not cause such a sword mark. After all, the height of the warrior is placed there, it will not be a dwarf here to make the sword...

The reason why there is such a sword mark, or because the sword of the sword is not held by the human hand, but it is free to attack from various angles...

Ye Fan’s mind is violently excited! Yes! When you look at these sword marks yourself, you can't look at them from the perspective of people, but look at them from the perspective of the sword!

Because, in a sense, the traces left by Yu Jianshu are not "man-made" but "swords for"!

After thinking about this, Ye Fan began to re-examine every sword mark, and imagined that if he was the flying sword that flew around and left these traces...

Then, what is the trajectory of yourself, the way of force, the change of frequency, what is it...

In order to better watch these sword marks, Ye Fan jumped up and down, and from time to time he also climbed on the stone wall through some prominent stones.

With amazing physical strength, constantly look at these sword marks from a omnidirectional perspective.

Ye Fan is like a sponge, madly absorbing the information left by every sword mark in the secret room. In the past, the legendary ancient sword fairy, how to do it all...

Unconsciously, Ye Fan did not know how long it took. He had already sat on the floor, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of sword marks. The origin of each one was much clearer than before.

"Even if you know the flight path of the sword, how can he let the sword be so freely controlled? The speed of the connection between the middle and the way of flying seems to be different..."

Ye Fan muttered to himself, thinking that he understood these sword marks, but he found that the more you look deep, the more you don't understand!

"Forget it, remember it anyway, go out first." Ye Fan saw that the weather was too late, and his stomach was hungry, and he went outside the Tibetan swords.

The moon is high and the night wind is slow.

When he came to the outside of the squad, he was guarded by four gatekeepers in the doorway.

"Mr. Ye is coming out," a leading doorman saluted reverently.

Ye Fan nodded. "When did you come, Ling elders didn't mean that people wouldn't come over today."

The doorman squatted and then smiled: "Mr. Ye may be too fascinated, you have been staying inside for two days and nights, today is the third night."

"What?!" Ye Fan stunned, he was busy picking up his mobile phone, the phone was almost out of power, and there was no signal in it.

really! The third day!

Ye Fan was crying and laughing. "The elders of Ling are really, they are not coming to tell me."

"The elders and the heads have come, so we must not disturb Mr. Ye," the doorman smiled.

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, patted the man's shoulder and walked back to the room where he lived.

Just arrived in the room, I saw Ling Yuwei is holding a basket, standing at the door.

"Miss Ling?" Ye Fan wondered, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Crap, not waiting for you, isn't I waiting for a ghost?" Ling Yuwei rolled her eyes.

Ye Fan said strangely: "How do you know that I am coming back now?"

Ling Yuwei gestured over the phone and said: "I told the brothers who guarded the Tibetan Pavilion. You came out and called me."

Ye Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart. How did this woman care about him so much?

Look at the basket on the woman's hand, it seems to be a lunch box, and I feel that things are very subtle. "Miss Ling is afraid that I am hungry?"

"You haven't eaten for three days, are you not hungry?" Ling Yuwei asked.

"Hungry," Ye Fan said truthfully, embarrassedly said with a smile: "I was just fine, now I smell the taste of rice, and I am hungry."

Ling Yuwei seems quite happy. "I know, go in, the food is still hot, I just took it out of the kitchen."

Although Ye Fan feels warm in his heart, he has to be surprised. At night, is this woman waiting for him to come out? Otherwise, how can I prepare meals so quickly and send them here?

"What are you doing? Go ahead," Ling Yuwei said.

Ye Fan "oh", opened the door, went in and wanted to take the basket, thank you woman, but see Ling Yuwei has entered the house, it seems that he did not intend to leave.