Chapter 217

Li Shen looked at the girl in yellow and slowly closed her eyes, and her little nose seemed to move, which was particularly cute.

I don't know how long it took to leave the balcony.

Practicing swords all night long, the wooden sword moves with the wrist, the spiritual energy is controlled, and the sword blade flashes blue light in the darkness.

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"If I use a wooden sword and you use your palms, will you bully you?"

"Do you want to hit me seriously? Are you willing to use a sword to cut me?"

"I don't want to bear it, but I feel that I shouldn't hurt you. I have done this before, and I want to be stronger."

Sister Lou held the bun in her right hand, raised her left hand and said:

"Then I'll be serious, use my left hand to fight with all my strength, come on!"

She raised her left hand so soft and weak.

"Not good?"

"Don't you want to become stronger? You have to withstand my attack."

Li Shencai realized that Sister Lou mistakenly thought she was scared.

Seeing that she was fearless, she poked her with her sword technique first.

Sister Lou smiled, raised her left hand high, and suddenly slashed it down, slapped Li Shen's Zhongshou acupoint.

The spiritual needle was inserted, with one blow and one stab, and the pain was unbearable. Li Shen staggered twice and could barely fall.

"It's not good to be merciful, I won't show mercy."

Li Shenxin said: "I can't beat Sister Lou."

Half a minute later, he lay on the ground and gasped. Every time he breathed, it hurt so much.

Lustful pen commented:

"Forget it, I won't say anything sarcastic in the future. Don't be beaten to death by her."

"Why can't you beat it, it's hard to fight back."

Fu Mo said:

"It is natural that the gap in realm is to use swordsmanship to make up for it, and I am delusional."

"What should I make up for it?"

"White Thunder."

"You are not allowed to break into the building sister."

"Hmph."

After the two had breakfast, Li Shen stood in the teleportation array.

"Does the left hand table need to be adjusted?"

"If you come back at 6pm, you don't need to. Do you have to stay that long?"

"It would be better to practice swordsmanship with Chen Feng."

Sister Lou smiled naughtyly:

"Can't you practice well with me?"

"It may be a little effective if you get beaten up, hahaha."

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Huowang Town is even more lively, with more and more crowds on the streets. When Chen Feng left, the queues lined up to buy swords were so long that they could not see at first sight.

"Why did you take Chen Feng away again? I didn't get there yesterday."

A disciple of Changyin Sect shouted.

The other person quickly grabbed him and whispered a few words.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds. Those who originally wanted to complain a few times remained silent and looked over there with respect.

The Changyin Sect disciple who complained loudly wanted to kneel but couldn't, so he could only stand there and smile bitterly.

Li Shen waved his hand and pulled Chen Feng out.

My father gave me another big bag of spirit stone shells and asked me to go to the tavern for dinner.

"Oh, son, you're going there today, are you?"

"Yes, it should be too late, and you can still go to the tavern."

Li Shen asked where he was going.

"Create incense to Chenjiazhuang."

Chen Feng's tone was plain, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

It has been seven or eight years, and no matter how deep the relationship is, it will be worn away. Perhaps people who have never experienced it will think so.

But what time can only be worn away is the rust on the surface of the broken heart and the heart is broken.

The pains suffered in childhood are directly and completely damaged the hearts of young people, and there will never be any changes due to the polishing of time.

There is really a change, it is just a violent reaction after the injury.

What Chen Feng got was a right hand that was unwilling to hurt people and held a wooden sword.

Li Shen grew eyes that could always see the bright future and never be discouraged.

Their paths are different, but they are essentially children who have grown up with wounds. The wounds have not healed, but they have grown up.

It is precisely such similar experience that brings an indescribable sense of intimacy to both.

Li Shen is only twenty years old and deeply feels the strong spiritual barrier brought by age.

Someone hurts his emotions and will first be blocked by this barrier before he can penetrate into his still soft heart.

If he had lost his parents again now, he would never have been more heartbreaking than when he was twelve years old.

So when Chen Feng talked about the past lightly, Li Shen deeply felt his passionate heart.

He can always recall the feeling of receiving care in front of high school teachers in junior high school. The helplessness and sorrow are almost comparable to physical pain.

Tears can't stop flowing, but they are tears of shame and soreness.

Except for the children whose parents died, almost no one can empathize with him.

Accepting this kind of care without understanding is similar to kneeling on the road to accept the alms of people who don’t care about themselves, and the sound of coins hitting into bowls, which is similar to laughing.

The same must be true for brothers Chen Feng. I don’t know how much suffering I have suffered to speak lightly.

After going to the partition room, he took Li Shen to a temple with red brick and tiles in the city.

"The people who can put them here and contribute to the town are among the best immortal cultivators."

Li Shen silently looked at the enshrined tablets and swept over one by one.

Some have opened up unknown areas, while others have planned Huowang Town.

Most of the others are immortal cultivators who sacrificed their lives to protect Huowang Town.

On the side of the Lingpai Table, there are three large Lingpai cards, which are more scarlet and more elegant in color. The writer must be quite angry at that time.

"Kuncha Town."

"Cacal Town."

The next one is "Chenjiazhuang".

"These three spiritual cards are specially designed to commemorate the destroyed land."

Chen Feng bowed gently and was about to leave.

Li Shen always felt that it was too hasty to use a light spirit card to commemorate a large number of dead people.

Living people are represented by place names.

"Brother Chen Feng, don't you go see your parents?"

"My sister, parents, grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandmothers are all buried in the ruins of Chenjiazhuang. I will go to pay tribute on their birthday."

Birthday.

Li Shen immediately understood that they all died of misfortune. When they were on their deathbed, they would always think of their death, and Chen Feng was unwilling to do so.

The two looked at each other tacitly without saying anything, and they avoided talking.

"Are you hungry, brother Chen Feng? If you are not hungry, go to a place first."

...

"There is such a thing in the human world? It's the same right arm?"
To be continued...