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Lingnan winter rain.

Lili.

Wild Village Wild Mound, Huang Ni Xiaodao.

These ten miles of deserted mountains are all the sword mounds.

Casting the sword here, the sword raised here, the folding sword here, and the burial sword here.

The star on the mountain is dotted with various swords. Someone stepped on the yellow mud trail, and the straw shoes were muddy.

He pulled out a dark sword, and the sword body was all thin mud.

Tianyu hit his large hat and black robe on his wide hat. He seemed to be unaware, and he didn't hold an umbrella nor wearing a dong.

"Tian Jing was awake, and there was the last thing left ..." The black robe murmured softly, his voice was hoarse like a sword and a sword.

It was just that the words of the black robe just fell, and the footsteps not far away were getting close.

The old man was holding a bamboo stick, and a yellow wine gourd was hanging around his waist. His old eyes were extremely deep. He looked at the swords that were buried in half of the loess.

He didn't know how many times he saw these swords, but every time he felt different.

"That child, why don't you bring it back ..." The old man sighed, and the rain was like a water flow. The black robe in his eyes was a bit distorted.

The black robe people did not turn around, and gently wiped the mud water on the dark broken sword, faintly:

"There is a strong man beside him, and you can't take it forcibly."

"If you are forcibly, how many people can stop you under the sky?" The old man slowly walked towards the black robe man. The countless swords on both sides of the road buzzed, and it seemed to be about to break the soil immediately.

The voice of the old man is getting colder:

"Do you want to report to Zhao Changyuan's revenge of the sword, or do you have a picture of this child?"

"Brother Changyuan's sword that year has caused me to warm up for more than ten years.

The black robe man held the dark sword with a dark sword, holding his right hand, and the black mist in his hand condensed.

"But I also found my Kendo because of the blessing, so these years, I have always been grateful to him ..."

The black robe people have a hoarse voice, holding the left hand with the right hand, holding the sword with both hands, and the dark sword slowly turns into viscous black water, as if it is to be integrated into the black fog long sword.

The old man holding a bamboo stick narrowed, and the two swords in the black robe people had been fused into a handle.

Devour.

"Really?" The old man's bamboo stick was obliquely, and his tone was cold:

"Pei Jingcheng, what you have done in these years has become more and more torque."

"The rules are large, or the sword is big?" The black robe man who called Pei Jingcheng smiled slightly, stepped on the mud step slowly.

The old man helped the hoe, and said coldly:

"Things are explained before the sword owner's retreat. His old man is about to go out. I hope you already think about how to explain it with his old man ..."

In the next moment, the sword of the two collided, the mighty sword qi rushed, and the whole day was not invading the rain.

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Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes. The familiar light veil tent made his eyes trembling slightly.

As soon as he wanted to lift up the bedding, he saw Xuanyuan Jing, who had a Ming Huangyao robe, lay on the edge of the bed, and sleep quietly.

The sky outside the house is dark, I do n’t know if it is the afternoon of the rain and snow, or the sunny dusk.

Zhao Wujiang stared at Xuan Yuanjing's sleeping face, but did not surprise her, but smiled at her heart, gently touched her hands at her cheeks.

Xuanyuan Jing's face was tired, as if these days and hard work, she didn't realize that she was sleeping.

Zhao Wujiang gently stroked Xuan Yuan Jing's cheek, touched the position of an inch on the temple, then gently massaged, and slowly unveiled the easy -to -like noodle skin of the thin cicada wing.

A trembling beautiful beauty is exposed to the dim sky.

Xuanyuan Jing frowned slightly, but he was still asleep. Zhao Wujiang had healed the illness. At this moment, he was guilty of guilty.

After getting out of the bed, he squatted beside the bed quietly.
Chapter completed!