The young man slowly exhaled his breath and slowly inhaled his breath. After this, it took about one stick of incense to open his eyes with sweat on his face. His black and white eyes lit up. The young man breathed hard and showed a satisfied smile.

The young man stood up from the stone slab, glanced at his side with a slanted look, and a single knife with a yellow light radiated into the soil, sank into most of the time.

"Good friend, I haven't practiced some days!" The young man smiled slightly, jumped, and his right hand stretched out quickly. He could hear a "clang" sound, and a flash of white light flashed. The single sword danced with the young man's dancing body.

"The first style: Therefore, those who are good at fighting will stand in an invincible place without losing the enemy's defeat. Therefore, the winning army will first win and then seek to fight, the defeated army will first fight and then seek to win, and win because of the enemy.

The second form: If you do not attack, you will rely on the method of using troops. If you do not rely on the method of not attacking, you will rely on what you cannot attack. If you do not rely on the method of not attacking, you will rely on what you cannot attack.

The third style: Those who attack strange things, those who are good at surprises are infinite as heaven and earth, and are endless as rivers, camp and leave them, and attack them.

...

The eighth style: Soldiers are deceitful, and soldiers are the deceitful way. Soldiers are established by deceitful deception. If they are weak, they are solid, and if they are solid, they are weak.

The young man shouted, and the single sword in his hand danced like the wind, sometimes like a lion and a rabbit, sometimes like a thousand troops, sometimes like thunder, unstoppable. The sound of the whistling blade echoed the towering ancient trees around him. As the leaves grew faster and faster, the sword force became increasingly powerful, just like rain.

The sword technique danced, but the young man did not stop there. The single sword in his hand flipped over and followed the sword, and soon he reached the state of selflessness.

In one stick of incense, under the young man's selfless waving, more and more leaves fell from the towering ancient trees around him. Soon, a lot of the young man's feet fell, and when he stepped on it, he made a "creaking" sound, which was very pleasant.

The sword technique was danced by the young man over and over again. With the sound of the knife wind, the morning sun in the early stage turned weaker and stronger. As the temperature rose, the air was filled with hot temperature. The young man took a few breaths, touched his cheeks, which were covered in sweat, and then put away the hilt of the knife.

...

In the wooden basin, waves of heat slowly rose. The young man took off his close-fitting clothes and jumped into it. The hot feeling made him breathe comfortably, lean against the edge of the wooden barrel, grabbed a scarf, and patted it on his face. The young man took a breath and then raised his head and stopped moving.

After a while, the young man's long eyelashes blinked slightly a few times, his eyes opened, and his dark eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of light appeared to be full of energy.

The young man grabbed the scarf and began to wipe his body. His figure was long and his skin looked darker than ordinary people. The six-pack abdomen on his lower abdomen were looming, and water droplets as big as beans flowed from his body, shining by the sun, filling his men's health.

The young man walked out of the wooden barrel, stretched his waist lazily, fully felt the comfort brought by the exercise, and breathed heavily, and a smile surged from the corner of his mouth: "It's almost ten years, and the eight methods of killing the moon are finally familiar with it-?"

Since ten years ago, when Xiao Yun learned the eighth method of killing the moon from Liu Bowen. After decades of hard work, although he dare not say that he is the best in the world in the swordsmanship, he is enough to be more suitable for any martial arts master in the world!

Looking at the single knife, thinking of Liu Bowen leaving, a trace of sadness surged in his heart. He let out a heavy breath, wiped the water stains on his body, put on a white Confucian uniform, tied up his belt, and was about to hang the piece of purple jade when he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps.

Xiao Yun smiled, glanced at the figure in the corner of the wall, and said with a smile: "Sister Su, isn't it a woman who secretly peeking at someone taking a bath?"

"Haha, I can't tell you, you feel very sharp..." With a giggle, a crack in the door came out, a white dress, Su Erxiao flashed out, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a crescent moon, and walked in with a smile on her face.

Xiao Yun quickly glanced at Su Erxiao, seeing her wearing a white dress, with a plain ribbon on her waist, her slim waist, which highlighted her graceful figure. Her black hair was tied up with only a jade hairpin, which further highlighted her tall figure. Her eyebrows were frowning in spring mountains, her eyes were frowning in autumn water, her face was thin and slender waist was graceful, and her charming and boneless look was three points!

Looking at Su Erxiao, Xiao Yun's eyes immediately lit up a little, staring at the pair of undulating breasts, and swallowed a few saliva without hesitation: "Damage! Damage!"

"Where is this?" Su Erxiao Lian walked gently and walked up. After seeing Xiao Yun, his eyes flashed.

"Some days I haven't practiced my sword, isn't this—?"

"Is that right?" Su Erxiao looked at Xiao Yun with her pair of autumn water-like eyes. Xiao Yun was already handsome, and her wide Confucian uniform made him look more handsome and extraordinary. Seeing Su Erxiao couldn't help but nodded secretly: "I don't know why, this guy is getting more and more interesting!"

"Where are you going to play today?" Su Erxiao got closer. The unique body fragrance of her daughter made Xiao Yun feel confused and cursed in her heart: "This slutty hoof, I'll be tempted early in the morning!"

"Why go to Qinhuai River to check it out? They and Xiao Cui have been here for so many days, but have not been there yet?" Su Erxiao looked resentful and glared at Xiao Yun angrily.

Xiao Yun felt his bones numb and almost couldn't control them. He put the girl on the spot and took a breath, picked up the moon-killing knife, and said, "Go, go, go, go, go to the Qinhuai River! Have enough fun and see enough!"

Su Erxiao brows, her eyes had already narrowed into crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "That's right!"

Xiao Yun shook his head helplessly.

The news of traveling to the Qinhuai River soon spread to the Qinhuai River, and the whole family cheered.

After a hurry to have breakfast, the family rushed to the Qinhuai River.

There is wine tonight drunk tonight

Drunk on the Qinhuai River tonight

Moon reflection

Lights shine on the embankment

Beautiful flowers and side with railings

Singing and dancing

Who do you say lovesickness to

Who do you love and love for

To whom do you express your sweetness and tenderness

To whom

Who can I apply cherry lips to

Who can apply layers of powder to

Who do you express your eyebrows?

To whom to pour out?

"It sounds really nice..." On the banks of the Qinhuai River, Xiao Yun sang Feng Feifei's classic song. His voice was not as delicate as Feng Feifei, but what is rare is that his singing is thick. A few lyrics sings have a unique flavor. Xiaodie, Su Erxiao, and Lu Feifei looked obsessed, which made Xiao Yun speechless for a while.

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