While staying at the inn, Li Chengru did not stop mocking and harassing Sword Spirit.
So while eating, a group of guests saw an icy blue long sword suddenly fly out of a young man's body, with a snake-shaped hilt. The sword was extremely beautiful, but a little...
irritable.
Yes, it's irritable.
Everyone could not hear the voice of the sword spirit, but they could intuitively see the destructive power of the sword. Everywhere it passed, it was destroyed. Fortunately, the sword energy surged, but it always avoided everyone, and no one was injured.
But this still brought Xu Qingmu a lot of trouble, especially in terms of money, and his heart ached.
Time soon came to the eve of the decisive battle. That night, Xu Qingmu squatted alone on the roof of the inn, looking at the bright white moon above his head and the stars surrounding it.
Xu Qingmu thought of the old private school teacher in Funiu Town, Liang Hao. Mr. Liang especially loved the moon. He said that the moon is a gathering of human thoughts and is the embodiment of the living people's obsession with their dead relatives.
When I was a child, I looked at the moon like a jade plate, and I just felt that it was big and round.
Nowadays, people's hearts have gone through many dangers, and when they look at the full moon, they look like an old friend.
Whether it is Old Master Liang, the old beggar, Lin Zhenbei, Wang Ziyi, etc., they are all just a moment in the clouds. The only thing that proves that they have lived is this group of people with memories.
But what then?
Thousands of miles away, the sad sword is a guest, but the old friend remains the same, standing in the tomb with the rustle of autumn.
Just take a handful of yellow sand, two ounces of white wine, and say three times that we will see you in the next life.
It's sad and painful.
He reached for the wine, raised his head and drank it. The young man who once drank and was choked by alcohol was now filled with sadness, and he lowered his head to think again.
At some point, Lin Xue, dressed in a pure white dress, quietly squatted beside Xu Qingmu and said softly: "Did you win?"
Xu Qingmu looked at the bright moon in the sky and stretched out his hand to take another sip of apricot blossom wine. It didn't sound so vulgar like a philistine's smacking lips, but it had a bit of the charm of a wine fight in a red mansion where an immortal was banished from the mortal world: "I used to think that when I meet Xu Pei again, I will close my eyes.
You have to be able to beat the eyes, but it seems difficult now."
Lin Xue had a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"But there is still a chance, so I don't know if you are willing." Xu Qingmu looked at Lin Xue, sincerity evident in his eyes.
"What chance?"
Xu Qingmu shook his head and said seriously: "Li Chengru said that if I have a boyish body and the seal is not completely released, if I have a sweetheart..."
Lin Xue blushed.
He spat: "It must be this evil-minded Li Chengru who is instigating this behind the scenes! This man deserves to be beaten!"
The moonlight appears white, but it prints a red face.
Xu Qingmu stretched out his hand to hold Lin Xue: "In the past, in Funiu Town, what I wanted most every year during the Chinese New Year was to eat a meal of dumplings and then set off fireworks with you. I felt that the happiness in the world was nothing more than that. Later I got a sword and learned how to do it.
Only then did I realize that people’s hearts are really lacking, so I wanted to protect you and grow old together with you.”
Hold Lin Xue tightly with your left hand, hold the wine pot with your right hand and drink. When you raise your head, you will see the moon on your head. Lower your head and drink the wine from the pot.
"Do you still remember the letter you wrote to me? I copied it hundreds and dozens of times, especially the last sentence, which is really excellent!" Xu Qingmu gritted his teeth and said two words, word for word.
Regardless of natural punishments or man-made disasters, I, Lin Xue, will protect them!
Lin Xue smiled and said: "Now, I can't protect you. In the blink of an eye, you are already at the peak of the nine realms, and I have just touched the threshold of the tenth realm."
Xu Qingmu's hand was held a little harder.
"Lin Xue, I'm sorry."
Xu Qingmu thought of Lin Zhenbei, the puppet who had not spoken to Lin Xue so far, sleeping in the secret cave of Bai Jing. Xu Qingmu also thought about making it clear to Lin Xue that no matter what the outcome, he would bear it
He came down, but in the end, he still couldn't speak.
He is afraid.
She was afraid that Lin Xue would be angry and disappear as soon as she turned around.
Lin Xue looked at Xu Qingmu with some confusion, and brushed the broken hair beside her ear: "Why are you saying sorry? Could it be that Xu Mo Shang is really the child you gave birth to?"
Xu Qingmu then laughed.
My mood instantly relaxed, and when I looked at the moon above my head, it was already a human moon.
After a long time, Lin Xue's voice was a little damp: "So, what Li Chengru said is true?"
The voice was almost inaudible until the end. Her cheeks were slightly red, and there were countless feelings when she lowered her head, which made people feel pity.
Xu Qingmu pretended not to hear: "What?"
Jiaoren's head was lowered, and there was vague mist in her eyes: "Li...Li Chengru...said, that...broken...broken body, but...
....real?"
Xu Qingmu stopped talking and suddenly shook out the soft water sword in his body. At the same time, he cut off the contact with Ye Qingxian. He hugged the soft and boneless body in his arms and kissed her, which was when the flowers on both sides of the bank bloomed.
"He didn't say it, I said it."
"and you--"
The sound was blocked, and the hot lips melted together again. Xu Qingmu held the person in his arms and broke through the window.
Suddenly, a madman sharpened his gun at night, and the road was high and the river was flooded with water.
...
The next day, Xu Qingmu got up and looked at Lin Xue, who was still sleeping soundly. He touched his face and recalled the night before, and he felt tenderness on his face. He wanted to let Lin Xue sleep a little longer, but the sound of getting up still woke up the person in the bed. Look.
Looking at Lin Xue with a blushing face, Xu Qingmu was a little embarrassed: "Morning..."
The two looked at each other with tenderness.
During breakfast, Ye Qingxian stared at Xu Qingmu intently and smiled maliciously: "Master, why did you take the initiative to cut off contact with me last night?"
Qishang also became more energetic: "Boss, what did you do last night? I wanted to go over to find you, but my master stopped me and said that there was a strong wind in your room. I was surprised, why was there something in your room?
wind?"
Xu Qingmu smiled happily, Lin Xue lowered her head, her face wet.
Li Chengru touched Qi Shang's head, his eyes full of doting: "Good disciple, you will understand in the future, the style of reading, the style of turning books, the breeze of the world, are not as good as the breeze of the bed and quilt!"
Qishang raised his head, even more confused. "If there is wind in the bed, won't you catch a cold?"
Everyone laughed, Xu Qingmu stuffed a steamed bun into Li Chengru's mouth: "Eat, I can't stop your mouth."
At this moment, the soft water sword that Xu Qingmu had knocked out of his body was inserted with a bang on the dining table in front of him. The little sword spirit girl took the initiative to show up, pinching her waist with both hands, and looming over her face: "What are you doing?
What? Leave me hanging outside all night? The wind is so strong that my aunt will freeze to death?"
Li Chengru added fuel to the fire: "That's for your own good, the wind is even stronger inside the house! Haha."
With the swords at war, the little girl attacked him again.
...
It wasn't until noon that a group of people arrived at the martial arts training ground in the center of the imperial city. This dispute between heaven and earth had already been announced to the entire world by Prince Xu Peizhao, and those who were interested had already surrounded the martial arts training ground.
More, also the Guards.
A group of people saw Xu Qingmu coming from a distance. They immediately opened a passage and let a group of people come over. The people on both sides of the passage were talking and pointing. Most of them were talking about Xu Qingmu who had broken the Immortal Bridge.
, how to compete with Xu Pei, who is now in the twelfth realm?
Some sigh with regret, some add insult to injury, some watch the excitement without taking it too seriously, and some place bets.
Xu Qingmu listened carefully to the news on both sides, and felt a little relieved: Fortunately, it was only the twelfth realm.
If someone hears what Xu Qingmu is thinking at this moment, they will definitely scold him for overestimating his abilities. A genius from the ninth realm challenges the twelve realms, and he still says that he is only at the twelve realms. He really doesn’t know how high the sky is!
Soon, Xu Pei walked to the side of King Xu Yan and Queen Cao. Li Chengru looked at the veiled Queen Cao and felt a little clearer in his heart. No wonder Xu Qingmu had not seen Queen Cao in the past few days since Xu Qingmu arrived in Chang'an City.
, I guess it was the same reason. Turning around to look at King Xu Yan, the bright red flowers on his right wrist were blooming brightly.
Xu Qingmu and others saluted one by one. King Xu Yan smiled and nodded, indicating to sit down.
The martial arts training ground occupies a large area, and is blessed by a powerful person with a magic circle to prevent damage from the battle. Xu Pei is wearing a white robe, and the Wuxie sword around his waist has completely turned red. He folds his hands around his chest and closes his eyes to rest.
Xu Qingmu walked up to the martial arts training ground. He was wearing a light blue gown, with a jade hairpin stuck in the hair tied up on his head. The Chouli Sword at his waist had been sharpened by countless spiritual stones in the Qinglian Space, making it even more of extraordinary quality.
Xu Qingmu walked slowly onto the stage and stood opposite Xu Pei. Xu Pei slowly opened his eyes: "Nine realms?"
Xu Qingmu nodded.
There was some sympathy in Xu Pei's eyes: "Brother, if you don't recognize this identity, you and I don't have to be like this!"
Xu Qingmu seemed very calm: "Without the identity of the prince, I would have come to this battle of heaven and earth, but..."
Xu Qingmu held Chouli Sword in his hand: "It has nothing to do with you."
Under the martial arts training ground, quietly listen to the needle drop.
On the martial arts training ground, the sun shines brightly and the autumn wind blows.