Jianling

Zhuoshuang sword was thrown out flat, like flying lightning, Meng Xing raised his sword, his figure moved like a dragon swimming.

It is rare for Shen Chongxuan to see Meng Xing draw his sword, and Feng Qiong has never seen him before. At this time, seeing him slashing and slanting, as if a sword fell, the mountains and rivers trembled, the sky and the earth changed color, forcing the mountains to hide, the sun and stars shone, and the mud pills wandered away. , Wild Goose Weeps on the Lonely Mountain.He is not imposing, with a smile in his eyes, but he is as calm as an immortal drumming his sleeves, leading the long wind to blow his sword and sing.

The majestic river and the rugged mountain are all in his sword.

Feng Qiong was dumbfounded and choked up: "This, this..."

Shen Zhongxuan pursed his lips, trying to suppress the turbulent mood, and said slowly: "Jianling."

It is the third level of Qianli River and the fourth level of Wanren Mountain.

Before Feng Qiong could react, Meng Xing turned his sword, raised the tails of his eyes slightly, and let go of the hilt of the sword. He took a leap, subconsciously flew to grab the sword, and then turned around. The heat in Meng Xing's palm still remained, and with He clasped his palms together, as if it was Meng Xing who was leading him to dance out of Jianling.Shen Zhongxuan's inner strength surged slightly, Jushuang seemed to respond, the sword body was colder than Chang Ye's solitary glow, and a cluster of flames on the sword was burning extremely brightly, Meng Xing landed on the other side slowly, crushed the dust and returned, and raised his voice: "The first weight, three-inch grass."

Jushuang Jian chant briskly, with green fronts blowing, as if calling spring back.

"Second level, boundless wood."

Shen Zhongxuan's eyes darkened slightly, his body turned sharply, and Fuyun body was cast at the same time, and he stepped on the rock after a few steps, Jushuang swayed with his figure, the sword energy was majestic, and it seemed to stretch for thousands of miles.

"The third level, Qianli River."

The young man's stature is slightly stagnant, he has been stagnant for a long time at this weight, and he may not be able to break it... He gritted his teeth heavily, and the Frost Sword has been honed by Meng Xing for a long time, just like its master, light as a floating cloud, fast as a flowing wind, no matter how heavy it is What Xuan thought, the sword has turned around and slanted down.

Meng Xing didn't care about Feng Qiong's pale face, he just stomped his feet, his white clothes fluttered, and he jumped straight up, entangled with Shen Shenxuan, with a gentle and clear voice, even more like a sword: "Yuan Yuan, give it to me."

Zhongxuan subconsciously wanted to hand the sword back to him, but felt that Meng Xing's right hand was covering his hand, and said softly, "Give me the sword and the man together."

Shen Zhongxuan was less than stiff, and had been locked into Meng Xing's arms. Jushuangjian was held by the two. Meng Xing saw that he was tall and tall, with protruding wrist bones, but his strength was not small. The sword struck the mountain gate directly, but the sword's intent was like breaking a bank The river was rushing down, forcing Feng Qiong to take a few steps back unconsciously, and even the ground seemed to be cracked a few inches.

"Scared Joan?"

After the performance of Qianlihe, Meng Xing embraced the person with his left hand, closed the sword with his right hand, and fell slowly, with a smile on his face: "Is Qiong'er still satisfied?"

Feng Qiong was speechless for a moment.Jianling is really extraordinary. Meng Xing must have a complete sword art mentality in his hands-but his talent is so heavy, and he obviously lacks stamina after performing the third move. Meng Xing is only eight years older than him, but he can move it at will Internal strength, the third level and the fourth level switch without any gap... Feng Qiong asked himself that he was not as good as Shen Xuan, but now that he saw the power of Jianling, he was even more afraid of Meng Xing, so he could only force a smile and not answer.

"It was just the third move. You used the Fuyun body, but you don't need it." Meng Xing was not afraid that no one would answer, so he turned his head and talked to Shen Zhongxuan about Jianling, "Fuyun body and Jianling are not connected. The body is to mobilize the internal force of the whole body, and to lift a section in the air where there is no use of force, and to rely on oneself. Appreciating the spirit is not the case. If you want to reach a resonance with the spiritual things, so that the vegetation, mountains and rivers are willing to be used by you, you must rely on the spirit .”

Shen Zhongxuan seemed to have realized something: "Then, what if I have no strength and am in a place without spirit?"

Meng Xing couldn't help smiling, and knocked on his forehead with his fingers: "Depend on me."

"Little uncle, are you willing to show me Jianling, but because you know that Qiong'er's bones are not good?" Feng Qiong finally spoke up, her face was rather ugly, but Meng Xing smiled when she heard the words: "Your bones are not bad, it's just that you are better than Yuan." Yuan is slightly inferior."

"What about Uncle Bi?"

Meng Xing said: "It's far away."

Feng Qiong: "..."

Those who practice Jianling must have their swords in their hearts, and they have a benevolent heart that can understand all spirits. Those who are all scheming in the city will not be able to become masters.

But Meng Xing naturally wouldn't say too much. Feng Lin's wholehearted pursuit of Jianling has never changed her original intention since that year, but she didn't know that Jianling was not suitable for him who only had hatred in his heart—and Chu Jingxing was the same.

Zhong Xuan suddenly asked: "How long can I rely on you?"

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment, this was a question he hadn't thought about, and he had never asked Meng Wubei, probably he had never thought of relying on anyone, so he didn't know how to answer to make Shen Shenxuan happy, so he had to touch Touching his nose: "If you get older, you won't want to talk to me anymore."

"What if I wanted to?" he asked.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Qiong guessed that it was a private conversation between the master and the apprentice, and immediately backed away silently for a few feet, and said: "I have reserved this mountain for three days, little uncle can only enjoy himself."

"..." Meng Xing said in his heart, "When I come out of the mountain, I will kill you to my heart's content."

Zhong Xuan's eyes were burning, obviously unwilling to let it go.Meng Xing covered his face and coughed a few times, but he didn't change the subject, so he hesitated and said, "Uh... If you want, then..."

Shen Zhongxuan looked at him, thinking inexplicably nervously, if he said he was willing, I would really depend on him for the rest of his life, if he said he was not willing...then I would get out and stop being a burden to him.

People in the world know that the Ding Ding sword is mysterious and unpredictable, but they forget that Meng Xing is not only practicing Ding Ding.No matter how desireless Meng Wubei is, it is impossible for her to bring Jianling to this world.Meng Xing is good at drinking swords, and has never forgotten Jianling.

Why do people like this want to ignore everyone, do nothing, and live absurdly?Why do you have to be humble, lower your eyes, and just ask the Feng family to pay attention?

"...If you want to, how can I stop you."

Zhong Xuan said firmly: "If you stop me, I won't think about it."

"Hey, little ancestor, don't look at me like that." Meng Xing was defeated, averted his eyes, and begged for mercy, "When you look so sad, you will lose your teacher's heart. Be good, forgive me as a teacher, and smile ,Um?"

Shen Chongxuan was the most defeated by his tone, so thousands of people who were unwilling had to lower their lips and lower their heads, and said in a low voice, "Then I'm going to practice swords."

"What kind of sword practice, give me a smile first." Meng Xing grabbed him and pulled the soft flesh on his face, "Hurry up."

"Ah Xing why..."

Meng Xing raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said with a smile, "Huh? Are you hungry? After learning the first three moves of the third level, let's go eat. How about going to Guantang Tower?"

Shen Zhongxuan blinked, but Meng Xing said on his lips: "Don't, Xin, Feng, Qiong."

"?"

Do not believe?Then why let him see Jianling? ...what exactly do you want to do?

Shen Zhongxuan was speechless, Meng Xing only pressed him into his arms, and held the Diansu sword in his hand, as if he wanted to compensate him, and said slowly: "Diansu sword is too murderous, you have a good temper , it is not a good match for it, and it cannot be used for a long-term plan. When you are sixteen, I will give you a sword as a teacher."

"Why sixteen?"

Meng Xing tilted his head, tapped the sharp edge of the crisp sword and dragged it to the ground, and wrote the word "Yuan" on the shallow soil layer, while he leaned close to his ear, and said slowly: "When I hold the sword for my master, it is sixteen. "

When he was 16 years old, Xiao Shuhua sat down.Meng Wubei was drunk for three days, but after waking up he didn't have much to say, so he was ordered to go down the mountain to a famous iron shop to get two swords from 11 years ago.

"Princess Wang was good at bullying Shuang Jianwu." Meng Wupei looked at him. He had aged rapidly in the past two years. Bullying Frost Sword."

"If one day, you want someone to accompany you on the rivers and lakes, you can give him the sword."

When Meng Wubei was about to die, his eyes were not cloudy, he was extremely calm, as if he had just gone to a place of chaos, and he could still open up the world with the three-foot sword, and then open the primordial world.

Meng Xing looked at Yu Louchun in his arms meaningfully.

Meng Wu lamented: "Xiao Shuhua told me this. But he entrusted no one."

Meng Xing said: "That's true."

Meng Wubei was used to him talking back like this, so he was still calm: "You... take this as a lesson, don't take it lightly."

So Meng Xing took one of them and stuffed the other into Meng Wubei's coffin.

"I won't," he said.

"Has he ever regretted protecting Xiao Shuhua?" Meng Xing suddenly thought.

He has never seen Meng Wubei ask people how warm they are, but he knows that Meng Wubei is a person with great love and small love poured into a sword. Meticulous and appropriate is not extravagant. , but also a look of affection, Sansheng is lucky.

But does Xiao Shuhua understand?

Meng Wubei's Tao is "the world", and the world is stabilized by killing.

Meng Wubei's feeling was not to kill, but how did Xiao Shuhua think about this "not to kill"?

Meng Xing suddenly met Shang Zhongxuan with a pair of bright eyes. The young man is nearly 14 years old, and his temperament is beginning to show. He is indeed Meng Wubei, who has a great heart and a righteous attitude, but he understands feelings better than Meng Wubei. I don’t know whether it is good or bad. .

But Meng Xing suddenly wanted to dig out Meng Wubei's coffin, and then dug out the other half of the bullying sword that had not yet been named, and then made a big gift, so that everyone in the world would know that the bullying sword that was famous all over the world came from If it is not lost, it will become Chong Xuan's sword, practice Chong Xuan's way-and then accompany him on the rivers and lakes, regardless of the end.

Will his Tao also be the world?

"Is your way the right way?" Meng Xing asked, Shen Zhongxuan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly changed the subject, so he could only answer: "Maybe... right?"

"What is your way?"

Chong Xuan thought for a while, then asked, "What about you?"

Meng Xing replied, "Alive."

Shen Zhongxuan was silent, this silence lasted for a long time, Meng Xing realized that his expression was too serious just now, maybe he still couldn't understand this child.

"I'm just kidding... My way of thinking is, uh." Meng Xing paused, "It's probably about dictating the country, enforcing the land..."

Zhong Xuan said: "Let you live."

This is my way.

Meng Xing swallowed the word "jue" that he hadn't said yet, stretched out his fingers to press the center of Zhong Xuan's eyebrows, his tone was still brisk, and said, "Okay. Then I will take it seriously."

The author has something to say: Yuan Yuan: Why did Feng Qiong see Jian Ling?

Meng Xing: Be good, he is stupid.

Feng Qiong:?

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