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"Roll, roll." The black carriage drove on the rugged mountain road, and shuttled through the deep forest with swaying tree shadows.

There was a trace of embarrassment in Tranquility's calm eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Look." Yan Lingxi said, smiling and coming over.

But I saw a scorching air flow gathered in the black carriage, expanding rapidly, and only heard the slightly hoarse voice of Qingfeng Jiyue, "Really, I'm not dead yet."

"Boom!" The sword energy inside exploded, rushing to the black curtains hanging outside the two wooden windows on the left and right of the carriage, flying across.

After the two strands of sword energy from different people exploded, Cheng Tianya closed his eyes, put away his black sleeves, and said coldly, "Hmph, I'm not dead either."

"Ah, ah." Yan Lingxi shook his fan leisurely, poking his head out from behind Cheng Tianya's arm, "Don't mind, Jingyuan, Qingzhou."

Li Qingzhou rested his pillow on the white clothes on Ning Jingyuan's lap, and his long black hair was scattered in front of the plain snow-like clothes. He moved his slender knuckles, and the pair of breezy and moon-like eyes beside the tear mole slightly narrowed, "Then, I don't mind What's the reason?"

"Before leaving, the deputy sect master stared at Jing Yuan's face and thought for a long time, and said a name in his mouth. I was wondering if he thought Jing Yuan looked like someone." Yan Lingxi put away "shua". Folding the fan, facing Ning Jingyuan from the air, making a provocative gesture with the fan bones.

Tranquility avoided the other party's gaze, looked down at Li Qingzhou in his arms, and replied indifferently: "If so, then why didn't he act like this when we first met."

"It means that this person, he only remembered it later." Yan Lingxi said with a smile as he turned the folding fan in his palm for a circle.

"Wait." Ning Jingyuan noticed that the carriage seemed to be getting slower and slower, "Woo." Hearing the coachman yelling, the carriage stopped. "This is not a white bamboo forest."

"Ah, ah." Yan Lingxi smiled and picked up the teapot beside the seat, and poured a cup of herbal tea. The slightly emerald water surface had no ripples, "Did I ever say that I would go to the white bamboo forest?"

Li Qingzhou looked outside through the gap in the car window, frowning slightly, "This is..."

"Wushan, Goddess Peak." A strange look flashed in Yanlingxi's gray eyes.

In Dacang in the south of the Yangtze River, the gentle breeze blows through the courtyard, and the sunlight shines through the quartz-carved armillary sphere above the Xingzhu Pavilion, reflecting two figures, one blue and one purple, facing each other five steps away.

Mu Xingying's sky-blue cloak is swaying with the embroidered pattern of the Milky Way star map, and the green bamboo fan in her hand half-hides her face, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes, as sharp as a blade.

Jing Linsheng's purple shirt is like a hibiscus, and the blunt and steady epee in his hand is glowing with ancient golden light. The sharpness is not in his sword, but also in his eyes, showing his sharpness.

Quiet, so quiet that there are only the light movement of the dewdrops blown by the breeze, and the simmering of a cup of warm tea in the pavilion, as if the huge Jiangnan warehouse is a place where thousands of people will die.

"Ha." Jing Linsheng turned his purple sleeves and put away the ancient golden epee, "Does the master not plan to ask a few questions?"

Mu Xingying's green bamboo folding fan twirled, sweeping a gust of wind.After closing the fan, the thin lips parted slightly, and a cold and solemn voice came out, "It must have been the result of the seven-day confrontation by the Tiandu River, which made the swordsman's martial heart agitated, so he couldn't wait to find him while there was no one around. I'll give it a try."

"Hehe, there is no one around? If there is a murderous intention hidden, how can Jing be aware of it? The master is really joking." Jing Linsheng smiled disapprovingly, "If there is no strength, how can we talk about cooperation."

Mu Xingying raised her green sleeves, stepped into the Xingzhu Pavilion, and smiled politely, "The strength has been proven, it's time for me to enter the game."

"Oh? Into the game? The alliance now accounts for [-]% of the martial arts. Only Jiangyuelou, Jianshi faction and Nanyue Jianmeng have not yet joined the alliance and are determined not to join the alliance. Now Ye Fengting's death will shake Jiangyuelou and Jianshi faction. Opposition, for the alliance, wouldn't it be wonderful to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight?" Jing Linsheng walked into the Xingzhu Pavilion while talking, and the two sat on the stone bench facing each other.

Mu Xingying picked up the purple clay pot in front of the stone table and poured two cups of warm tea.A cup was placed on the bamboo tea mat, and slender fingers pushed one of the cups, "Then, the swordsman can help Jiang Yuelou to say a few words in front of the leader, and say that Jiang Yuelou is willing to join the martial arts alliance."

As soon as these words came out, Jing Linsheng raised his eyebrows, twisted his right hand inadvertently, and then let go.

"Ha, the master is joking again." He quietly raised his hand and pushed back the teacup handed to him, "It's nothing to be courteous, it's..."

But Mu Xingying also raised his hand, and when the teacup was pushed to the center of the stone table, he pressed against the other side of the cup, "The Nanyue Sword League has six counties, I will attack it with the main force, and I will give it to the Jianghuai faction with both hands. Nothing. How?"

"If the Jianghuai faction wants to take over the Nanyue Sword League, it's nothing more than searching for something, and they only need the name of being a master." Jing Linsheng smiled contemptuously, and the strength of the two sides' blessing on the teacup was a little bit heavier, and there was a crack on the body of the celadon cup. Yellow tea slowly oozes out.

Mu Xingying's white fingertips seemed to float up a blue mist, and there seemed to be dark blue water flowing into the tea drops, "Oh, is that so?"

Seeing this, Jing Linsheng lightly let go of his hand on the teacup. Mu Xingying picked up another cup of tea in front of her chest with his left hand, and handed it to the former, "Then, how about I give up half of the territory of Jiangnan Road?"

"Ha." Jing Linsheng's sharp eyes seemed to pass Mu Xingying's eyes inadvertently, and then he took the cup of tea, "Jiang Yuelou is so sincere, the alliance will definitely go to a higher level."

Mu Xingying showed a thin smile, which was neither weak nor deep, "Then, as an ally in the future, I also ask the sword master to enlighten me."

"Then." Jing Linsheng also had a strong smile, but Mu Xingying added quickly, "Master Swordsman, don't forget the coaster when drinking tea." After speaking, he handed over the bamboo tea mat in front of him, as if kindly Turn it over.

A cold light flashed in Jing Linsheng's eyes.

On the back of the bamboo and wood tea mat, the three characters "Jiangnan Road" first catch the eye.

"This is a map of the main business veins of Jiangnan Road." Jing Linsheng quickly confirmed the pattern.

Mu Xingying raised his eyebrows, and opened the fan again with a "swish", his stern eyes raised a sense of arrogance, "Then, Master Sword Master, let's talk about the sword fight at the Goddess Peak back then."

The hazy distant mountains are shrouded in a layer of light gauze, like mist and mist, shadowy and shadowy.In the misty clouds and smoke, stands a mountain that looks like a pious worshiping woman, Goddess Peak.

"Ten years ago, in winter and November, at this place, Yunxuanmen and Jianshi faction launched a seven-on-seven battle." Yan Lingxi stood on the fog peak surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds, shaking his dark gray folding fan, Overlooking the mountains of Wushan.

Pianran Xueyi jumped off the carriage, and the edges of the white clothes fell like pear blossoms flying in mid-air. Ning Jingyuan gently put down Li Qingzhou in his arms, "Well, the ten-year Goddess Fengjianjue."

"What I mainly want to talk about is not that matter." Yan Lingxi frowned slightly.

Cheng Tianya got off the carriage and looked far away, "Huh? You can see..."

"White Bamboo Forest." Li Qingzhou squinted and said quietly.

A strange color flashed in Ning Jingyuan's calm eyes, and Yan Lingxi turned around immediately, his eyes showed a strange look, and the two eyes met sarcasticly, "There are at least ten thousand disciples of Yunxuanmen, and there are six sects in the sect. , Xuanbu Yezong, Yanzong, Lieshanzong; Yunbu Xuezong, Frostzong, Fengleizong. Why is there only one disciple of Xuezong?"

"Could it be that there are many other sects?" Cheng Tianya was slightly taken aback.

Yan Lingxi smirked, "There are at least a thousand formal disciples in one sect. Last year, there were 320 members of the Frost Sect of the Yunbu, and 910 and four members of the Fenglei Sect of the Yunbu. There are also more than 6000 people in the Xuanbu."

Tranquility was silent, but Li Qingzhou replied disapprovingly, "My Brother Ning is so good, maybe Senior Liang Shisan only wants to accept him as a disciple!"

"It's reasonable and reasonable. If I were Liang Shisan, I would think so too!" Yan Lingxi laughed a few times, nodded vigorously, and then his face sank, "However, I looked through Xuezong's roster and found that it was recorded ten years ago. There are quite a few official disciples in the school..."

As soon as the topic came out, the folding fans closed together with a "swish", and the handle pointed directly at the silent young man in white.

Ning Jingyuan's calm face flickered for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, he raised his sword eyebrows, his slight anger was like waves in a mirror lake, "You can't have the opportunity to look through Xuezong's roster, you are cheating!" I."

"Ah, ah, I have really read it, but Ben Shaohe once said that I read the book ten years ago." Yan Lingxi's serious expression just now disappeared, and his face was light and cheerful again.

Seeing this, Cheng Tianya snorted coldly, "Liar."

"You guessed right." Tranquility pulled back his white sleeves, and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the mountains surrounded by smoke and mist.

"Ten years ago, apart from him, there were more than 3000 Xuezong people in Shuangbai Ridge, ten miles away from Goddess Peak. None of them survived." Jing Linsheng took a sip of weak tea, but put down the teacup heavily. The flower stone tabletop creaked.

Mu Xingying sneered, "Needless to mention Shuangbai Ridge, you and I both know that there is the White Bamboo Forest. It's just that Liang Shisan, who claims to be righteous in martial arts, did such an inhumane thing."

"Ten years ago, Yunxuanmen, Jianghuai faction and Dumen reached a deal. Yunxuanmen got the cold place in the white bamboo forest, and Jianghuai faction was responsible for building the sword formation. In the sword formation, you can quickly comprehend the seventh sword heart. Therefore, the Sword Six Baiyuan Frost Forest taught by Liang Shisan is actually a counter-practice move. Ning Jingyuan reached the seventh sword heart first, which caused this fake Sword Six to go berserk due to counter-training, and the Changyuan Formation was affected by it and mutated. All three thousand disciples of Xuezong offered sacrifices." Jing Linsheng stroked the bamboo map with his fingers, his eyes wandering over the pattern.

Mu Xingying continued, "Dumen sent two martial arts heirs to raise their sword hearts from Yunxuanmen until they reached the peak of the seventh sword heart. One is Li Qingzhou, and the other is the deceased Mu Xingxuan."

"Yeah." Jing Linsheng's fingertips stopped suddenly, and his eyes floated up, "Is Mu Xingxuan really dead?"

In the dark and quiet Balingyichenju Medical Center, "Boom, boom, boom!" There were terrifying and dull footsteps in the long corridor.

Accompanied by this sound, there was a deep murmur, "Goddess Peak, Goddess Peak, ghost snow is crying ten miles away. Ghost snow is crying, ghost snow is crying, looking at Baizhu Road at a glance. Baizhu Road, Baizhu Road, corpses are still there Come to bind with grievances. Bind with grievances, bind with grievances, no matter how skillful your hands are, they are all useless!"

"Hey." A door in the medical hall opened, and Liang Shisan, who put on a white robe and walked out of the room, had a look of solemnity in his eyes, and lit the candles in the corridor casually.

I saw that the woman with disheveled hair and only plain white coat was walking at the end of the corridor.

"Doctor Feng? Doctor Feng?" Liang Shisan called out to the strange figure, but the figure was still walking forward in a daze, "Goddess Peak, Goddess Peak, ghost snow crying ten miles away... "The chanting didn't stop, it seemed like whispering in a dream.

"Whoosh." The wind blew, and a gust of cool wind blew into the corridor, and the candles that had just been lit were extinguished instantly.

Liang Shisan became vigilant as a martial arts master, he turned around solemnly, and a cold sword energy condensed in his left palm.

At the other end of the corridor, a pale figure stepped in the darkness, chanting, "Be in harmony with the light, relax with time; with scales and wings, thoughts belong to wind and cloud."

"You really came." Liang Shisan was not too surprised, and immediately guessed the person who came, "Today, at Maoshi, the sky above Southern Chu, the purple air of the fairy room, and the clouds piercing the sky. I knew it, you will definitely come."