I am a madman

Chapter 10 A Gentleman Presents a Sword

Luck is in the whole body, separating the overwhelming white snow and blocking the energy of the man in the ice.

When the white snow fell to the ground, and the sight was clear again, Yuefeng called out in surprise: "Master Hidden Front Cliff?"

The man didn't respond, he just raised his head slightly to look at the vast sky, from the perspective of Mingyu and Yuefeng, he could only see the corners of his lips pursed lightly.

Frowning, with such an astonishing aura in just one encounter, Ming Yu was not sure whether this junior in the world would be so strong that even he couldn't handle it.

After all, this person fought against Tsinghua, and Tsinghua died because of him. I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to keep calm in front of this person.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should turn around and leave, the man finally moved.

The stagnant air around him was suddenly driven by him, and he turned around slowly. As a result, the black hair changed its dancing direction, sweeping the man's face and neck in strands. The shining hair should be extremely cold, making people even brush it on the skin. As bone-chilling as one can imagine.

The man's cold, ice-blue eyes fixed on Xia Mingyu.

The sky and the earth are boundless, the ancient snow is flying, on Wumingfeng, the highest point in the world, because of Qinghua's death, Zangfeng and Xia Mingyu met.

The gust of wind that blows, like the distant song played by the long flute in the vicissitudes of life, belongs to this world, and belongs to the people who stand at the top of this world.

The light-colored thin lips moved slightly, and Zang Feng spat out two cold and waveless words: "Feng Ge."

Xia Mingyu was confused when he heard that, and asked, "What?"

With a flip of his wrist, he put Jianfeng behind his back, stepped in front of Xia Mingyu, and looked down at him silently.

Xia Mingyu was upset, he was extremely tall, and he was originally a standout among the crowd, but he didn't expect that Zangfeng was half a head taller than him, making him have to raise his neck slightly to watch at close range.

When he approached, a cold fragrance wafted over, the smell was very similar to the mixture of green tea and jasmine, and it was cold and very refreshing.

Zang Feng's tone was still cold, but instead of answering Xia Mingyu's question, he said, "Name."

It was two more words, but it was obviously an inquiry this time. Although Xia Mingyu was a little dissatisfied with this man's extremely reticent behavior, he still answered: "Xia Mingyu."

If people don't want to talk nonsense, then he won't talk about anything else.

Zang Feng nodded, his lips moved, and he spit out two words: "Zang Feng."

Mingyu couldn't bear this back and forth, he was born eloquent, he talked a lot, it was too painful to interact with a person who could not speak without speaking, let alone this man who doesn't like words took the initiative to strike up a conversation .

His face was a little dark, and he said with some sarcasm: "Who doesn't know the name of the Lord of the Dead Bamboo Cliff? Master Zang Fengya knows who you are even if you don't introduce Mingyu. , if people in the Jianghu know about it, I am afraid that the name of Cliff Lord will shake the Jianghu even more."

Hearing what he said, Zang Feng didn't even change the corners of his eyes, he was indifferent to all the hidden meanings in his words, and just said: "Where is Tsinghua University?"

Seeing him asking Tsinghua, Mingyu frowned even more tightly, showing a little resentment, and seeing Zang Feng's expressionless face, he felt angry welling up, and he flicked his long sleeves: "Tsinghua was back when he sealed the ice for the cliff master. Then the fragrance will disappear and the jade will die, and now I will sleep forever in the courtyard where I grew up!"

Zang Feng's face remained unchanged, he just nodded again, and said coldly: "So, let's pay homage on the way."

As soon as these words came out, Ming Yu was so angry that his chest was suffocated. He gave Zang Feng a hard look, turned around, and jumped down the ten thousand zhang snow peak. Then disappeared.

Seeing that he simply left, Yue Feng was very embarrassed, just opened his mouth to explain to Zang Feng, but when he looked back, how could there be anyone else?

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With an extremely gentle face, Mingyu came to Tsinghua's tomb again, stood with his hands down, and stared intently.

He could always feel Tsinghua's proud but soft gaze, as if he and her were not separated by an insurmountable yin and yang, but face to face, looking at each other without speaking.

In a trance, she could hear her clear and clear words: "Fool, I am here."

Tsinghua's figure, no matter whether he turned his head sideways, turned around, twirled, or stood upright facing him, all of them kept appearing in his eyes and circling in his mind.

Tears were no longer shed, Mingyu only smiled lightly, and joked with her: "Tsinghua, you disappeared like smoke, but you left the deepest imprint on my mind, even if I drink Mengpo soup from now on, I will still be there. It’s hard to get rid of your shadow.”

He tilted his head with a wry smile, and said with a sigh: "Forget it, for what I owed you, I should use this unforgettable memory to repay."

Just when he was sad alone, Zang Feng stood beside him silently, slightly lowered his head to look at the crystal clear ice tomb in the sun, and kept silent.

Ming Yu never turned his head to look at him, but asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

No one answered.

Mingyu didn't bother to wait for his answer, so he stretched out his hand to untie the sapphire wine gourd from his waist, took two steps forward, swung his wrist, and poured the fragrant wine on the cemetery.

He fastened his belt with one hand, raised the gourd with the other and drank it with his head up!

The breeze blew, messing up his long fiery red hair, covering his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and the wine slipped down the corners of his lips, which made people have the illusion that it was tears.

But his brows and eyes were covered, and no one could tell whether it was the tears or the wine, or whether the tears and the wine had long been fused together.

His shoulders trembled slightly, he brushed his face with his sleeves, and grabbed his hair back with his hands, combing it along the direction of the wind, showing an inexplicable sense of chic and desolation.

The wine gourd never returned to his waist, Mingyu squatted down, leaned the gourd carefully beside the ice monument, and said with a smile: "Tsinghua, you like this gourd the most, and I will keep it as your companion. happy?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Tsinghua University for a long time before standing up reluctantly, turning around and crossing the Zangfeng, heading towards the main entrance of the Snow Mountain Palace.

Zang Feng still looked at him silently, his figure turned as he left, but at the next moment he heard his voice transmission: "Bi Luo Huang Quan is in Zhang Blacksmith's shop in Yangzhou, Cheng Yuheng and Nie Feng are dead, please let me pass the news to you." with you."

He remained silent, but when he saw Xia Mingyu's figure disappear, he moved, and looked carefully at the black sword in his hand.

He held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and wiped the hilt with his right hand. When he took his hand away, there were already two words on the black sword: "Feng Ge."

His tone was calm, but with an inexplicable ease, he said to the imposing black long sword: "From now on, you are Fengge."

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Xia Mingyu didn't expect that Zang Feng would be so difficult to deal with.

No sound, no rude behavior, just follow him from a distance, stop when he stops, walk when he walks, follow fast when he is fast.

Ben was still in a hurry to go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion in the capital to pick up Song Wanyue, but now being followed by Zang Feng, how would he go?

You can't bring a stranger to Lao Ba's house, it would be too dangerous.

After thinking for a long time, he tried to get rid of Zang Feng, but failed every time.

Mingyu hid in a dense forest, and saw that the Tibetan front hadn't entered the forest in the distance, so he immediately took up his carefree steps and ran wildly!

But he didn't expect that when he ran for more than an hour and got dizzy and got out of the woods, he saw Zang Feng in front, holding the black long sword in his hand, looking at him expressionlessly.

He was extremely embarrassed, with a few faint green leaves hanging in a mess on his fiery red hair, he opened his mouth funny and stared at Zang Feng, gnashing his teeth and wanting to swallow him.

Seeing that Zang Feng was still silent, he turned around with a cold snort and wanted to go back into the woods, but he heard a sudden sentence from behind him: "There is a battle in the forest, this road is blocked."

Hearing this, he was so angry that he almost fainted, and after a long time there was a ecstasy formation in the forest, he just circled around for an hour and returned to his original position!

Unable to hold back any longer, he cursed: "Why didn't you say it earlier!?"

"You didn't ask me." Zang Feng replied as a matter of course.

He was so swallowed that he couldn't speak, Ming Yu stared at him firmly, thinking: I didn't ask you so I didn't say anything, and I've been waiting here for an hour, just to see my jokes!

Feeling aggrieved, he tightly shut his mouth, decided not to say a word to the bastard, shook his head and walked in the other direction.

After walking for about two hours, I saw the surging water of the river, which was extremely magnificent, and the sound of rumbling waves seemed to shake people's hearts.

As a disciple of Jiuxiao Palace, who inherited Taoism, standing by the river and listening to the sound of the waves, he seemed to have an epiphany.

Close your eyes slightly, let your thoughts go, and your inner power will turn around with your heart, and the meridians have a tendency to expand.

He practiced martial arts at the age of five, and he has practiced orthodox Taoist internal skills since he was a child. In addition, he has a kind heart and kindness, and can always be enlightened among flowers, plants, birds and insects. Therefore, there has never been a more talented person than him in Jiuxiao Palace for 200 years.

After practicing martial arts for more than [-] years, the strength of meridians is no longer comparable to that of ordinary martial arts masters.

Even so, in fact, Mingyu has not made much progress in 20 years. His skills have basically improved by leaps and bounds when he was young. He interacted with various people and encountered various events in the world. All get tough workouts.

It was also during that youth that his appearance suddenly stopped changing, and once he entered the realm of perfection, he would remain beautiful for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, when I came out this time, I met Song Wanyue who had suffered a family rebellion, and had a heart-to-heart friendship with her. After that, I visited my old friend, the Eighth Prince, and then went into the snow mountain to learn that Tsinghua was dead. Comprehension surged up in my heart.

The sound of the rumbling waves was like a bell on the top of the tower, ringing his long silent thoughts.

The heroic feeling suddenly arises, the heart is clear, and there is an epiphany.

Looking at the driftwood on the bank, he stretched out his palm and hit it. The roots of the driftwood flew up and fell on the water in a vertical direction. Thanks to his inner strength, he was not washed away by the fierce river water!

With a long roar, he jumped up, touched the driftwood with his feet, and galloped away like a crane flying into the sky!

The raging waves that can swallow cities and destroy towns can't stop this chic crane at all. From a distance, he can only see his red hair swaggering around!

Zang Feng watched him jump across the river, silently, but there was a strange light in his ice blue eyes.

This river is characterized by turbulence. Crossing the river depends on the rope connecting the two banks. The boatman pulls the rope and row the boat across the river.

At this time, the boatman who grew up here was pulling a boat of guests past.

They saw driftwood flying past very quickly on the opposite bank, and then a long howl came, and a young man with fiery red hair brushed past them!

A group of people exclaimed, and looked back quickly, only to see the young man standing firmly on the shore, patting the dust on his body that had never been stained, and turning around, he smiled brightly at this side.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The young man smiled proudly, and the sound of haha ​​crossed the river, the young man looked at the opposite side, and viciously raised his middle finger!

And both hands are raised at the same time...

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers in a daze, and saw a man in white clothes fluttering, holding a black sword, staring at the opposite side with a frosty face.

The man had a pair of extremely beautiful and extremely cold ice blue eyes.

A smile suddenly appeared on the man's icy face.

Like a flash in the pan, everyone was stunned, including the young man.

The man flipped his wrist, and pointed the long sword across the bank with an ear-piercing buzz!

He threw up the sword with his right hand, stroked his left hand hidden in his sleeve, and the long sword came out through the air!Like a potential dragon coming out of an abyss, the roar of the dragon is deafening!

That pitch-black long sword galloped across the river!The man jumped up, stepped on the black sword with an ethereal figure, and jumped into the air with a light tap of his toes!

The black sword slowed down, but it was still as powerful as a bamboo!

The man flew very far, Hei Jian followed him, and unexpectedly came to his feet, borrowing his strength again!Take off!

He easily jumped ashore in three or two strokes, and stood in front of the red-haired boy.

The black sword crashed into the boulder beside it, leaving only the hilt!

The boy still maintained the posture of raising his middle fingers with both hands, and looked at the man stupidly with his mouth open.

The expressionless man's faint smile never disappeared. Without speaking, he walked a few steps to the side of the boulder, holding the hilt of his sword with his slender right hand.

As if pulling a knife out of tofu, he pulled out the black sword in one stroke.

He walked back again, took the boy's hand with the middle finger up, spread his palm, and put the sword into the boy's hand.

Ming Yu stared blankly at the sword in his hand, then looked up at Zang Feng.

Zang Feng tilted his head slightly, his jet-black hair brushed against his ice-blue eyes, and the faint smile on the corners of his lips was very beautiful.

He said: "This is Feng Ge, here it is."

Mingyu looked down at the word "Feng Ge" deeply embedded on the sword, feeling confused and didn't know what to do.

He pushed with both hands, put the sword back into Zang Feng's hand, and refused: "I don't want it."

Zang Feng was puzzled, there was no disappointment or anger in his ice blue eyes, just a little doubt, he spit out two words: "Why?"

"This is your sword, why should I take it for no reason?" Ming Yu turned around and was about to leave, not wanting to talk to him.

But he didn't want his hand to be grabbed suddenly, with great force, pulling him back violently.

The light in Zang Feng's eyes was firm, and he put the sword back in his hand again: "Here you are."

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