Sword Cultivation Behavior Map [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

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Quiet moonlight, silent night.

The beautiful blowing snow is ecstatic.

He left, drifting away gracefully and noblely, stepping on the moonlight, stepping on the Dugu Crane's heart that was shattered by the vicious Sword Cultivator's speech.

Perhaps the moonlight is too bright today, or perhaps it is too comfortable to leave Wanmei Villa and the world without Madam Yu. Chuuxue did not return to the inn all night, but drifted away to the small area between the inn and the official road. In the woods, standing on a high branch at the top of the tree, with hands behind their backs, head raised, looking at the sky, the moon has been shining all night.

By the way, when he was basking in the moon, there was a limp Ximen leaf lying on his shoulder.

Since he went out, Ximen Ye has been keeping quiet in his sleeves, either sleeping or pretending to be dead, and he doesn't seem to be running around in the villa at all.

At first, Chuuxue thought it was unaccustomed to the environment, and was worried that it would die before seeing A Jun, but he took it out to see——

Good guy, a red bean-sized lump grew out of its head at some point, and upon closer inspection, it was still light yellow inside.How could this look like he was going to die?

This is about to bloom.

Blowing snow counted the days.The flowering period of ginseng is in June. According to his footsteps and the time needed to kill the Tsingyi Building along the way, when he arrives in the south of the Yangtze River, Ah Jun will be able to see the blooming of Ximen Ye.

But this just happened when he successfully found the Tsing Yi Building, if he delayed for a while, he might miss it.

How can this be?

Ginseng flowers are hard to see, let alone the moving Ximen leaves?

Fuxue is a kind man. His housekeeper, A Fu, taught him since he was a child that a good brotherhood requires caring maintenance, and the best thing is to share the blessings and share the difficulties.

For example, this once-in-a-thousand-year wonder of moving ginseng blooming.

Ah, Fuxue, what a beautiful sword repair man, even God couldn't help but be moved when he saw it.

He was so moved that when he floated down the tree and was going to find Lu Xiaofeng to inquire about the Qingyi Building, he was asked to meet a group of people in Tsingyi in the woods.

Tsing Yi, masked, the man in Tsing Yi who is besieging the three girls.

Take a closer look, good guy, these three girls are still acquaintances I met last night, and they are from the third of the three young and four beautiful.

Oh my god, in broad daylight, the world is bright and bright, there will be people wearing night suits and gang fights.

And the night suit was still black, black that anyone with a little vision could see.

incredible.

This reminded him of the point of view that a certain old man surnamed Yu once said.

As the leader of a generation of Demon Cult, although the stinky old man dresses up as a woman and has been involved in women's associations, it has to be said that he really understands some dark things, such as the essence of assassination.

The old man said that what is important in assassination is never the clothes, but the artistic skills and strength, which can kill everyone who sees it.

Unfortunately, Fubuki doesn't quite understand.But it doesn't matter, he is a sword cultivator, an upright sword cultivator.

He never assassinated, at most he rushed into the villain's den and killed them indiscriminately.

473

As we all know, Fubuki is a top swordsman.

Like many sword cultivators, Fubuki has the most sensitive sixth sense and the most steadfast rules.

His sixth sense told him that the group of people in Tsing Yi in front was exactly what he was looking for.

However, he didn't move.

Because he is a sword repairer, an upright, kind and respectful sword repairer.

As a sword cultivator, it is the most basic rule not to easily intervene in other people's battles.

Of course, if you see the strong bullying the weak, it is inevitable to take action.But this situation is obviously not about the strong bullying the weak, but about three future sword cultivators fighting head-on with a group of people in Tsing Yi.

Fuxue watched, watching the three young girl sword repairers dancing in the crowd with their swords drawn.

Their swords are so light and their bodies are so graceful.Elegantly and effortlessly, he stabbed the people in Tsing Yi in front of him into strings.

Is this Tsing Yi besieging weak girls?No, this is not, this is the random killing of future sword cultivators in order to transform.

In the massacre of desperadoes.

Oh, what a meaningful scene, Fubuki couldn't help being in awe.

For the three beauties who are undergoing a transformation of their swordsmanship, respect them for killing evil and killing evil.

Although their current strength looks so weak, even such a weak person in Tsing Yi has to fight for so long.But it is undeniable that their hearts have already stepped into the realm of sword cultivation, that firm, upright, and bright realm.

At this time, the senior sister who had been transformed for many years was squatting on the tree, and the three under the tree were her junior sisters.

She was taking her juniors out for morning exercises, but unexpectedly, a group of people in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in the grove for morning exercises and attacked them.

Who is the elder sister?Emei's high-quality young swordsman woman, the chief of this generation.Although her swordsmanship is not as top-notch as her Dugu*, she can still be regarded as arrogance to many young heroes in the Jianghu.

A person as powerful as her naturally has her arrogance, so she usually doesn't take it lightly.

Especially facing this group of chicken killers who can be known at a glance to be minions.

The elder sister doesn't know why these minions are attacking them, but she knows that such weak chickens are not worthy of her shot.

So she looked back suddenly, drifting away to the bleak place, the bleak tree trunk that she had long been optimistic about.She wanted to watch from there, watching her equally weak junior sisters practice their hands with their own Tsing Yi.

I have to say that these Tsing Yi people are really weak.Obviously she was so aggressive when she came, but she didn't expect that it was only the number of people who were aggressive, and the real strength was that they could not kill her junior sisters who only knew how to fish all day long after fighting together for so long.

Hey, I really disappointed Jianxiu, the kind of disappointment that makes me feel drowsy even looking at it.

The eldest sister yawned leisurely, and Ximen Ye, who was sitting on Chuuxue's shoulder, also yawned with her mouth open.

It may be that it takes too much energy to grow flower buds on the skull recently. The originally hard ginseng skin of Ximenye has become soft and flabby, and it is smooth and white to the naked eye. It looks like skin when poked, and it will bounce when it is concave stand up.The whole ginseng is always groggy, sleeps all day, except that it does not need to eat, it is like a pig's head the size of a palm.

Just like now, Fubuki poked Ximen Ye's head.

Very good, there was no movement, the flower bones on the skull were hanging down, obviously the pig's head fell asleep again.

Fubuki skillfully stuffed the pig's head Ximenye into his sleeve pocket, and looked up at the rookies who were still fighting fiercely.

At this time, the chickens finally found him, especially the beautiful chicken who ranked second among the Emei sisters.

Her name is Sun Xiuqing, and her girlish heart just ran wild for Chuuxue's beauty last night.However, the bucket of love was too heavy, and it had to stop beating soon after it bumped into it.

She thought the fawn was dead, from the bang of the bucket.But now seeing the male god again, she realizes that she is still too naive, naive enough to think that the little deer in her heart is so fragile.

Yes, it is fragile, but it is also tenacious. Even if it is half dead after being hit hard, it will suddenly jump up in the dying state after seeing the male god, and continue to slam into the girl's soft chest.

Oh, Fubuki, what a handsome man.

If he in the night is like a fairy floating down from the moon palace, then he in the morning light is like a god sitting in the palace of the gods.

Dazzling and eye-catching, proud and inviolable.

Let the girl's heart beat, let the blood of love go crazy.

Looking at such a handsome man under the sun, the second senior sister couldn't help thinking of the works of Jinjiang master she had read.

In that lingering love story, the male protagonist is also so noble and glamorous. He and the female protagonist met on a romantic moonlit night, just like they were last night.

How is the male lead tempted?Second Senior Sister thought about it while ordering Tsing Yi Vegetable Chicken.

That's right, it was the heroine who showed the exciting power of a woman during the siege again.

Oh siege, isn't that exactly the same as it is now?

The second senior sister was shocked immediately, thinking that this was a gifted opportunity.

She couldn't help shaking her delicate body, and her figure became more elegant for a while, and even the arc of her hair fluttering in the air had a beautiful poetic flavor.

At this moment, she is so beautiful, she is so beautiful that she doesn't look like the Tsing Yi Chuanchuan who is killing that chicken, but like dancing, the dance in the palm of the ancient king's heart can't help but tremble.

Seeing such a charming girl, Fubuki couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Puzzled her, why is the second senior sister from Emei even shaking her sword hand?

Is she sick?

Yes, she was sick, a disease called love.

She was so sick that her feet were fluttering and her hands were shaking.But her eyes are still so firm, even though her eyes are slightly red and tears are in the corners of her eyes due to illness and pretended fatigue, she is still so strong.

Like a little white poplar under the moon, it firmly pokes the people in Tsing Yi into dead strings.

She fought and moved, and finally came to Fuxue before the green clothes were all dead, and then staggered and almost fell to the ground.

But she steadied herself, because she was such a strong and beautiful woman, even if she was in a dangerous situation, she was unwilling to expose her fragility.

At this moment, she is no longer the senior sister in Mount Emei, she is a delicate flower blooming in the snow field.Even though the violent wind raged and the cold snow slapped her, she still stood tall, swaying in the bleak wind but never falling down.

Fubuki looked down at her.

She is a bit short, a full head and a half shorter than her senior sister, and she is so petite compared to Fubuki who is already 1.8 meters tall.

It was so small that Fubuki could only see the top of her head when she lowered her eyes.

He should bow his head, in order to see her face.

But he didn't, because he was a sword cultivator, and a real sword cultivator would never bow his head.

He just looked down, at the top of her dark and beautiful head.

Well, jet black, fluffy and fluffy, obviously just washed last night.

The girl raised her head, she is so elegant, her snow-white neck is like a swan, slender and slender.

Her eyes are beautiful, like peach blossoms. Under the early morning sun, there seems to be a shimmering flow, with the unique greenness and softness of a girl.

She gave Fuxue a slanted look, with three points of melancholy, six points of strength, and one point of fragility that seemed to be vague and she didn't want others to find out.

She was asking, Fuxue could tell at a glance.

This look is too familiar to him.In this short period of five years, as long as his annoying father stayed in the villa, he would show up to him at least ten times a day.

Each time has a different purpose, sometimes the sisters on the street call him to go shopping, and he wants Chuuxue to follow him to carry the bag.Sometimes it was a lady who wanted to have a flower viewing feast, and he wanted to take Chuuxue to the banquet.Sometimes it is pure, wanting to make Chuuxue call him daddy.

Ah, Daddy, wearing skirts and beautiful makeup, he calls himself Madam Yu's daddy.

Let me ask, who can say this?

Anyway, Fubuki couldn't shout.Even if Chuuxue is not reticent, even if there is no personality hidden under Mrs. Yu's beauty, that's not enough.

Fuxue has learned to ignore, learned to turn a blind eye to Madam Yu's resentment and frailty.

But this is not seen, it is usually aimed at Mrs. Yu.Facing the weak chicken girl in front of him, Fubuki reluctantly gave her a look out of politeness to the future swordsman.

"Help?" Blowing Snow asked.

The girl's eyes lit up at first, and then quickly dimmed again.She bit her lower lip lightly, not knowing what she thought of, and sighed lightly.

"No." She shook her head, "Although it will be difficult, I think I can handle it."

"You go." She waved her hand pretending to be calm, and said, "I don't want to get involved with you."

Oh, what a considerate girl, who doesn't want to trouble others even when she gets herself into trouble.

She is so self-reliant, and she is not at all different from those weak ladies who come from rich families who stay at home all day long and have to be carried by others when they go shopping.

She is so special.

It is a special dish, but it is also very strong, so special that others can't help but be moved when they see it.

I am so excited that even if I am rejected, I am willing to lend a helping hand.

Fuxue looked at the girl in front of her, then at the man in Tsing Yi who was about to be killed by her junior sisters not far away, and then at the sword in the girl's right hand that was dripping blood.

He thought for a while, and finally stretched out his hand slowly, and gave a thumbs up.

"Oh." He said sincerely, "Then, come on."

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Jianxiu, a straightforward and kind-hearted species.

They are always so sincere, so simple, so simple that they always have trust and respect for others.

Generally do not suspect the kind of homage that others say is a lie.

Fubuki left with confidence in the future sword repair girl.After cheering up his words, he simply floated away without taking a single cloud.

Oh, what a handsome man.

His body was so tall and straight, and his back was so sharp and handsome that the girl who watched him leave couldn't help covering her chest.

She felt, what a familiar suffocation.

It was so familiar that her little deer named Chunxin suddenly bumped into the soft girl's heart.

There was only a bang, and there was no sound from then on.

Weeping.She turned around and ran towards the battlefield, piercing her heart with a backhand to the only remaining man in Tsing Yi.

It was as cold as her heart shattered by the cruel reality.

She is so cold.

From her youthful heart to her young girl's soul, everything is drenched and chilled by the cruel reality that is completely different from what is described in the script.

She was so sad and sad that the third junior sister, who had always been the most caring, came to her after she retracted her sword, and gave her a hug full of comfort.

"I'm broken in love," she said.

"That's normal." Third Junior Sister said, "Who made you fall in love with Ximen Chuuxue?"

"Yes, yes." The little junior sister also patted the second senior sister on the shoulder, "He is the sword god."

Sword God?What about Sword God?The second senior sister didn't know why.

The junior sister sighed, pointed to the senior sister who was sitting on the tree eating melons the whole time, and then raised her eyes to the distant sky.

"The Sword God and the Sword God are gods and the top of the world. Not to mention senior sister, even the top who is willing to bow down." The younger junior sister said in a deep and authentic tone, "Second sister, do you know what this means? ?”

The second sister shook her head.

The younger junior sister smiled meaningfully, "It means that he is not human."

475

"So, you just left like that?" Lu Xiaofeng, who learned about Sixiu's news from Fuxue, stared at his friend of the sword cultivator, and asked such a question from the heart.

Fubuki nodded.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't believe it: "You, just watched a few girls fight against the enemy alone, and then left like that? Don't you even help?"

"Help? Why?" Chuuxue was puzzled, "She said no."

"That's duplicity." Lu Xiaofeng retorted.

Fubuki was even more puzzled.

Duplicity?What it is?As a sword repairer, Fuxue had never heard of it.

But that's not important, what's important is that he knows that the woman named Sun Xiuqing is the future swordsman.

For a sword repairer, even if it is a hard fight, as long as he is unwilling, others will never be allowed to intervene in the battle.

This is the dignity of a swordsman.

However, Lu Xiaofeng, who is not a sword cultivator, does not understand the dignity deeply embedded in the soul of a sword cultivator.

Lu Xiaofeng doesn't understand sword repair, but he understands women.

So, he asked Chuuxue, "You, do you know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Fubuki thought for a while, then nodded again.

Lu Xiaofeng asked again, "Then, why didn't you take action?"

Chuuxue took it for granted, "It's for women to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know why.

Chuuxue said, "But, she is a swordsman."

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The second senior sister, who had just returned to the inn after fighting, stopped suddenly when she heard this.

Her little junior sister also stopped, and held her hand solemnly.

"I was wrong." Junior Sister said deeply.

The third senior sister also came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I thought that the sword god is only because he is not human." The little junior sister was very sad, "but it turns out that he is not only not human."

"He is still a dog."

"Dog Jianxiu's dog."

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The second senior sister, the second senior sister who had just broken up in love and had her female registration removed not long ago, stuffed her nose, swished it, and shed a bitter tear from the corner of her eye on the spot.

Thank you, it was indeed a dog.

Blowing snow.