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Clouds and mountains are shrouded in mist, and there is snow that has not melted for years in Chunyang Palace.

22 years in the mountains... Now it is finally time to say goodbye.

Liao Yungui tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, the iron was cold, and the blade was deep in heart, which was an irreplaceable sense of security.But with the evil sword in his hand, he once thought that he was not afraid of the world and evil spirits, but people have the seven emotions and six desires, how can they be invincible?

In the final analysis...he was defeated by his own demons.

The snow wind blew past, raising the long hair of the white robe, and quickly returned to calm.

"Brother!!!" A voice came from behind eagerly, "Where are you going?"

Liao Yungui stopped in his tracks, but did not turn his head back: "...advancement is hindered, going down the mountain to practice and experience may be helpful."

"You can retreat and cultivate in Chunyang, so why do you have to go down the mountain?"

Liao Yungui sighed silently, then turned around: "Jing Xing, that's impossible."

Luo Jingxing, who was chasing after him, stared wide-eyed: "What's impossible? In short, senior brother, you are not allowed to leave! Ah Yan also said that he would ask you for lessons on piano skills... and the younger brothers and sisters, all hope that the senior brother will teach them personally Swordsmanship!"

Yes, what is impossible?

Liao Yungui looked at the young man not far away, a gentle and handsome man, with a smile like a spring breeze in March, the junior he brought up with one hand, but he chose Luo Jingxing of Zixia Gong in the two ways of sword qi.

The sword qi of Chunyang Palace is a branch, the sword is Taixu Sword Intent, good at melee combat; Qi is Zixia Gong, good at long-distance attack.

"Choose Zixia, if the senior brother is in danger in the future, I can go to the mountains and rivers for the senior brother!"

The jokes in the past were probably just casual to Luo Jingxing, but Liao Yun took them into his heart.Year after year, he watched his beloved junior grow up and gradually become stronger, follow him to fight for justice, eliminate evil and support good, cooperate seamlessly, and always connect with each other.

Everyone said that Chunyang's Xue was extremely cold, but he felt that this place was the warmest.

He was fascinated by the warmth of being in the rivers and lakes, and he forgot the length of life in this world. He may not be the one person Luo Jing can't live without.

And that predestined person appeared almost when Liao Yungui was caught off guard—the girl Ayan from Wanhua Valley, who was elegant and heart-warming, had captured Luo Jingxing's entire body and mind the first time they met.

This is probably the thing that Liao Yungui regrets the most - he went to Qingyan Ten Thousand Flowers Valley at the invitation of his old friend.

Liao Yungui watched with his own eyes a pair of young people who knew each other, the fingers in the sleeves of their robes were curled up and then let go, let go and curled up again, unwilling to be willing to dare to be afraid of all kinds of turbulent waves, he could only say: "Congratulations, junior brother."

He forgot that the two paths of sword energy generate and restrain each other, in addition to Zhenshanhe who protects each other with his life, there is also the fusion of swords and swords that hurt others and himself.

It is an incomprehensible and cruel punishment to be unable to love, but to see each other every day.

He really can't afford to let it go.

"The phoenix tail in the senior brother's room... is just a parting gift for Miss A Yan." Liao Yungui turned and left without stopping.

In this Chunyang Palace, there is a vast expanse of white snow, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, and all the lingering things are buried in it without a trace.

From now on, there is no time to turn back.

Leaving Chunyang Palace, Liao Yungui went all the way south and arrived in Yangzhou not long after.

He didn't have any purpose, he just walked around casually. The prosperity and bustle in this rich city was completely different from the environment he was used to, but it exudes a warm worldly atmosphere, which made him feel envious.

He is an orphan who grew up in the Pure Yang Palace. He has no father or mother, no brothers and no sisters, and his blood is poured into the sword in his hand.The master once said that he was "too hard to break, and the extreme of wisdom will be hurt", but he couldn't change it.

Liao Yungui, Chunyang's "Quexie Sword", is hard to beat in the world's fast swords.

He does not show mercy to others, nor does he show mercy to himself. Even if he encounters an extremely difficult enemy, he will only fight with his life, will not retreat, and will not be weak.

Originally, he felt that Luo Jingxing's appearance probably meant that the heavens were willing to take care of him and give him a chance to slow down.

Now it seems that it was just a joke.

"Place your bet! Those who bet on the Young Hero of the Hidden Sword, please go here, and those who bet on the Young Hero of the Beggar Gang, please go here!"

The enthusiastic yelling attracted Liao Yungui's attention. He looked up and found several layers of people crowded around the arena outside the city, applauding constantly, but it turned out that it was a martial arts competition on the stage, which should be a bit exciting.

There was nothing left and right, so Liao Yungui simply squeezed in, intending to take a casual look.

"It's a pleasure to meet you at Hidden Sword Villa." The young man in gold-rimmed yellow clothes on the ring bowed his hands, "Please."

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are clear, not sharp, but very gentle. It can be seen that he has a first-class family background and a good upbringing, which is indeed in line with Cangjian Villa's usual style of "a gentleman in this life".

After the greetings, the two sides played against each other.

Liao Yungui looked at it for a while, and found that this disciple of Tibetan swords and his own swordsmanship are the same way: fast.

It's not fancy, it's not procrastinating, and it doesn't have any superficial skills at all, because every sword is a real damage.

——It seems that the number of people from the Tibetan Sword Sect that Liao Yungui met before is not the same.

The Que Xie sword on his back suddenly roared slightly.

Liao Yungui withdrew his relaxed expression, looked around without any trace, then walked out of the crowd silently, and walked towards the secluded woods.

Two ghostly figures flashed past behind the rocks near the ring, and disappeared in an instant.

"You two come from afar, don't you want to show yourself?" Liao Yungui held the Que Xie sword, and under his feet was a dreadful scene of Tai Chi and Tun Sun Moon, within the aura, murderous intent was everywhere.

No one answered him, the solitary leaves were flying in the woods, and the place where the gentle sunlight of Yangzhou City couldn't shine, the slaughter of blood and crime was quietly brewing.

"The dog of the Haoqi League, go to hell!" With a roar, the two swords of cold light were in front of him!

Liao Yun didn't even try to block, he directly pierced the chest of the nearest enemy with his sword, and when the warm blood splashed on his cheek, the cold knife just reflected the cold and ruthless eyes of the priest in white.

The one who came was Mingjiao from the Valley of the Evil, and the two of them were good at hiding and ambush.

The seriously injured enemy is not dead yet, they are still attacking with all their might—if they die, they will be able to pull the Haoqi League and Xiejian together, then it will be considered a profit!

The wounds on his body were gradually increasing, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning.

He is never afraid to fight more with less.

Either fight or die!

While they were stalemate, suddenly a gust of sword wind came, and someone laughed and said: "In broad daylight, two beating one, it's really unbearable."

Liao Yungui turned his head in surprise, and saw an elegant golden color.

The young Tibetan sword disciple I met in the Yangzhou ring not long ago stood behind him holding a sword, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Let me come and learn about your Mingjiao's famous double swords!"

When the sword comes out, it is as startling as a swimming dragon, without a sharp edge but great skill.

Even though the young swordsman's swordsmanship is still immature, but this fast sword style that fits Liao Yungui very well, unexpectedly made their first cooperation extremely enjoyable.

The Mingjiao who made a sneak attack didn't get any benefits, instead, one died and the other was injured, and returned home in defeat.

And Ye Youqi stood in the sparse shadow of the trees, thrust the epee into the ground, smiled and cupped his hands and said to him: "Cangjian Villa Ye Youqi, brother is good at swordsmanship!"

The young man with a gentle and elegant appearance, with a three-pointed smile, has surpassed the spring of the city.

A long time later, when Liao Yungui recalled Ye Youqi at this time, he felt as if his heart was being stabbed.

If the sky is merciful, he is willing to give everything he has, and Ye Youqi smiles at him like the first time.