Looking for plums under the moon

Two young men with swords were standing under the Bodhi tree, one with arms folded and smiling, the other with a frosty face.

"Please..." The sneering smile on Liu Feimo's lips gradually deepened, and as soon as the words fell, the two shot almost at the same time.

With a sound of 'Zeng', the three-foot Qingfeng came out of its sheath. No one could see who stabbed the first sword. They only felt a silver light flashing in front of them, and their eyes were like needle stings.

The sound of weapons being exchanged was endless, the two figures interlaced, and the dazzling sword shadow shone coldly in the snow that was as big as cotton wool.

Liu Feimo's swordsmanship is more about momentum, and each sword strives to exert its maximum power. Even if the opponent tries his best to block, he will definitely be injured by his overbearing sword posture.

It was difficult for Shen Luo to completely escape the range of the opponent's sword energy. After a few moves, his left arm was already aching.Remembering that Ling Guyue had just bandaged his wound in the morning, she held up one hand and dealt with Liu Feimo's attack with one hand.

"Are you humiliating me?" Liu Feimo asked with a sneer after a very brief collision of blades, his eyes filled with chill.

Shen Luo remained silent, turned the hilt of the sword with his backhand for a circle, raised his two fingers, and flicked away the sword that was attacking his throat, caught the sword again, and stabbed him under the ribs.

Liu Feimo snorted softly, blocking his attack, and suddenly slashed at his left arm with a sword, as if deliberately forcing him to use both hands.

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The people sitting on the high platforms all around could hear clanging swords in their ears, and couldn't hear what the two of them said at all.I saw that Liu Feimo's sword was fierce, but his intention was not to attack Shen Luo's vital points, but to attack Shen Luo's left hand again and again.

Shen Luo fought with one hand, but he didn't lose the wind. He easily avoided Liu Feimo's attack, and even took the opportunity to counterattack.

"I didn't expect Shen Luo to be so conceited that he dared to fight with one hand. Could it be that he is fully sure that he can defeat Liu Feimo?"

"Although Liu Feimo has fought against three top masters, he still has a back move. I don't know which one will be stronger when the Wangxin Sword Technique confronts the Pingchuan Mind Technique..."

"If Shen Luo has practiced the Pingchuan mental method to the tenth level, he might win... But Gu Huasong has spent decades and can't do it, his disciples can achieve it?"

On the other hand, they were talking enthusiastically, but Ling Guyue and Qingzhu frowned. They knew well that Shen Luo's left arm was injured, and if they fought for a long time, they would definitely lose to Liu Feimo.

But the disciples behind them didn't know it, they thought that Shen Luo had a chance to win, and they wanted to dispel Liu Feimo's arrogance, so they looked relaxed and didn't care much.

Seeing Ling Guyue staring at the field without blinking, Lin Jue said: "You have also seen that, with his skill, it is not difficult to win, why are you so nervous?"

"Yes, senior brother, don't worry, Brother Shen will definitely defeat that Liu Feimo!" Xiao Qiu was full of confidence.

Ling Guyue shook her head, not knowing how to explain it, thinking that speaking out would only make everyone more worried, so she pursed her lips and said nothing, just lowered her eyes and tightly clenched the Flowing Sword in her hand.

Fan Shiyao held his face in his hands and said in a daze: "I didn't expect Shen Luo to be so young, but his martial arts are so high. It would be great if I could be like him."

Xiao Qiu turned around and asked, "Sister Shiyao, why do you want such good martial arts? Could it be that you also want to dominate the martial arts world?"

Fan Shiyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a hint of freedom in his eyes, "Who said that martial arts can only be practiced to dominate the martial arts world? Isn't it okay to protect the most important person?"

"Oh...so that's the case! Who does Sister Shiyao want to protect..."

Ling Guyue was startled, he didn't hear clearly how Fan Shiyao answered, but suddenly remembered the conversation with Shen Luo that night by the nameless lake.At that time, he thought what the person in front of him was thinking, so he asked him the meaning of martial arts, is it to follow his own preferences, or to look down on the world?He said neither.

Neither, so why?

Could it be, as Fan Shiyao said, to protect the most important person?

Ling Guyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, she cast her gaze on the black figure in the snow, and sighed softly.

The two sword qis on the field kept colliding, almost splitting the void into two halves.

Shen Luo jumped up, stepped on the bodhi tree, and stabbed Liu Feimo with his strength.

The opponent didn't dare to be careless, but he also wanted to probe his bottom, so he didn't dodge immediately, swung his sword horizontally, and obstinately took the sword.

Both of them used [-]% of their skills, and the sword blades collided clangingly, sparking a series of sparks, accompanied by a violent impact.

This force caused the two of them to retreat a few steps each, and the slush under their feet was flying, dragging out two long dents, and they both leaned on their swords to stabilize their figures.

Liu Feimo panted and looked at him, "Have you been injured?"

Shen Luo looked at his left arm, only to find a meandering bloodstain hanging on his wrist, dripping down to the ground along his fingertips, drop by drop, like red plums reflecting snow.

"Very good... It seems that you don't intend to leave here alive today, so I will help you!" Liu Feimo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he wiped the sword with two fingers, urging the internal energy of his whole body to condense on the edge of the sword .In an instant, the wind and snow lingered around the snow-white sword body.

"Forget Heart and Jue Chen!" Liu Feimo shouted loudly, and the sword in his hand flew towards Shen Luo with an invincible momentum.

The light of the sword is like a mirror, reflecting a faint cold light, clearly reflecting the deep and sharp eyebrows.

This sword, Liu Feimo is sure to win, he smiled complacently, "Shen Luo, you are the first person to force me to use the Wangxin swordsmanship..."

There was a sound of piercing through the air, but Shen Luo was not in a hurry to dodge. When the sword's edge was half a foot away from the mouth, coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He finally stretched out his left hand, and saw that he squeezed his three fingers together and pinched the sword tightly. The blade was hanging three inches from his heart, humming unwillingly, but again Can't move forward.

"Impossible!" Liu Feimo saw that he broke the sword easily, and immediately became furious, he raised his hand and slapped the hilt of the sword, intending to forcefully wedge it into Shen Luo's chest.

Shen Luo's left hand had already been cut by the sword blade, and it was torn and deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, but he didn't care, he still held the sword tightly and refused to let go, while the other hand held the cold light sword. In front of him, with a sudden turn of his wrist, the blade as thin as a spring leaf turned towards Liu Feimo, the sound of the sword was mighty, like a dragon singing and a phoenix crowing, pressing towards him with overwhelming suffocation, the sword intent was overwhelming, as if about to The entire Buddha Heart Gate was submerged.

"This is... the tenth level of Pingchuan's mental method, carrying it through to Huangquan!" Someone on the high platform stood up in surprise.

quick!quick!quick!

Liu Feimo had never seen such a fast sword, he could only see afterimages like gossamer, weaving into a tight net, wrapped in a strong killing intent, like a raging wind and waves, dragging him into the deep water and undercurrent.And he could only rely on instinct to avoid a little bit of sword energy, like a falcon trapped in the bottom of the water, with sharp hooks and claws, but no power to parry.

Just as he was about to launch a powerful blow, Liu Feimo suddenly noticed something that made his hair stand on end. There was something pressing down on his neck, and it was extremely cold, even ten times colder than the snow in this cold winter's twelfth lunar month.

He has been forced to the edge of the arena, and there is no way out behind him. The back of his neck is burning hot. If the man pushes harder, his neck will be ripped apart.

Shen Luo placed the sword on Liu Feimo's shoulder, pointing at the weak spot on his neck, "You lost."

Liu Feimo turned his head and looked up along the cold light sword. Shen Luo's back was facing the Canglong Terrace, and his complexion was not much better. There was a stream of blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, which he quietly wiped away.

"Shen Luo, you are indeed very strong, I remember you..." Liu Feimo sheathed his sword, glanced at Canglongtai when he left, his eyes fell on Fan Shiyao, his thin lips curled slightly, and he let out a cry sneer.

Seeing him board the White Tiger Terrace, Shen Luo lowered his head to check his injuries. His left hand was bleeding profusely, staining the thin snow at his feet red, and trembling uncontrollably.He tried to shake it, but there was no strength left.

Shen Luo quietly wiped his hands on the corner of his clothes with his hands behind his back, and then walked back slowly.

Ling Guyue's eyes followed him closely.

A few steps away, Shen Luo smiled at the man, and comforted softly: "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ling Guyue didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand to hold his uninjured right hand, and pulled him to her side.

Under the bodhi tree, Hong Sheng, the abbot of the Buddha Heart Sect, declared: "Amituofo, Shen Shaoxia is young and promising, and his swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. Since no one from the 36 sects is going to participate, the leader of this year's martial arts conference is Pingchuan Shenluo. have opinions?"

Everyone on the stage was still immersed in the turbulent sword shadow just now, but at this moment they all shook their heads in admiration.

The abbot continued: "Since it is a martial arts conference held at the Buddha Heart Gate, our sect should show some respect as a landlord. The poor monk has already discussed with the elders of the sect, and intends to invite Shen Shaoxia to come to my Buddhist scripture pavilion to study Buddhism for three days. "

As soon as this remark came out, all four were shocked. You must know that the Sutra Pavilion of the Buddha Heart Gate is not only a place where thousands of Buddhist scriptures are placed, but also a place where the secret books of the world are collected and people in the world are fascinated.

Shen Luoyao nodded to him, "Thank you."

The abbot clasped his hands together, and there was neither sadness nor joy between his brows, "Amituofo, then in two days, the door will be swept away to wait for Shen Shaoxia."

Back at the inn, Shen Luo recuperated for two days, except for the physical injuries, he was almost healed.

Ling Guyue was concerned about the ten-direction forbidden technique on him, so she discussed it with Fan Shiyao, and went to the suburbs of Pingnan to fetch raw water early in the morning, and then rushed to Jiaochen Pavilion.

Shen Luo was recuperating in bed, Ling Guyue didn't want to disturb him, so she wanted to pack her luggage first and talk to him later in the evening.While packing up, I heard someone knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Shen Luo walked in, saw a bundle on his bed, frowned and asked, "Senior brother is leaving?"

Ling Guyue said "hmm", "The King of Red Medicine urgently needs raw water to irrigate, otherwise it will wither soon. I want to find raw water and go back to Jiaochen Pavilion."

"I'm going with my brother."

Ling Guyue walked to the wooden cabinet, heard the words and said with a smile: "The Buddha Heart Gate wants to keep you for a few days.

Shen Luo frowned, and followed closely behind him, "I'm worried about Senior Brother."

"I'll go back as soon as I get the Red Medicine King..." Ling Guyue took out the clothes from the cabinet, and when she turned around, her hair just brushed the tip of Shen Luo's nose. The two of them were really close, and they could clearly feel the To each other's warm breath.

Shen Luo stood in front of him and said in a muffled voice, "But I don't want to be separated from senior brother for a day."

Ling Guyue's heart moved, she pressed against his shoulder, and suddenly pushed him onto the wooden cabinet behind her.

Shen Luo watched him approaching gradually, his eyes gradually darkened.

Unexpectedly, Ling Guyue just moved closer to his ear, lowered her voice and said: "Junior Brother, be obedient."

Shen Luo only felt a tingling sensation spread from his ears to his limbs.

After Ling Guyue said this, she backed away, holding the clothes she took out of the closet in her hands, and smiled slightly: "Maybe I will go back first, and I will wait for you in Pingchuan."

Just as he was about to turn around and put his clothes on the bed, the person behind him grabbed his wrist and pulled it lightly, and the two changed positions instantly.

Ling Guyue was pressed on the cabinet by him, the clothes in her hand slipped to the ground, just about to push him away, a kiss fell.

"Well……"

In the past few days, Ling Guyue took the initiative, she wanted to make a joke with Shen Luo, but unexpectedly, he turned her back.

Shen Luo sucked those two soft lips, gently pried open his teeth, slipped the tip of her tongue into it, and started to swim in his mouth.

Ling Guyue didn't struggle, she closed her eyes obediently, and raised her arms to hug him.

Sensing Ling Guyue's response, Shen Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he also put his arms around his waist, slowly stroking his waist with his fingertips.

There was a hot feeling in the hearts of the two of them, and their breathing became more and more rapid, as if something was about to burst out from the touching skin.

Ling Guyue's face was flushed by his touch, and she thought to herself: Although I had read that bastard's erotic book before, how can I remember so much at this moment... I still have old wounds on my body, if I add new wounds because of it, I don't know what to do good time...

What Shen Luo thought was: this is the first time for senior brother, there is neither gel cream nor brocade quilt soft pillow, if it hurts senior brother...it must be...

Just when the desire in the eyes of the two people was getting stronger, but they were both at a loss, there was a strange noise outside the door.

The author has something to say: Outside the door: I heard that someone is engaging in pornography?