stepping on the moon and asking green hills

He had an impression the moment the man raised his eyes just now, after all, these were the most memorable eyes he had ever seen.

Good-looking is one thing, he has seen many good-looking eyes, but this pair is like the stars shining in the night, and the moonlight is reflected on the ripples on the lake, it is different from those eyebrows that are so breathtakingly beautiful and looking forward to shine , these eyes grab people's mind without saying a word, and then return it to you lightly, hitting the tip of your heart.

It seems that you can be moved by looking at yourself in his eyes.

He stood not far away blocking that person's way, opened a folding fan and fanned it leisurely in front of him, dressed in white clothes not stained with dust, and smiled faintly with curled lips.

The man was forced to stop, the veil in front of him moved with the wind and was almost lifted, he lowered his head and stretched out his hand to brush it, his knuckle index finger rested on the brim of the hat and pinched the veil, this action taught Tang Yun to say a word Swallowed it back.

Naturally, Bai Qiuling had long forgotten that he had a chance to "bump" with the person in front of him, so he took two steps towards him and prepared to continue on his way, but he almost bumped into the folding fan of that person again.

He raised his head, and Tang Yun could vaguely see his jaw and his tight thin lips through the light veil.

"This one——" Tang Yun withdrew his hand and opened the folding fan again, tilting his head to try to see the face under the hat clearly, regardless of whether his behavior was frivolous or disrespectful, he raised his hand to challenge the frivolity in front of others yarn.

Bai Qiuling immediately took half a step back, raised his sword hand to block his fan, and reminded him coldly, "Your Excellency."

Tang Yun raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand resentfully, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Only then did Bai Qiuling take a closer look at him, and looked him up and down before slowly putting down the sword.Just when Tang Yun was shaking his fan and was about to have a conversation with him, he flew out of Tang Yun's head without warning.

"So light."

Tang Yun turned around and looked at the direction in which the smear of moonlight flew away, closed his fan and tapped it on the palm of his hand, and chased after him with a chuckle.

In this rivers and lakes, there is no lightness skill that is as fast as stepping on the moon and chasing clouds.

Tang Yun chased it easily. While chasing back, he observed the footwork of the person in front of him. He had some calculations in his heart. He stepped over with the help of a branch protruding from the side. At some point, there was an extra leaf in his hand, and he moved towards that place like a sword. The man's vest flew out.

Bai Qiuling glanced at the flapping hem of the person behind him from the corner of the eye, and dexterously dodged the flying leaves on his side, stepped on the bushes below him with his toes, raised his hand and swept across with a sword, chopped off a few leaves, and then used the sword He pushed back with anger—he just wanted to get rid of Tang Yun, but Tang Yun took this as a signal to learn from each other, avoided those residual leaves, adjusted his footwork and chased after him.

In terms of swordsmanship, Bai Qiuling has rarely met an opponent so far when he descends the mountain, but lightness kung fu is indeed not his forte.

After running for a few miles, the person behind him was chasing after him, and he also sensed from the lightness of the person's footwork that this person was by no means an ordinary person, so he became vigilant, and at the same time, he clenched Qingyu in his hand.

Tang Yun was like chasing his own prey all the way, getting more and more excited, even chuckled and shouted to the front: "Young hero is good at kung fu, and Tang Mou can be chased for such a long time, why don't you stop for a while and fight with me?" One."

Bai Qiuling was most afraid of trouble, hearing what he said, he wished he could grow two legs and go faster.This time he didn't even bother to look, the wind under his feet flew towards Linhai Villa, which was already faintly visible, and he was about to be chased into the villa.

However, Tang Yun wanted to end this chase outside the villa. He used his true energy to swim away. In an instant, he stepped on the moon and chased the clouds with a frightening speed. After chasing Bai Qiuling one body away, he raised his hand on his shoulder.

Bai Qiuling also turned around quickly, clamping Tang Yun's wrist with one hand and hitting him on the shoulder, Tang Yun had to take a few steps back, and then grabbed his ankle with one hand.He lowered his head to take a look, and then the clouds came out of his sleeves, and snow-white silk flew out of his sleeves and wrapped around Tang Yun's arms with killing intent.

Tang Yun was caught off guard and pushed by a strong internal force, the folding fan flew out of his hand and spun a few times, sweeping across Bai Qiuling's chin.Bai Qiuling tactfully leaned back to avoid it, and then threw Qingyu in his hand into the air. Luoyun sleeve wrapped around Tang Yun's arm and turned over out of thin air. With his toes pointing to the sword, he sent Qingyu forward lightly. Impartially aimed at Tang Yun's chest.

While Tang Yun retreated rapidly, he gathered internal force in his palm to block his chest, and pushed Qing Yu back.Haoyue used [-]% of her internal power in one palm, Bai Qiuling had no choice but to withdraw Luoyun Sleeve to catch Qing Yu, holding the sword in one hand and resolutely turned over before landing firmly on the ground.

Tang Yun closed his palm and landed lightly on the ground. A folding fan was opened in his heart. On the fan was an exquisitely painted begonia, as lifelike as if it was in his hand.

Bai Qiuling frowned, Qing Yu stood there holding her hands, her voice was colder than before, and said, "What do you mean, Your Excellency?"

Since he shot Luoyunxiu just now, Tang Yun matched him with the three words "Bai Qiuling". Compete with the young hero, I wonder if the young hero can give me some advice?"

Normally, when Tang Yun wanted to fight with someone, he didn't talk much, let alone ask the other party for advice in such a "modest" way, but at this time, looking at the young swordsman with extraordinary temperament in front of him, he unexpectedly became a little patient.

Bai Qiuling was in a hurry to get the Hengjun sword, and had no intention of entangled with him, through the swaying veil, he couldn't really see Tang Yun's sloppy expression when he said this, only by the tone of his voice, he could tell that this person was probably a belligerent rascal , looked him up and down, turned around and left.

Tang Yun sighed lightly, lamented his youthful spirit, and also lamented that he didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, so he chased after him relentlessly.

East China Sea swordsman Situ Jian competes in martial arts to recruit relatives and marry daughters, and the famous and decent families gather in Linhai Villa.

Everyone in the arena was tacitly aware that they all liked the famous sword Hengjun in the piano, and the power of the East China Sea in Situ Jian's hands.As for Situ Nianjun, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old daughter of Situ's family, who was in the boudoir, few people cared about her.

Situ Nianjun listened to his father's instructions, and sat on the high platform quietly looking at the married men who were competing in the ring.As far as she is concerned, she has no room to comment on her own marriage, nor can she have more ideas of her own, and everything is under Situ Jian's arrangement.

Her mother died of dystocia when she was born, and she was brought up by her father since she was a child. She was raised obediently and well-behaved, just like Hengjunjian, the treasure of Linhai Villa.Since the age of six, Situ Nianju has been taught to play the piano and control the sword, but she is not talented, and she cannot control Hengjun no matter what.

He can play the piano well, but he can't control Hengjun.The heir of Linhai Villa cannot control the sword with the piano, this is something that Situ Jian cannot tolerate anyway.Hengjun's peerless and famous sword must not be lost in the hands of Situ Nianjun. He can only pass on Hengjun's inheritance if he puts on a ring and asks a sword master to be his son-in-law.

It was Zhuo Jianbai, a disciple of Fengtai who just defeated all the opponents on the stage.The hem of his green clothes fluttered with the wind, holding his saber in his hand, he looked up at the gauze curtain on the high platform, and smiled gently at the person in the tent.

Situ Jian came up from the side, patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said comfortingly: "As expected of being the number one school of sword use in the world, how is Master Fang doing recently?"

Zhuo Jianbai immediately raised his hands and clasped his fists to salute, saying: "Villager Situ praises you, senior brother is fine, but there have been a lot of affairs in Fengtai Gate recently, senior brother really can't get away, let me apologize to the village master on your behalf. "

Situ Jian smiled and waved his hands. Before he could speak, a figure suddenly flew over from a distance and landed on the stage. The wind that followed carried the scent of Sophora japonica.

Sophora japonica has not yet bloomed, how could someone come with the fragrance of sophora japonica?As vigilant as he was, he immediately covered his mouth and nose and took two steps back, frowning and asked, "Who is here?"

Bai Qiuling stood still on the stage, turned his head and glanced in the direction he flew from, and then at the silent crowd below the stage, he was at a loss for words to explain.

If he said that he was chased to this place by someone, he had no choice but to "do not choose his own way" to get into the ring, and he wondered if anyone would believe his words.What's more, it sounded like he really didn't pay much attention to recruiting relatives in the martial arts competition in Linhai Villa, and if he didn't keep them together, he would annoy others—but he was indeed chased to this ring by that rascal Tang Yun.

He had no intention of fighting Tang Yun, but Tang Yun chased him all the way to the back door of the villa. He caught his slap and was forced to land on the ring.Now everyone was staring at him, and he was holding Qingyu that was about to be unsheathed in his hand and took it back calmly.

It was not his code of conduct that Qing Yu would return with blood when he came out of the scabbard, and it was not his intention to accept such a "strong" sword at the beginning, but when Si Yan handed the sword into his hands, he said another I gave her senior sister the milder Tingfeng in the early years, and it is really helpless to give him this one.

Jian has a bad temper, and he seems to have gradually lost his patience. After such a short time, he lost Tang Yun's figure in his sight, and felt agitated in his heart that Qing Yu was about to come out of her sheath to fight.

At this time, apart from Situ Jian on the stage, Zhuo Jianbai was also ringing in his heart.

This person entered the mountain villa and fell on the ring without anyone noticing. It can be seen that his martial arts must be superior to others. He finally defeated the others and stood here. He was only one step away from becoming the son-in-law of Linhai Villa. Yi Shen said displeasedly: "Did you come up to challenge Zhuo?"

Bai Qiuling was wearing a mat hat, no one present could see what kind of face he had under the light veil, what kind of expression he had on his face, what sect he belonged to and why he appeared here.He raised his hand to straighten his hat, and said calmly, "Yes."

He didn't deny that it was because he didn't want to explain more, and he also knew that Linhai Villa set up this arena with the Hengjun sword as a bargaining chip - if you come, let's try, anyway, you need to use the sword.

Seeing that he was holding an extraordinary sword in his hand, Situ Jian looked him up and down, and slowly matched the name he heard nearly every day.He glanced down the arena, cleared his throat and said, "It's always because I'm getting old. In this rivers and lakes, the sun and the moon change before people come out in large numbers. Please, both of you."

After he finished speaking, he returned to the chair in the middle and sat down. Someone next to him looked at the tea, so he lifted it up and took a sip, then stared at Bai Qiuling thoughtfully.

"excuse me."

Only Bai Qiuling and Zhuo Jianbai were left in the arena, the latter clasped his fists in salute, stepped back a few steps and stood with his sword horizontally, with murderous intent in his eyes.

It wasn't long before Bai Qiuling went down the mountain, but he had seen people from all the sects. If someone like Tang Yun deliberately found fault, naturally some would come here to ask for advice.He looked up and down the person in the green gown in front of him, and quickly connected Zhuo Jianbai and Fengtai together.

Fengtai's swordsmanship is very light, and has subtle similarities with his own martial arts. Qing Yu is also restless in the scabbard at this time.He bowed his head in return, and controlled Qing Yu with his internal force, preventing him from breaking free on his own initiative.

It's just a competition in the arena, and it's all on the spot. It's hard to explain it when it comes out and sees blood.

Zhuo Jianbai is one of the few Fengtai disciples who can fight against Fang Moxun. He is young but has great swordsmanship. Fengtai has put in a lot of effort to get this Hengjun sword.

Bai Qiuling leaned back to avoid the sweeping sword energy, and felt the opponent's murderous intent, so he couldn't help but retreated a few steps to slow down the attack, stood still on the edge of the ring holding the Qingyu sword, and raised his hand to hit Zhuo Jianbai's Wrist, swung the sword in his hand away, and caught a glimpse of Tang Yun standing on the roof of the high platform watching the show from the corner of his eyes for a moment. His patience sank and his patience was worn down a bit. Qingyu seemed to sense his change, It vibrated more and more aggressively in the scabbard.

He landed on the other side of the ring lightly on tiptoe, Qing Yu pulled out a sword flower with his backhand, and received Zhuo Jianbai's sword, the two swords collided with each other with a crisp sound, and he turned back extremely quickly, flying in his sleeve The silk cloth that came out hit Zhuo Jianbai's chest, forcing him to take several steps back.

Someone in the audience applauded, so that Zhuo Jianbai's next blow disrupted the attack, Bai Qiuling found his instant opening and sent Qing Yu forward with internal force, Zhuo Jianbai had no choice but to raise his sword to block, Luoyun sleeve dexterously turned It bent and flew towards his waist, entangled him like a ghost.

Bai Qiuling grabbed the other end of the arm and almost threw him off the ring, but took care of his Fengtai disciple's face and pulled him back.Zhuo Jianbai, who was about to stand still, naturally did not want to admit defeat easily, his five fingers clenched on the hilt of the sword tightened his knuckles, and his knuckles turned white. He lowered his head and glanced at the white silk at his waist. Bai Qiuling flew over.