In front of a flying mural, Luo Changfeng was about to study and suddenly listen to the sound coming from the door of the temple. The sound is peaceful, not vigorous and not sharp. For example, the spring breeze in March sent mountains and streams to Luo Changfeng’s ears, giving him a refreshing feeling. This feeling is not quintessential, but also mixed with strong filar silk, such as choking wine and sobering rejection.
Approachable and irresistible
This is Luo Changfeng’s first thought when he heard this voice, and then he turned and looked at the door of the temple.
Tianjiu Blade was dressed in a white shirt, spotless, upright and clean. The figure reflected the outside of the Golden Temple and entered the hall. The sunshine gradually enveloped Luo Changfeng’s head, and the feeling of oppression and suffocation hit him from the sky.
Luo Changfeng stood in the same place with a negative hand and looked at the first man in ten thousand years, who was walking towards himself step by step.
Until he saw the face.
How to shape it? Luo Changfeng feels that four words are more appropriate.
Alert, sensitive, spiritual and profound
Shape a person’s appearance and temperament, which is the most objective view he can give
Actually, it’s not the first time for Luo Changfeng to see Tianjiu Blade. At the beginning, he saw Tianjiu Blade in the life-and-death millstone chess outside Jiangdu. It was a stone statue, and he also heard the sound of Tianjiu Blade after ten thousand years.
Luo Changfeng gathered up the messy thoughts and faced with Tian Jiu Blade. Naturally, he won’t make the same mistake as Mo Dao. It’s not that he deliberately carried it, but that he remembered Li Qinglian’s various evaluations of this person. It’s really difficult to compare with the myth of later generations.
He wants to see his own vision and way to know the first strong man in all ages and Li Qinglian’s dream of fighting a thousand bottles of wine. After a thousand days, he will enter the realm of god’s guidance. For example, today’s nine blades are slightly worse, but there will be no big gap. This is Luo Changfeng’s confidence
Luo Changfeng is supercilious and says, "It’s a little cold and lonely."
Nine blade smell speech one leng immediately burst out laughing.
Los Changfeng also show a smile.
Tianjiu Blade said, "I have long heard that Li Qinglian people in Juye City have hundreds of poems about drinking, and after three years, they have been asking each other to share their swords. A few days ago, I received a report from Daliang City saying that there are two strong men, Xuan He, and another strong man in Daliang City, Li Qinglian, Zuohua Chengtou, even killed one person in ten steps and did not leave the alien army for thousands of miles. The strong man failed to stop the man’s way. After hearing the miracle of Brother Luo, he got to know each other more and hated to see Brother Luo’s look late today.
Luo Changfeng said, "Brother Tianjiu knows more than Mo Dao."
Tianjiu Blade said, "My younger brother Daoxin has been studying the secret disk all his life, so he has a little misunderstanding about Brother Luo. Blade hereby apologizes for his younger brother."
When I heard that the cat was falling, I was exulting at the bottom of my heart, but I couldn’t do it.
Tianjiu Blade said, "Brother Luo is climbing at this time, but Brother Violet has orders?"
Luo Changfeng stared at Tianjiu blade and squinted, thinking that he really deserves to be the first strong man in all ages. Nothing can be concealed from this man’s eyes.
"Brother Tianjiu is unpredictable." Luo Changfeng leaned out of his palm and a thick poem appeared in his palm. "People’s most proud life poems are all about this and the sword."
Tian Jiu’s blade did not move. He had long expected that after Li Qinglian Xianhe Daliang City, he would spend his whole life practicing and realized that he had a chance to win because of his own integration of two people.
If it is not so, I can see that Luo Changfeng has its own plan. If it is only to complete Li Qinglian’s wishes, Luo Changfeng will not be so repetitive.
Tianjiu Blade said, "Tell me about the conditions."
Luo Changfeng’s palm poem melted into a mass of broken silver stars and dissipated. "Brother Li said that he wanted Brother Tianjiu to win my poem with both hands, otherwise the commitment would be accepted!"
Chapter 12 The first man to ask Jian Tian
In the setting sun, the magnificent and ancient temple on the peak of Qingping roared out, and two rays of sunlight were also cut in tandem. The sunset sky chased the clouds and chased the sun as far away as a hundred miles away, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the center of the turbulent Sansheng River.
The sky and the sea are full of dark clouds, and the Kuroshio is turbulent.
Covered with silvery white, sword domain Luo Changfeng, black and silver hair, standing on the sea with negative hands, the figure fluctuates with the surge, like a boat in the sea
Tianjiu blade, white, plain and snowy, smiling, left hand behind her, right arm bent in front of her, as modest and courteous as a gentleman, and black sea water on the soles of her feet, as taught, consciously rolled into a lotus flower to hold it up.
Los Changfeng smiled.
Fate will go backwards. The river of time came to 10,000 years ago. The ancestors were most proud of fighting wine poems, and they asked for swords again and again. Throughout the ages, the first person, Tianjiu Blade, confronted Sansheng River. This double-faced opportunity of asking for swords and days must have lasted forever. Even if you can’t survive in the hands of Tianjiu Blade, you will still lose in glad you came.
Besides, now Luo Changfeng has entered the threshold of God’s introduction, and his predecessors, Tianjiu Blade, are in the same situation. This world war I is more serious, and he may not lose.
Luo Changfeng refers to the micro-motion in front of him and gathers into a sword. Around him, 100,000 drops of mist and water are called to form a sword with more than three feet hanging in front of him. It is crystal clear and another thought. Luo Changfeng was silvery white. sword domain jumped like a waterfall in thousands of feet, and millions of drops of water hung quietly on the turbulent black sea of Sansheng River.
Another thought is like a raging sword, and the deep sea cool breeze cuts several drops of water into words, like a bead curtain connected in series to form a poem, and thousands of sentences rise to the sky.
"People in Daliangcheng are most proud of this poem. Please ask Brother Tianjiu for advice."
Beihai ribuluo cemetery
This evening, of course, there is dusk here or Ayao’s room. There are not only heavy towns and mountains, but also Shi Zongliu, Yun Jian City and Liancheng Town, all of which are gathered here this time.
Slightly crowded
Zhenshan Chongkui is sitting at the table. Ayao is lying on the bed with his legs crossed. The teenager looks like Shi Zongliu. He is sitting opposite the big demon Chongkui, grazing Yun Jian City. His arms are leaning against the window, and even the city tactic is negative, and he is as straight as a pine after standing the door.
Outside the humble house, there are two teenagers, Chen Yanzhen and Yu Qingqi, leaning against the dirt hills and looking at the sunset, whispering and laughing from time to time about drinking.
Fourteen people crossing the North Sea by Kunpeng, and now seven people gather together. This phenomenon has long been common to the grave keepers in the cemetery at sunset, including the grave owner. After all, the crowds of these fourteen people are divided into different ways, and they have even drawn swords to catch each other and fight each other. Now it is human nature to’ exile’ the ancient battlefield and gather together under the same roof to keep warm.
Therefore, when the teenagers Yue Qingping and sister told the details to the tomb owner’s adult with cross legs closed, the latter didn’t even open their eyes and asked, "Where is Kunpeng?"
Sister, named Qingqing, replied, "Nine women in heaven are training."
The tomb owner called a name "when?"