Chapter 12: Spring breeze can return

Sisters Lin Chuyi and Lin Fifteen held each other's small hands tightly, staring at the gray robe on the bow of the ship, and opened their small mouths.
This uncle seems to be really powerful and scary.
They murmured at the same time.
Fortunately, Li Qiubai refers to the sword.
The two sisters who have not yet started can not see the way.
Otherwise, at such an age, you will encounter this kind of "swordsmanship". After you truly embark on kendo in the future, you will most likely unconsciously give birth to a high-eyed and low-tempered temperament, and feel that other swordsmanship is dull and difficult to swallow, so that it is difficult to move.
As for Lu Mingliang, who retreated violently, he was frightened by this "sword".
He has known the name of the sword fairy of Chang'an for a long time, but he is not as famous as meeting, and meeting is worse than being famous.
Even if he didn't repair his sword, Lu Mingliang couldn't help but flaunt at this time, his hair standing on end, and goose bumps all over his body.
Merry has always been synonymous with sword repair.
After the other cultivation reached the nine realms, and after half a step forward, the methods were equally extraordinary, but it was not fake, and it was not necessarily weaker than the sword fairy.
However, the methods of other schools of cultivation will never be so shocking to people's hearts by the sword immortal, and it is so memorable that it should not be romantic.
The spells of others are spells.
The sword of Jianxian is more like a unique and dazzling scenery, which is worthy of constant smack and chewing, aftertaste.
Li Qiubai, for the monks of their generation who were born in Chang'an, is a name that can't be bypassed anyway.
With one sword and one sword, he smashed out the monstrous reputation in the Chang'an Year, and smashed out the countless appearances of the monks later, and he yearned for it.
Especially when he left a sword in the city of Chang'an, and then spread out, it even raised his reputation to a peak.
A well-deserved kendo leader.
Just now, Lu Mingliang, who had finally raised his courage, was already sweating from the tip of his nose. He looked at Li Qiubai who was standing on the bow and said with a trembled: "Lan Cang is already open, Shuiyuntai will naturally open the door to see guests, Shuiyun All repairs, immediately give way to open the way."
bar?
What to stop?
Fortunately, Jianxian Chang'an was merciful, and this "sword" went to the Lancang River, just to deter them.
If this "sword" was really slashed at them, this might cut off Jiang Zhantian's finger, who can resist the armored monks present?
The end must be countless deaths and injuries, and their Shuiyuntai could not escape the heavy losses.
Formation? God armor?
Lu Mingliang couldn't help feeling ridiculous for his ridiculous idea just now.
He was actually planning to rely on these foreign objects to stop a sword fairy?
The great jealousy of sliding the world.
If these things could stop Li Qiu from defeating, there would not be only three sword immortals in the world.
Li Qiubai left him a thread, and Lu Mingliang was naturally also a knowledgeable person.
The dragon boats connected into the sky, under his order, immediately dispersed, giving way to a passage in the middle.
At the end of this passage, a majestic bronze pagoda, filled with light, suspended above the river surface. The tower has nine floors, which is very similar to the tower.
Above the tower, there are dense clouds and seals, which are mysterious and powerful.
This is the Shuiyun Tower, a top-notch artifact that was refined by the Shuiyuntai craftsman for thousands of years.
Each floor of this tower is connected by iron cables.
The iron cable ran across the river again, and at a glance, thousands of iron cables were cold, forming an amazing scene that anyone would be amazed by.
Shuiyuntai, as the Department of Great Xia Tools, except that I dare not say that it is a good pavilion that wins the first building, but other than that, there is absolutely no comparison with it in the world.
The Shuiyun Tower is one of the most proud works of the Shuiyuntai mixer.
This is definitely a manifestation of the highest level of refining artifacts of the human race.
Lu Mingliang flew to Li Qiu's big ship, stopped at a proper distance, not far from their group, bowed his head slightly, and respectfully said: "I am grateful to Li Jianxian for being merciful, and I will not be held accountable for the crime of Shuiyuntai's not knowing how to lift up. , Senior, please here!"
He stretched out his right hand and made an inviting courtesy.
Li Qiubai was very calm, he only slightly nodded when he saw this, and said, "Then let's go."
But at the moment when he was about to leave, Li Qiubai's eyelids twitched slightly, and he stopped when he sensed something.
"Wait for a while." Jian Xian suddenly smiled again.
Lu Mingliang was taken aback, and then he also found the abnormality, and cast his gaze to the side.
There, a handsome young monk stood proudly, his posture and temperament were extraordinary.
Fortunately, Lu Qingshan, who was fortunate enough to see Jian Xian pointing at the river's wonder, is still immersed in the aftermath of Li Qiubai and his sword.
The layman looks at the excitement, while the insider looks at the doorway.
Not to mention, Li Qiubai's "sword" originally meant to point him to it.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan saw a lot of clues from it.
From a leaf in the city of Tai'an as a flying sword, to the current sword Lancang River opened.
Lu Qingshan truly understood that although both sword immortal and sword repair had a sword character, they were completely indistinguishable from the same kind, and they were two completely different people.
At this time, he was earnestly comprehending Li Qiu's defeat of this sword, and he had gained something.
He originally had an unparalleled talent for swordsmanship, comparable to that of Li Qiubei. In the sea of ​​knowledge, there is still this reckless and six-character semi-sage swordsmanship, and the two confirm each other and complement each other.
What's more, Lu Qingshan hasn't practiced his sword in vain for the past ten years. He has already been on his way to the kendo. Now he is taught this sword like a high-rise building, and it is reasonable to understand it.
Lu Qingshan squinted slightly.
The sword intent in his chest became more and more vigorous, more crisp, and constantly growing, and the vitality flowed.
In his mind, many insights are confirming each other.
Li Qiubai asked for sword intent and walked out of the road of sword immortality.
This is very strong, but this is just Li Qiu's path to defeat, not his Lu Qingshan's kendo.
He only took the essence of it to prove that his swordsmanship had already benefited a lot.
In the next instant, Lu Qingshan stretched out his finger and gestured in the void unconsciously.
Li Qiubai turned around and glanced at Lu Qingshan.
Others may not see anything, how can he not see the anomaly?
Above Lu Qingshan's fingertips, there is an invisible air machine circulating at this time, ready to go, and will gush out at any time.
Obviously, Lu Qingshan had some insights from his sword, and he was only one step away from breaking through.
He is indeed somewhat savvy, but it is not in vain... he is valued so much.
However, this seemingly simple step forward is not so easy to break.
I don't know how many people are stuck here all their lives and cannot enter.
Of course, Li Qiubai has never experienced this kind of inaccessible feeling in his life.
However, although he had never experienced this kind of thing, he still saw a lot of it.
If this kid can take this last step one day, then his sword today will not be considered in vain.
Jian Xian thought so in his heart, and closed his gaze back.
Here, Lu Qingshan remained silent, gradually closing his eyes, and constantly recalling the scene where Li Qiubai pointed the sword to cut the river just now, the divine writings represented by the six words of Mang Cang in the original spirit gradually began to emerge with fluorescence.
In the Lancang River where they are currently located, the waters of the river are all Xuanshui, heavy and cold.
But life is always tenacious, no matter where, there will be corresponding creatures.
At this time, in the Lancang River that was divided into two parts, a very strange carp jumped out of the water, and after one wobbled its tail, it sank into the river again.
But the profound water that weighed a hundred catties suddenly splashed.
Water drops in the sky.
After Li Qiubai took the cold cloud and mist into the air, the Shuiyuntai, which had not seen the sun for a long time, finally saw the sun again.
Under the reflection of sunlight, the water drops gleamed with colorful light.
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes abruptly, his fingers bend slightly, and he couldn't say that he flicked quickly or slowly.
Li Qiubai, who had just retracted his gaze, glanced sharply at this moment.
Huh? This kid........
Actually getting started?
He muttered to himself in his heart.
I just missed it.
...
Snapped.
Among the splashing drops of water, one drop seemed to be hit by some invisible force, and it floated out in an instant.
Everyone heard this voice.
Lu Mingliang, who was waiting quietly by the side, also widened his eyes suddenly, following the inconspicuous drop of water.
Boom.
This small drop of water moved forward and hit another drop of water, and it was quickly linked together, making a small but clear and pleasant ding-dong sound.
But this is far from over.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Four drops.
Five drops.
.........
Ten drops.
Hundred drops.
Thousand drops.
Every time there is a collision, there will be a clear sound.
The sound of Dingdong Dingdong is like a pipa music.
Noisy cut the miscellaneous bullets, the big beads and the small beads fall on the jade plate.
The water drops in the sky are connected in series.
Bingquan's cold string is condensed, and the condensing is silent for a while.
Finally, the vocal music stopped.
The silence speaks.
The waterline has been condensed into a sword.
A water sword.
The silver bottle burst into water.
The water sword spiraled forward and shot straight towards a chain of Hengjiang.
Like a dragon drawing water.
This sword seemed to split the space.
When there was still not a short distance from the iron rope, the light around the water sword twisted strangely.
Immediately, the water sword disappeared instantly, and there was no afterimage left in the same place, leaving only a breeze brought by the water sword.
clang!
next moment.
Where the iron cable was, a breeze was also blowing, and the light twisted and changed.
The disappearing water sword suddenly appeared and hit the iron cable.
The cold ice on the iron cable instantly melted into powder and dispersed.
The next moment, the sky full of sword energy burst out from above the water sword.
The water sword is only a thread, but it holds an astonishing sword aura and sword intent.
As if to annihilate everything, the withered and dead air flashed.
The true meaning of death.
For a moment, the sword intent on the surface of the river was strong, and it was unclear whether the sword intent of the sword immortal had escaped or the sword intent of Lu Qingshan had arisen.
Clang clang clang!
The rumbling sound is endless.
Sword Qi began to pour down like a galaxy, piercing the iron rope.
With a light slap.
This iron rope made of thousand-year-old profound iron was finally unbearable at this time, being pierced, revealing a hole.
This iron cord made by the Shuiyuntai craftsman is actually part of the Shuiyuntai Grand Formation.
Although the formation method is converging and the power is not obvious at this time, the iron ropes are extremely extraordinary in terms of their own materials. Even if it is a sword repair, they may not be able to cut these iron ropes for a while.
But now, under the finger of a five-level sword repair, the iron cable was easily pierced.
A wonderful move to the pinnacle.
Lu Mingliang looked stunned.
He couldn't think that he, an eight-level cultivator, would one day be astonished by a five-level sword repairman.
Here, Lu Qingshan repeatedly recalled in his heart the sword that he had displayed, which was like a sword out of water by a blue dragon, and wanted to remember this feeling. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
In his primordial spirit, on the incomparably beautiful shape of the original divine text, the strange symbols representing the word "gui" have begun to shine, and the lines are painted with silver hooks.
The golden light is brilliant, and the gods shine.
Under the golden light, that bizarre symbol turned out to be gradually separated from the divine writings of the six-word mangcang, and suspended above Lu Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness.
The next moment, a little bit of starlight escaped from it.
After a blink of an eye.
The words "Gui" had disappeared out of thin air, turned into starlight and volatile, and no trace of it could be found.
This is because…
At this moment, Lu Qingshan finally fully realized the secret of "going back".
The previous spring breeze return was actually just a prototype of a sword move.
But now, Chunfenggui can be called a quaverity.
A kendo mastery created by his own comprehension.
A Bing like a sun star, sword light like a rainbow, pursuing extreme speed, but the power is also extraordinary fast swordsmanship.
In a seemingly simple sword, there are countless cumbersome sword moves, implying a sense of sword.
There is Zhanfeng, there are Qijue, there is silence, there is killing, and there is immortality...
There is also the word of return, and Li Qiubai's fairy sword.
But there are only, not all.
The core spirit is Lu Qingshan's own.
Lu Qingshan put down his fingers and let out a sigh of relief.
After this sword, he released the majestic sword intent that he had accumulated for a long time in his chest, and he only felt extremely happy.
"Lu Xiaozi, what is this trick called?" Li Qiu became interested and asked actively.
To this day, there are too few swordsmanships that can still enter his eyes.
Lu Qingshan's sword did it.
"The spring breeze returns." Lu Qingshan replied.
Today, Li Qiu defeated the river.
He Lu Qingshan, a sword, the spring breeze can return.
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