Chapter 332: Born in peace, died of sorrow (1)

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In this regard, Ye Yuan is not too impatient, just let the monsoon smoke show the recent results.
however……
When the monsoon smoke throws his one-handed sword out of the layer of linen, Ye Yuan’s face is dark.
The old-fashioned and simple one-handed sword is now beyond recognition.
The rust on the blade has been cleaned and polished, and it becomes bright and sharp. On the long hilt, the silver straps are interlaced, at the end of the hilt, chasing a long, like a fox tail. The white fur, the end of the fur is still dyed a little red...
The long "fox tail", with the monsoon smoke and the swaying sword movement, swaying in midair...
Ye Yuan’s blue ribs in the forehead also jumped with the roll.
"Teacher, how? Look good?" The monsoon smoked his eyes and looked at Ye Yuan with satisfaction.
When I got this one-handed sword, the heart of the monsoon smoke collapsed, but this is Ye Yuan’s heart. She is very respectful of her. Naturally, she can’t go against it, but... she can’t distort herself. The aesthetic of Meng Xian.
Fortunately, the emperor's goods were dazzling, and the monsoon smoke ran for two days. Only then did he find the right thing and re-decorated the whole one-handed sword.
Although there is still a certain gap from the immortal, but ... at least much better than before.
Ye Yuan’s expression was broken. He wiped his face silently and his eyes hurt.
"But, as you like." The tone of life is incomprehensible...
The monsoon smoke is still complacent, Ye Yuan has turned his face, and directly called a teenager with a foreign surname to learn from the monsoon smoke to determine the progress of the monsoon smoke in recent days.
Of course...
The boy’s hand holding the sword was shaking, and the monsoon smoke almost cried out.
Now, who dares to work with this lady?
The mentor is asking him to die! !
In desperation, the young man shakes his hands and carefully checks the monsoon smoke. The strength of the knife is only one-tenth.
As a result, he was suspected of being stunned by Ye Yuan’s cold eyes.
"Youth, don't be nervous, let's learn from each other." Jifeng smoke perceives each other's nervousness and kindly appeasement.
Of course...
The boy almost gave the monsoon smoke.
Chatting and talking can be dead, and you can’t die without a whole body?
One side is the cold eyes of Ye Yuan, and the other is the "friendly" smile of the monsoon smoke. The teenager only feels "my life is resting", and the scalp and the monsoon smoke are discussed.
As a result, after a few tricks, the one-handed sword in the hands of the monsoon smoke was cut off.
Looking at the one-handed sword with a long hairy tail inserted on the ground, the boy's face was instantly pale.
Monsoon smoke, "..."
For the first time in her life, she realized that she still has such a weak chicken side.
Ye Yuan touched his face and let the frightened teenager retreat.
Monsoon smoke is now a stalwart on the swordsman, at most a beginner, the strength is a terrible.
Ye Yuan can only continue to train the monsoon smoke, and she will go to the military field every day to practice.
The monsoon smoked honestly listening. In the evening, I took the fancy one-handed sword back to the room and washed it a little. The monsoon smoked to go to the fire and chat. After returning from the cemetery, she found out that The situation of the fire is very wrong, and every day is a very important look.
However, before the monsoon smoke put the one-handed sword down, Linghe was rushed into it.
"Miss! It's going on!"
......
[No responsibility small theater]
Little madman: At night and half, come see my sword, isn't it beautiful? Immortal?
Some North: Spicy eyes...
Little madman: You know a basket!
Some North: I don't understand, I am curious, if you let your family know, you are kissed by someone, I don't know what to think.
Little madman:...
A certain North: It is not enough to take advantage of the simple beauty of the people, but also to hook up the national teacher.
Little madman:...
A certain north: a small stream of fire is really pitiful.
Small fire:...
Little madman: Hey? Little fire, don't listen to her nonsense! I am single-minded to you, and the national teacher is the most annoying! !
Small stream fire:........................
Little madman: Really! You can rest assured that I will never see him again in my life. I will see him go around in the future!
Flowing fire to help the wall smash the chest...