The BE of the anime turned into a HE

Lei Wujie raised his hand and slashed out with sword energy, and all the flowers in the Hundred Flowers Club broke away from the branches and flew towards Lei Wujie.

The colorful petals are intertwined around Lei Wujie, which is magnificent.

Xie Xuan looked surprised: "Moonlit evening, flowery morning."

"It's true. Like master, like disciple. As soon as he arrived, he wiped out the Baihua Society." Sikong Changfeng snorted coldly.

Lei Wujie jumped down and went towards Duan Xuanyi with a sword in hand.

Duan Xuanyi was frightened by the sword energy. He raised the long flute and the Twenty-Four Bridges Fan in his hands, but still couldn't resist it. The breath of death enveloped him, making his back cold.

"Lei Wujie, stop." Tang Lian had just escaped from danger and shouted to stop him. Duan Xuanyi could not die in Xueyue City.

Lei Wujie was surrounded by flowers at the moment, looking very imposing, but he held the hilt of the sword tightly, groaning in his heart, "I... I can't control this sword energy anymore."

Duan Xuanyi was so frightened that his face turned pale. He was in a dilemma, his knees went weak and he actually knelt down, looking very miserable.

At this time, a green figure stepped on the flower petals and came leisurely, slowly walking towards Lei Wujie, and the two men looked at each other.

Ye Ruoyi didn't seem to be afraid of the sword energy. She stepped forward and flicked the tip of the sword. A sharp sword energy came out in an instant and knocked Duan Xuanyi away.

"You have a good sword. Follow my movements."

Feeling the soft hand touching him, Lei Wujie swallowed nervously and subconsciously followed Ye Ruoyi's movements.

The two danced gracefully in the sea of ​​flowers. Their movements were light and graceful, and they cooperated well with each other. Lei Wujie was dressed in red and danced with a sword in hand, while Ye Ruoyi was dressed in green and looked delicate and charming.

At this moment, only four words came to everyone's mind: outstanding grace.

"This is elegance, the Duan family of Jiangnan, huh!" Xie Xuan exclaimed.

Sikong Changfeng spoke uncertainly, "This is Ruoyi's sword dance."

"Yes, that's right." Xie Xuan said in a deep voice, "It's just that there is dancing but no music, which seems a bit regrettable."

"There are so many singers and musicians in Wuyunxuan, how can there be no music?" Sikong Changfeng said.

Xie Xuan shook his head: "It's not that I underestimate Xueyue City. It's really hard to find a musician who can match Ruoyi's sword dance."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of a zither. Xie Xuan was startled and looked up, only to see a man in white sitting in front of the zither.

He has a handsome face, calm eyes, and his slender jade-like fingers are plucking the piano casually, but the sound is filled with endless emotions.

"Xiao Se, my apprentice." Sikong Changfeng said with a proud smile on his face.

"That's great. This Hundred Flowers Festival is worth the trip." The scholar in white jumped out of the pavilion and landed steadily in the courtyard.

He stared at Duan Xuanyi below him and said slowly, "Excuse me, can you lend me your flute?"

Without giving Duan Xuanyi a chance to react, the Mingyue Xiao fell into his hand as he raised his hand, and the melodious sound of the flute slowly rang out.

Xiao Se heard the voice and looked over, "Confucian Sword Immortal, Xie Xuan."

Wu Xin naturally noticed it, leaned closer to Xiao Se, and murmured, "I'm a little behind, come find me later, otherwise it will be too conspicuous."

Xiao Se nodded. In front of the Sword Immortal, disguise was unnecessary.

Xiao Se played the piano, Xie Xuan played the flute, Ye Ruoyi danced gracefully, Lei Wujie danced with his sword, and Tang Lian, who was standing on the side, felt annoyed and felt as if she was isolated.

However, his heart was filled with excitement, and he leaped onto the roof, his black robe fluttering, and sang loudly.

It was the poem that Wuxin had chanted in Khotan before.

Wuxin, who was standing by, couldn't help but smile when he heard this. This was the poem he recited when he first arrived in Yutian. He didn't expect that his senior brother would remember it.

However, such a beautiful scenery should indeed be accompanied by good poetry.

The song ends.

Ye Ruoyi rolled up her sleeves, and Lei Wujie swung his sword vigorously. All the petals rushed up to the sky, and then poured down like flowers scattered by a fairy, bringing down a colorful rain of flowers.

As the flowers rained down to the ground, Lei Wujie put away the Tingyu Sword, walked slowly forward, and looked at Ye Ruoyi shyly.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Tang Lian's expression was stunned. "Although I don't quite understand it, but isn't this a bit rotten?"

Xiao Se shook his head and sighed: "I can't bear to watch it."

Ye Ruoyi raised the corner of her mouth slightly and adjusted her hair: "Yes, I hope you are well."

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget her when I see her. If I don't see her for a day, I will miss her like crazy." Xie Xuan lightly held the flute in his hand and suddenly looked into the distance.

"Let's go?" Sikong Changfeng stood on the elegant pavilion and threw the book box down.

Xie Xuan jumped up and took the book box. "It's okay. It's worth the trip! We'll say goodbye now. I don't have anything to give you, so I'll just give you a few books."

He waved his arm, and a slightly old book slowly floated out of the bookcase and finally landed gently in Ye Ruoyi's hand.

Ye Ruoyi looked at the cover, flipped it open and took a look, "This is..."

"Jinghong, it will be good for you to value gentleness and avoid killing." Xie Xuan lowered his head and spoke slowly.

Ye Ruoyi nodded gently: "Thank you, sir."

Xie Xuan handed Xiao Se a book with no words on the cover, and thought it looked familiar. "Have we met this little brother before?"

Xiao Se, who was usually lazy, was now very respectful. He clasped his fists and bowed, "Jixia Academy."

Xie Xuan looked calm, "Then I didn't send the wrong book."

Xie Xuan turned and rushed towards Tang Lian again: "I'll give you a book. Your master also liked to read it when he was young."

Tang Lian took the ancient book and said, "The Wine Classic, did Master love this when he was young?"

Xie Xuan took out another book and handed it to Lei Wujie.

After taking it, Lei Wujie looked at it in confusion, then looked at Xiao Se, "What is this?"

Xiao Se glanced at it and read out: "Late snow?"

"Learn from the protagonist in the story. Next time we meet, I hope you can make progress and not be so embarrassed anymore." Xie Xuan said with a smile.

Lei Wujie instantly felt embarrassed, a blush appeared on his cheeks. He glanced at Ye Ruoyi and smiled awkwardly.

Ye Ruoyi chuckled when she heard that, her eyes clear and calm.

"Okay, time to go." Xie Xuan turned around, picked up his book box and started running.

A voice came from the distance, "I just arrived and you're leaving. Are you really that scared of me?"

Xie Xuanshang's figure disappeared, but his voice came out, "It's better not to meet."

"Dead scholar." Li Hanyi snorted coldly.

"Evil woman." Xie Xuan walked farther and farther away, but the voice coming from him was very clear.

When Lei Wujie saw Li Hanyi, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he quietly prepared to slip away.

Seeing this, Xiao Se and Tang Lian quickly made way for Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie noticed something was wrong and stopped immediately, "Good evening, Master."

Li Hanyi then walked forward slowly and said seriously, "This sword is good."

"Master praised me." Lei Wujie said excitedly.

"But." Li Hanyi changed the subject and said in a colder tone, "Who allowed you to run down the mountain?"

"Master, I was wrong." Lei Wujie begged for mercy quickly, but was still knocked away by the sword.

There is no doubt that Lei Wujie was taken back.