[Thunderbolt] Drunken Song Fu

Back at Yedian, the sword ghost had disappeared, Yan Gexing complained dissatisfiedly: "Leave without saying a word, please drink as agreed, but I can't drink again, next time, how about asking him to treat you and me to tea Leng Biefu nodded seriously: "Okay." Yan Gexing said with a smile: "If you have tea, you have to drink it, don't wait until the tea is cold." Leng Biefu sighed helplessly: "What a failure." Here you go."

Yan Gexing reluctantly drank the tea again, Leng Biefu was puzzled: "You look depressed, are you still thinking about Xiawu?" Yan Gexing looked disgusted: "I've drank this tea several times , I’m still not used to drinking it, and I don’t know how you drink it.”

Leng Biefu Fu Fu: "I thought you were thinking about something constructive, but it turned out to be a trivial matter!" He called out to Xiaoer: "Please bring me the tea set." Yan Ge said yes : "What? You want to make tea for me yourself? It's been so long since I've known you, but I haven't had the tea you made yet."

Leng Biefu glanced at him meaningfully: "You have said too many words. Since I knew you, you have been intoxicated by the taste of wine, so why would you want to drink tea?" Yan Gexing subconsciously blurted out: " These words sound like a disgruntled woman in the palace, it seems to blame me for only drinking and neglecting you in the past."

When the words fell, he knew that he had stepped on a thunder, so he quickly covered his mouth and muttered: "I was wrong, I didn't mean anything else, you know I like to joke." Leng Biefu was unexpectedly calm this time: " If you talk too much, the tea will not be drunk with your mouth, but with your face."

Yan Gexing hurriedly chatted: "Drink tea, drink tea." Leng Biefu handed him the brewed tea, and Yan Gexing could taste it one by one, but he couldn't explain why.In the end, he just grinned his white teeth and praised with a smile: "Good tea, good tea." Leng Biefu took a sip by himself, shook his head and sighed: "What a waste of my skills."

Yan Gexing put down his teacup, and suddenly became serious: "Then can you keep making tea for me until I learn how to drink tea and appreciate your craftsmanship?" Serious words made Leng Biefu handle the tea After a pause, almost spilled: "You said... what?"

Yan Gexing's face became inexplicably hot when he saw it, and he picked up the empty teacup again. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and after a long time, Leng Biefu responded softly: "If you want to drink, I'll brew it for you. .” Yan Gexing held on to the empty teacup, laughing inexplicably foolishly.

Suddenly, Yan Gexing got up abruptly: "Let's go, let's go to that top-quality expert, and ask about the material of Xiawu. After this matter is over, I will ask you how to drink tea." Leng Biefu got up with him: "Let's go."

In the middle of the journey, they were blocked by evil stars, Yan Ge walked without fear, and pointed at Leng Biefu: "If you keep interrupting, our hero Leng Biefu is going to use his sword!" Leng Biefu glanced at him lightly: "Don't say it as if you have nothing to do with it, and Xiawu is the sword you used!"

The supernatural being failed to capture Xiawu, and retreated with a serious injury. Yan Gexing withdrew his sword and raised his eyebrows: "I gave you Xiawu, and you have been in constant trouble. Thinking about it, I really shouldn't have involved you in this turmoil. You are a world of mortals. Not stained, white clothes not stained with dust, but now you are always facing the enemy's persecution."

Leng Biefu tapped his head: "Okay, Yan Gexing, you are the one who said you would share the wind and rain, and you are the one who is sighing here now, you, relax! Unless you underestimated Leng Biefu, Otherwise, I will have a long time to teach you how to drink tea."

Even though Leng Biefu said this, Yan Gexing still felt uneasy in his heart. He didn't know how long this life-sacrificing companionship would last, but he seemed to have an inexplicable premonition that such opportunities were running out.

Yan Gexing and Leng Biefu failed to find the best home, so they had to go back to the wild shop first. Yan Gexing looked at the hot tea in front of him, but his face was serious: "Leng Biefu, when this matter is over, I have something to tell you " Leng Biefu's hands froze, his heart jumped up uncontrollably, and then he smiled: "Okay, I'll wait."

The moon shines on a cold night, and there are many people and shadows. When I look back suddenly, my heart is in a state of depression and uneasiness.Movro, the head of the supernatural beings, came in person, and Yan Ge said goodbye after a while.His supernatural ability seems to have the power to manipulate people's hearts, and the two unconsciously fell into a hallucination, seeing each other's death with their own eyes.

The two of them glanced at each other, reacted, and joined hands to counterattack, the sword's momentum had already been reduced by three points, and it was this slight difference, the battlefield was divided into two, and Leng Biefu was alone against Movro.However, Movro used supernatural powers, falsely received real moves, and Leng Biefu concentrated on responding, but was blocked by supernatural powers.

In an instant, Xia Wu let go, Leng Biefu was captured, Yan Gexing was very anxious, and exclaimed: "Leng Biefu!" The opponent retreated seriously injured, but it also delayed the opportunity to save Leng Biefu.He only had time to catch Xia Wu from Leng Biefu's hand, and the enemy had already disappeared.

With self-blame, remorse, and anger, Yan Gexing clenched Xiawu tightly, so strong that blood flowed from his hand, staining the blade red, but he didn't realize it.It's just that at that time, no one thought that this miss would be the last time they met.

The affection that was never spoken, was unexpectedly unable to be expressed under this hasty farewell.Yan Ge's hands trembled slightly, and he stroked his sword and murmured softly: "Leng Biefu, wait for me!"

Yan Gexing originally wanted to find the world of mortals and try to rescue Leng Biefu, but saw Liubai Temple in ruins. He learned from Shanlong that Mu Shen had released the three evils of Tianjiang, and everyone in Liubai Temple was murdered.In a rage, Shi Tai promised to cast a sword for the righteous way and cut off the Mutian Jiuge.

Hongchen Shenmeng originally wanted Yan Ge to be the swordsman, but when she heard that Leng Biefu was arrested, she didn't want to force it. Yan Gexing looked embarrassed: "The world is so big, isn't there a more suitable candidate than Yan Gexing?" Teacher Tai Shen sighed: "For a long time, I have always hoped that you can put aside all the unbearable past events and regain the responsibility of being a hero. I believe in your kindness and your ability."

"The hardness and softness of Quli Yuanshi is similar to your usual sword formula, Hujia Eighteen Beats. The battlefield is ever-changing. I originally needed a master who could control this sword at any time. But I know you are worried about Leng Biefu, and you can't help it." You understand the weight that Leng Bie puts in your heart, so I will find another swordsman, you don't have to worry about it."

Yan Gexing only said: "Let me think about it." His heart was in turmoil, he cared about the people and the common people in the world, no matter it was before or now, he was still facing a choice.Emotion and reason, public and private, love and righteousness, Yan Gexing looked at the chivalrous fog in his hands and fell into deep thought.