Snow Float

In March, Spring Mountain is like a smile.

Fu Shaotang thought, it was a good time to practice sword.

Yuanshan is full of fragrant flowers, as light as a smile, and the holy land of sword cultivators in the world also has a beautiful spring.There are thousands and thousands of sword canons in the Muhuanshu Pavilion in the valley. There are some from the most rigid to the fierce, some from the light to the fast, some from the dexterous and elegant, and some from the slow and calm.

When it was time to cup tea, Fu Shaotang had already left the Jiange. Without distracting thoughts, he searched for the bright light of the Lingtai, and found a broken page, which was called "Lianshan".

Master Feng Wanshang swept his eyes lightly: "This sword is very difficult."

Fu Shaotang only holds the fragmented scroll.

"Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Kun, the mountains are called one sword, but there are eight swords, two of which are born in two, and add changes. It is complicated and difficult. It is not easy to get started, and the progress is also slow. And it needs to go. Everyone in the world understands the power of the eight swords, if the power of the sword is not grasped, the barrier will not be broken; if the barrier is not broken, there will be no period for refining the gods."

Fu Shaotang said: "I know."

Feng Wanshang remained silent and waited for the following.

"If I don't choose it, it also chooses me."

"Swordsman, you should go forward without fear of danger."

Feng Wanshang smiled suddenly, and the spring light also lost its bright color: "Okay, let's learn Lianshan Sword."

In June, Xia Shan was angry.

Fu Shaotang thought, it was a good time to practice sword.

The way of the sword has been chosen, so take the lead.On the way to Qiantian, although Yuanshan is good, there are other places that are not inferior to it. Feng Wanshang asked him what he wanted, and raised him to Bikongya.

The sky is thousands of miles long, the sky is clear, the blue sky is clear, and the vast water of the waves hangs down from the sky. The clear ones are above the sky, and the turbid ones are under the ground. When you look up, you can see the smoke and water, and the silver light is shining, like a nine-day galaxy hanging upside down.

Turn the spiritual energy into the body of water, and use the sword intent as the source of the water. It is called water, but it is actually a sword.

Fu Shaotang didn't have a sword in his hand, so he broke a branch into a sword and swung it all the way, freely.He let out a long roar at the most intoxicating place, dripping freely, even though the clothes and skin were injured by the sharp sword energy, he did not hide his pleasure.

A person of similar age in Ya Nei, Xie Qingming, the inheritor of Yuemai, came here uninvited, and smiled brightly, but did not hide the narrow look in it.

Fu Shaotang swung a branch towards him, and Xie Qingming folded flowers to welcome him.

It was Fu Shaotang who finally crushed the opponent's flower branch. His white singlet was soaked in sweat, his forehead was covered by wet black hair, but his pupils were abnormally bright.

It was Xie Qingming who was empty in his hand, his narrow expression and the spiritual power in his body were exhausted, his face was pale, but his expression was extremely firm.

"Come again tomorrow!"

They spoke in unison, with slightly surprised expressions on their faces, and they looked at each other and smiled at the end, but there was a tacit understanding between them.

So far, the two have practiced swords diligently, day and night.

In September, the autumn mountains are like pastures.

Fu Shaotang thought, it was a good time to practice sword.

There is no sun and moon on the blue sky, and two years have passed by.The dry sky is beginning to take shape, and when the land of Kun is taken, Jixia Academy is a few miles away, but it is a good place for this festival.

Take a light boat, travel by water, and see the lake and mountains all the way.There are many mountains and mountains, clear and clean like makeup, walking with friends, and arriving at Canglu.

Xie Qingming only said that he was a disciple of the Xie family, but Fu Shaotang never concealed his identity.Yuanshan has a great reputation, and there are many curious people and many challengers.Jixia is the leader of the young generation. Wherever you look, there is a thriving ambition.

There are even good-natured people who say that his face is like a heavy building and flying snow when it is quiet, and it is like a moonlit night on a spring river when it is moving.

Fu Shaotang never smiled or got angry, dressed in clear white clothes, and took the independent position of Tianyuan.

The nineteen traces are cut with knives and axes, straight and deep, and the light of the chess scale can be used to learn from others, as if hiding clouds and smoke.There are several pieces of chess scattered here and there, black and white are clearly distinguished, it is an end game.

Qianjun Chess Scale, with a radius of ten feet, Fu Shaotang stands alone with white pieces, and those who want to fight set up black pieces, and they fall out of the game.

Junyan of each faction flew up and down again.

On the moon in the sky, according to others, it is like a jade tree piled up with snow, but the sword is as strong as wind and thunder.

Fu Shaotang practiced sword happily for a whole day.

Afterwards, in Jixia Academy, no one dared to beat him up.

In December, Dongshan is like sleeping.

Fu Shaotang thought, it was a good time to practice sword.

Spring comes and autumn goes, four years of cold and heat.When I went down to Yuanshan, the spring was very beautiful, but when I came back, it was the winter wind and the bleak season.

When you leave, you can only cultivate Qi, and when you return, the universe has already been taken.

The swordsman of Lianshan, the heaven and the earth are positioned, the mountains and rivers are ventilated, the wind and thunder are thinner, and the water and fire do not shoot each other.Now the world is dry, the two phases are changing, and the swordsmanship of the mountains is just the beginning.

The master's clothes are still the same as before, and after taking the school exam, he looks quite appreciative.

From this, what I think in my heart, for four years away from the mountain, I used grass and trees instead of swords, but now I have just glimpsed the way of swordsmanship, and I only hope to get a weapon.

In the twelfth lunar month of the third and ninth lunar month, he searched all over the sword mounds in Yuanshan, under the harsh winter wind, and the senior soldiers held each other. The more proficient and smooth the Qiankun sword was polished, the more it made him understand that although the sword is sharp, it has no destiny for him.

That year, the ice hissed and the snow melted, and the Emperor Qing returned.

The descendants of Yuanshan went to Nanhuang to take stones and cast swords.