[Comprehensive + Sword III] Alliance of Lovelorn

Everyone in the world knows that Xuemo is ruthless, bloodthirsty, and is an out-and-out female devil. Mo Yu once thought that Xuemo must be a lunatic with disheveled hair. When he saw her today, he realized that he was completely wrong. wrong.

No wonder the eloquent storyteller is silent whenever someone asks if Snow Demon is ugly, because Snow Demon is not only not ugly, but also beautiful, so beautiful that even those who hate her cannot slander her peerless beauty .

The snow in Kunlun is deep, and it is a vast expanse as far as the eye can see. On the vast ice field, there are many plum trees that are cold and unrestrained.It was an extremely bright color, as hot as fire, as if it was about to burn in the next moment.

Chu Yunmiao broke off a branch of plum blossom and danced against the wind using the wood as a sword.Her figure is light and elegant, as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. The sword energy overflows when the bright wrist is turned, and the blood-like plum petals are attracted by the sword energy. They broke away from the branches one after another and danced with her sword intent.

The sword energy burst out, and the soft petals immediately became sharp like blades, shooting away in all directions.bang bang bang!The old cliff instantly became riddled with holes.

"This is the first move of the Remnant Chen Yiliu Sword. You just practice it, and come to me after you understand it." Chu Yunmiao threw the plum branch into Mo Yu's hand, and walked away holding the flute. The blood is actually more bright and scorching than the plum blossoms in the forest.

Mo Yu stared blankly at her receding back, and it took him a while to realize that he stumbled into practicing the sword. He was talented and learned the first move in less than a month, and Chu Yunmiao went on to teach him the rest. The next nine moves are only practiced once each time, and then let him figure it out by himself.

It took a year like this before Mo Yu finished learning Remnant Chen Yiliu Sword. However, he only finished learning it. If he knew it, it was still far away.

In the plum forest, Mo Yu's sword was picked up again and again, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Chu Yunmiao's clothes. Chu Yunmiao said coldly, "Is this what you call meeting?"

Mo Yu threw the sword and said angrily: "If you don't teach me to practice internal strength, even if I practice ten years later, I still won't be able to defeat the combined blow of others!"

Hearing the words, Chu Yunmiao swung her palm over, hitting Mo Yu dizzily, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, she could hardly stand up, she walked away, and said indifferently: "Rebel, how dare you disrespect Master, kneel here all night for me! "

With a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth, and a bone-piercing chill under his knees, Mo Yu knelt down in the snow with great difficulty. After half an hour, he felt his whole body was completely cold, but he refused to get up.

After one night, Mo Yu developed a high fever. At that time, he thought that he was going to die, and thought in his heart that Master must have rejected him. Anyway, it is better to die here than to die elsewhere.

Unexpectedly, the master cured himself. The next day, he saw the master on the snowy peak where the wind was blowing. It was hundreds of meters long, shaking violently under the strong wind, like a ferocious beast, but the master stood firmly on it, as if it was a part of the iron chain.

"Come here." Master closed his eyes and said, her expression was indifferent, crystal snowflakes fell on her head, she seemed to be an independent god for thousands of years.

Mo Yu carefully climbed on the iron rope, and it took a stick of incense to climb to Chu Yunmiao's side. Chu Yunmiao tied a rope around his feet and asked him to stand on the iron rope, leaving a message: " Stepping on a thousand peaks, a day on the head, and thousands of miles of wind and clouds, I will not move. When you can comprehend these sixteen characters, I will teach you how to cultivate internal strength."

So another year passed, and Mo Yu struggled on the iron chain every day. At the beginning, he couldn't stand on the iron chain at all. Once he was able to stay on it, he began to fight against the wind. During his practice day after day, his heart became more and more quiet. When he finally became like Chu Yunmiao, he looked at Kunlun Mountain from afar. Seeing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and being independent for thousands of years, I suddenly understood what kind of state it is like "I will not move for thousands of miles".

For the next few years, Mo Yu has been practicing Ningxue Kungfu. After comprehending the sixteen-character mantra, his cultivation has improved rapidly, and his internal strength has grown several times faster than others.

Apart from martial arts, Mo Yu still needs to learn Confucian Classics and History, Six Arts of a Gentleman. Unfortunately, his comprehension in this aspect is not as satisfactory. The master always hits his head with a flute and sighs again and again: "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved!"

In fact, his talent is not that bad, it's just that compared with his master, it's a world of difference. Fortunately, he is good at learning the flute, and he didn't disappoint his master completely.

At the age of 16, Mo Yu had a fondness for Master. It was also in that year that he knew that Master always had someone in his heart.

The spring was bright and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The master was sitting in the Qinfang Pavilion drinking alone. She was drunk, holding the wine glass in one hand and supporting her head with the other, and smiled faintly at Mo Yu.

That smile was so youthful that it could make flowers bloom in the dust, and Mo Yu's heart beat uncontrollably.You gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you. You are already old. The master is nearly half a hundred years old this year, and his hair has turned into white snow, but his peerless appearance has not changed at all. I don’t know how many people in the Valley of the Wicked want to climb into her bed.

Just like that Kang Xuezhu, when his master entered the Valley of the Evil, he was dressed in plain clothes, like a banished fairy, and countless lives were slaughtered under the moon-burying sword, and Kang Xuezhu was almost crippled.When her clothes were stained with blood and she declared herself the owner of the Valley of the Wicked, Kang Xuezhu was fascinated by her, and she was willing to lie down at her feet and let her drive her.

But so what?This guy has harmed so many women in order to practice carving skills, among the top ten villains, the master hates him the most.Thinking of this, Mo Yu laughed, Kang Xuezhu, you are just a dog of the master, you come and go when you call, I am the most important person for the master.

"Do you like me?" Chu Yunmiao took Mo Yu's hand and put it on her face. Her eyes were shining with affection, she was no longer an unattainable master, but a A gentle and affectionate girl.

"I... like it." Mo Yuru fell into a dream, feeling that everything was so unreal.

"I like you too!" Chu Yunmiao smiled, holding Mo Yu's face tenderly with both hands, and kissed him on the lips.

That kiss with the sweetness of plum wine made people addicted. Mo Yu could only follow his feeling, and lingered with Chu Yunmiao's lips and teeth. He was young and ignorant at that time, and he didn't know how to breathe. Yun Miao was surprised when she saw it, she kept laughing, and a series of dense kisses fell on his brow, face, chin...

Mo Yu also learned to respond, and suddenly, Chu Yunmiao asked in confusion: "Aying, why are the plum blossoms on your forehead gone?"

In an instant, Mo Yu's body froze, as if being beaten from heaven to hell, Ah Ying?It turned out that the master regarded him as someone else. Who is this person?Is it Master's... lover?

Mo Yu escaped from Taolin in a very embarrassing situation. From then on, he always dreamed of the kiss in the Qinfang Pavilion, carefully hiding this feeling, not daring to let his master find out.He was jealous of that Ah Ying, but he didn't know whether it was better for him to be dead or alive. If he was alive, the master would never look at him, and if he was dead... then even less so.

You were born before I was born, and I am old when I was born.It turned out that time is such a cruel thing, but it was only ten years, and there was an insurmountable gap between him and his master.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, Ye Fan is coming out in the next chapter!Someone is going to compete with Master Shaogu for favor!Tear!