Words did not fall to the ground, I saw the jade dragon sword come out to sell, and it went straight away like a dragon. The sound swirled in the valley, which was only creepy. Before everyone could react, the jade dragon sword had come back. At this moment, Ye Qiu Bai suddenly stepped back a few steps, suddenly jumped more than ten feet high, and then fell on the back jade dragon blade.
Ye Qiu white stepping jade dragon sword straight toward the distance. Not far from the martial arts field, there stood a huge bluestone, only to hear a loud bang. At the same time, Ye Qiu Bai unexpectedly rushed through the bluestone and disappeared into the smoke.
The splashed gravel was scattered all over the floor with smoke.
Liuqingyuan heart a shock quickly ran towards the rubble.
When the smoke cleared, I saw Ye Qiu standing beside an ancient tree not far away with a smile.
Said: "Can you see it clearly? I must practice more frequently in the future. Today, I took the opportunity of teaching martial arts to try this Yulong sword, only to know that this sword is really powerful, and it is worthy of being created by tableland’s painstaking efforts. "
Liu Qingyuan quickly replied: "I’m flattered, everything is well taught by the master."
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Chapter one hundred and fifty-nine A sword in the hall Swan Island
Sharp-edged piercing swan island
"I have received an invitation from Lin Zhangmen, the head of Wudemen," Ye Qiu Bai went on to say, "On August 15th next year, it will be Zhou Yuping, the great disciple of Wudemen, and wedding date of Lin Shengxue. Then I will choose outstanding kungfu players to attend the feast with me."
At this time, the disciples around us talked about it one after another. The rules of Jianhu Mountain Villa are strict. Many disciples have been going up the mountain for many years, but few of them can go down the mountain. If you can go to the feast of Wudemen with the master, you can not only gain some experience, but also enjoy the prosperity of the rivers and lakes.
All the people said in unison, "Yes, master, my disciples are following your orders."
A small island of tens of square meters in the middle of Bishui Lake is surrounded by water on all sides. In the center of the island, a crooked-necked willow tree with a height of more than ten meters is full of vitality under the nourishment of the lake, and the shadow of the tree is pulled out dozens of meters away along the lake. Under the willow tree, Liu Qingyuan practiced all the master’s streams by memory, and his face showed a depressed expression.
He said to himself, "Why can’t I be like the master? Is the method wrong? "
Say that finish sword and practice, so back and forth for more than ten rounds, willow blue tableland sweat has been covered with his forehead, but no progress, helpless, depressed, he lay down under the willow tree, thoughtfully enjoying the blue water of the lake.
As the sun sets, the afterglow reflected on the lake refracts to the sweat drops on Liu Qingyuan’s forehead, giving off a glittering light. A canoe in the distance gradually disappears on the silver star-studded lake under the sway of the old boatman. Occasionally, a naughty fish jumps out of the water, wagging its tail as if to rush out of this endless lake, and birds in the distant sky return to their habitat in droves.
At this time, the bleary cry of the pair of white swans came from a distance, and immediately came near, only to see one of the white swans flapping its wings and staggeringly landing on the willow with a crooked neck.
Liu Qingyuan was wondering why the white swan screamed so much. Suddenly, one of them "pounced" fell from the crooked neck willow tree and happened to hit Liu Qingyuan’s arms.
Liu Qingyuan got up with a quiver in her heart. I saw that the white swan was pierced by a sharp arrow at some time, and the blood had already dyed the white feather red.
Another white swan surrounded it and stretched out its mouth from time to time to help it heal. It looked very sad.
Liu Qingyuan was moved by the scene in front of him, and slowly came to the White Swan and nodded kindly. She took out a white handkerchief from her bosom and helped the injured swan wipe away some blood stains. This move was shocked by another swan, who mistakenly thought that Liu Qingyuan was going to harm her, accompanied by flapping her wings and flying up and down, flapping her arms and giving out a cry of expulsion.
Liu Qingyuan did not drive it away, but raised his handkerchief with a smile, then took out a glass bottle from his bosom, shook it a few times in front of the swan, then gestured at the injured swan, and then smiled and sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the injured swan’s wound. The other one seemed to understand Liu Qingyuan’s kindness, and slowly quieted down and watched Liu Qingyuan heal his companions.
Although Liu Qingyuan knows a little about medical skills, the skin injury can barely be dealt with. However, when he saw that the sharp arrow had penetrated the swan’s chest, only the two sides were exposed outside, it baffled Liu Qingyuan. If we help the swan pull out the sharp arrow now, there will be only one consequence, that is, it will be killed immediately, but I am afraid that the swan will not survive the dawn unless it pulls out the sharp arrow.
Liu Qingyuan looked at the swan that almost shed tears around her, and then looked back at the swan that was in danger. At that time, she didn’t have an idea.
At this moment, the swans seemed to understand the difficulties of Liuqingyuan, and gave each other a sad cry, as if they were telling each other something. The cry spread to the distance along the lake, and Liu Qingyuan’s heart was full of sadness. Liu Qingyuan sighed helplessly and held the injured swan in his arms, but also shed tears of sympathy.
Suddenly, the uninjured swan was afraid to fly directly to the treetops with its wings, and in a short time it brought a fledgling swan. The swan was not as bright and beautiful as his parents’ feathers, but more like an ugly duckling with messy feathers and disordered black and white colors.
Twisting its slightly bald tail, the chick staggered to the Liuqing tableland and looked at the injured mother. When it was tired, it leaned forward and looked at the Liuqing tableland and its mother silently.
It’s getting dark gradually, and the only light in the west of the lake is drowned by the ruthless darkness. A cool breeze blows, and the sickle-shaped moon gradually rises from the east and hangs up the branches. The moon is even brighter tonight, as if praying for the unfortunate white swan …
Liuqing tableland must sleep or wake up, and it seems that the swan in the arms is changing in the hazy, and the already warm feathers seem to cool down gradually, and finally it is as cold as a lake.
Liu Qingyuan felt a little bad, and hurriedly rubbed his sleepy eyes and shouted, "Don’t … Don’t …" This shout woke up the swan father and son around him from the gloom.
On the quiet island, there was a faint swan’s sad cry …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
(Thank you for your support for many days. Xiaojian is very grateful here. I sincerely thank you for your support. Tomorrow, we will make more efforts, because tomorrow Xiaojian’s works will be on the shelves. Thank you …)
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Chapter one hundred and sixty God bird soul with nine swords
The soul of the bird is attached to the sword of nine heavens
The father of the nestling once again flapped his wings and flew to the treetops, and immediately flew down again. Only when he came back, he had more food for the nestling. After he fed the nestling, he came and went three times in the Liuqing tableland and flew past the crescent moon in the treetops in the air.
At this time, the chick on the ground gave a frightened cry and eagerly flapped its tiny wings and chased it into the air, but no matter how hard it tried, it still couldn’t leap.
Liu Qingyuan picked up the chicks and looked into the air. At this moment, a tragic scene happened. I saw the white swan hovering in the treetops flying higher and higher in the moonlight, and finally disappeared into the sight of Liu Qingyuan.
Liu Qingyuan rubbed his eyes and looked into the air again. A small white dot appeared in the eyes of Liu Qingyuan in the distance.
Suddenly, Liu Qingyi revealed a cold sweat.
Can’t wait to shout: "Look, look, it’s back … It’s back …" Before the words were finished, a trace of horror crossed his face and he quickly shouted: "Don’t …"
There was a muffled sound of "snow", so the soaring white swan crashed into the trunk of a willow with a crooked neck and flew to the western paradise with the soul of another swan.
The chicks in the arms of Liuqingyuan struggled to break away from Liuqingyuan and threw themselves into the arms of their parents. The dead white swan had already lost a breath …
The dead swans in Liuqingyuan’s arms have finished their last journey with kindness and love, and the blood has already dyed the clothes of Liuqingyuan red, flowing down the clothes and blood to the cold iron sword, and the cold iron sword also shed bright red tears because of the blood of swans …
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