Despite the coldness of the night, a dark shadow was reflected on the white snow, illuminated by the moonlight. Zhu Yaoji stood quietly, and her personal maid stood quietly behind her.

One person, one sword, wearing a blue gown, with a silhouette like a night owl, an afterimage crossed the sky, reaching its peak, without making a single sound, and landed behind the princess.

With a ruthless face and eyes as cold as water, looking at Zhu Yaoji's back motionlessly, a touch of tenderness unexpectedly appeared. In those cold eyes, something hot was slowly melting the ice in them.

For Yu Lengqingwu, he himself didn't know why it was like this. But when he faced Zhu Yaoji, he had a different feeling in his heart. That meeting planted a seed deep in his heart.

The reason why Leng Wuwu follows the path of ruthlessness is because his sword, the sword Wuqing, has no emotional fetters and can reach the extreme speed. But after several years of training, Leng Qingwu is confused. Human beings are flesh and blood, who can be ruthless? So?

He no longer deliberately suppresses his feelings.

After standing for a long time, the long sword was unsheathed, the shadow of the sword flashed, and an orchid appeared on the snow. Leng Wuqing took out an orchid carved from white jade and placed it in the snow.

It came without a trace and left without a sound. It was as if Leng Wuwu had never been here before, but there was an extra white magnolia flower on the snow, proving that someone had been here.

"Princess, look!"

The maid behind the princess pointed at the orchids on the snow, with a look of surprise on her face, and murmured to herself: "It wasn't there just now, so why is it suddenly there?"

The princess stepped forward, looked at the orchids painted with swords in the snow, and gently held the white magnolia flowers in her hands. The white magnolia flowers had a warmth in their hands, which gave people a sense of warmth in the cold winter.

The person who carved it must also be someone who likes orchids, otherwise he would not be able to carve the charm of orchids.

"Princess, who gave this to you?"

How could Zhu Yaoji know? It was just that she felt that the person who sent the magnolia flowers should be the same person who sent the orchid picture. But in his heart, how much she thought it was that person who sent the thing.

"Put it down."

"oh!"

The palace maid took the white magnolia flower, greeted her, and turned to leave. At this moment, a shooting star flashed across the sky, dazzling and dazzling, momentarily surpassing the bright moon in the sky. The princess hurriedly closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and prayed in her heart.

Fang Fangyi was sitting cross-legged in the silent night, running the magic skills and practicing the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss. Since the last battle with Zhu Tai, it was a blessing in disguise that he had raised the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss to the sixth level in a daze. After that, Fang Fangyi continued to practice, but the Divine Art of Ultimate Bliss never made any progress.

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House Yi's handprints are formed, and the internal energy circulates in the body and travels through the meridians of the body. Because House Yi's internal energy is not obtained by his own cultivation, but obtained by accident, it is not pure. It contains some golden toads.

Only by keeping his violent energy out of his body can Fang Fang Yi's skills become even deeper.

After meditating for a long time, the internal force became purer little by little. But Fang Fangyi still couldn't grasp the point of the seventh level. The secret book of the Supreme Bliss Magic Technique contains the method of running the internal force, but there is no mental method for cultivation.

There is a sentence recorded on the secret book of magical skills: extremely blissful, extremely happy, and magical skills will surely be achieved.

With his mind blocked, Fang Yiqiang automatically performed the seventh level of the Divine Art of Bliss. He felt that his whole body was hot, and his meridians seemed to be burning. In the cold dark night, Fang Yi was sweating all over his body, and mist filled his surroundings.

Wherever the internal force is running, the meridians are damaged. But once the internal force on the seventh level is running, it flows through his body like a torrent of river water, and there is no time to stop. As the days pass by, the house is prone to unbearable pain all over the body, and he secretly blames himself for being careless.

, almost went crazy.

Carefully run the first few levels of magic, using internal energy to moisten the burned meridians. After a while, Fang Yi's clothes all over his body were soaked through, and then the operation of the skills was stopped.

As soon as the hot feeling passed, the sweat on his body cooled down, and a cold feeling came into his heart, and his clothes almost turned into ice cubes. When the house moved, the internal force evaporated the sweat, and white mist suddenly surrounded him.

Looking back at the essentials of the method, I found that I practiced exactly according to the secrets recorded in the secret book, but why it didn't work. The house was easy to practice but difficult to understand. I understood the secret of the method in my heart, but I couldn't find the crux of it.

Recalling the feeling of getting the sixth level, I found that my mind was in chaos at that time, and I had no impression at all. It seemed that I had no reference. Since the opportunity had not come, Fang Fangyi did not intend to force it.

In fact, with Fang Fang Yi's current skills, he is considered to be a top-notch master in today's martial arts world, and it is usually difficult to meet his opponents. However, compared with some martial arts masters who can't hide their secrets, Fang Fang Yi is still a little behind.

Just now, my heart was completely immersed in the path of enlightenment, as if I was in the vast universe, with no sensitivity to the surroundings. Now I relaxed, and suddenly I felt a cold air behind my back, and a cold thought locked on myself. This

The house smells familiar to him, and he knows who it is without looking back.

"I didn't expect you to be so cold and courageous. You still dare to come to the palace even though you know the emperor wants your life. Aren't you afraid that you may not come back?"

Leng Wuqing's face was as cold as ever, without a trace of ripples, and he said disdainfully: "Is there no return? In this palace compound, I come and leave whenever I want. No one in this world can stop me.

Including you."

"Master Leng Bao made a special trip to see the Zhang family today. He still wants to fight with the Zhang family!" The last word 'war', Fang Fangyi said very seriously. Fang Fangyi had just realized that the Divine Art of Bliss had failed, Fang Fangyi wanted to be with Leng Qingwu.

Fight to help yourself understand.

Leng Wuwu knew that Fang Wuwu was thinking about it. He held the long sword in his hand and looked at the Wuqing sword in his hand. Leng Qingwu said slowly: "A battle is inevitable. I will have a battle with you sooner or later, but not today. I know you are at this moment."

I want to fight with me to help you gain enlightenment, but today I can’t do what you want.”

When he finished speaking, the sword was still sheathed.

"Master Lengbao, what are you doing here today? Are you really here to see your home?" Fang Fangzhi was not the one who deliberately teased.

"Huh, look at you, I am ruthless and don't have the taste for it. I just passed by here and saw that you were about to go crazy in your cultivation. I was afraid that if you died, no one would fight with me. So I came here to take a look. I didn't expect that you were very lucky.

, Leng doesn’t have to worry.”

After saying that, Leng Wuqing didn't want to talk to Fang Fangyi anymore and turned around to leave.

Facing Leng Qingwu's leaving shadow, Fang Fangyi stood up and said, "Master Leng, it's true that you can come and go in this palace freely. But don't anger the emperor and bring disaster to your Leng Family Fort."

"I don't need to worry about Lengjiabao's affairs."

Leng Wuwu was the number one arrester in the world back then. He was very familiar with the palace compound, and it was easy for him to come and go freely. With his ruthless sword, few people in the world could stop him.

Leng Qingwu left, Yi Yi stretched out his hand to grab the house, and the sin of heaven was in his hands.

"Knife, how many secrets do you have?"
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