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Xie Xiangcai rushed forward with his head slightly dizzy, and after a while he came to a crossroads.
He looked around anxiously, still having no idea where he was going.
The elder's robe that the young man wore was eye-catching, and it didn't take long for him to attract the attention of many people. He stood there with a blushing face, listening to the discussions of the students around him, feeling the countless pairs of eyes projected on him, and his palms were full of anxiety. It's sweat.
"Da da da--"
The crisp sound of footsteps could be heard behind him, and a burst of fragrance of fragrant grass hit him. Xie Xiangcai's body suddenly tensed up, and his cheeks became even redder.
Feng Xinlian moved lightly and stepped forward to stand side by side with the young man. She tilted her head slightly and blinked her eyelashes slightly.
Someone around suddenly screamed.
Feng Xin ignored the cheers from the students around him and said softly, "Don't you know how to leave?"
Xie Xiangcai only felt that his throat was blocked by something, and after a while he nodded stiffly.
Feng Xin chuckled, naturally stretched out her jade hand to hold one of Xie Xiangcai's sleeves, and pulled him toward a courtyard gate amid everyone's astonished eyes.
The courtyard is extremely quiet, with only a small pavilion and a sycamore tree.
Winter has just begun, and there are still a few dark yellow leaves scattered on the sycamore trees, crumbling, and I don't know when they will fall.
Feng Xin led Xie Xiangcai to the pavilion, gently let go of his jade hand, glanced at the other party's red cheeks, and then turned away, leaving only an intriguing back view of the other party.
"Is this yard nice?"
Feng Xin's clear voice came out and echoed in Xie Xiangcai's ears.
Xie Xiangcai raised his head, looked at the half-withered sycamore tree, sighed and nodded, trying to get away.
Feng Xin turned around quickly and walked up to Xie Xiangcai in a few steps. With his eyes half drooped, he stretched out his hand to straighten the man's somewhat messy collar.
The young man's body was a little limp and his steps were slightly backward.
Feng Xin came forward and whispered in his ear, "Eighth Young Master, are you dating?"
Xie Xiangcai was startled and shook his head slightly subconsciously.
Feng Xin turned around again, her toes touched the floor tiles covered with fallen leaves, her figure was as light as a swallow, and slowly landed on the sycamore tree. Then she sat down with her skirt under her skirt, swinging her long white legs, and looked at him with a faint smile. A young man with a sword hanging from his waist in the pavilion.
"Are you the Eighth Young Master as I like to call you, or the Elder Zhang Jian, or... the Little Prime Minister..."
After Xie Xiangcai heard Feng Xin's words, his body trembled, and the blush spread to the root of his neck.
"I like the name Xiao Xiangcai, it's so cute!"
Feng Xin adjusted her skirt and said to herself.
Then she raised her head slightly, holding a fallen sycamore leaf in her palm, "Xiao Xiangcai, I have done you two favors, haven't you thought about repaying me?"
Prime Minister Xie was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "Which two?"
Feng Xin rolled her eyes at him, "I brought you to the school that day, and I brought you in just now to avoid embarrassment. Aren't they exactly two things?"
Xie Xiangcai pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and cupped his hands towards Feng Xin, "Thank you, Miss Feng, for your kindness."
"Is it just a word of kindness?"
"What else does Miss Feng want?"
Feng Xin's eyes swept over Xie Xiangcai's body, and finally stopped on the long sword hanging on his waist. He smiled sweetly, "How about you show me how to dance with a sword? I always think people who use swords are very handsome. !”
Xie Xiangcai's cheeks were slightly red, and after a while he nodded in agreement.
He moved his palms to his waist and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.
The sword in its sheath was motionless.
The young man's cheeks turned red and he exerted force several times. Finally, the original power of his body was activated, and the Fengyun Sword could not be unsheathed.
After a long time, Prime Minister Xie sighed and shook his head at Feng Xin above the treetops, "Miss Feng, I don't know why my sword can't be unsheathed today."
Feng Xin turned his head and said, "If you don't show me how to dance your sword today, don't even think about leaving here. We'll just waste it here."
Xie Xiangcai was speechless.
Feng Xin hummed softly, and after a moment, he touched the blessing bag on his waist with his palm, and a slender and beautiful long sword flew out, hovering in front of Xie Xiangcai.
"Here, you can use mine. But be careful when using it. This is my personal sword and it hasn't been used by anyone else yet!"
Xie Xiangcai looked at the sword in front of him and hesitantly extended his palm.
The long sword automatically slid into his palm, and after a buzzing sound, it immediately became obedient.
"Osmanthus fragrans……"
The young man's fingers touched the two handsome characters engraved on the end of the sword and murmured.
Then he flipped his wrist, and light blue sword flowers appeared one by one.
He touched the ground lightly with the soles of his feet, swept out of the small pavilion, then touched the ground again, and flew to the top bricks of the pavilion.
"Miss Feng, you're showing off your shame."
Xie Xiangcai saluted with his sword, and then circulated his energy.
Feng Xin's shoulders were instantly covered with sycamore leaves.
A hundred miles away, the girl was lying in front of Mufong, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, feeling secretly sad.
The flowers on the branches withered instantly and were covered with dark brown soil.
Suddenly, snow fell on her shoulders. She raised her head slightly and looked at the heavy snow that fell without warning.
The girl clenched the snowflakes in her palms, feeling the cold touch that gradually dissipated, and her tears were like broken pearls.
"It's snowing, Xie Xiangcai... are you watching?"
The east wind here does not understand, but still attracts the west wind to bring winter snow.
The young man there is at a loss, and sycamore leaves have fallen all over the sword.
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The west wind carried heavy snow all the way to Qingmeng City.
The white-haired boy lying on the top of the mountain waved his hand in confusion, and the dome covering the small cave sky of Qingmeng Academy quietly dispersed, and the heavy snow took advantage of it.
There are no dandelions growing on the green qiong.
On the top of the pavilion, the young man's body is covered with snow-white.
He shook off the blood on his shoulders and let the wind blow a light snowfall.
Feng Xin was still full of joy, his eyes were drawn, and he felt extremely comfortable in his heart.
Xie Xiangcai moved slightly, and when he reappeared, he was already beside Feng Xin.
He gently placed the Osmanthus Sword in the opponent's arms, sat down and swung his legs in imitation of the opponent's gesture.
The young man held his chin and looked at the eastern sky, where the snow seemed to be heavier.
Feng Xin turned his head, looked at the young man's reddish cheeks and eyes, his face changed slightly, and then he said in a calm voice, "Xiao Xiangcai, who are you thinking about?"
Xie Xiangcai trembled, withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and played with his fingers. After thinking for a moment, he said, "A... girl."
The word "girl" is not intended to be aggravating.
"oh?"
Feng Xin scratched away the snow on the sword body with his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and said softly.
"The Fengyun Sword on my waist was given to me by her."
The young man lowered his head to himself, not noticing the smile on his face at all.
"Oh, that's alright."
Feng Xin suddenly stood up and swept down the plane tree.
On the treetops, the osmanthus sword was left.
She stepped towards the outside of the courtyard, her voice regained its clarity, "Elder Zhang Jian, help me take care of the sword. I will come to pick it up from you in half a month."
As soon as the words fell, the figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Xie Xiangcai was a little confused. He shook his head with a sigh and reached out to grab the long sword lying quietly beside him.
"This is my personal sword, and it hasn't been used by anyone yet!"
This sentence came back to his ears at some point.
Xie Xiangcai remained silent, just holding the hilt of his sword and jumping down from the treetop.
The snowflakes didn't float for long before they accumulated a thick layer on the ground, which was extremely soft when it fell on it.
The young man walked out slowly with a long sword in his hand, and came to Qingqiong in two or three steps.
I feel depressed and can't get out.
So he raised the Juanmei long sword in his hand again. When the sword rose, the sword energy also rose.
Within a few feet of the surrounding area, white mist suddenly began to appear.
One of the figures became increasingly blurry.
The sword energy is chaotic, like thoughts.
In the heavy snow, countless figures stood scattered, all wearing big coats, looking at the blurry figure dancing a sword in the white mist.
There has been no snow in Zhuxi for many years, but now it suddenly snows all over the Qingqiong.
The east wind blows high and the snow covers the body, and the cold wine enters the lungs and makes me cough.
The wine is warm in the deep palace of the South China Sea, and the pearl is holding the sword with a confused heart.
The white-haired boy stood up in a daze from his sleep, shook his head, and muttered, "Is it fucking snowing?"
He recalled that a long time ago, this Qingmeng City seemed to have another, more beautiful name.
It’s called…
Guangling.
"Hey, who hasn't been young..."
