Its daybreak.
Lines are drawn out on the paper.
Another gust of morning wind passed by, the treetops in the courtyard rustled, and fallen leaves scattered like silver waterfalls.
Suddenly, a figure came down, and the fist wind rushed out, disrupting the silver waterfall that filled the sky.
"who!"
Zhang Tao seemed to sense something, and his aura suddenly appeared. The room became dark again, and the window that was originally open was closed in an instant.
He looked outside the house and saw nothing but fallen leaves all over the ground...
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"Tomorrow morning, the three of you will go there. This is the family's wish."
In the Zhang family's hall, Zhang Tao, Zhang Miao, and Zhang Fu knelt in the center. In front of them was a middle-aged man whose face could not be seen clearly.
The three people's eyes raised at the same time. At this moment, the three of them looked at each other, but there was no shock in their eyes, as if they had expected it.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man above the hall turned around and looked at the three women standing behind him, but he didn't say anything.
However, Zhang Miao's eyes showed a little more fighting spirit.
The middle-aged man's gaze rested on him for the longest time.
Zhang Tao just glanced at it with his peripheral vision, pursed his lips, and said nothing. After all, Zhang Miao was the strongest and the only Windbreaker in their faction. He reached out and touched his chest, feeling the warmth in his arms. Paper, my heart felt a little more settled.
What his mother prepared for him was really a great gift.
"Okay, step back, you can make some preparations."
After the words fell, under the gaze of the three people, the figure of the middle-aged man gradually moved away, and leaving with him were the three women who were originally standing behind him.
Just as Zhang Tao was about to leave, the next moment, Zhang Miao's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his only way out.
Behind him, footsteps sounded slowly, it was Zhang Fu.
"What do you mean by this?" Zhang Tao asked in a deep voice,
Suddenly, two momentums soared into the sky, and the powerful power of blood filled every part of the hall.
"Hey, brother, can't you help the two younger brothers?" Zhang Fu's voice suddenly reached Zhang Tao's ears.
Zhang Tao wanted to say something more, but following Zhang Fu's gaze, he saw it was his chest.
"You already knew?"
Zhang Fu just smiled and didn't say anything. He just spread his hands, and a broken leaf slowly appeared in his palm...
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The dark night reflected the sky, and a bright moon hung in the sky.
Yi Xifeng opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Lingxi who was protecting him in front of him, feeling moved.
Not only Zhong Lingxi, but also two sword spirits that turned into spirit bodies were guarding him.
"Are you awake? Hey, did you get that sword spirit inheritance?" The voice of Xizhou Sword Spirit suddenly sounded in Yi Xifeng's mind. Yi Xifeng looked at the sword spirit in astonishment, with a blank look on his face.
"What, what sword energy?"
He only remembered that after he reached the top, there was nothing. As for the inheritance, he didn't see any trace.
"You have the aura of sword energy in your body." After saying this, the Xizhou Sword Spirit transformed into a physical sword body and returned to Yi Xifeng's hands.
Before the fair young man could ask in detail, he only felt a warmth in his palms. Zhong Lingxi had already leaned over and placed her hand in his palm.
Affectionate.
At this moment, he understood why the Xizhou Sword Spirit turned back without even finishing his words. It turned out that the old boy couldn't eat "dog food".
A softness flashed in the fair young man's eyes, and he stretched out his other hand to gently smooth the mess in Zhong Lingxi's hair.
"What are you doing?" Zhong Lingxi asked in confusion, and quickly pulled his hand back.
The movement was so fast that it only took an instant. When Yi Xifeng came back to his senses, Zhong Lingxi's figure had already appeared a few feet in front of him. The Nanfeng Sword Spirit next to him also turned into Nanfeng after a few chuckles. The appearance of a wind sword is hanging on his waist.
"No, you..."
Yi Xifeng withdrew his hand that was stuck in mid-air and stood up awkwardly, with a slight blush on his cheeks.
It's a bit embarrassing...
After standing up, I immediately felt a warm current flowing down my palms and filling my whole body, and the fatigue of sitting for a long time was instantly swept away.
It turned out that it was just to relieve his fatigue... Could it be that his fatigue in the world of swordsmanship could also be reflected in his appearance?
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng looked around the cliff again and saw that the original people were still sitting cross-legged and meditating on the Tao, and there were even a few more people. The man in the splendid clothes did not move even a little bit, but he felt that the other party was in great pain. He even frowned and the veins on his neck were exposed.
However, the aura on his body has not changed. It seems that the state he fell into in the world of swordsmanship has been restored.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you leave?"
Zhong Lingxi pulled Yi Xifeng and walked out.
"How long have I been in there?" Yi Xifeng suddenly asked in confusion.
Because as more and more people came here, he found that just that mountain in the world of kendo didn't seem worth climbing for so many people.
After all, there is nothing on the top.
Could it be that there are some other opportunities inside that he has not discovered?
"Just three days." Zhong Lingxi thought about it carefully and then said.
After saying that, he pulled Yi Xifeng away from the cliff, as if he had something on his mind.
Seeing Zhong Lingxi's appearance, Yi Xifeng was puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He raised his head and looked at the night in the sky, and then looked at the road they came from. Although it was night, he still saw something Blood stains stained the path. After hesitating, he agreed, and with a flip of his wrist, he pulled Zhong Lingxi down the mountain.
Maybe he understood what was happening.
The two of them walked in the direction they came from with their swords in hand. Because it was nightfall, the two of them did not dare to walk too fast, and the noise was kept to a minimum.
Yi Xifeng walked in front, looking around with a solemn expression.
There are more than ten people coming to this cliff now, maybe more than these, there may be more.
On that cliff path, he and the man in rich clothes were the only ones practicing.
The blood stains mean that there has been a conflict here, but who was it directed at? The man in the gorgeous clothes has a noble status, and the dozen or so people here should all be famous people, so they can only come here for him, Yi Xifeng.
Therefore, Zhong Lingxi probably protected him and killed all the future offenders, so he would suffer revenge from more people...
If he didn't happen to wake up at night today, Zhong Lingxi would be in trouble tomorrow when more people come to attack.
Thinking of this, Yi Xifeng suddenly felt a dangerous aura following behind the two of them.
This feeling has no reason, no source or clue.
In the woods behind him, there were sounds of insects, but other than that, he couldn't hear any unnecessary sounds, but he did feel that he was being stared at. (End of chapter)
