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Lu Feiran's cold and sharp eyebrows were knitted together, and his black eyes seemed to have no emotional ups and downs as he looked at Su Changqing.
He pursed his lips in a somewhat restrained manner, then opened and closed them slightly:
"I...although I don't understand the stick technique, the swords, the guns and the sticks, the whips and the fans are all the tools of the ascetics. They are my tools and not my way. All the tools can be used together." Baitong; Dao, the weapon will never come back."
"Where the sword points, my way goes."
"It's the same when it's swept away by a stick."
“With all the changes, the principles remain consistent.”
"When facing an enemy, advancing will make it longer, and retreating will make it faster."
"My sword, when it comes out, there will be no return."
Lu Feiran frowned, as if he was not quite used to his identity as a master. He still referred to himself as me, and his tone was even slightly stiff.
After the words fell, Lu Feiran's eyes passed over the girl's thoughtful face, and then he looked away.
At the same time, people fell silent.
He had no intention of speaking anymore. He had always lived in isolation and was not good at communicating with others. His words just now seemed to have exhausted all his patience.
Su Changqing's eyes showed a little bit of thoughtfulness and understanding, her eyelashes fluttered twice quickly, and then she raised her eyes to look at the young man who had put the sharp sword in his hand into the scabbard.
The young man lowered his head slightly, causing a few strands of black hair to fall down on the side of his face. His fair face seemed to be covered with a thin and clear layer of texture, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment. A bit indifferent and quiet.
Su Changqing's eyes moved slightly and fell on the stone bed. Lu Feiran put the sword into its scabbard and placed it casually on the stone bed.
Perhaps I shouldn't say casually, but the swords are still arranged very neatly.
The scabbard is completely dark and has a very simple atmosphere. It is also engraved with mysterious patterns, such as a new and unique pattern that is a fusion of cloud patterns, Tang grass patterns, symbol deformation patterns, etc.
The sword is five feet long, and looks a bit like a Tang sword. There is a cloth strip wrapped around the hilt, and the color of the cloth strip is old yellow.
It can be seen at a glance that its owner must never leave his hand with a sword.
Su Changqing's expression froze, and she was dazed for a moment. She suddenly thought that if it weren't for the accident, Lu Feiran could have gone very far in the way of swordsmanship.
Even if he later became a powerful summoner, it might not have been his original intention to join the Tao.
But his Taoist heart is solid and his spiritual platform is dust-free. Just as he said, the point pointed by the sword is the direction of his Tao. With such an indomitable temperament, why should he fear that the road is blocked and long? His sharp edge must not be blocked. .
If you have such a righteous attitude, you will not stop moving forward. I think it won't be long before you can get out of the current decadent predicament.
Su Changqing's eyes fell on the young man beside the stone bed again. When he looked at his face with no expression at all, he suddenly thought that just now he was indifferent, mixed with confusion and unfamiliarity, and taught responsibly. She couldn't help but raise her lips.
As if aware of the intense gaze focused on him, Lu Feiran turned his head slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and looked towards Su Changqing.
Impartially, their eyes met exactly.
Su Changqing rolled her eyes, raised her hand to edit, and said:
"Master's words today have greatly benefited my disciples."
"Disciple, thank you Master for your teaching."
Lu Feiran's voice was as clear as the ice and snow in the distant mountains. He said a faint "hmm" without any unnecessary emotion, and then fell silent.
This time, Su Changqing did not secretly complain that Monosyllable should practice silent chanting. Instead, after thinking for a moment, she resigned from Lu Feiran.
"Master, it's getting late now, so it's inconvenient for me to disturb your rest today."
Lu Feiran nodded slightly, "Yes."
"Then the disciple will leave first."
After Su Changqing finished speaking, Lu Feiran nodded lightly, then turned around and left his cave.
Her steps were brisk, but the fleeting effort disappeared, leaving only a breeze.
Lu Feiran stood alone next to the stone bed, his figure as cool as a pine and cypress. He glanced at the direction where the girl disappeared, his eyebrows as cold as frost and snow were slightly lowered, and his fingertips moved slightly, then he walked to the stone bed and sat down, tracing his fingertips The hilt of the sword on the bed.
After sitting quietly for a while, he once again tried to use the power of the stars in his body to repair the damaged meridians and sea of consciousness.
The situation is still the same as before. Just when I tried to operate, a sharp pain suddenly came from the limbs and bones, throbbing and painful. Every time I operated, it was torture, scurrying around like a spasm, and the body was already scarred. The meridians seemed to be even more shattered by the impact.
The power of the stars that can be mobilized in the body is almost non-existent. Lu Feiran's long eyelashes cast a shadow in his pupils, his pale knuckles clenched, and there was a vague bitterness in the corner of his mouth.
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On the other side, after Su Changqing came out of Lu Feiran's cave, she slowly walked down the bluestone stairs back to her residence.
It turned out that she was still thinking about whether to go to Zhuyue Peak, but now that the moonlight had dimmed, and it was inconvenient to go there to disturb her senior brothers and sisters, she put her plans aside for the time being and began to think of what Lu Feiran had just said. Yes.
