Chapter 482 Twelve Hates of Invincible World

"One hate that talented people can't do anything, two hate beauty and thin lives, three hate the endless river waves, four hate the cold world, five hate the platform easy to leak, six hate orchid leaves are charred, seven hate pufferfish very poisonous, eight hate peanut thorns, nine hate summer night mosquitoes, ten hate the dragonfly hidden dragonfly, eleven hate uneat failure, twelve hate the world is invincible."

Mr. Mingyue unfolded a simple picture of sword hatred, and on the title page, the dragon flying and phoenix dancing painted the sword king nameless and twelve hatreds.

Mr. Mingyue looked at the thrilling and listened to Murong Hongxiu: "The mad knife got this sword and hates the map, and soon committed injustice. It happened that we were hunted and killed by Qi Zhenzi of Longhu Mountain and the fierce monk of Buddhism. We fled all the way to the north, and the mad knife had no intention to study this picture. Today, when I saw you and the leader of the Demon Sect, I was finally relieved. Only then did the Kuang Dao turn out to study. Unfortunately, we are all swords. We are not very clear about this ancient sword spectrum. Please enlighten us.

Mr. Mingyue looked at the nameless and twelve hatred of the swordsman alone and sighed: "It seems that this swordsman who assassinated Chun Shenjun is really cynical and hateful. Hey! Eleven hates that they have not eaten the fruit, and twelve hate that the world is invincible. How lonely it is, and the emotion is quite deep.

Murong Hongxiu smiled and said, "Oh? It turns out that the Mingyue brothers feel the same way? Is it that the price of your master is very lonely and bleak? No matter how invincible the world is, it is indeed a very sad thing.

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Before reaching the three thousand worlds, Mingyue was also a frog in the well. He is conceited that there is no opponent in the world. He is unparalleled in the world. He laughs proudly at the world. He wants to defeat but can't get it. He is really lonely! After coming to 3,000 worlds, I knew that the boy was shallow and far away. Only know that there are people outside, and there is a sky outside.

The mad knife laughed and said, "It turns out that the Mingyue brothers have also been arrogant and unruly. They are my Taoist people."

Murong Hongxiu said, "Now we are very modest. Unlike you, you are still crazy and conceited heroes."

Mr. Mingyue and Kuangdao laughed. Mr. Mingyue said again, "The owner of the sword hate map, Jianjun, is unknown, and he is also a hero. Since Chun Shenjun, who can assassinate the four sons of the Warring States, must be outstanding. Maybe he is an unparalleled master in the world in the past. Judging from these twelve hatreds, Jianjun's nameless life is depressed and unrespiring. He still hates talented people, his beauty is pale, the world is cold, and he hates the creation of heaven and earth, which can be said to be extremely cynical. If you don't look at the map, you should also know that the sword contained is legally strange.

Kuangdao and Murong Hongxiu nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother Mingyue is right. I think the swordsmanship moves contained in the sword hate map have the words of hatred, resentment and regret, but they are profound and obscure, and there is a kind of gloomy atmosphere, which makes people very worried."

Mr. Mingyue nodded silently and looked at the map of sword hatred. Sure enough, he saw that every move had a map note, or hatred or resentment or regret, such as rain hatred and cloud sorrow, hatred of Huangquan, nine deaths without regrets, anger and resentment and other sword moves emerged one after another. It seems that in the past, the swordsman hated it to the extreme and used swordsmanship to express his grievances.

After looking at it for a long time, Mr. Mingyue seemed to be immersed in the nameless sorrow and hatred of the sword king. Later, when the twilight fell, Murong Hongxiu raised the candle in his palm. Mr. Mingyue suddenly felt shocked, sighed and said sadly, "Brother, the swordsmanship contained in the map is wonderful, but the hatred is too strong, and the moves are really strange and shocking."

The crazy knife smiled bitterly and said, "It's a pity that I only know the swordsmanship. The red sleeve is also the knife of the red sleeve, and the swordsmanship is only a little knowledgeable. The so-called one Xiao Yijian's business is very ashamed.

Mr. Mingyue suddenly remembered something and said happily, "Crazy brother! You can make a sword. Although the sword is light and the knife is fierce, the sword moves in the picture are full of hatred. Sword moves can also be used as knife moves. Coupled with the real power of internal power, it can really shock the world and ghosts and gods.

The mad knife wondered, "Is it done? I'm afraid that the moves contained in the sword hate map are too strange, and it's inevitable that it will be incoherent if the knife can't be used.

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "How can you know if you don't try? I think it's okay."

Murong Hongxiu also smiled and said, "Yes, even if you can't recruit, you can use a sword to make knives. There must be several moves that are easy to send out with knife air. Please refer to Mingyue in detail and talk to us."

Mr. Mingyue then did not regret his death from the beginning of the sword hate map, and made a kind of understanding. He talked in detail with the mad knife and Murong Hongxiu. In some difficult places, he discussed with the mad knife and red sleeves. Some of the tricks that can't be discussed are really difficult to understand, and I don't want to understand them at the moment. Let it go.

Less than an hour later, the sword hate picture has learned seven moves, and the three of them are happy. On the contrary, there is no regret of the depressed hatred in the sword hate map.

At this moment, the door knocked gently and heard a silver bell-like voice of Qiner, "Is Sister Murong there?"

Murong Hongxiu hurriedly answered, "Yes! Is it Sister Qin'er?"

Qin'er said outside the door, "Hmm! We all had a good rest, prepared for the banquet, and invited Sister Murong and Brother Kuangdao to the banquet. Is Brother Mingyue also here?"

Murong Hongxiu opened the door and said with a smile, "It's also here!" Qin'er, please come in. Are you going to have supper?

Mr. Mingyue looked back and saw Qin'er and smiled, "Ha ha, we are studying the ancient sword spectrum. We don't realize that we have forgotten dinner. We are ashamed. Did you ask the shopkeeper of Danhe Tower to prepare a banquet? That's great!"

Qin'er smiled and said, "I'm just waiting for you. The master sent me to invite you, which also means that Brother Yue is gone. I knew it was here as soon as I thought about it. Hee, when did Brother Mingyue learn swords so much? It's rare to forget to eat and sleep.

Everyone laughed, and Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "Okay! We are going to the banquet and practice swordsmanship tomorrow. Oh, and also, is your sister Feng Cailing happy or angry? Are you still angry with me?"

Qin'er smiled and said, "Somehow, Sister Feng Cailing is also indifferent to us. How do I know if she is angry? Anyway, you should be careful. Don't offend her again."

Murong Hongxiu also said yes and smiled, "Mingyue, if she ignores you, don't pester her. After a period of time, she will calm down and will be pleasant to you and make up as before. This is my daughter's golden words. You must listen to it.

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "Hmm! I've been taught. That's what I listen to you."

The crazy knife put away the sword and hate picture, and the four people went out of the door and rushed to the upstairs of Danhe Tower.

Sure enough, I saw that the leader was cold and unintentional, the enchanted messenger, as well as Yan Ruoxue and Feng Cailing had already been waiting for them.

Mr. Mingyue peeked at Feng Cailing's face. His face was really as beautiful as water, and he didn't look up at Mingyue at all.

The mad knife arched his hand and said, "Ha ha, Lord, we are late. We are visiting an ancient sword score with Mingyue, and we have forgotten dinner."

He smiled coldly and said, "Everyone, sit down and wait for you to come. Mingyue, how about the ancient sword spectrum? What do you think?

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "This sword spectrum is called Sword Hate Map, which was handed down by the ancestor of Guangcheng of Taoism and the crazy brother. It was written by the unnamed swordsman who assassinated Shenjun of the State of Chu in the past. The moves are all named after the three words of hatred, resentment and regret. It is really strange and incredible.

The god nodded coldly and said with a smile, "Well, the ancient spectrum is difficult to understand, as long as you are careful. Ruoxue, pour the bar."

Mr. Mingyue mentioned Guang Chengzi, one of the ancestors of Taoism, and suddenly remembered the difference between sects. He sat down and said, "Brother Xin, I have one more thing to say."

He smiled coldly and said, "What's the matter? But it doesn't matter."

Mr. Mingyue murmured, "Although I joined the magic religion, I was originally a disciple of the old man Tianya. In terms of name, I am still a Taoist descendant. I don't know if Brother Xin mind?"

The master smiled coldly and said, "What's this! Don't worry, who still cares about those? Whether you are a Taoist or a demonic messenger, you are my good brother. Come on, let's do it!"

Mingyue was quite moved. At present, he was completely relieved about this matter. He picked up the wine bowl and drank it with everyone.

Everyone is laughing, talking and laughing, but Feng Cailing seems to be unhappy.

Feng Cailing not only ignores the bright moon, but also cares about Murong Hongxiu's cup, as if she has endless opinions on both of them.

Murong Hongxiu knew that the phoenix's eyes were flowing, blinking at Mr. Mingyue and smiled.

Who would have thought that the red sleeve gave the bright moon a dark look was seen by Feng Cailing. Feng Cailing was embarrassed to attack Murong Hongxiu again, so she had to stare at Mr. Mingyue fiercely.

Mr. Mingyue just smiled and followed what Murong Hongxiu taught him. He ignored Feng Cailing. His expression was very leisurely, as if everything was unobstructed, and he also laughed with everyone.

Feng Cailing had no choice but to relieve his sorrows. He had no choice but to drown his sorrows. The wine cup was not small enough, and he also exchanged a big bowl. He only cared about pouring wine with the wine jar in his arms. The wine was dry to the glass, as if he was angry and drank very fast.

Mr. Mingyue looked at it and was very distressed. He wanted to persuade him a few words, but Murong Hongxiu kept his eyes and quietly waved his hand, as if he was not smiling. Mr. Mingyue had to give up and picked up one bowl after another, just to eat wine.