The supreme sword demon

Chapter 44 The water is clear and shallow [Ask for red votes]

A soaked man lay peacefully under the moon. The weak limbs, a moment of thick snoring, showed the teenager's ubiquitous fatigue and exhaustion from body to heart.

A faint sigh suddenly came from the quiet valley. The sigh lasted for a long time, with an inexplicable relief and heartache.

Lin Xiaochen walked to Lin Feng with his hands behind his back, looked at it silently for a long time, and reached out to remove the broken sword. Unexpectedly, although Lin Feng was tired and dying, although he fell into a deep sleep, the broken sword was extremely dead, and Lin Xiaochen couldn't take it out. Just as he wanted to exert some strength, Lin Feng subconsciously turned and held the broken sword firmly in his arms and pressed it under his body.

"..." Lin Xiaochen looked at the sleeping Lin Feng with a complicated expression and was speechless for a long time.

"It's really not in vain that the word 'wind' in your name is a real little madman, just like your father when he was young!" Lin Xiaochen's eyes flashed a picture of Lin Ruhai practicing swords when he was a teenager. It was distressed, gratifying and bitter. He stretched out his arm and gently picked up Lin Feng and muttered to himself, "Well, when was our Lin family not like this? We are born swordsmen! This is the madness and soul left by our ancestors in our blood!"

Put Lin Feng in the newly made** during the day. Lin Xiaochen sat and stared at it for a long time before quietly going out.

It's another morning, August 28 of Yonghe 998. 998 years have passed since the war thousands of years ago. Human beings obviously hate the previous war of demons, so they began to use the Yonghe Year from the first year after the end of the war, which means that there will always be peace, and there will never be no more lives and suffering again. Of course, these have nothing to do with Lin Feng. He has smelled the chicken and danced on time and came to the small valley to carry out another arduous 10,000 sword practice mission.

Although I can't remember how I got home yesterday, I can't remember when the charming wooden bed I was lying on was cured and appeared in my room, but Lin Feng didn't care. Anyway, it's either my mother or grandpa. There is no need to delve into it.

His arms are still sore and his legs are still insensitive, but Lin Feng clenched his teeth and practiced meticulously.

The morning fog is like a veil, quietly covering this quiet and remote valley. The fog is ethereal, and the figure of the sword-practicing teenager appears from time to time. The whole small valley is ethereal like a fairyland on earth.

The sun is rising, and the fog is like a naughty child, hovering around the forest wind, but unwilling to leave. Lin Feng's body exuded hot air. I don't know whether the fog entered his body or the heat of his body turned into fog.

"Wow..." With a long breath, Lin Feng stood with his sword, quietly feeling the feeling left by each sword, moving his sore and numb body, and couldn't help showing a comfortable smile.

"Today's 10,000 swords have finally been completed. "Oh." Putting the broken sword into the imprint space, Lin Feng put on the clothes he had taken off early and strode home. It was time to go home to cook.

The food has already been ready, and the water and fiber clouds quietly leaned on the doorbar and looked forward to it. After seeing Lin Feng's figure, they smiled warmly.

"Go and wash your face." Smiling and straightening the messy corners of his son's clothes, Shui Xianyun walked into the kitchen.

After breakfast, Lin Feng was about to enter the back mountain, but he saw Lin Menger standing outside the door and probing his head, not knowing what to see.

"What's wrong?" Lin Feng walked over and joked, "Why don't you dare to go in? Are you afraid of my grandfather..." Speaking of this, he felt both funny and abrupt, so he stopped talking, but his eyes became more and more ambiguous.

"How dare you say it!" Lin Menger twisted Lin Feng's waist with hatred. Meat, a red cloud couldn't help flying on his face: "In the past, drunk grandpa just drank, why did he be like that as soon as he recognized you..."

"What is it?" Lin Feng smiled and took Lin Menger's strange Qianyu's hand and gently held it in the palm of his hand. His eyes were gentle, but he smiled and joked, "What is it like? How can I know if you don't explain?"

"That's it!" Lin Menger didn't expect that his courage was so big now. She only felt a big hand holding herself tightly, but she seemed to burn her heart and body, blushed and dizzy for a moment.

"Bad guy, I won't talk to you!" Lin Menger only felt that she was about to be burned into a pile of ashes by this heat, and panicked away Lin Feng's big hand. Then he said quickly, "The patriarch asked me to call you to gather in the reception hall. He knows that you don't like to attend these gatherings, but this time he specifically asked me to bring you there. Well, my words are over. You also know where the reception hall is. I'll go first. As soon as he finished speaking, he fled in a hurry, like a frightened cute rabbit.

Lin Feng felt the remaining warmth and smoothness in his hand, and couldn't help putting his hand in front of his nose, and a pleasant fragrance of peach blossoms came towards him. Smell gently, Lin Feng couldn't help but be fascinated and intoxicated.

"Oh..." A soft smile suddenly sounded. Lin Feng knew how indecent his action was just now. He hurriedly put down his hand and looked angrily at the place where the sound came from.

However, I saw a girl in a white dress standing fixedly on a branch. The girl's eyebrows were blocked by the branches and leaves protruding randomly, and she couldn't see it seriously. It's just a waterfall-like black hair pouring down and lying quietly behind the girl, with a water-blue belt around her waist, which makes the girl more and more refined.

Lin Feng couldn't help swallowing the swear words he blurted out. Looking at the girl who didn't eat the fireworks in front of him, like a fairy, he was very angry.

"Well, this..." Lin Feng felt red and opened his mouth to explain.

The girl didn't care. She seemed to wave her hand gently to this side, then raised her feet and gently stamped her body. She suddenly pulled up and stepped on a branch gently against the wind. Her body was like the wind, lightly across the sparse gaps between the trees. After a few ups and downs, the girl had disappeared.

"..." Lin Feng touched his nose speechlessly and was very depressed. But he couldn't help whispering in his heart, "No, even if I ignore the world, should I know that such an extraordinary fairy appears in the Lin people?"

All the way, Lin Feng couldn't figured it out. Looking up is the reception hall. Lin Feng thought of the mysterious woman, and there was a trace of vague expectation in his heart and slowly walked in.

As usual, when he found the position in the corner, Lin Feng sat down and began to practice.

It was noisy, and the young people of the Lin clan came in noisyly. Seeing Lin Feng who closed his eyes and practiced hard, he was also used to it and didn't care. The unmanable one pointed out and said a few words to the people next to him, and the sarcasm and ridicule sounded from time to time. Although there were many ridicule and ridicule, those people also knew Lin Feng's consistent nature and did not come forward to provoke.

The hall is gradually full. Looking up, the familiar juniors sit together in twos and threes, or exchange their newly discovered interesting places, making a smile that you know me, or discussing the experience of martial arts. It is dense and buzzing. In this generation, there are no less than 2,000 young people in the Lin family.

"Okay, is everyone here?" Lin Xiong came in through the back door, looked at the prosperous scene below, and nodded with satisfaction. The average age of this generation of young people is 18 years old, and the oldest is only 25 years old. In addition to the dozens of newly broken swordsmen, there are also 100 talents in the realm of swordsmen. Although most of them are swordsmen, he is still very happy, because this is an unprecedented feat of the Lin family in recent decades.

His eyes swept over his vigorous faces, and Lin Xiong felt more and more complacent. At this speed, in a few years, the Lin family will probably be able to overwhelm the other three families, unify the vast town, and become the only giant hegemon, right?

When he saw Lin Feng shrinking quietly in the corner, the smile on Lin Xiong's face couldn't help but stag and let out an unhappy cold hum. This teenager once occupied a lot of resources of his Lin family. He originally wanted to use this teenager to jump up and suppress the other three families, but the teenager began to sing all the way. In the last few years, he stagnated and became a well-known laughing stock in the vast town. Along with him, the talented patriarch, he has also become part of the laughing stock. So far I still feel unhappy and extremely uncomfortable.

At this point, I still felt bored and couldn't help coughing a few times. When the scene gradually calmed down, Lin Xiong looked at the morning sun below and smiled: "As we all know, October 15 is the biggest five-year big game of our family." After stopping and seeing the excited and swollen faces below, Lin Xiong finally felt much better: "The rich prizes of this competition are unprecedented. The first place, the fifth grade [Ganlin Grass], the second place is the fourth grade flying sword, and the third place is the third grade flying sword. So I hope everyone can seize the time to practice and win glory.

Seeing the momentary high mood below, Lin Xiong continued: "In addition, tell you another piece of news that Lin Jian has broken through and become a strong man of the third grade of swordsman. Everyone should aim at him and hurry up."

Reaching out his hand to suppress the unprecedented lively and excited people below, Lin Xiong smiled and said, "But this is not the focus today. Today's point is that I brought you a beautiful and powerful fairy - the water is clear and shallow.

The scene was quiet in an instant. Lin Feng looked up from his feet in surprise, and a long white dress slowly came into his eyes, followed by the blue lake-like belt around her waist, then the beautiful and charming black hair, and finally a sunny face.

ps: Little Japan is too arrogant and hateful. Fishing. Fish Island will always be an inviolable part of Chinese territory. di. Japanese goods, starting with me, starting with small things. But please be rational. Patriotism, don't do things that make your relatives happy.