Chapter 45: Great Swordsmanship

Time flowed, and the long and short night just quickly crossed my heart. If it was a flash, it was finally a gorgeous meteor falling on the earth.

It's just that when it collides with the earth, it emits the most brilliant spark.

The night faded, and a morning light in the sky suddenly blew out a dazzling white, and the sun shyly showed a small side of its face, and the black color was forced back like a tide. Slowly, the white light began to open up its own area in the air like a big hand.

It was the first time that Jiang Shengtian was so focused on watching the sunrise.

Sitting on the ground, his hands supported the grass, raised his head, and the look on his face gradually covered with sunlight from the darkness given by the night.

Li Yinru can't stand sleep. She leaned on Jiang Shengtian's shoulder and slept soundly for a long time.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, which was so fresh and refined, with a smile hanging on the corners of her mouth, which was beautiful and touching.

Jiang Shengtian only felt a sense of pleasure and happiness, which has been flowing from his shoulders to the bottom of his heart like running water. How much he wants everything in the world, and the rotation is fixed at this moment.

Green grass and tall trees, the rising sun rises in the east, and the Yi people are by their side and will never pass.

Maybe this is just a dream given by the night.

After the night, you must wake up.

A ray of sunshine gently shone on Li Yinru's beautiful face, making her eyelids move several times, then opened her eyes, rubbed tiredly, and moved her head away from Jiang Shengtian's shoulder.

It's like a beautiful jade in his heart, forcibly taken away. There was no heavyness on his shoulders, and Jiang Shengtian's face suddenly lost his face.

It's just that Li Yinru was not aware of it. When she woke up completely, she had already seen the half-rise Xuyang, shining like a pillar, shooting away one by one, and her mind was seized by it for a moment.

"What a beautiful sun!" Li Yin sincerely praised, her face like a sunflower. As soon as she met the sun, she showed a pleasant smile.

"If the wind can see this scene with me, he will definitely be amazed."

It seems that someone is drinking in the head, suddenly awakening Jiang Shengtian's drunken consciousness. A complex emotion rushed to his heart, like the water of a rotten heart, eroding his heart.

"Let's go." Jiang Shengtian said coldly, but Li Yinru only indulged in the beautiful scenery, or focused on fantasizing about enjoying the good environment with Chen Rufeng, and did not notice that Jiang Shengtian's tone was strange. Her eyes were inseparable from the sky. She stood up and walked to the carriage.

When Li Yinru got into the carriage, Jiang Shengtian's face was pale and hung down the curtain, so that Li Yinru's eyes were separated before seeing his face.

His eyes fell on the pile of firewood, lying weakly on the ground, and there seemed to be the fragrance of the hare.

Shaking his head, as if to cut something out, he jumped into the carriage and shouted catharticly, "Drive!"

The horse's buttocks were strongly stimulated, and the horse's hoof rose quickly and ran in the direction of the hidden bamboo forest.

Hidden bamboo forest.

The stream has the fragrance of blue and white, flowing into the ground with a few inches of rock. The people who meditated cross their knees on the stone are holding their breath, and nothing outside can disturb him at all.

In the past two days and nights, Chen Rufeng has been sleepless, and finally perfectly integrated the true qi with the good water flow.

The wind blows and the water moves. Wind and water exist harmoniously and harmoniously, and there is no contradiction.

I don't know when Yuan Sirou has stood by the stream and watched Chen Rufeng quietly.

Chen Rufeng's eyes are closed, and the true spirit in his palm is sometimes green, sometimes blue and white, sometimes green and white, which is extremely changeable and mysterious.

Yuan Sirou looked at everything and was shocked: "This son can actually harmonize the two true qi and divide them. I'm afraid no one can achieve this state in ancient and modern times, right? It seems that what Han Ling said is also reasonable... He deserves to be a martial arts genius, and only he dares to put forward such a bold idea, right?

The verification of the truth of heaven has finally achieved results on Chen Rufeng.

Everything in heaven and earth is a collection of contradictions, and this contradiction can exist harmoniously with each other. Ice and fire, cold and heat, and the four seasons change. Why not be the same truth?

From Chen Rufeng's body, Yuan Sirou suddenly felt that her realm had broadened a lot, and her understanding of heaven and earth was also deeper.

Chen Rufeng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the wind burst out from him, blowing three straight ripples on the surface of the stream, like an invisible claw scratching across the surface of the water. Drops of water splashed, and drops of water were secretly powerful when flying up, and suddenly scattered around. When it collided with the rock on the rock on the stream, it actually broke a A small hole.

Why does the power of water softness also have such power? The power of water hitting stones is naturally extremely small, but the power of rocks on water droplets is very large. With the help of rock reaction to frustrate rocks, this can make water droplets have a three-inch ability to enter the stone.

Chen Rufeng pulled up the bamboo sword behind him, jumped out of the water like a fish, and jumped to a relatively empty place by the stream. The green and white light in the hand is flowing, and the green light is like the breeze, and the white light is like running water. His bamboo sword stabbed forward fiercely, and the layers of sword shadows rushed forward like thousands of birds spreading their wings. The momentum was magnificent, and the power of the storm was released wildly, making the tree trunks around him seem to bend over.

With a stroke of the bamboo sword, Chen Ru spit out a word "crack" in the wind, which was powerful. The shadow of the bamboo sword suddenly became a green leaf-like blade, roaring around, and there was a bunch of white column light like a torrent, spiraling out from the bamboo sword, cutting the branches and leaves of countless trees into pieces.

"This is the cracking wind swordsmanship! Haha!" Chen Rufeng said proudly, while Yuan Sirou looked in her eyes and frowned slightly. The water is soft, and the swordsmanship just made by Chen Rufeng is extremely tyrannical, and the speed is extremely domineering, which is exactly contrary to jiu-jiuity.

Chen Rufeng immediately put the bamboo sword back three feet and smiled at the corners of his mouth. Even Yuan Sirou in the distance can feel a stream of energy slowly condensing on Chen Rufeng's bamboo sword.

"Wind-gathering swordsmanship!" Chen Rufeng roared, and the green light and white light shrouded the bamboo sword and suddenly split out. The powerful and unparalleled storm appeared like the wind god above the nine heavens and blew all the whirlwinds between heaven and earth. It surged from Chen Rufeng's bamboo sword, as if manipulated by invisible forces and forcibly gathered into a bunch, like breaking the sky and rushed forward fiercely.

However, Yuan Sirou, with sharp eyesight, has been clear for a long time. There is a soft white light extending forward on the tip of the bamboo sword. This spirit of good water is the essence of this wind-gathering swordsmanship. Although its momentum is not worth mentioning, it can make this wind-gathering swordsmanship strong and soft, offensive and defensive, and add the power of external feedback to the wind-gathering column, greatly increasing its power.

The roared loudly, and the wind and sword spirit bombarded the brown thick tree trunk. A huge hole was broken through, and the wood chips turned into fine powder and scattered. The whole tree was cut off at the waist. The upper half was shaking and about to fall, with a squeak, as if a giant falling down, banging on the ground, and the dust flew away.

"He... his true spirit is so strong?!" Yuan Sirou was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. "At this level, I'm afraid no one can compete with him except a few masters in the world."

Yuan Sirou shook his head. Chen Rufeng reached this state. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, because he still had a dormant evil spirit in his body. Once the evil spirit controlled his heart, his mind was invaded by the magic spirit, and the harm caused was very difficult to estimate. At that time, a person who will become a murderer at any time will walk in the world.

"It's just that I don't know whether the mind of Shanshui can suppress his evil spirit. Alas, all, everything has its own destiny, and we can't compete with it." Yuan Sirou felt a bleakness in her heart.

Chen Rufeng has danced the bamboo sword again at this time. The sword shadow is like lightning, the light is flashing, the pace is gentle, and the white light and green light reflect each other.

Yuan Sirou sighed in her heart, "This kind of swordsmanship that pursues supreme speed, coupled with softness, will not be too hard, work hard on defense, and speed to make up for the disadvantage of strength... This boy really has another talent in martial arts, almost comparable to Han Ling!"

Chen Rufeng naturally could not hear Yuan Sirou's secret praise. At this time, he had already followed the sword, but he could not see his shadow. The sword wind blew, and the leaves flew horizontally and fell to the ground. More than half of the time has passed, and there is still no intention to rest, and the speed of the sword has not slowed down at all.

Suddenly, he put his sword in his back, tightened the strap on his chest, smiled proudly, and flew to the sky like an arrow through the sky. At this moment, the speed of his erratic work is no less than that of Chaohu, because with the help of the soft body of good water flow, his body is like water support, the weight is large and light, and the sharp increase in speed is obvious. .

"Hey! Don't run around!" Yuan Sirou was afraid that he would get lost again and shouted at the green light in mid-air. But soon the long green tail didn't know where it was going.

Somewhere in the hidden bamboo forest, four black-robed weirdos slipped from the tree like birds. Each of them stood under a tree. Their faces were extremely obscene, and a very difficult skin color was exposed to the sun. Their hair also seemed to have been cleaned for many days, like a fluffy straw upside down on their heads.

The four people had a thief-like sneaky look on their faces and looked around for a moment before they got together and whispered.

These four people are notoriously "ancient", "spirit", "spiritual" and "strange". They specialize in stealing chickens and dogs in the demon family. Whether it is the right way or the underworld, they are quite spitting and contempt at them. The martial arts of the four people are neither high nor low, and the middle level is good. As long as they don't meet a master, it is enough for the four people to work together.

"Well, I don't know what the snake master is doing, but we have to wander around and patrol here. Don't let idle people go to the south of the hidden bamboo forest these days." Ah said strangely, and his eyebrows were full of disdain.

The shortest monster echoed, "Yes, I received news from the Red Devil Altar, as if they were going to make some big plan and could not let others get involved. Especially for us to keep an eye on the errave old ghost, it's better not to let him go out of the door..."

"Damn, mysterious appearance and refuse to tell us what's going on. After all, we are all face-to-face figures in the world!" A Jing pounded his chest and shouted indignantly, and the other three nodded.

"But the reward given to us by the Snake Lord is also very generous. Hey hey, no matter what's wrong with him, we just do it and keep an eye on the people outside the Eight Hidden in the Middle Plains and the rest of the hidden bamboo forest." A Ling, with a slightly shrewd face, said solemnly that the four of them are still addicted to money. As long as they have money, even if they are asked to rape and ** plunder, they don't care.

Just a short distance from the four ghosts, a carriage slowly passed through several old trees and stopped next to a bamboo sea.

Jiang Shengtian looked at both sides with doubt on his forehead. In fact, he was not familiar with the hidden bamboo forest. He volunteered to bring Li Yinru here alone just to put on his head and wear a high hat.

If possible, he really wants to slow down the horse's pace and come to the hidden bamboo forest in two or three days. Maybe I can get a few more beautiful nights like last night.

However, too many worries forced him to give up this selfish idea and urge the horse to march.

came here, but was confused. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and specified which road to go.

Now, it can only be said that he is completely lost. He doesn't know where he is in the hidden bamboo forest.