When the news came out that the North Moon Kingdom was forced to flee to the Snow Ann Forest, the other four countries were also deeply surprised, and this choice to retreat without a fight disappointed many people.

In the case of the Demon Realm army pressing step by step, the Beiyue Kingdom was forced to retreat step by step, and at the same time, all the remaining forces in the country were concentrated in Ziyun City for defense, at this time, everyone in the world thought that a big war was inevitable, and such a big war must be extremely tragic and tragic, and the Beiyue Kingdom would definitely swear to defend Cuiyun City.

There is no way back, so we can only fight to the death, the city is in the people, and the city is dead.

It's a pity that this story of the united people who bravely resisted the demon army did not happen, and they actually took the initiative to withdraw from Purple Cloud City and hide in the desolate snowy mountains.

In this way, all the cities of the Northern Moon Kingdom easily fell into the pocket of the Demon Realm army.

At this point, the Demon Realm army had already occupied two-thirds of the Western Rain Country and ninety percent of the Northern Moon Kingdom.

Although the two countries did not perish, the Xiyu Kingdom retreated to a corner, and the Beiyue Kingdom hid in the mountains, so that nearly two-fifths of the land in the fairy world was occupied by the army of the demon world.

Seeing that it was already winter, the army of the Demon Realm was busy digesting the cities they occupied, and temporarily stopped the crusade, and other countries also stood still and continued to recuperate.

Everything in Xiyu Country is also on the right track, and Mu Qianmei can finally become relaxed and can calm down and cultivate well.

Since the establishment of Tingxue Building, Mu Qianmei has been busy with affairs every day, and his cultivation has been relaxed, although he will squeeze out a little time to cultivate almost every day, but his mood is not quiet, and the effect is very unsatisfactory, and his cultivation has barely improved.

Especially during this period of time, the Demon Realm invaded, and the West Rain Country was on the verge of extinction, as the Heavenly King of the West Rain Country, her mind was all on state affairs, and her cultivation was even more stagnant.

Living alone in the Heavenly King's Palace, Mu Qianmei sat in front of the window and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, letting her thoughts spread at will in the autumn wind.

It is late autumn, and the trees in the distance have become bare, full of depression and poignant artistic conception, only a few relatively tenacious yellow leaves, still stubbornly sticking to the dead branches, still swept by the autumn wind, just unwilling to leave the branches.

Suddenly, the wind became stronger, a gust of wind blew, and finally one or two yellow leaves that could not hold on were swept into the air by the autumn wind, fluttering with the wind, and then slowly falling.

The yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind will always make people feel inexplicably sad.

Even Mu Qianmei, who was not sentimental, couldn't help but be touched, and some familiar people appeared in her mind, recalling some familiar pictures.

However, Mu Qianmei did not let her thoughts stop there, she didn't want to indulge in that memory, but shifted her gaze and looked into the garden.

In the back garden, only golden chrysanthemums bloom proudly in the autumn frost.

"It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."

Mu Qianmei muttered to herself.

In fact, Mu Qianmei does not prefer chrysanthemums, relatively speaking, she prefers plum blossoms and orchids.

It's just that in the garden, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and you can see them, so you can see chrysanthemums.

An autumn breeze swept by, and the sky became even darker, and in a short time, the sky was filled with fine and dense rain.

The autumn wind and rain are sad, Mu Qianmei looked at the autumn rain with her eyes, but she remembered Liu Tingfeng in her mind, if he could be by his side at this moment, would he be a little less sad?

It's a pity that the person she misses is not by her side, and she can only experience this loneliness and loneliness alone.

"The autumn flowers are bleak, the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn lights are long and the autumn nights are long. I have felt that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain help the desolation! ”

Mu Qianmei subconsciously chanted the first two sentences of Lin Daiyu's "Autumn Window Wind and Rain", so she couldn't help but think:

"Presumably Lin Daiyu's state of mind at that time was as sentimental as I am at the moment!"

The autumn rain outside the window was drifting slowly, a gust of autumn wind blew, and there was rain that drifted into the window in front of Mu Qianmei, and fell on Mu Qianmei's hair and face, cool, with a little chill, Mu Qianmei closed her eyes slightly, and the raindrops on her eyelashes seemed to turn into faint tears, flowing slowly down her cheeks.

Closing her eyes, Mu Qianmei couldn't see the dead trees in the distance, the golden chrysanthemums, the dead grass on the edge of the chrysanthemums, and the rain flying in the autumn wind.

However, she felt a deeper autumn mood.

Mu Qianmei let her consciousness perceive this autumn mood, and in a trance, it seemed that she had completely integrated into this autumn mood.

Suddenly, Mu Qianmei flew up, walked out of the window, and slashed out with one palm, turning her palm into a sword, and performing a trick of autumn wind and falling leaves with the wind swordsmanship.

Where the palm wind passes, the sword intent is vertical and horizontal, the autumn mood is pervasive, and the yellow leaves that stick to all the branches fall in response, and none of them can continue to hang on the branches.

Mu Qianmei casually took the palm as a sword, wielding it arbitrarily, when the autumn wind and falling leaves were completed, the entire back garden was completely shrouded by a stronger autumn mood, where the palm wind passed, rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, the yellow leaves fluttered, the dead branches flew, even the chrysanthemums on the ground, could not stop this sharp sword intent, the petals fell one after another, and then were rolled up with the wind.

The fluttering rain silk also changed the direction in which it fell, not flying with the wind, but with Mu Qianmei's sword intent.

The autumn rain, yellow leaves, withered grass, and flower petals are all flying chaotically with the sword intent, forming a messy and poignant picture.

When Mu Qianmei retracted her sword moves and withdrew her palm, those flying things fell one after another.

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Mu Qianmei was independent in the air, stepping on a branch that spread horizontally, like a fairy who had been left behind in the world.

None of the falling petals and dead leaves fell on her body, and around her body, there seemed to be an invisible magnetic field, and even the rain did not float to her body again.

Such a movement immediately alarmed the hidden guards and palace maids around him, as well as two old men, one fat and one thin.

On the wall of the garden, there were twenty or thirty people standing, all of whom were extremely nervous and flew to escort them, they thought that Mu Qianmei had been assassinated and attacked, but when they saw that Mu Qianmei, who was standing alone on a tree branch, had not been harmed, they instantly understood that Mu Qianmei was just practicing.

Mu Qianmei slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw those who came to the rescue, she immediately ordered:

"Let's all step down, I just occasionally feel it, and I'm fascinated by practice, so I make these movements."

After those people bowed and saluted, they silently retreated, and continued to take their places, guarding the Heavenly King's Palace.

The two old men, one fat and one thin, did not retreat, and seemed to have something to say to Mu Qianmei.

Mu Qianmei smiled lightly and invited:

"Senior Tan, Senior Tong, Qianmei invited the two of them to drink a cup of tea in the small pavilion in the Dao Garden, I don't know if it's convenient?"

It turned out that the two old men, who were fat and thin, were Tan Xuesong and Tong Ziyu, the highest guardian saints of Xiyu Kingdom.

The two immediately saluted respectfully:

"Obey the Heavenly King's Divine Commandment!"

So, the three of them slowly walked into a pavilion in the back garden of the Heavenly King's Palace.

After Mu Qianmei politely invited the two of them to sit down, a palace maid immediately came over with tea and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

Looking at the steaming tea on the stone table, Mu Qianmei casually instructed the palace maid beside her:

"Alright, put the tea down, and you go clean up the garden!"

The palace maid took the order and left, but Tan Xuesong stopped:

"Don't clean up yet, stay for now, and it's not too late to clean up after we finish our tea."

Mu Qianmei immediately understood Tan Xuesong's intentions, so she asked the palace maid to retreat first, and then picked up the teacup and said to the two old men:

"I was fascinated by the practice, which disturbed the two seniors, and I was offended. With a cup of weak tea, I salute the two seniors and hope to forgive my sins. ”

Tan Xuesong and Tong Ziyu immediately returned the salute, and Tan Xuesong replied:

"The king of heaven is too worried, this is the palace of the king of heaven, and practicing and fascinating is also a common thing for monks, and this is a good thing, which shows that the king of heaven occasionally has a feeling, has a new understanding of swordsmanship, and has a new breakthrough, you should congratulate the king of heaven."

The three of them each took a sip of tea, and then slowly put down their teacups.

Tan Xuesong looked at the messy garden and sighed:

"The Heavenly King is really talented, and now he has such a deep understanding of swordsmanship, and his future achievements are really limitless!"

Mu Qianmei modestly replied:

"What is this cultivation in front of the two seniors? I hope that the two seniors will teach me! ”

Tan Xuesong shook his head and replied:

"This is different, we have gone through a long period of accumulation to have today's achievements, recall that when we were at the age of the Heavenly King, the cultivation at that time was really not worth mentioning!"

Mu Qianmei also blinked her eyes and looked at the mess in the garden caused by her sword intent, and then sincerely asked:

"Two seniors, according to your eyes, what else needs to be paid attention to and improved in my trick of autumn wind and falling leaves?"

Tan Xuesong pointed to the scratches on the ground where the sword intent had passed, and said leisurely:

"This trick can be used without a sword in the hands of the Heavenly King, and it can have such great lethality, it can be seen that the Heavenly King has broken through to the realm of the Sword Domain, but it is only a beginner, and the Heavenly King does not know how to control it for the time being, so it looks more messy, and it is just a wanton performance."

"I remember last winter, we saw General Liu's sword technique with the wind in the heavy snow, and he also stepped into the realm of the sword domain, and was able to easily control some of the tricks."

"Your swordsmanship is of the same origin, and the sword moves you cast are also the same, but General Liu's perception seems to be deeper."

"If you compare it to General Liu, the Heavenly King's progress is slightly worse, but looking at all the geniuses of the same age in the world, the Heavenly King's cultivation has far surpassed them."

"Judging from the sword marks left by the Heavenly King, this trick of autumn wind and falling leaves, the sentimental meaning is too strong, but it is a little less natural, if it can be closer to the natural state, less sad and deliberate, it will be stronger."

"The Heavenly King can also find his own strengths and weaknesses from the sword marks he has left."