The frost color in the sky is bright in the autumn, and the flowers are the masters; the river is sparkling and the mountain shadow is ethereal, and the boat is the visitor.

Two people took out rough cups of coarse tea and sat in the courtyard talking and laughing, and the county lord was able to pick up Bai Luofeng, who had just recovered from his injuries, and took it for granted that he opened his mouth and closed his mouth.

"Call me by my name. Bai Luofeng was twisted when he heard this, and said with a light smile: "You are a court official, I am just a reckless person, your respect for me will make me envied by the people of the rivers and lakes." ”

"Actually, I'm also an outcast, so I was assigned here, and it's too much for you to say that. Yang Qinglian took a sip of weak tea and sighed comfortably, as if he wanted to expel the tiredness of the day from his body, "Hey, but the emperor is far away, but he is also idle." ”

Bai Luofeng frowned and disliked the tasteless tea in the cup, and when he heard the hidden self-deprecation of the county lord, he put down the cup in his hand and asked: "Other officials should bring their families with them when they go out of town, why are you alone, and you haven't even seen a single person, no wonder you were bullied miserably when you first came." ”

"The great cause has not been accomplished, and the national disaster has not been eliminated, how can it be home?" Yang Qinglian clenched the teacup, and the tea in the cup was rippled by his strength.

"Hey, don't you feel a little scared to be alone in such a sinister place?"

"Someone has something to live in my heart, where will it be lonely..."Meteors crossed the sky, as if waving goodbye, Yang Qinglian sighed that it was rare to enjoy such a peaceful night, put down the shelf that he had always pretended, and laughed at Bai Luofeng: "Aren't you also old, why haven't you looked for a beautiful lady to take root, and you are still wandering in the rivers and lakes all day long?"

Bai Luofeng didn't believe his ears, when the stupid official who had always been serious had humor, he looked at Yang Qinglian dementedly, as if he was asking him for some answers: "You say, where does a person have to retreat to not be a Jianghu?"

Yang Qinglian was stunned, and a look of embarrassment appeared: "I haven't been mixed up for more than half a point, and this question really can't be answered." ”

"Hmph, you stupid official, you really don't have any fun, do I want you to answer me?!" Bai Luofeng chatted and drank, forgetting that it was not a good wine in his hand, and at this moment some drunken tea put on a complaint: "Don't you even say a few nice words?" Hey~ It's not interesting, it's not interesting, I don't want you to talk about it." ”

The official master was annoyed by people for no reason, and he really didn't know what to say, so he took out the means of thin mud and answered embarrassedly: "Uh... According to your body, it should be a matter of doing whatever you want to be in the rivers and lakes and retreat to the mountains. ”

On the night of the seedlings, the young man in front of him caused the situation to change just by holding the sword, which suffocated everyone present, even the good hands sent by the Xiongwutang could not be spared.

Even though Yang Qinglian had never set foot in martial arts, and he didn't know how to judge the cultivation of the Jianghu Walkers, he knew that even in the Forbidden Feather Guard, no one could match him.

"But you know what, sometimes even if you are invincible with a sword in your hand, you can't save the person you want to save. Bai Luofeng was lying on the stone table, his arms weakly lying horizontally.

Yang Qinglian heard the unspeakable hidden in it, and didn't dare to ask deeply, for fear of picking up the sore spot, the words on his mouth seemed to be said to Bai Luofeng, and it seemed to be chatting with *: "He~ Brother Bai, the wind and snow in the world, you can't stop if you say stop, since it is destined to be destiny, it will always be unsatisfactory." ”

"What are you talking about this official! Only cowards in the world who want to live for a lifetime will believe in the way of heaven!" Bai Luofeng stood up suddenly, staggeringly put the ink on his waist on the table, and sat down sadly behind the sword: "It's a pity that I'm that kind of person, and I can't even control the sword that my master taught me..."

Yang Qinglian followed Bai Luofeng's movements and looked at Mo Ming, at this time it was included in the sheath, the sheath body did not have too many carvings, only showing a simple and simple style, and there was no suspicion of stubbornness and disobedience at all.

However, whether it was Zhen Miao that night or returning with an injury a few days ago, Bai Luofeng was so weak that unarmed ordinary people could also take his life, could it be true as he said, that world-famous cultivation all relied on the strange sword in his hand?

"Brother Bai believes that people will win the day, and I also believe..."Yang Qinglian gradually returned to his usual seriousness, "But there are some things, people always lose to themselves!"

"What do you want to say about this poor sour man?"

"Under the depreciation of Yanqin, I took office alone to enforce the law, whether it was the bully stealing the mine at the beginning, the sword of Brother Bai, or the poison in my body, and the big destruction of Miao Village. Yang didn't dare to say that he relied on one person to turn the tide, but I won the external force he borrowed!"

The slightly drunk Bai Luofeng raised his eyes to look at the county order on the other table, and suddenly he didn't know if it was an illusion, he actually felt that he was so proud and majestic, and the tea drunk slowly dispersed unconsciously.

"From He Fengqiu to Bai Luofeng, Qinglian is unwilling to give up his desperate situation to survive, so Yan Qin Shangjia is afraid of me and respects me, and Brother Bai is willing to surrender his identity to help me. ”

Yang Qinglian, whose voice was getting louder and louder, pressed the table and stood up: "Even if I am not a martial arts cultivator, I know that the sword is just a foreign object that is worthy of the hand, and it should rely on the master of the weapon." On the other hand, you are swayed by the sword, mourning for it, aren't you reduced to a sword slave?!"

Bai Luofeng's eyes gradually widened, as if he had fallen into the abyss and finally the willows were bright, and he didn't know when he began to sit upright, facing Yang Qinglian's lesson: "A gentleman is persistent, not indulgent, and his mind is not disturbed." ”

Vaguely, there was a figure in Bai Luofeng's mind that slowly matched Yang Qinglian's figure, and he could no longer suppress his tears.

He seems to be under the cliff of ten thousand evils that does not see the light of day, and in front of him is the exhausted master, and the blood of the world is crowned with the great evil of the rivers and lakes without a trace.

When he was dying, he stroked his side face with his thin hand and said with a sad smile: "Silly boy, what are you crying about, you have taken away all my skills, you should be happy... It's a pity that you don't open your mind, and you won't kill me... If you want to control the ink and the earth, you can only become ruthless and heartless. ”

Bai Luofeng, who couldn't stop crying, didn't listen to persuasion, but the old man showed an extremely relieved serenity: "Hehe, I can't imagine that my blood is traceless, and when I die, there is such a good boy who passed on my cultivation, happy, really happy..."

The great evil man drained the last of his internal qi and stood up, leaped into the air and threw Bai Luofeng, who was holding him in his arms and trying to break free, and slapped him on the back with a palm, and finally fell into the endless abyss.

The young Bai Luofeng was stunned by the powerful force, roared up and rushed towards the cliff mouth, and his vague consciousness vaguely heard the sound of the master who was about to be shattered under him, and was finally awakened after four years:

"Boy, in the future, when you take Mo Ming and travel all over the world, remember - three points of frivolity, seven points of deep hiding..."

Memories are like a fountain of a broken mouth, instantly waking up after years of trouble, he grabbed Yang Qinglian's hand and was ecstatic: "Brother Yang, what you said is reasonable! What the master said is three points of arrogance, unyielding and unyielding, and seven points of plainness, not subject to assimilation of anger. ”

"I wonder if Brother Yang would like to see me tame this sword?"

Yang Qinglian saw that Bai Luofeng suddenly rose, so he naturally didn't want to interrupt, so he resolutely agreed: "Haha! Yang has no shame in his heart, how can he be afraid of Xuanshuo ghosts? Why don't you dare!"