Chapter 2185 It’s all the moon’s fault

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2185 It’s all the moon’s fault

Hou Xibai and Shi Qingxuan only stayed in Youlin Xiaozhu for about ten days before leaving. As for Shi Qingxuan, she did not leave here. She has a leisurely temperament and likes tranquility. A life of seclusion in Youlin Xiaozhu is more suitable for her.

The building group in the center of Duzun Fort has majestic pavilions, brackets and flying poles, painted pillars and carved beams. Especially under the stone steps of the main hall, there is a powerful and vivid giant stone lion with a height of one foot, which adds a thick touch to the main hall.

Mysterious and majestic.

Hou Xibai did not enter the main hall, but bypassed the main hall and stepped on a narrow path leading to the side garden. Both sides were full of exotic flowers, which were dazzling in the sun and the green shade was pleasant. The path was finished, and the willows and flowers were dim and bright in front.

Another space is revealed. Under the arch of flowers and trees, a unique small building is located peacefully in this elegant corner.

Not far from this small building, a piece of land was leveled. The ground was tamped with rolling stones, smooth and hard. There was a peach wood shelf. On the shelf were swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, and eighteen kinds of weapons.

They are all available, and every weapon is made from hundreds of steel. They are extremely sharp and cold. They shine with a dazzling light in the sun, making people dare not look directly at them.

A woman in red clothes, with a graceful figure, a graceful face, a gentle temperament, and a bit of heroism between her eyebrows. She holds a delicate scimitar in her hand, as graceful as a flying geese, as graceful as a flying geese.

The swimming dragon makes a hunting sound with its clothes. The scimitar in its hand is like a crescent moon. It dances like a cold moon. The moonlight is cold and full of chill. A long silky black hair is shining in the light of the sword.

Flying freely in the air, elegant and unrestrained.

The bright sun on the horizon has set to the west, and the orange-red light has ignited the entire sky. The glow is brilliant, shining on this figure with endless brilliance and splendor. She is dressed in Xia clothes and dancing in the cold moon with her hands, like a sun goddess, with endless rays of light.

, dazzling and bright.

Hou Xibai stood quietly not far away, with a trace of astonishment in his eyes. She actually picked up martial arts again and practiced sword skills. He was extremely surprised. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and a beautiful arc was formed.

, Hou Xibai's eyes rippled slightly, his figure flashed, a lotus blossomed under his feet, he had appeared in front of the weapons shelf, and picked up a sword from it.

Hou Xibai drew out his sword and jumped into the air. A cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword light was sharp, and it stabbed directly at the woman wielding the sword in the field. The sword energy was sharp and unstoppable, and the air around him made a whistling sound, sharp and harsh.

The woman was startled. Just now she was completely immersed in sword practice and didn't notice anyone approaching. Something happened suddenly, but she didn't panic at all. The scimitar in her hand disappeared, the endless cold light dissipated, and the silver moon disappeared, like the sun rising.

Yue Yin disappeared from Hou Xibai's eyes, and he couldn't help but nod his head. This Yue Hidden Sword style is extremely subtle and mysterious.

The woman gave a clear drink, her body was like a willow blowing in the wind, her mind was like fluttering catkins, and she was completely helpless. She brought the fragility of women to the extreme. Her body kept dodging along the sword wind, and her whole body seemed to be stuck to the sword light.

The body movements of floating in the wind, fluttering willow catkins, the artistic conception is sublime, and the body movements are subtle. It is a kind of superior lightness kung fu, which can be compared with the lightness kung fu of the Huajian School. It should not be underestimated.

Hou Xibai's heart became more and more surprised, and there was a little more light in his eyes, which was bright and gorgeous, like the stars in the night sky, shining extremely brightly. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword was embedded in the breeze.

, extremely subtle, the wind is invisible, so it changes indefinitely. You can only feel the presence of the wind when it blows against your face. The same is true for Hou Xibai's sword, which is illusory and ethereal, making people wonder how to deal with it.

The woman's heart froze, her pretty face was slightly cold, the infinite charm in her beautiful eyes turned into cold light, a silver moon rose from the sky, the crescent moon was like a knife, the knife was like a crescent moon, cold, silent, and endless chilling air

Filled in the breeze, the invisible wind was forced out, the swords intersected, and the sword light and sword energy collided together.

"bite!"

An extremely slight sound of metal clashing sounded, the sword light shattered, the sword energy dissipated, and little fireworks splashed up, like the clouds falling from the sky, extremely bright, gorgeous, fleeting, and disappeared at the place where the swords struck.

The woman's figure suddenly retreated, and the crescent moon rose into the sky and jumped into the middle of the sky. It was the most deserted and bright. The silver moonlight fell from the nine heavens and turned into a Milky Way. The little moonlight turned into bright stars, like a dream.

Fantasy, magnificent, winding and pouring down, vast and terrifying.

Hou Xibai's body was as white as a lotus flower, pure and clear. When he saw the moonlit galaxy, a light flashed in his sword eyes. This was a look of appreciation. He was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that after this woman regained her martial arts, the scimitar in her hand would be so bright and gorgeous.

, the artistic conception is transcendent, and he already has the demeanor of a master. He is indeed a tiger father and a dogless daughter.

Hou Xibai chuckled lightly. The sound had a wonderful charm, like morning bells and evening drums, which could make people's minds calm and peaceful. The sword in his hand turned into the thunder and fire wind above the nine heavens, countless silver snakes danced wildly, lightning and thunder, and the bright sword light.

It illuminated the somewhat dim sky and earth, and it was pure white, rushing towards the Milky Way moonlight.

"boom!"

The sound after the impact of the two was not violent, but even a little low, like the muffled thunder coming from the thick dark clouds in summer. It was low but so shocking that it resounded in the hearts of the two.

The Milky Way collapsed, the Nine Heavens collapsed, and the swords were entangled again. With a slight touch, they immediately returned. The two figures were intertwined, their eyes facing each other, and countless ripples appeared. The woman's heart trembled slightly, and there was something more in her eyes.

With a hint of sadness, he passed by each other, and the distance was widened in an instant.

The woman looked up at the sky. The setting sun was like a burning fireball, terrifyingly red. A bright moon appeared faintly in the sky, dim and inconspicuous. When the sun rose, the moon disappeared and the stars dispersed, and the silver moon appeared.

Come out, surrounded by stars.

The scimitar in the woman's hand seems to be the lonely night sky, unchanged forever. A cold and sad sigh resounds throughout the long river of time, wandering up and down, as if searching for and confirming something, extremely cold and lonely, with a touch of sadness.

Covered the whole world, inexplicable sadness rose in Hou Xibai's heart. A holy and cold woman stood high above the nine heavens. The cold palace was desolate, admiring herself. The goddess looked down at the men and women in the world alone, her eyes were filled with envy, and the beauty was frowning.

Eyebrows are touching.

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be blue every night!"

Hou Xibai understood the woman's inner sorrow. She had never complained about her family's manipulation, and married into Duzunbao, now lonely and helpless, but there was another figure in her heart, which she could not forget for a long time. She fell in love at first sight. Now she is indeed alive. No matter how hard it is,

When I get together with the other person, I can't express my sorrow and sorrow in words, so I can only turn it into this form of regret in the moon palace.

The scimitar in the woman's hand is like a thread of love, lingering with pathos, endlessly cutting, unable to be cut away, invisible and formless, but actually existing, extremely soft, entangled in the hearts of crazy men and resentful women, like the red thread in Yue Lao's hand, as long as it is tied, it will be.

It will never be solved for the rest of your life.

Hou Xibai's expression changed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. The sword in his hand lost the dazzling sword light. His body was like a lotus, and he retreated backwards. He didn't know how to face this sword, so he could only escape. The affectionate scimitar

Finally, it stopped in mid-air and did not pursue him. There was a trace of disappointment on the woman's face, and the sorrow in her eyes became more and more intense, hidden deep in her eyes.

"Why!"

Sighing softly, full of endless sadness, the glistening beads of sweat on the woman's forehead slipped down, mixed with a glistening drop in the corner of her eyes, and flowed down, making it difficult to tell whether it was sweat or tears.

The woman sheathed her knife and stood upright, with a full view of her plump and straight figure. Her smooth and white skin had a faint blush, adding a bit of charm, her beautiful eyes were like water, shimmering, her lips were red, plump and pink, and her teeth were as white as white.

Jade, white and delicate, sounds like a wind chime, sweet and crisp.

"Why are you here?"

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who had undergone earth-shaking changes. This lady from a high-ranking family bloomed with grace and splendor, just like the peony in the words, overwhelming the crowd, and unrivaled in elegance.

"Let me take a look!"

The scimitar in Song Yuhua's hand was lightly thrown, and it fell into the weapon rack with incomparable accuracy, and was inserted into the scabbard, showing amazing control, but this hand has already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the mediocre people in the world.

Hou Xibai nodded secretly. This woman had really transformed. She was no longer the canary controlled by the family, but a phoenix with wings spread to the nine heavens, noble and graceful, and unparalleled in elegance.

Hou Xibai also threw the sharp sword in his hand and dropped it on the shelf. He quietly looked at Song Yuhua who was standing near him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Song Yuhua's face is smooth and flawless, her eyebrows are dense and well-defined, and they are tilted in the same direction. They are extremely neat, like the clouds and mist on the green mountains, dreamy and misty, and her big eyes are like a cold pool in the mountains, clear and clear.

The bottom is clear and deep, with endless mystery, and you will forget the commonplace at first sight.

The straight and high bridge of the nose, the delicate and small nose, and the slight wrinkles are the infinite charm. The rosy and pink lips are plump and gorgeous. When they open and close, they are slightly raised, which is the infinite temptation.

Hou Xibai moved his eyes away, not daring to look again. There was a somewhat joyful smile on his face. This was the relief and joy for the transformation of the woman in front of him. A touch of joy filled the air, making the woman in front of him aware of it.

He consciously raised the corners of his mouth, and his smile was so pure and bright that people couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I didn't expect that you actually picked up martial arts again and started practicing sword skills!"

"I originally lamented that although Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, has superb sword skills and far-reaching sword skills, he has no successors. Several of his children are swordsmen. It's really sad!"

"I didn't expect that you are the person most like Song Que and the most suitable for practicing swordsmanship!"

Song Que was a flawless person, with a prominent family background, handsome appearance, extraordinary intelligence, extraordinary qualifications, amazing sword skills, and a thorough understanding of the art of war. He could be said to be a perfect person, while Song Yuhua was unparalleled in elegance, surpassing all other beauties, and had a pure heart.

Gentle and noble, with exquisite swordsmanship and cold sword intent, he really resembles Song Que.

Hou Xibai said with a bit of amazement, not because of his appearance, but because of Song Yuhua's style, his machete, and even more about Song Yuhua's transformation.

"But in just one year, you have entered the innate realm. Your heart is as cold as the moon, and you are as cold as the distant sky. You have already reached the master realm, but you just lacked the accumulation of true energy and inner strength. It is really surprising!"

Hou Xibai still remembers the scene when he first saw the woman in front of him. She was gentle and pleasant, with a soft temperament. Although she had some cultivation, she had not reached the innate state. She was only second-rate. Now she has really transformed into a phoenix. The white bird worships,

Exclusive style.

songs

Her name was engraved in the Sharpening Hall, forcing her father Song Que to face up to her existence.

"Compared to you, my cultivation is nothing!"

Song Yuhua said softly, looking at Hou Xibai quietly with her eyes, making Hou Xibai, who had always been fearless, not dare to look at him, feeling somewhat guilty for no reason.

Song Yuhua was kind-hearted and considerate. She noticed Hou Xibai's discomfort, moved her eyes away, looked at the gorgeous sunset, and said slowly.

"Let's go into the building. Although few people come here, we still need to be careful after all!"

Song Yuhua knew Hou Xibai's style. He definitely sneaked in secretly and could not be seen by outsiders.

Hou Xibai nodded and followed Song Yuhua into the embroidery building. He did not stop on the first floor and went straight into Song Yuhua's boudoir bedroom on the second floor.

Returning to the old place, Hou Xibai sat at the table with ease, and Song Yuhua was still sitting in front of the window, just like before. The decoration had not changed, and the sitting positions on either side of Hou Xibai had not changed. Only Song Yuhua had changed, becoming more

Dazzling, more stunning, and more sad.

"I asked someone to prepare some food, but you still haven't eaten, right?"

Song Yuhua recalled the first scene of Hou Xibai in his room, devouring food, with crooked eyebrows and a smile, which was extremely touching, gentle and gentle, making people's hearts flutter.

Hou Xibai touched his empty stomach, smiled casually, and nodded. He had indeed not had dinner yet and was just hungry.

"I haven't eaten it, but the pastries from Duzunbao are still fresh in my memory!"
To be continued...