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- Fakong could see clearly with his eyes that there were already more than a hundred people in the corridor on the lake, either waving folding fans and talking loudly, or holding a jug of wine, taking a sip from time to time, with a chic expression.
At this time, a bright moon hangs high in the night sky.
Qinghui sprinkles all over the universe.
A round of bright moon in the lake swayed slightly, looming.
Fakong and Li Er stood at the bow of the painting boat, the night wind was mixed with moisture, and the face was refreshing and pleasant.
The lake water gently slapped the painting boat, and the sound of rushing came into the ears, and an inexplicable sense of tranquility and profoundness arose in my heart.
Li Er, who had been talking non-stop, stopped talking at this moment, and was also immersed in this remote and peaceful night.
"Zheng¡ª¡ª!" Suddenly, a guzheng sounded, breaking the tranquility of the night sky.
"Clank, clank, clank¡ª!" The golden and iron horse rushed towards us, suddenly and violently.
A white shadow suddenly soared into the sky from a distant painting boat, soaring upwards, as if it was about to rush towards the bright moon in the sky.
At a height of more than 100 meters, the white shadow exhausted, and a figure appeared, but it was a graceful and graceful woman in white.
She began to fall.
At this time, the sound of the guzheng was low and clear.
She opened her hands, her long sleeves fluttered, and a white crane flew away.
"Clank, clank" The sound of the zither was suddenly high-pitched, and she suddenly folded her arms and spun in the air at high speed, shooting up into the sky like a tornado.
After rising to a height of one hundred meters, the rotation stopped, and she fell again.
The sound of the piano will slow down again.
Her arms were stretched out again, her long sleeves fluttering.
"Zheng!" The sound of the piano rose again.
With a kick of her feet, she soared into the sky again, as if there was something she could use in the void.
After rising to more than 130 meters, a long sword with a clear light slipped out of her sleeve.
The sound of the piano is like the gurgling stream.
She shook the sword lightly, and a cloud of clear light surrounded her. The clear light formed groups of light and shadow, like bubbles, and her falling momentum stopped.
Clear light to form several bubbles.
In fact, the speed is too fast, one has not disappeared, the next one has appeared, it seems that there are many bubbles, only one is real, and the rest are afterimages left by the retina.
Fakong frowned.
He observes with the eyes of his mind and sees more clearly than others.
This woman in white clothes like snow has an ordinary appearance, neither beautiful nor ugly, only delicate features.
The skin is like snow, crystal clear and moist.
It is indeed a great master.
Her sword is surprisingly fast, not even inferior to her own swordsmanship.
I didn't expect that there is really a swordsmanship comparable to my own in the world.
Fakong became more interested, and his eyes suddenly became slightly golden, as if golden juice was injected into the pupils.
If you don't look carefully, you won't notice his abnormality.
Li Er watched obsessively, and said with emotion: "Master, how is it?"
"Good swordsmanship." Fakong nodded slightly: "This is Dugu Xiaqing?"
"It's Miss Dugu." Li Er said with emotion: "She is a peerless genius who has been rarely seen in the Dugu family for hundreds of years. It is really my luck to witness her swordsmanship with my own eyes!"
Fakong said: "Isn't it every day?"
"Once every ten days." Li Erdao: "That's why the master is lucky, and the seats are also limited. One hundred and twenty people watch the sword at a time, and no more than one hundred and twenty people."
"It's really a good sword technique." Fakong praised.
He looked through Dugu Xia Qing's clothes and skin, and saw the breath flowing through her meridians.
He found that Dugu Xiaqing had faintly touched the threshold of the second floor.
This is due to the exquisiteness of her swordsmanship.
Skills are close to Taoism. After the original profound swordsmanship has been practiced to the extreme level, it will naturally develop and advance, and it will lead to the second level of the second level of holding the spirit of the ninth level.
Although there is still a long way to go before the completion of the second stage, the transformation of sword energy into air is only in its infancy.
The reason why the sword is so fast is because the sword qi has changed, hidden in the fusion of external qi, and can be borrowed from the void, borrowing the power of the void.
Fakong was greatly inspired by watching it.
? His previous swordsmanship and Qi-holding state were not completely integrated, and he did not display the miraculous power.
It turns out that air can increase the speed of the sword in this way, and it is a rapid increase.
Amidst the low-pitched and high-pitched zither sounds, Dugu Xiaqing rose and fell suddenly, and the sword light was fast and slow, just like a white crane flying up and down, graceful and graceful.
Free and agile, light and detached, already out of the scope of lightness kung fu, fluttering like a fairy.
 Master's suppression.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Li Er murmured, "I'm not good enough for a lonely girl, what should I do?"
Fakong laughed and said, "Let's go."
"Let's go? Oh, well, it's time to go." Li Er looked towards the distant painting boat, and that painting boat had gradually gone away, disappeared into the vast lake, and disappeared into the vast night.
His heart was full of melancholy, empty and uncomfortable, feeling that the world seemed to lose its color, and sighed: "How can there be such a swordsmanship and such a fairy in the world."
Fakong frowned.
Dugu Xia Qing can only be called delicate and beautiful, which is very different from the real beauty, but she is dressed in white clothes like snow, with a quiet and refined temperament, which makes her have a charming charm that is different from that of ordinary women.
Especially when she danced the sword, she seemed to be flying in the world, and a fairy was relegated to the world, adding infinite charm for no reason, dazzling and shocking.
Fakong turned around and returned to the painting boat, sat down cross-legged, recalling the previous sword dance and this set of sword techniques.
The degree of sophistication of this sword technique is extremely rare. With this sword technique, he can even touch the second level of holding energy in the ninth level of the power of the gods, which is the first among all the sword techniques he has seen.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
"Flying Excalibur."
"Flying Sword" Fakong nodded and said, "It's just right."
"Heyevery time I see this sword dance, I feel bad, and I feel uncomfortable for no reason. It's obviously very beautiful."
"Maybe it's because of despair, hopelessness." Fakong said.
The two were talking, when a clear voice suddenly sounded outside: "Dugu Xiaqing has seen the two gentlemen."
"Miss Dugu!" Li Er suddenly stood up, his face changed drastically, he quickly touched his face, and then looked down at his clothes.
Fakong got up and opened the curtain, came to the bow, and saw another painting boat standing side by side with his own painting boat.
The two have the same speed, the same direction, and keep the distance between each other unchanged, showing their superb ability to maneuver the boat.
? On the prow of another painting boat stood a graceful woman dressed in white clothes like snow, with clear eyebrows and clear demeanor, she was Dugu Xiaqing.
She cupped her fists and said, "I don't know the names of the two gentlemen?"
"My name is Li Er, and his name is Fakong." Li Er came out and stood in Fakong's company, clasped his fists and said with a smile.
Fakong glanced helplessly at Li Er.
This Li Er is not very playful, he should have touched women a lot, but he fell into the hands of Dugu Xia Qing, and he was so fascinated that he didn't know what to say.
Dugu Xiaqing might not be unaware that her name should be passed on to Dayun.
"Fakong?" Dugu Xiaqing stared at him thoughtfully, turned his clear eyes on his hat, and said softly: "I've heard of this name before, the great monk Fakong."
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