Hu Qingpeng got a good sword that was worthy of his hand, and he couldn't help but feel excited. With a clear whistle, his wrist trembled, and three sword flowers flashed at the tip of the sword. It was the "Three Plum Blossoms" in Hengshan's sword technique.

com He stepped on the five elements directions, and the sword walked with him. A cold dragon circled and flew everywhere, spitting green light, dancing to the passionate place, and shining dazzlingly. Suddenly, it flashed in the air, cutting off a bunch of green bamboos in the waist. Hu Qingpeng's long sword suddenly closed, his eyes swept through the broken mouth of the green bamboo, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's indeed an extremely sharp sword! Uncle Master, how did you get such a treasure? Didn't you buy it for money, right?"

Mo Tianfeng's face suddenly turned red, and he said to him: "Oh, by the way, why are you doing so late?"

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Hu Qingpeng slapped his forehead and then remembered that he was going to study in the academy. He put away his long sword and explained the origin of the matter clearly to Mo Tianfeng. Because the night was already dark, he had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going to the academy and go to Fang Yuxuan for advice another day.

Mo Tianfeng was very surprised when he heard that he had also worshipped the great scholars of the contemporary era, "Good boy, you are both civil and military now! My uncle is ashamed of being as good as you, and is willing to give him a disadvantage. When you go to study tomorrow night, remember to secretly take a few snacks and let me taste the skills of your Master Lan."

Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "Uncle Master, are you going to stay in Hengshan? I thought you were about to leave."

Mo Tianfeng said with a stern face: "Do you think I'm annoying and want to drive me away?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "Qingpeng has absolutely no intention!"

Mo Tianfeng snorted and said, "I don't know you either! Your three-legged cat's kung fu can barely be seen when you close the door, but it is far from qualified to take it out and offer treasures. I stayed here to correct the mistakes in your sword technique, so that you can't be embarrassed and ruin the sign of Hengshan Sword Sect in the future. Moreover, the ancients said, "A man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure." If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, don't show this shocking sword, otherwise someone will covet it and cause a disaster. I don't want this sword to fall into the hands of others."

Hu Qingpeng was overjoyed and wanted to hug the uncle and kiss him. The most disadvantage he suffered in the past was that he lacked guidance from his master and was embarrassed to always ask the leader for advice. Therefore, he had accumulated a lot of questions over the past three years of practicing sword, which greatly affected his understanding of swordsmanship. Although Gao Qingcheng, who has the best relationship with him, is very good at explaining and teaching, and his help is limited. He is now at the critical moment of practicing swordsmanship. If he can get Mo Tianfeng's guidance and overcome the bottleneck, his swordsmanship level will definitely jump to a higher level. At the same time, he is also wary that if the sword is seen by those senior brothers of the same school, everyone will definitely be jealous and jealous, and there will be troubles, so he must be carefully collected.

At that moment, Mo Tianfeng asked Hu Qingpeng to practice Hengshan sword technique from the beginning and correct the mistakes in his moves. There are thirteen sword techniques in Hengshan, each of which can range from hundreds to dozens of moves. Even if Hu Qingpeng learns quickly, it is impossible to master it thoroughly in one night. Unconsciously, the long night passed, and a light of dawn began to appear at the junction of clouds and sky. Seeing that the sky was bright, Hu Qingpeng had to go back to participate in morning exercises, so the two had to break up, but when they were about to leave, they made an appointment for the time and place of meeting next time.

After a few days in such a hurry, Hu Qingpeng sneaked out to learn sword every afternoon. Mo Tianfeng patiently answered his questions, saying everything he knew, and he said everything he said, and he personally waved his sword to demonstrate from time to time. Hu Qingpeng's many martial arts questions that were in his heart were solved, and his sword skills were progressing rapidly. He handed over the new sword to Peng Yan'er for safekeeping, and no one was alarmed. He still practiced with an ordinary long sword. When Mo Tianfeng returned to the mountain, he deliberately hid his movements and did not want to contact his fellow disciples. Except for Hu Qingpeng, no one knew about his return.

Suddenly, the weather suddenly changed, and the cold current came from the north, and the temperature on the mountain dropped sharply. At night, the first heavy snow fell from the beginning of winter. The heavy snow fell for two days and two nights. On the third day, the weather suddenly turned clear, the blue sky was tilted and the sun was shining. But I saw that the seventy-two peaks of Hengshan were all covered with silver, with golden snakes dancing on the top of the peaks, dazzling and blooming. The most beautiful thing is the snow-covered pine forest. There are countless icicles hanging on the branches of the pine trees, crystal clear and shining, as if they were the purest and most unique jewelry. Once the mountain wind blows, the icicles collided with each other, making a tinging dong dong sound, as crisp and beautiful as the sound of a piano.

That afternoon, Hu Qingpeng sneaked out to find Mo Tianfeng as usual. Because the snow in the middle of winter closed the mountain, there were almost no tourists on the mountain. The whole forest was quiet, and only a few black tits who were not afraid of the cold were croaking. As soon as Hu Qingpeng turned the mountainside, he suddenly heard a clear shout, "Stop!" Then a figure jumped down from the treetops, spreading his arms to block the middle of the road.

Hu Qingpeng was startled and saw that the person in front of him was full of heroic figure, with long hair like a waterfall, wearing a red dress, outlining his plump breasts to a thrilling look, as if a fire was ignited in the snow. She was about ten years old, with dark skin, thick eyebrows that were rare in girls' families, bright eyes, and a long gray package behind her back. She looked up and down at Hu Qingpeng's eyes and said bluntly: "Hey, are you a disciple of Hengshan Sword Sect? I want to ask you for someone."

Hu Qingpeng clasped his fists and bowed, and said, "I am Hu Qingpeng, a disciple of Hengshan. I wonder who the girl is looking for to go up the mountain through the snow?"

The beauty in red had a look of shame and anger in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I ask you, is that despicable, shameless, stealing, timid, as timid, and insidious and cunning villain Mo Tianfeng hiding in your villa?"

Hu Qingpeng was stunned, then furious, grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? How dare you slander someone and insult my seventh uncle! If you don't take your words back, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

The beauty in red shouted: "Grandma, I'm not afraid of your Hengshan Sect, otherwise why should I chase you here from afar! The world's affairs can't be 'reason'. I'll ask you, Mo Tianfeng stole my sword. Is this a despicable and shameless behavior?"

Hu Qingpeng said in a lost voice: "What?! Uncle Mo stole your sword?" He suddenly realized in his heart that the Sword of Sword of Sword was not from the right place. Just looking at the other party's aggressive and righteous look, the owner was 80% catching up with the door. It happened that the sword was in his hands now, and he couldn't even lose it. He couldn't help but secretly blame Mo Tianfeng, even if he wanted to give gifts, he didn't have to learn what the gentleman of Liang was doing.

The beauty in red said, "My name is Sang Yan. Sang Liangzi, the sword-making master of the dynasty, is my father. Mo Tianfeng stole the sword-casting sword-casting sword-making sword-making sword-casting sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making sword-making, and swearing to the sky before I went up the mountain, I would rather die!

Seeing that she was so strong, Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but feel respect. Anyway, he had a wrongdoing and had a debt, so he asked Uncle Mo to deal with her and said softly: "Miss Sang, don't do anything stupid. I'm about to go find Uncle Mo, you go see him with me."

Sang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I want to see if he has the face to see me!" He followed Hu Qingpeng and walked towards the mirror-graining platform. On the way, Hu Qingpeng knew from Sang Yan that the Sword of Sword was specially given to her by her father, and she was used as a dowry when she got married in the future. Now that she was stolen by Mo Tianfeng, how could she give up! After Sang Yan came to Hengshan, he was worried that he was weak and did not dare to rashly break into the Hengshan Sword Sect to find someone. He wandered and ran into Hu Qingpeng. Although she did not explain the details in detail, Hu Qingpeng guessed that this was probably the Fengliu love debt owed by Mo Tianfeng.

The two of them chatted while walking, but their feet were not slow. After a while, they arrived at the mirror grinding platform. After a heavy snow, the water in the mirror grinding platform turned into ice. The ice surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the silvery white was green, like a huge piece of jasper, shining brightly in the sun. In the pavilion by the pool, Mo Tianfeng got a red mud stove from somewhere, which was warming wine and drinking by himself. The rich fragrance of wine drifted away with the wind. He heard the sound of someone running on the snow. He looked up and happened to collide with Sang Yan's eyes in the air. His body stiffened, his expression awkward, and he barely squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Xiao Yan, why are you here?"

Sang Yan laughed furiously and said sternly: "You big liar, I want to kill you!" He grabbed the package behind his back and shook it, and three pieces of weapons flew into the air. She then jumped up, and made a few snaps, quickly combining the three pieces of weapons into a steel gun two-meter-long steel gun. When the figure fell, the tip of the gun was on the ground and flew up again with the force. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the pavilion and rushed to Mo Tianfeng with the man and the gun. He saw the red clothes fluttering, like a phoenix, but the gun went out of the sea like a poisonous dragon, and it was irresistible.

The gun was furious and the cold blade flashed, and Mo Tianfeng couldn't help but change color slightly. This gun was domineering and powerful, showing Sang Yan's amazing strength. He knew that the other party was angry and needed to vent. At this time, he must not fight head-on to deepen the conflict between each other. He redirected his body and jumped out.

Sang Yan shot the sky with a shot, and the violent energy thorn thorns into pieces. Countless Mars flew away, which was very beautiful. She gently tapped the stone railing beside the pavilion with her toes, and shouted angrily: "Mo Tianfeng, if you are a man, don't escape!"

Mo Tianfeng fell on the ice surface like a mirror and smiled and said with apologies: "Xiao Yan, I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have bid farewell without saying goodbye. Don't do it first, can you listen to my explanation?"

A layer of mist suddenly appeared in Sang Yan's eyes, and he shouted excitedly: "I will never believe your sweet words anymore. Isn't it enough for you to lie to me? If you don't hand over the sword, I will take your life today!" After that, he fitted and rushed down in the air, with the gun being three more sharp than before.

Mo Tianfeng slid, and his spear stabbed onto the ice surface with a long spear, immediately shattering the three-foot-meter-a-radius ice cube, turning into gusts of water mist, revealing the green pool water below. Mo Tianfeng said in a lost voice: "Master Sang's Heaven-burning Heart Method! Then is the 'Red Flame Spear' in your hand?"

Sang Yan said coldly: "So what? Do you want to have any bad ideas? Go and die!" The spear "sparks fire" danced out a cold light in the sky, and rushed over without mercy.

Since Mo Tianfeng knew that he was holding an invincible magic gun, he would not dare to take the sword to take it forward. Before the enemy's gun arrived, he turned around and fled. Sang Yan could not have imagined that he was so rogue, but he actually ran away without a single move. He was so angry that he smoked from his nostrils and flew straight to chase after him. Mo Tianfeng ran towards Hu Qingpeng, shouting while running: "Qingpeng, help me block this woman!"

Hu Qingpeng sighed and said, "Yes!" Seeing Mo Tianfeng approaching, he pointed his sword at the point of his chest and stabbed it straight. Mo Tianfeng never expected that his nephew would turn against each other. He was caught off guard by this sword. He took the time to draw the sword in his busy schedule and said angrily: "Are you crazy? You actually help outsiders deal with me!" Hu Qingpeng apologized: "Uncle Master, you have a good talk with Miss Sang, otherwise she will really stain Hengshan with blood!" He waved his sword in his hand, and each sword pointed at Mo Tianfeng's vital parts, so that he would not let him escape easily.

After a little delay, Sang Yan had already chased him. The spear, with the hot wind, suddenly poked Mo Tianfeng's vest. Mo Tianfeng didn't care about complaining about Hu Qingpeng, and hurriedly turned around. The sword trembled and blocked the landing point of the enemy's gun. The spear crashed into the sword net. With a tingling sound, the spear tip pierced the sword. The spear burst out and immediately shattered Mo Tianfeng's long sword into countless pieces. Mo Tianfeng wanted to use his light skills to dodge his body, but he felt that the vest was cold and had been controlled by Hu Qingpeng's long sword. Sang Yan took the opportunity to thrust a long spear, pointing the tip of the spear steadily at his throat, less than three inches from his skin. No matter how capable he was, he could only obediently let others do it.

Hu Qingpeng withdrew his sword and took a few steps back, muttering in his heart, is it right or wrong to do this?

Sang Yan nodded at Hu Qingpeng, thanking him for helping him with his sword. His eyes turned to Mo Tianfeng's face, which became complicated and unpredictable for a moment. He was entangled with love and hate. He took a deep breath of air conditioning and asked harshly: "Tell me quickly, where is my Sword of Sword of Sword of Sight? Where did you hide it?"

Mo Tianfeng was pointed at the vital point by the gun, but his face was not panicked at all. He had deep affection in his eyes. He stared at Sang Yan's slightly haggard face and said softly: "Xiao Yan, you have cleared it!"

Sang Yan's eyes turned red. He remembered the decades of wind and dining in the open, sun and rain, and suffered more than the previous twenty years. His grievances surged up like a turbulent sea of ​​thought. He didn't want the other party to see his weak side. He tried hard to suppress his hot tears and said angrily: "It's not because of you, don't you know it yourself? You, you have caused me so much pain!"

Mo Tianfeng said sadly: "Xiao Yan, it's my fault that you make mistakes. It's all right for you to beat me and scold me. But don't be too angry, it's easy to get old."

Sang Yan's face turned cold and he said angrily: "I don't need you to pretend to be accustomed to you! Hand over my sword!"

Mo Tianfeng shrugged and said, "But I have given the sword to someone else!"

Sang Yan's eyebrows were upside down, his silver teeth were shattered, and he said word by word: "You actually gave my dowry sword?" He smiled suddenly and said quietly: "You humiliated me so much that I have the reputation to ruin my reputation. What kind of face do I have to stay in the world? I will kill you first, and then commit suicide!" After that, he moved his gun slightly, and wanted to stab the hateful man to death with one shot.

Hu Qingpeng was shocked and it was too late to draw his sword to rescue him.

"Let's wait!" Mo Tianfeng hurriedly shouted at the critical moment, "Xiao Yan, I have something to say!"

Sang Yan's spear was frustrated and he said lightly: "After you say that, let's go to the underworld together after that!"

Mo Tianfeng sorted out his clues and said slowly: "You misunderstood me!"

Sang Yan laughed and said, "Misunderstanding? How did I misunderstand you? You dare to argue until you die!"

Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "Did you forget what I said on the Mid-Autumn Festival night? That night, you pointed to the sword hanging on the wall and said to me: 'If anyone is willing to marry me, this sword is his.' I said at the time: 'The sword is given to the hero, and the red pink is given to the beauty. This sword must be me.' Later..." After a pause, he looked at her towering peaks meaningfully, and his smile became a little warm.

Sang Yan's face couldn't help but burst into red waves, obviously recalling the charming, sweet and happy scene that night, with a fascinating look in his eyes, and his teeth bit his lips lightly and whispered: "You bad guy, that night... that night, deliberately bullying others!" When he spoke the following words, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Mo Tianfeng smiled and said, "You didn't reject me at that time!"

Sang Yan's face was red and his ears were so ashamed that he even turned red in his neck. He stomped his feet and said, "You still dare to chew around!"

Mo Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly raised his palm, gently pushed the spear pointing at the throat, took two steps forward, gently embraced Sang Yan in his arms, sniffed her orchid-like body fragrance, and murmured: "Xiao Yan, don't you understand my intentions?" Sang Yan was touched by his hands, and immediately felt weak all over his body, his hands and feet were sore and weak, and his hatred disappeared. He relaxed his hands and the spear landed on the ground. She couldn't help but bit Mo Tianfeng's shoulder, and said lovely and hatefully: "You enemy!"

Hu Qingpeng saw that the two of them had beaten to the death the moment before, and then the next moment, he was so good that they were filled with oil. He couldn't help but be stunned and thought curiously: Is the relationship between men and women really so wonderful? Mo Tianfeng turned around and glared at him at this time. Hu Qingpeng was startled and knew that the next plot should not be present. He quickly turned around and walked away and went to the intersection to prevent anyone from accidentally bumping into it, which would ruin the scenery.
Chapter completed!