"Lin Huaiman is a love-infatuated person. How many infatuated lovers in the world have ended up being insincere because of the word "love" because of the word "love". "The young master Guzhou murmured, his eyes drifting like him.

Luo Feiyu was stunned, "So you have to start with 'love'?"

"Now the highest-ranking leader of Liuyue Villa is Lin Huaiman, and I disguised myself as Liu Zangfeng. From then on, many obstacles can be solved." The young master of Guzhou gently put away the booklet.

Luo Feiyu forced himself to hold back his smile, "But the partner you bought is your fiancée's mother, your future mother-in-law, you are even twenty or thirty years apart from her. Do you have any tricks?"

The young master Guzhou smiled slightly and shook his white clothes, "You are too underestimating me."

"Under the truth?"

"Have you heard of a poem?" The young master of Guzhou sat down on the table, and his shoes stepped on the table.

"At the time of Lin'an Poetry Festival, the young master of Moshang spoke in a singular manner, and used ink to startle the osmanthus flowers in the sky, which made countless deep girls intoxicated. Therefore, a talented man wrote a poem for his poem: Lin'an Moshang was elegant, and since then he forgot his old people." The young master of Guzhou said proudly, "What makes the young master of Moshang please countless women is not only because of his romantic and handsome appearance, but also..."

"Get it." Luo Feiyu waved his hand quickly, and said with a look of indifference: "Narcissism has a degree. I almost thought that this poem was written by you."

The young master Guzhou nodded in praise, "You guessed it, this poem is indeed what I wrote."

"Ah?" Luo Feiyu couldn't believe it.

"The talented man I just mentioned is me." The young master of Guzhou was lightly shining in white clothes.

Luo Feiyu was choking and stunned.

"Although the relationship between Liu Zangfeng and Lin Huaiman has been unfamiliar in recent years, it has slightly disagreement in some opinions that determine the fate of Liuyue Villa." The young master Gu Zhou patted Luo Feiyu on the shoulder and suddenly said seriously.

"Is there a slight disagreement?" Luo Feiyu said in surprise.

"Yes. Liu Zangfeng wanted to pursue the ultimate swordsmanship and make Liuyue Villa dominate the martial arts world, and he also wanted to conquer the world. For this reason, he went to Luoyang without hesitation, intending to enter the court to find opportunities. Lin Huaiman hoped that he could stick to his original aspirations and work hard to maintain Liuyue Villa to protect the peace of the people of Suzhou." The young master Guzhou looked at the book, "After that, when I went to Liuyue Villa as a guest, they were also quarreling in secret, and even often involved in Yiliu."

Luo Feiyu was stunned and suddenly said, "Talk about Liu Yili..."

The young master of the lonely boat looked at Luo Feiyu, "What?"

Luo Feiyu shook his head and went back to the original topic, "What are you going to do? Start with the word 'love' from Lin Huaiman?"

"I guess Lin Huaiman should really want to go back to the saint of the Sheath Clan who had just fallen in love, and first met a young swordsman who was holding a willow in Wushan." The young master Guzhou sighed and said, "I will have my own way. However, she is my mother-in-law and a hero of the Sword Forging Alliance. I respect her and admire her, and will not have any skin relationship with her."

Luo Feiyu was shocked.

indeed.

That year, the young master of Mo Shang shook the spring ripple in the hearts of countless women in the boudoir with his romantic aura, but he had only romantic aura and was unable to achieve his nature.

What the young master Moshang could do back then may be able to do nowadays.

Because, Guzhou Young Master is also the Moshang Young Master.

It has always been. But he has never noticed it himself.

Or, it is to avoid it.

The young master of the lonely boat gathered his arrogance and calmed his face, "Believe me, after this time, Liuyue Villa will no longer exist."

It is as quiet as the wind, but it is loud and loud.

But under the quiet storm, there are rolling world and surging waves.

...

Willow branches flutter in the evening breeze, with light fog, and the gate of Liuyue Villa is already far away. This villa stands proudly in Gusu City, which occupies seven parts of the fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River.

"It's finally here." Luo Feiyu tightened his sword bag and took out a token from his waist.

This token was the alliance order of the Sword Forging Alliance twenty years ago, and was a witness to a period of vicissitudes and changes. Only those who hold this order can enter the village to attend the conference.

This is given to him by the master.

When he put it in his hand tremblingly before leaving, there were even tears on it.

Luo Feiyu walked to the village gate and showed the token. However, before the disciple of Yueling took it in time, he was snatched by his other hand that suddenly appeared.

Yue Ling's disciple not only did not get angry, but said respectfully: "Master of the Great Manor!"

Liu Zangfeng smiled and flipped through the token and looked at Luo Feiyu, "The little brother is very young. Are you here for the meeting for the elders?"

"Yes." Luo Feiyu also looked at "Liu Zangfeng".

That is, the young master of the lonely boat.

The two looked at each other and sparked.

They all saw themselves from each other's eyes.

All of them were the young men who didn't know the taste of sorrow.

Lan Chuqi and Gu Jingyao also walked up, showed the token to the disciple of Yueling, and walked in.

Gu Jingyao followed her and said in confusion: "I seemed to have seen the token you just saw in my father's hand when I was a child. What exactly is it?"

Lan Chuqi threw the token to him, "Shanhe Order."

"Go to the mountains and rivers?" Gu Jingyao looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers embroidered on the token.

"At that time, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the Sword Forging Alliance took the covenant of 'restore order and peace in the world', and defended the rivers and lakes to the death with the belief of 'river and mountains together'." Lan Chuyi murmured: "Make famous mountains and rivers express the attachment of the people of the Jianghu at that time for the peaceful and prosperous era of the beautiful rivers and mountains."

Gu Jingyao weighed the token and asked accidentally: "How come you have a token? Did the elders of Longhu Mountain ask you to participate?"

Lan Chuqi shook his head and smiled, "It's my master."

Loulan ruins.

The sun is so harsh.

An amiable old Taoist looked up at the sun, "Look at this time, the sword sacrifice conference in Gusu is about to begin."

Another old Taoist with broken arms said, "Yes, senior brother. The Wudang side has already ordered Qingyin to take Haochen to go."

These two were the old Taoist Wudang, Yu Yin and Yin Yin Sanren who lived in Loulan. Half a month passed, they had lost the dusty spirit that had been on the road for a long time, and drank the tea that the old man had carefully calculated and brewed in order. Both of them were radiant and energetic, and even adapted to the heat on the Silk Road.

True Man Yu Yin sighed, "That's great."

Yin Yin Sanren said in confusion: "Why are senior brother sighing?"

"This time I made up my mind to go down the mountain, but I was unable to attend a sword sacrifice conference. It is inevitable that I feel a little regretful." Yu Yin Zhenren said: "I really want to know if those old friends who have been with gods for a long time are still there."

"Who do you want to know? I'll tell you one by one." An old man approached the two.

True Man Yu Yin turned his head and looked at the old man and said with a smile: "You have been staying in the door for many days without eating or sleeping. No matter how Yin Yin and I call you, you will not come out. Why are you willing to come out today?"

The old man looked up at the sky, "I missed the past and hurt the present, so I should look at the sky."

"Nostalgia for the past and hurt the present?" Yin Yin Sanren was puzzled. "Twenty years ago, today, the Sword Forging Alliance won a great victory. The Burial Sword Villa was returned to Jiangnan, laying the foundation for the future extermination of Burial Sword Villa. Where did the injury come from?"

True Man Yu Yin hurriedly called Layin Yin Sanren and signaled him not to say much.

"Because she chose a path that was unique and extremely biased." The old man shook his head, "I originally thought that this path could bring a paradise, but later I found out that what I brought to me was just loss. The people around me left one after another."

Both of the old Taoists' expressions became serious.

Everyone knows the ending of the Sword Ancestor, which is a tragedy that no one can imagine.

Zhenren Yu Yin shook his head, "Where are these two newly accepted disciples? They..."

"They all have their own things to do." The old man sighed.

True Man Yu Yin nodded, "At the time, did you let that little disciple cultivate the internal power of the 'Sword Vein' to let him enter Junshan to attend the sword sacrifice conference? Or did you really want to avenge the entire Central Plains martial arts world as some people who are worried about it?"

The old man pondered for a moment, but did not answer the two questions asked by Yu Yin. "This year's sword sacrifice conference will be different from previous years. If you two don't attend, it's a pity to spend time with me, this old man in this place where birds don't shit."

Yin Yin Sanren was a little angry, "You insisted on trying to keep us here before."

"Different?" Yu Yin frowned.

"Yes, it's different." The old man looked at the sun in the sky, which was blocked by dark clouds, "I went back alone with that sword. The truth that had been blinded by the world for twenty years will eventually be able to clear the clouds and dissipate the fog."

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Because I'm going to cut to the heroine's line recently, I'll give the heroine an extra.
Chapter completed!