Song of Adolescence

For three days in a row, Lei Wujie was practicing the sword drawing technique.

Every morning, Li Hanyi walks out of the Cao Lu and strikes a sword against Lei Wujie, but no matter how powerful Li Hanyi’s sword is, Lei Wujie can’t draw out that sword, but Li Hanyi hasn’t been able to draw out that sword a few times later. After a few swords, his body was already scarred.

After Li Hanyi finished a sword, he turned and left. Sometimes he walked into the Caolu for a day without going out, and sometimes he jumped into the deep mountain to practice sword. What Lei Wujie can do is to figure out how to draw out his sword every day, and is responsible for Li Hanyi's three meals a day. In fact, the disciples under the mountain would bring up food every day, but Lei Wujie only took one bite and drove him away. Later, he gave birth to a stove and started cooking. The nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain had countless wild vegetables and mushrooms, and many birds and beasts. It happened that Lei Wujie's biggest hobby since childhood was cooking, except for martial arts, so he volunteered to do it. Li Hanyi didn't say good or bad about this, but that swordsmanship, but still didn't teach anything.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Lei Wujie was cooking breakfast, and Li Hanyi walked out of the cottage.

Lei Wujie hurriedly said hello: "Master, morning today."

Li Hanyi sniffed his nose, with a rare smile in his voice: "If you have half the talent for cooking as a martial artist, it will be fine."

Lei Wujie was overjoyed immediately: "Master, I am in a good mood today."

Li Hanyi waved his sleeves: "Go down the mountain."

Lei Wujie was stunned, and the spatula in his hand fell to the ground: "Master...Master, although I am stupid, you don't have to drive me away."

Li Hanyi shook his head: "I'm not trying to drive you away. I'm going to retreat for three days. You go down the mountain for these three days. Don't let anyone go into the mountain."

Lei Wujie turned from sorrow to joy, and nodded: "Don't worry, I will leave after breakfast for Master."

Li Hanyi didn't speak, but turned his head silently, and sat on the grassy cottage, looking at the north, and sighed: "It's really like it." He stretched out his hand and held a flying leaf. Put it on your lips and blow it up. The tune was a little sad, like a group of lone geese flying across the sky. Lei Wujie felt a little familiar, and suddenly remembered that Xiao Se also sat on the roof of the wine shop and blew it that day. Lei Wujie turned his head to look at Li Hanyi's back, and suddenly felt a bit familiar.

Li Hanyi put down his hands and chanted softly, "Spring in the moon noon, swaying the fragrant mash and light dancing. Turning to the corridor, half-falling plum blossoms and giving birth incense. Light clouds and mists are always a place for juvenile pleasure. Not like autumn light, Only with Li Ren."

"Master." Lei Wujie called out.

"Is the sword practiced today?" Li Hanyi suddenly turned around.

"Huh?" Lei Wujie was taken aback.

With a light wave of Li Hanyi's right hand, that leaf suddenly rushed towards Lei Wujie with a gust of wind.

Feiye picking flowers is amazing!

Lei Wujie suddenly picked up the Tingyu sword beside him, and pulled it hard, but the sword body remained motionless. Seeing Feiye had attacked him, he could only retreat quickly. But that Feiye chased the momentum unabated, Lei Wujie still felt the supreme sword aura on the leaf after four steps in a row, he simply turned around and ran down the mountain.

"Master, see you in three days!" Lei Wujie shouted.

Li Hanyi removed the gray scarf that had been covering his face, and suddenly smiled.

Lei Wujie ran all the way, and quickly rushed to Xueyue City. He went up the mountain for a few days, and to be honest, he missed Xiao Se and Tang Lian who had been with him day and night, and wanted to find them in the city. I looked around and found a familiar figure.

With a pale complexion, a slender figure, and a white cloak with a big word "gambling" written on the back, it was Luo Mingxuan, the guardian of the thirteenth floor of the ascending the sky pavilion that day. Next to him stood a woman with a beautiful face, a graceful figure and a charming eyebrow. She looked only in her early twenties, but Lei Wujie knew that she was the world-famous Luoxia fairy Yin Luoxia and also Luoming. The master of Xuan. Because she also wore an almost identical white cloak, except that the word "gambling" on it was even bigger.

"Lei Wujie?" Luo Mingxuan smiled maliciously at him, "Where is the eight hundred taels that owes me?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "This..."

"Those who lose are still eligible to ask for money? Don't shame me." Yin Luoxia took a step forward. Although she was angry, her voice was still soft and beautiful. She smiled and looked at Lei Wujie, "You are Lei Wujie. This is Yin Luoxia."

"Fairy Luoxia, admire your name for a long time!" Lei Wujie was flattered and hurriedly clasped his fists.

Yin Luoxia smiled: "Why did you go down the mountain today, where is your master?"

"Master said to retreat, let me stay under the mountain for a few days, don't disturb him." Lei Wujie replied.

Yin Luoxia nodded thoughtfully, and said in a low voice: "Retreat? Is it because there are going to be old friends again?"

Lei Wujie did not hear clearly, and asked in confusion, "What did the fairy say?"

Yin Luoxia came back to her senses and shook her head with a smile: "Nothing, where are you going now?"

Lei Wujie frowned slightly: "I want to find a friend of mine, the one who entered the city with me."

"Sad?" Luo Mingxuan chuckled lightly.

"Brother Luo knew him?" Lei Wujie said with joy.

"It's not just me." Luo Mingxuan raised his head and looked into the distance, "The entire Xueyue City already knew him. Master, guess how long it will take to get to our Luoxia Palace today. I bet a quarter of an hour. ."

Yin Luoxia heard the word "gambling" and her eyes lit up: "I bet now."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure swept up from the roof of the main hall and rushed to this side. A blue shirt, handsome face, it is that bleak!

"Every day is getting faster." Luo Mingxuan sighed.

"Desperate!" Lei Wujie hurriedly shouted.

Xiao Se was stunned when he heard the sound, and his pace was a little slow. He saw that a dark golden spear had been chased by him. He dodged sideways, but his sleeve was still slipped away. He angrily said: "Do you know what you are drawing? It is Yunyan Fine Cotton! One thousand and two!"

"I care what you are!" The indifferent woman shot it down.

Xiao Se was able to escape, and continued to speed up and rush forward.

"Treading the clouds is indeed the world's number one light skill. This young man has no internal strength, but he can almost have the light skill level of a master at the level of freedom." Yin Luoxia looked at Xiao Se's figure and exclaimed.

Xiao Se screamed as he ran, "Lei Wujie!"

"Here." Lei Wujie took a step forward tacitly, and punched the sky.

It is his signature martial arts, Lei Men has no square fist, and before the fist arrives, the qi comes first.

Lei Wujie had no impression of Sagong Qianluo. When he broke into the pavilion that day, Sagong Qianluo went out of the city without authorization. Although he hurried back after hearing the news, he was entangled by Xiao Se. In the end, although he still met, there were many people in chaos. Neither of them announced each other's names. But Lei Wujie didn't know Sikong Qianluo, but Sikong Qianluo could never forget Lei Wujie.

Her gun only paused. She stopped and stood on the roof, looking down at Lei Wujie, and said proudly: "Okay. I will pack you two together today."

"That day, Lei Wujie broke into the pavilion, and the second city lord on the 16th floor shot him flying with a single sword. The 15th floor Thunder Cloud Crane attracted thunder for nine days. If it were not for the mercy of his men, he would have lost his life. The fourteenth-floor senior brother released the water again. To put it bluntly, Lei Wujie has only passed through my thirteenth pavilion. When he encounters a real fourteenth-floor pavilion guard, can he win?" Luo Mingxuan turned his head and looked at the master .

The immortal Yin Luoxia raised her eyebrows, and gently waved a dice in her hand: "Would you like to make a bet?"