Shen Wanji dug the mud at night and saw a light coming from her sword. She looked at it with horror and said, "What a strange sight!" At first, it was thin and scattered, but suddenly it was sharp and sharp, like the wind and snow blowing on a snowy night, and the cold suddenly arrived. It is absent from the body, invading the marrow and carving bones, and all the organs resound; Like the plum blossoms in the forest, with a lingering fragrance, without any branches or shadows, but with a clear and pungent scent. Yu said to the wooden man, "What kind of technique is this? Come and try it." The wooden man said, "Snowflakes are drifting, the forest sea is rustling, the cold plum blossoms are playing four times, and the bones are broken and the shape is broken."
Yu said, "Oh, my heart! Is this snowflake from Hu? Gai Fumei is also a sword: its branches are slanted horizontally, and its sword moves are many dregs; its flowers are cold, and it is extremely difficult for the sword to ascend; its fragrance is quiet, and the sword wounds are soft, with a clear and high quality, and its sword skills are tightly bound. Therefore, it is a snowflake, cold and cold, and occasionally erupts. Whipping the corpse to strike the air is a normal state, ignoring this and that is a false talk. It is difficult to be effective at the same level, and it is super advanced to kill. Therefore, it destroys the scattered ones, and it is the parents of their sect. Fu Mei, the winter flower, is also at that time." "It is yin, and it is also arrogant in nature. It is admirable that the way of heaven in the mud is not based on balance but on the heart. It is endowed with skills, such as spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, so each one is good at playing. Mei Xue is the master of the quality of the sky, and sword flowers are the capital of the sky. Mei is arrogant, and things are both proud and solitary; sword is extreme, and things are solitary and should be extreme."
"Sigh! Mei Xue is ruthless and sometimes drifts. The sky is cold and cold, but the sword is only the heart. However, a hundred swords disrupt its spirit and lure its form; if it rises in the pool, there will be no way to rise. Moreover, if one's talent is beyond their ability, they will worry about their family and country's inability. How could they be so angry that their liver becomes withered wood, and their silent A becomes a star? How could they use their only skill to compete with the world? If one's thoughts do not regret it, why do they hate wizards?"
Wooden people, don't be right, hang their heads and sleep. But hearing the sound of mud digging on the four walls, like a sigh of help. |
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