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The senior brother didn't speak much before, but now he is still taciturn.

It’s not that you cherish words and please flatter others with indifference. But many times, senior brothers always speak incisively and concisely, just a few words are always concise and effective, which is completely opposite to Jiang Manlou, who has a lot of nonsense and inconspicuous words.

Therefore, the senior brother is unwilling to stay in the places where Jiangmanlou appears. Luo Changfeng has no other way to do this.

Just like before your eyes.

Everyone gathered together. After dinner, Luo Changfeng and his senior brother climbed the mansion tower and looked at the lights of thousands of houses covered with snow. They wanted to tell their thoughts about the past ten years and tell their thoughts, but they were talking about the key points, but Jiang Manlou appeared.

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"Why did Uncle Master leave again?"

"It's probably because of you."

"I? I haven't seen him for ten years, so how dare I offend him?"

"Senior brother said you're too long-winded!"

Jiang Manlou did not argue, but in fact he did not dare to argue.

Ten years ago, he was in Bodhi Academy in awe of Huangfu Yi.

Now, although Huangfu Yi has changed his body, he has grown into the title of Lord Tibingshan, but his awe has not diminished at all.

Of course, the main reason is that Jiang Manlou is afraid of swords. Jiang Manlou respects the sword that can fight against the Heavenly Sword for thousands of disasters without any condition...

"Master uncle..."

Jiang Manlou turned around and confirmed his eyes. After seeing Huangfu Yi leave, he continued to say: "How did he survive?"

Luo Changfeng shook his head.

He asked his senior brother, but he did not get a specific answer.

Ten years ago, the statue of the God of Tiandong and the Twelve Stars under his seat destroyed the academy and destroyed three thousand Bodhi. Huangfu Yi and Duanyanke fought to death in the Forgetful River. Their corpses were buried by Luo Changfeng himself.

He did not believe in the saying of resurrection from the dead. The only explanation was the soul that was free from the guinea pig.

This is also the answer given to him by my senior brother.

"The escaped soul occupied Liu Shaotian's body and drove away the shell, and then used ten years of situation to adapt to this body?" Jiang Manlou looked at Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng sighed softly: "Senior brother doesn't want to say it, so how can I ask?"

"Just because he is a senior brother?"

"I only have one senior brother!"

Luo Changfeng looked at the bright lights of thousands of families, and the countless candlelights that were like stars flashing, there was the warmth of his request but not getting. No one knew how much joy was hidden in his calm heart when he met his senior brother. It took ten years of light to be

Lifespan cannot be exchanged for comfort and excitement.

Living is a gift, so why dare to beg for anything else?

Jiang Manlou no longer struggles with this topic: "There is something that needs to be discussed with you."

"What's the matter?"

"The Lord of the Mountain intends to open an inn in Fengxue Yincheng."

"Why, the Jiang family's business has been neglected recently?"

"What's this? The Jiang family's industries are spread all over the world and have a wide range of knowledge. Who can escape the Jiang family trademark? Although Benshan's main body has great talent in mathematics and technology, it is unparalleled in the world, but we must also let the world see me Jiang.

It’s versatile to have a lot of talent.”

Luo Changfeng asked, "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Manlou looked very serious: "In ten years, Huamanlou Inn has been open all over the world, and Fengxue Yincheng is the first treasure house."

Luo Changfeng didn't say anything. He withdrew his deep obsession with the lights of thousands of families and looked downstairs in the mansion.

The bright light of the knife as bright as the moon mixed with the sound of the wind attracted his attention.

He saw the blue figure flying like a butterfly.

The cold knife light cuts out many lines from the night, like the calligraphy of our masters, with an ultimate beauty.

Shenque, Tianxuan, Fengfu, Yaoguang...

Jiang Manlou narrowed his eyes.

The Lord of Tibingshan, who once taught Liu Shisanqiu's swords on behalf of Luo Changfeng, is not unfamiliar with the direction of these star positions: "Is it a crutch?"

That's a crutch.

Nangong Jiu practices knife in Yinshu Garden.

Under the lights, snow and silver flowers are flying.

The young and energetic Liu Shisan and Song Lingyun, and the young monk should wish to watch the knife.

It was a young picture, and Luo Changfeng was trance remembering the little things about the academy.

"Your disciple, no matter how talented you are in the understanding, is not inferior to the young Duan Family. The ninth Tianque seems to be a little inferior." Jiang Manlou said admiringly.

"That's natural! I advise you to be more concerned about yourself. If you are so lazy, you may not be as good as your younger generation in three years."

Luo Changfeng left a word and jumped down from the mansion building.

Jiang Manlou, who was poked into the pain, was suddenly full of dissatisfaction and had nowhere to tell, so he had to point downstairs and shout: "Three years later, my head of the family will definitely be robbed!"

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"Meet Master."

Luo Changfeng, as light as a feather, lit silver flowers on his toes floated to the ground.

Nangong Jiu collected his sword and saluted Liu Shisan and others.

Luo Changfeng nodded slightly, poked his palm out, and a bright light appeared in the sword score: "This is the result of being a master for many years of sword cultivation. It records that you need to understand the principles of the mind and the form is not necessary. After all, the stars in the sky are vast, if true

If you have to worry about it, all the galaxies in the sky can be used as swords, so there is no saying that seventeen or nineteen.”

Nangong Jiuyouyoulan's eyes looked at Luo Changfeng, and glorious Ye Ye. She stretched out her jade hand and held the nameless sword score respectfully: "Disciple remembers the master's teachings."

Luo Changfeng looked at Liu Shisan: "When you are not in Yincheng, you can work with Senior Sister Nangong to practice the sword together. If you are confused, you can ask you Master Jiang, who will stay in Yincheng for a while.

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Liu Shisan glanced at his senior sister, and when he saw the other party's eyes popping, he felt a little red in his face, and then lowered his head.

Nangong Jiu did not pay attention to Liu Shisan's youthful expression. She was slightly surprised: "Uncle Jiang can use a knife?"

Luo Changfeng looked up at the tower: "I have been with my fellow soldiers for more than ten years, and I can still talk about it on paper."

Jiang Manlou, who was drinking alone in the mansion building, sneezes inexplicably.

Nangong Jiu, who had always been indifferent, looked at his handsome master with silver hair and covered his face and smiled slightly.

That smile made Liu Shisan intoxicated.

Song Lingyun, who was beside her, felt a little sad when she saw her senior brother's appearance, and suddenly burst into tears: "Master doesn't love me..."

Luo Changfeng can understand his elf when he gets along with his little disciple Song Lingyun these days.

The huge Fengxue Yin City lord's mansion, this girl only listened to the words of the mistress. Later, she felt relieved. An Hongdou was so old that she was probably looking for someone to compete in martial arts and kiss her with her sword.

The little girl's crying really cannot catch the eyes of the mistress, and it is reasonable to see one thing as a subduing one thing.

Luo Changfeng rubbed Xiao Songsong's head pamperedly: "Would you like to learn the knife with your master?"

"What's the point of learning about the murder knife?" An Hongdou's voice came from the flower hall.

It was still a red dress that he never got tired of watching. The mother of the City Lord Fengxueyin looked at Luo Changfeng with a smile, with a hint of charm.

"I've met my master's wife."

"Good boy, don't be too polite."

An Hongdou held the Linglong sword in her hand and pulled the little girl Song Lingyun back to her side: "Learn the sword from her master's wife."

The little girl smiled happily again: "Thank you, Master's wife."

Song Lingyun, who burst into tears and laughed, happily grimaced at the little monk. The little monk clasped his hands and lowered his head.

Luo Changfeng had no choice but to summon thirteen broken swords in the Huanhua Snowing Sword Map.

At that time, Luo Bing's Thirteen Swords, Zhaoqing, Guanyun, and the River Inspiring Monument... were arranged one by one in front of the little girl.

Luo Changfeng pretended to be stern: "Don't be lazy in the future! When I return to the city, I will test you for your cultivation!"

"Why, are you leaving?"

The smile on An Hongdou's cheek gradually faded away. She looked at Luo Changfeng, and a trace of reluctance turned into tears and flashed her eyes.