Chapter 198： Ten years, one flick

Song Ning looked at Luo Zhengfeng puzzledly: "Conditions?"

Luo Zhengfeng patted Song Ning's shoulder: "This soft sword is named Liuyun. The only condition for me is that after learning swordsmanship, you can cut the demon with me and protect the people in the city."

Song Ning was stunned. Now he can be sure that Luo's father and son are not monks. Those who are not monks can speak the words of demon and demon. This determination is really stronger than many monks.

"It's not the responsibility of those fairy monks to eliminate evil spirits? Isn't Wufu without any resistance when facing the demons?" Song Ning asked.

After hearing this, Luo Yi smiled: "Song Ning, you don't know, my father and I once killed the demon outside this ancient sword city."

Song Ning was really surprised this time. Not to mention the strength of Wufu, the courage to fight with the demon alone is admirable.

"If there is a demon attack, it is naturally my duty to attack the enemy." Song Ning's soft sword sternly looked awe-inspiring.

Luo's father and son explained for a moment, from Song Ning, they felt a different kind of breath, it seems that this person is born with extraordinary, when speaking, the momentum is amazing.

"Well, Song Ning, would you like to be my disciple of Luo Zhengfeng?" Luo Zhengfeng suddenly asked.

Song Ning nodded. At the moment, he cultivated as a complete loss. If he can learn martial arts, be able to slay the demon and remove the demon, it is also the only thing that can be done at the moment. Moreover, Song Ning can probably see Luo Zhengfeng ’s man, who can use the sword to demon There are not many mortals, Luo Zhengfeng is one of them, this is worth Song Ning bowing his head.

"Master." Song Ning knelt with a fist clenched.

Luo Zhengfeng supported Song Ning: "Those etiquettes will be waived. I Luo Zhengfeng once vowed that only one disciple will be accepted in this life. Seeing you today, I want to put you under the door. From today on, you will I am the only disciple, and I will pass on everything I have learned all my life to you. "

Luo Yi looked at Song Ning sideways enviously. At this moment, Song Ning realized that even Luo Yi was not a disciple of Luo Zhengfeng. This even surprised Song Ning.

In the following days, Song Ning would be bored to practice exercises in the Luo family. The father and son of the Luo family did not ask about Song Ning's background, nor did Song Ning ask about anything other than martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Regarding Song Ning's exercise, Luo Zhengfeng did not relax at all. During the winter and winter, the snow flew, and Song Ning walked in the snow one foot behind.

Time is running out, and months have passed.

Song Ning constantly practiced strength and speed.

Alternating cold and heat, time is like an arrow, and just like that, a year has passed.

Late autumn, moonlight night.

Song Ning was sitting on the tree in the courtyard in a gown, looking up at the night sky.

There was no moon and no light tonight, only a little thought.

I still remember that in the fairy market that year, I turned my hands to make stars.

As time passed, Song Ning's thoughts of Leng Yuexiao became heavier and heavier, and his life seemed to be more than seventeen or eighty years. In his mind.

It's just that things have changed over time and things are right and wrong. If ever, he still has the right to be with Leng Yuexiao, but now, why should he?

Looking into the night sky, he slowly reached out his hand, as if to imitate the heroism that once turned his hands to make stars.

However, the palm of the hand crossed, and the night sky did not change at all.

But I don't know if it was God's mercy, Song Ning vaguely saw the moon protruding his head, and after a while, it illuminated the earth.

Looking at the moonlight, Song Ning's mood fluctuated. Once upon a time, after seeing the moonlight, he thought of Leng Yuexiao. Now, this thought is even heavier.

At this moment, a thousand miles away, in a secret room, a woman also looked up at the sky.

She has a colorful damask, delicate and delicate facial features, like immortal jade carving, snow-like cheeks add a little whiteness under the bright moonlight, a pair of star eyes twinkling, as if all the stars are in her eyes.

However, among the only stars in the world, the twinkling, but sad.

She closed her door for a year. For one year, she never left here. For some reason, she suddenly consolidated the night sky today, and found that the night sky was dark. She remembered her experience in the fairy ruins.

That day, under the tree.

He made stars for her by turning hands over.

Although it is an illusion, it is the tranquility and serenity that she has never experienced in her life.

Now, a year has passed, and there is no news of him. Even the dark night sent to investigate the news, he can't find where he is.

A year later, she broke through to Yuanying early and used Yuanyingxiu as a way to find the breath above her exclusive Lengjia token, but she didn't find anything at all. In this case, there are only two possibilities.

1. Song Ning is dead.

Second, Song Ning has no spiritual power and is no longer a monk at this moment.

Hong Yan drunk, Iraqi tears.

Two lines of tears.

This sad woman alone is Leng Yuexiao.

She hated her father Leng Wuhen and her family, but even if she hated, she could not let go of her blood connection with Leng's family, and she could not forget her mother's death more than ten years ago.

"Song Ning ... if you are still alive, can we meet again in our lifetime?" Leng Yuexiao's voice was bitter and wept softly.

In Leng's house, I was afraid that no one had seen Leng Yuexiao's expression.

A year ago, when she came out of the Fairy Market, Leng Yuexiao's mood is very different from the past. She knows that there is a truce for ten years. She imagines that she can be with Song Ning together to practice together and live together. Song Ning's realm is rising fast, the family will not object, then she wants to marry Song Ning and fulfill a woman's long-cherished wish.

But she never imagined that all of this would be in vain.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails penetrated deeply into her palms, and the blood bleed out, but she knew nothing about the pain.

She opened her sleeves, looked at the scars on her arms that had not faded, and recalled the scene of feeding Song Ning to her own flesh and blood in the fairy ruins.

The night wind struck, with the coldness of late autumn.

The two of them were shivering at the same time.

Shaking his head helplessly, sending Acacia to the moon, the world is too helpless, too many variables, the only thing that will not change, I am afraid that the world is constantly changing.

Song Ning jumped from the tree, returned to the room, and went to bed to rest.

Overnight, passed.

From autumn to spring, in the daily diligent practice, Song Ning's body became stronger, and Luo Zhengfeng also began to teach him the swordsmanship. In private, Song Ning also continued to practice "Empty Sword Territory", but he kept practicing. However, there has been no progress, there is nothing but form, but the essence of this ethereal sword domain cannot be used.

Gradually, in the memory of many people, Song Ning's memory faded away.

In ten years, with just a flick of the finger, Song Ning has already learned what Luo Zhengfeng has learned all his life. Although some tricks related to Dantian Ningqi Song Ning can't practice, among Wufu, Song Ning can be regarded as Very strong presence.

In the falling feathers, monks have the life of a monk, and mortals have a way of living.

On this day, Song Ning is still practicing "Empty Sword Territory", but Luo Zhengfeng brings an amazing news ...