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Li Guangling still had some lingering fear as he watched the battle between him and his junior brother, Zhao Jiannan. This Junior Brother's future was truly limitless. His body was exhausted recently, and he was recovering well.

Yang Liu Yi Yi's thin West Lake has a quiet elegant scenery. There was a pavilion by the lake, filled with mountain light and water. There are egrets, gulls and other beautiful birds across the surface of the lake, accompanied by the early summer breeze gently blowing, very pleasant. Not far away from him, at a lone sail number, was Lotus Leaf Tian Tian. Little He only exposed his sharp horn, some of them bloomed enchantingly, pink, white, lonely and unruly.

At this moment, his gaze was leisurely gazing into the distance. In the distance, waves of jade-green light rippled like a Scaled Sturgeon. There were too many conflicts and disputes in his life. Whenever he encountered something he did not like, he liked to be alone, reading a good book and sitting down for an entire afternoon. He would then read a few good poems, leave incense in his mouth, and wait for his mood to improve before quietly thinking about the situation and the changes that had occurred.

Being in the martial arts world, one was helpless. There would always be some people and things that he disliked, but matters of the world were difficult and sinister. As someone who only knew how to act from the outside, how could he act willfully and recklessly against the wind? The martial arts world naturally had its own rules and regulations. Breaking these rules meant damaging the interests of others, and these rules represented the power of one side. Those who break the rules can only be disgraced. Even as nobles, they had no choice but to fall into the larger web of worldly wisdom.

Of course, those who had attained their current status would not show any signs of joy or anger. If they were to move, one side would move, and the fate of the many people around them would be decided. Some people leave and will never come back, some people come and go but never stop, to the journey of life can only go forward.

He usually liked to read books, such as Analects of the World, Four Books and Five Classics, and Tang Shi and Song Poems. He had read many books and could finally understand them when he was young. Since ancient times, there had been no first. Su Shi's bold and unrestrained, Li Taibai's elegant and unruly, Du Po's melancholy and compassion, Confucius Sage's moral and benevolent, the heart understands the essence and truth of life.

It would be better to have no books than no books. Worries before worries after happiness, to help the world, poverty is the best. He who does not rejoice in things does not grieve in himself. There is no absolute in everything, there are two sides to everything, we have to be flexible, and we have to listen to the heart, not the general theory. For example, if you could save the mountain, you would not have to worry about not having firewood to burn. However, the saying goes that it would be better to just turn the mountain into a piece of jade. As the saying goes, three skinsmiths compete against one another, but as the saying goes, without a leader, without a head, without a snake.

All these theories were related, and they also directly struck at the essence of martial arts. There were pros and cons in everything, and they couldn't be generalized. The human body has its limits, everyone has their weaknesses, no one is perfect. And martial artists would use their advantages to attack the weaknesses of others. They would take advantage of the advantages of others to make up for the disadvantages. They were good at taking advantage of all conditions. And the top experts were always well-rounded, able to attack and defend.

Sometimes, victory or defeat can be decided in a matter of seconds. A single move and a half move can determine the outcome of a battle." A wise man is one who perfects to hide his weaknesses. Attacking an opponent like a storm or an invasion like a volcanic eruption can't be dealt with; defending the opponent with a gentle breeze and a light drizzle makes the opponent invulnerable until the opponent's confidence collapses and he is forced to retreat. And these logical thoughts can be found between the lines.

To put it bluntly, martial arts simply meant attacking and defending. Sun Zibing's methods were well written. Xu was like a forest, its attacks were like fire, it was unmoving like a mountain, its speed was like the wind, Wind Forest Volcano was one of those things, there was no reason why he was not an expert.

Li Guangling held a three foot seven inch long sword in his hand. His name was the "Mercy" sword. Man, like his name, gentle, refined and modest gentleman, with all the people of the world for his own responsibility, to achieve a lifetime of extraordinary career.

Back then, the Sword Emperor Xiao Yi defeated all the heroes of the world and took away countless weapons that he was proud of while he was defeated, leaving behind as spoils of war. Moreover, his subordinates had never killed nameless people, so they had all sorts of unique treasured swords. He had specially collected treasured swords, and had gathered a total of 981 swords. It was just that Xiao Yi had returned to the original state of his sword skills without a sword in his hands and a sword in his heart. He was still unrivalled in the world. These sword weapons could only be kept in the storehouse along with the dust. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be pushed aside and let time slowly fade away.

As a proud disciple, Li Guangling had chosen this inconspicuous "Sword of Mercy" as his unique weapon to establish himself in the martial arts world. He had fought everywhere, and his might could shake the world. Back then, when he was young, he was like the Zenith Light Sword, Zhao Jiannan, who was in high spirits. Those years, those youthful memories, those passionate feelings from that time had all remained in the old days, and when they were recalled at some point, they couldn't help but feel a trace of special memories in their hearts.

As the saying goes: Ninety springtime to throw a shuttle, before the flower of discretion to sing Gao Ge.

How many days could a flower bloom on a branch and a life in this world last?

Yesterday's flower victory today is good, today's flower fall into autumn grass.

The person before the flower was last year, and last year he was older than this year.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked over to the Rain Listening Pavilion. He was very familiar with this man. It was his junior brother, the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword Yuwen, Yi Chun.

Li Guangling, with his sharp eyes, turned around and saw him the moment he heard the commotion. He walked over and hugged the other person as he said enthusiastically: "Junior Brother Yuwen, why are you here? Look, even if you didn't notify me, I'd still pick you up. "

"Senior brother is too polite. This time I've come so suddenly, I might have to bother you for a few days." Yuwen Yi Chuan's eyebrows relaxed as he also smiled and spoke.

"Junior's words are too foreign." As long as you are willing, your senior brother will wait for your arrival. Have you eaten? We sat and talked. " Li Guangling enthusiastically entertained all the landlords and the two of them arrived at Yangzhou City's famous restaurant, Chu Weixuan. The good wine and good dishes were all there to talk about. They had not seen each other for a long time, and since they were of similar age, it was natural that they would have endless topics to talk about.

After toasting a few times, he finally spoke of his purpose in coming here. Yuwen Yi Chun had come this time for no other reason but to find the daughter of Wangchuan City's daughter, Qin Yue-er, and bring her back to Chengdu. This time, Qin Yue'er's departure had really sent Qin Ba Xi into a frenzy. She was afraid that her precious daughter would be living in the open and sleeping on the streets, and now that Marshal Hong Bei Fei had repeatedly urged her to end the marriage as soon as possible, under pressure from the current situation, Qin Ba Xi couldn't bear the harassment any longer and wished for her daughter to return home peacefully. And it just so happened that the average person couldn't do anything to her, so he had to personally come to appease her. He had heard that she had stirred up quite a commotion in the Jiang Prefecture and had now settled in the Pingyuan Palace. Therefore, when he arrived in Yangzhou, he found his eldest senior brother to help him.

Yuwen Yichun was a very handsome man. He had a square face, a broad forehead, thick eyebrows and big eyes. It was clear from his appearance that this was a very principled decision. His heart was very strong and he would not easily change his decision. Man, like his sword, is hard and terrible.

Li Guangling faintly smiled as he said, "Then you've come too good. Qin Yue'er is not someone that a normal person would be able to greet." Hong Lingtong couldn't do anything about him and almost slit his throat with his knife. His blissful life was saved. Yuwen and Yi Chun's expressions changed when they heard this. They asked the reason in surprise. Li Guangling recounted the events of the past few days in detail to him. When he mentioned that the Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan, was wielding a four foot long sword, an Aurora Lightning shot into the sky, forcing Qin Yue'er to fight with her life on the line. He had no other choice but to step forward and dissolve Hong Jinglang's pressure. Qin Yue-er had finally been rescued from the gates of hell and was currently resting at the Pingyuan Palace.

Even though Yuwen Yi Chun was anxious, he had already made up his mind. He changed the topic and asked with concern, "How are the results for you and Junior Brother Zhao? I heard you lost. "