The pure sword energy was immediately dissolved by the invisible spiritual energy, and it stopped silently in front of the painted boat, as if Dugu Xia Qing had not made a mistake.

Dugu Xia Qing saw this strange phenomenon in the air. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fa Kong with her clear eyes.

Fakong smiled slightly and fisted.

Dugu Xia Qing folded in the air, reversed her forward momentum, fluttered back to her original boat, and got into the boat.

The sound of the piano subsided.

Tranquility was restored between heaven and earth.

People in the corridor closed their eyes one after another, recalling what they had seen before, and recalling the immortal energy contained in the sword.

If you can integrate this immortal energy into your own swordsmanship, your swordsmanship will definitely be improved to a higher level.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Only Li Er murmured: "Dugu Xia Qing looked at me? She glanced at me, right, Master?"

Fakong smiled and nodded: "I did look at you."

"Master, I feel that I..." Li Er touched his heart, which was beating hard, and murmured: "I feel that I have fallen in love with Miss Dugu."

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

This rapid heartbeat may not be because of love, but simply because of fear.

Li Er didn't feel panic, but his body had already reacted on its own and he felt the suppression of the Grand Master.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Li Er murmured: "I'm not worthy of a lonely girl, what should I do?"

Fakong smiled and said, "Let's go."

"Let's go? Oh, okay, it's time to go." Li Er looked towards the painting boat in the distance. The painting boat had gradually moved away, disappearing on the vast lake and disappearing into the vast night.

His heart was filled with melancholy and a feeling of emptiness. He felt as if the world had lost its color. He sighed: "How could there be such swordsmanship and such fairies in the world?"

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Dugu Xia Qing can only be described as having beautiful features and beautiful eyes, which is very different from the real stunning beauty. However, she is dressed in white like snow and has a quiet and refined temperament, which gives her a charming charm that is very different from ordinary women.

Especially when she is dancing with the sword, she is like flying to heaven or a fairy relegated to this world, which adds endless charm, dazzling and shocking.

Fakong turned around and returned to the boat, sat down cross-legged, and recalled the previous sword dance and this sword technique.

The sophistication of this swordsmanship is extremely rare. With this swordsmanship, he can actually touch the second level of Qi-holding realm among the ninth level of Tongshen. It is the best among all the swordsmanship he has seen.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Flying Divine Sword."

"Flying Divine Sword..." Fakong nodded and said, "Just right."

"Sigh... Every time I see this sword dance, I feel bad and feel inexplicably uncomfortable. It's obviously very beautiful."

"Maybe it's because of despair and hopelessness," Fakong said.

While the two were talking, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside: "Dugu Xia Qing has met these two gentlemen."

"Miss Dugu!" Li Er suddenly stood up, his face changed drastically, he hurriedly touched his face, then looked down at his clothes.

Fakong stood up and opened the curtain, came to the bow of the ship, and saw another painting boat alongside his own.

The two of them had the same speed and direction, keeping the distance between each other unchanged, showing their superb boating skills.

Standing on the bow of another painting boat was a graceful woman dressed in white as snow, with clear eyebrows and a clear temperament. She was Dugu Xia Qing.

She cupped her fists and said, "I wonder what your surnames are, gentlemen?"

"My name is Li Er, and his name is Fakong." Li Er came out and stood next to Fakong, clasping his fists and smiling.

Fakong glanced at Li Er helplessly.

This Li Er is not very playful, he should have touched many women, but he fell into the hands of Dugu Xia Qing, and he was so fascinated that he said everything.

His name should have spread to Dayun, and Dugu Xia Qing may not know it.

"Fakong?" Dugu Xiaqing stared at him thoughtfully, turned her sharp eyes on his hat, and said softly: "I have heard of this name, the divine monk Fakong of Daqian."

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