Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 338 Flower Beauty
The fire unicorn is an ancient auspicious beast, where the blood drips, there is a sea of ​​fire, burning everything.

The blood in its body has been flowing for thousands of years, and its temperature is far higher than the "hundred-year fire".Zhong Mei and the others had fantasized about forging swords with the flames of the fire unicorn, but it was a pity that this was almost impossible.

Huo Qilin has a violent personality, infinite strength, and can swallow gold and breathe out fire. Ordinary experts will have no time to escape when they see Huo Qilin. To tame such a monster, the difficulty is no less than climbing to the sky.

In addition to the fire of the fire unicorn, if you want to reforge the peerless sword, you also need a powerful blacksmith who can constantly beat and deform the peerless sword.

This arduous job itself was performed alternately by the swordsmith Zhong Mei and another sword slave Wen Nu.

After all, the peerless sword was forged by Heihan, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to recast it and deform it, and it requires great strength to do it.

But with Xia Yunmo's help, it took half a night to recast the sword, which made Zhong Mei very excited.

Xia Yunmo let out a long breath, and left the next thing to Zhong Mei to do.

The sky had just turned bright, and the morning sun shone on the tall walls around the sword pool, dividing the yin and yang of the sword pool into two halves, one half was shrouded in shadow, and the other half was in the sun.

The entire Sword Pond is a dead land, the land is dry, and the air is dry and hot. It seems that there is no room for anything other than the sword.

However, at the other end of the sword pool, there is an unknown flower rolling in the morning wind. It doesn't know when it will wither, and it doesn't know when it will be blown away by the wind.

Xia Yunmo strode forward and slowly walked out of the darkness to a sunny place.

A heat wave swept past, and the residual flower was finally rolled up. Xia Yunmo grabbed it as soon as he reached out his hand.

Most of the petals have withered, only the last few petals are still tenaciously alive, as if they are nostalgic for the withered stalk.

Xia Yunmo looked at the petals, and carefully inserted the petals on the skirt of his clothes.

"I am the king who walks in the rivers and lakes, and I am the most handsome young man." Xia Yunmo looked at the flowers on the skirt with satisfaction, and then smiled.

It was just a residual flower, and Xia Yunmo was also dressed in white.But looking at his expression, it was as if he had inserted the most beautiful flower on his valuable purple and gold robe.

Satisfied, he smiled too.

At this moment, Xia Yunmo seemed to have undergone a subtle change, but no one could feel it except himself.

A person's mind is constantly changing. In the last period of the Tang Dynasty, he changed from a master who galloped in the rivers and lakes to a high-ranking emperor.

This kind of change can't be said to be good or bad, but it made Xia Yunmo calm down, and he was no longer so unrestrained.

But at this moment, he seemed to feel that he was alive again, and he was that fledgling kid again, young and frivolous, wanton.

He likes it.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of light laughter from behind, but it stopped immediately.

Xia Yunmo turned his head, but saw Leng Yan, one of the two great sword slaves, standing not far away.

Leng Yan is not a woman who can overwhelm the country, but no matter where she stands, she is very attractive.

She has long orange hair shawl, and she is also wearing a red dress, which tightly wraps her bumpy figure.

The wheat-colored arms were exposed, and two swords were carried behind the back. The whole person was cold, and he had hardly spoken since they met.

When she saw Xia Yunmo coming and going, she quickly turned her head to the side, her long hair covering her eyes so that no one could see her face clearly.

Forging a sword is a matter of consuming physical strength. At this stage, it is mainly controlled by the swordsmith Zhong Mei and another sword slave Wen Nu, while Leng Yan, as a woman, is on the sidelines.

She looked at Xia Yunmo from a distance and became a little curious. Then she saw Xia Yunmo put flowers on the skirt of his clothes and called himself "the most handsome young man", so she couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yunmo also saw Leng Yan, and the smile on Xia Yunmo's face was even wider. He liked this woman, her appearance, and her character.

So, Xia Yunmo walked towards Leng Yan.

Leng Yan lived in Baijian Villa since she was a child, and rarely had contact with outsiders.Seeing Xia Yunmo approaching at this moment, Fang's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but take two steps back.

At this time, Xia Yunmo also walked in front of Leng Yan, looking straight at the woman in front of him.

Leng Yan is a sword slave, guarding the sword pool all the time, her face is as cold as ice and snow on a mountain, which cannot be melted by a century-old furnace.

"You...what are you going to do?"

At this time, Xia Yunmo stretched out a hand and gently lifted Leng Yan's hair.A pair of cold and bright eyes were revealed.

Leng Yan possessed extraordinary martial arts, she could have avoided it, but for some reason, she suddenly lost her strength, and she couldn't dodge it, her cheeks were even more flushed.

Xia Yunmo put two fingers on his lips and whispered, "Shh, don't talk."

Then, Xia Yunmo took off the remaining flower on the front of his shirt, Zhou Liuliu's vain efforts stimulated it, and the petals of the flower in front of him withered, and then burst into bloom again, which was too beautiful to behold.

Leng Yan was a little surprised, her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, this method of almost reversing time was like a miracle.

Then, Xia Yunmo inserted this delicate flower on Leng Rou's hair.

"Swords are given to heroes, and red powder is given to beauties. If such flowers are not given to beauties like Xiao Leng, it would be a waste."

Xia Yunmo smiled even more, carefully looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Pink flowers, delicate and charming, graceful.But the girl with hairpins lowered her head, the touching pink on her face was compared to the flowers on her head.

Saying that Xia Yunmo lowered his body, the two got closer, and Leng Yan could even feel a masculine heat emanating from Xia Yunmo's body.

Her face was blushing, and her heart was pounding with rage, that little heart seemed to be about to jump out of her chest.

She didn't understand why the man she had only met overnight made her feel this way.

An emotion that had never been felt in the past ten years appeared in Leng Yan's heart, and a gust of breeze blew in the calm lake of his heart.

Ripples appeared in the heart lake, and the flower branches on the heart lake were trembling.

She felt weak all over, and seemed unable to avoid it.

And the face in front of him, which is enough to make women jealous, is getting closer and closer.

"Hey." I don't know where Leng Yan's strength came from, he pushed Xia Yunmo away, spread his body, and ran into the distance.

Xia Yunmo laughed out loud, unscrupulous, while Leng Yan, hearing this laughter, paused in the air and almost fell to the ground.

(I originally planned to give this plot to Mrs. Ao. It seems that it is not good to write too many wives. Besides, in the original comics, Leng Yan is one of the most beautiful female characters drawn.)
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