Ch4 - Getting along in the forest is like forgetting sorrow

However–

The swords stopped an inch away from each other’s throats, no less than an inch and no more than an inch.

Few people in today’s martial arts can achieve such accuracy, but they have done it. With such accurate eyesight grasped so well, the martial arts of the two can be seen to be outstanding.

The two kept standing still in this posture, and the admiration and surprise flowing in each other’s eyes could be seen in the meeting eyes.

He couldn’t lose to him in this competition and he couldn’t beat him either.

After the resurrection, the ending of the fight was still doomed. They were still tied.

One red and one blue sword body, reflecting the light of the red sun, dazzlingly pierced everyone’s eyes in this somewhat dim wine shop. Two outstanding men, standing in front of the gate of this Guoting wine shop at this moment, looked at each other and smiled. This pair of staring gazes seemed to be exchanged after crossing over thousands of mountains and rivers and thousands of hardships in the world.

They were enemies and confidants.

With a squeaking sound, the two closed their hands at the same time and the same moment, tacitly, retracted the sword back to its sheath.

When the silver light of the sword was covered by the scabbard, the eyes of the two suddenly lit up with an unknown light. Their toes were stroked, their hands were split in the air, and their feet lept towards the wine. Once in front of the jar, they lifted the wine jar at the same time, lifted the lid of the wine, and drank with their heads up.

The spicy wine dripped from their throats and penetrated the skin through the front of their clothes. The cold wine soothed their restless hearts. At that moment, a free sense of pleasure sprouted from their heart. A kind of pleasure that seemed to have been buried for a long time burst out of the blood.

When the wine jar was empty, the two of them poured their hands at the same time, suggesting that the jar was empty. Then they flicked their hands freely and easily. Hearing the sound of the broken wine jar, they rushed out the door when they heard the sound of the broken wine jar.

” Left!”

” Left!”

The two of them spoke in unison, and with a whirl, they pulled their feet to the left of the door.

A few toes tapped lightly and in this posture jumped to the front. The violent wind blew across their cheeks, bringing a feeling of dripping comfort. The two figures ran side by side, no one was left behind, and a strange emotion seemed to arouse from the chest.

Long Qinghan turned his face slightly to look at Feng Xuanyang; he was as handsome as the wind god in his memory and his demeanor when he smiled roguishly, was still eternal like a raging fire. After more than 20 years, they finally returned to this moment, back to where they first met and laughed freely.

Long Qinghan suddenly burst into laughter, his temperament had always been indifferent but at this moment he laughed loudly without scruples because he was happy!

Even if it was a light test, they were still unable to determine victory or defeat. They didn’t know how long they ran or how far they ran. When the sun went down, they tilted their heads tacitly, winked at each other, and gradually stopped. The two looked around and laughed helplessly.