Who is hotter, Meng or Zhou Jiuliang or Sun Yue?

I think they have their own spring and autumn? Just like a story in a novel, there is no absolute ending.

In the Jianghu, there are constant disputes among various factions in Wulin. At the right time, the sword faction declined and there was no leader. There is a swordsman named Guo, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood. Although he is young, he makes the Nine Swords solitary. It's a pity that he was born in poverty, so it is difficult to hand over Geng's position. Besides, in the central plains, Haiyan River is clear, and heroes are useless for a while. For the future, I will go to Gyeonggi three times and want to take refuge in the Royal Royal Royal Security. Even if I am a running dog, as long as I can continue to carry forward Jianzong, it is good. However, disregard for human life in Jianghu is despised by carnivores and repeatedly rejected. A few years later, the world is big, the skills are covered, and there is no place to live. So street performers, inn handyman, wandering in the rivers and lakes, in the cracks, very lonely

However, 1 million soldiers who are determined and have dreams every night. Later, he became friends with Zhang Wenshun, the hero in the bar. Although he is a middleman in the yamen, he is also a talent. At that time, they appreciated each other and regarded them as bosom friends. They agreed to establish sects and promote swordsmanship. Although it is a small sect, it is famous for its swordsmanship, and everyone knows it. Later, he was appreciated by six doors in Beijing, and he was accepted as a disciple regardless of the source of the hero. Finally, it has roots and knots, and it has won a noble and decent plaque. Heroes all over the world * * * came here, defected in succession, and learned from their teachers.

Since the famous post-Jianghu earthquake, it has been awesome in all directions, and it has been in the limelight for a while. However, the good times did not last long. The Royal Guards in the DPRK have always been superficial, boasting about their dignity, covering up their shame, treating them as heresy, denouncing their tricks and repeatedly killing them. There are also two lovers, skilled, giving up at a critical moment and starting their own businesses. For a time, everyone was in danger. The master beat his chest and nodded, but his anger was hard to calm down, so he had to wash his hands of it. On a cold rainy night, the rain hit the window coldly.

In desperation, the master made a set of nine swords in the courtyard, thinking that he would fold his sword and retire from the world and never set foot in rivers and lakes again. After the dance, watch the sword, which is as bright as water and as cold as ice, so the sword is affectionate and never gives up. Heart a malicious, raised the hilt, impressively shout, such as the rain stopped, practice sword. Although the disciples are lost, the enemies are like forests. There are many underachievers among the children. First, disciple Yun-peng Yue was born in the countryside and was a servant when he was a child. The master pitied him for being loyal to his duties and working hard, so he closed it under the door. It seems that Luton is qualified, but rotten wood cannot be carved. Dugu's nine swords only practice one or two, but they are actually hidden in the wall. They created a deadly five-ring sword, which is plain, but can instantly emit five true qi, spiral out and penetrate Changhong. This only move, like Cheng's three axes, can be ordered in a crisis and fight our way out in the rivers and lakes. The sword handed down from generation to generation is called Sun Yue. It was not cast by our clan, but was requested by the clan leader. It weighs more than 200 kilograms and is shaped like an elephant.

The so-called ingenuity does not work, and the epee has no front. This sword will attack the enemy thousands of miles away, and the password is impregnable. Pei and Yueshou are a perfect match. There are two childe Zhang Yunlei back to the door. The master was gifted since childhood, and his swordsmanship was superb in his early years. Just unruly by nature, a pot of old wine, wandering the rivers and lakes. Returning at this time is like adding wings to a tiger. A clear water sword makes it elegant, dazzling and fascinating. Although not fierce, but elegant and charming, it is also a generation. That night, the master wandered around the yard again and saw the crane disciple sitting in the pavilion, sobbing in a low voice. Crying is like braking. The master came forward and asked, "If you have any sadness, please tell the teacher and I will help you solve it." However, seeing me turn around silently, like a shy flower, I can't bear to speak. After being repeatedly questioned by the master, I said helplessly, "Since I entered the school, although I have been practicing day and night, I still have no achievements, just ashamed."