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Chapter 101

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Jiang Yanqiu coughed covertly, and straightened the messy skirt after the bleeding stopped.

"This... are you okay?"

It was obvious that he was the one who was sucked blood, but the secondary personality had an extremely complicated expression, staring at him without saying a word.

Even if he straightens his collar, his eyes turn immediately following his movements.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Why is the atmosphere so strange.

In fact, the secondary personality is quite measured, and he didn't suck much blood in total. At least he doesn't feel dizzy or blurry now, and he's fine.

But looking at his expression... it seems that he has done something to himself.

Jiang Yanqiu pulled up the neckline to cover the bloodstains on his neck that were about to heal, and patted the sub-personality's shoulder inexplicably. It's a voluntary blood donation."

The sub-personality tilted its head.

This expression appeared on this ascetic face, it was simply killer.

"Don't be afraid. I couldn't control myself. Why did I suck you up? Losing all blood and dying...is not a comfortable way to die." Jiang Yanqiu said in his heart: Thank you, I have already experienced this kind of experience

. It's not very good.

He asked seriously, "But you didn't do that, did you?"

When he cut open his wrist and fed blood to someone, the other person's eyes turned golden, and the veins on his forehead and wrist were bulging, but he was still lying on the bed. There was no movement.

The rhetoric that "one finger cannot be moved" is obviously not convincing.

What's more, later on, the other party was able to restrain his whole body with one hand, and he still only dared to humbly lick the wound that was about to heal, and didn't dare to strike elsewhere at all.

...looks pitiful.

Jiang Yanqiu said with great heart: "I took the initiative, I drank it all, so don't worry about it, take the medicine early to get better quickly."

Subpersonality: "..."

The wicked smile that was always full of jokes and sarcasm was taken off like a mask.

Instead, there was an expressionless face.

It was only then that Jiang Yanqiu realized that when he was not smiling, he was actually very similar to Jian Zun himself.

Just as he was about to say something, the secondary personality closed his eyes and fainted.

Jiang Yanqiu: "...?"

What's the situation? !

Didn't it mean that the blood of the phoenix is ​​the holy medicine for healing that can revive the dead? How could it still poison people to death?

He was startled, and hurried forward to breathe.

... so hot.

Not only breathing, even from a distance, you can feel the heat from Sword Master.

He touched his face carefully, and then touched the other person's forehead.

Very hot.

An incredible idea rose in his heart.

——Could it be, too sweet?

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed very possible.

Even he himself, during the decisive battle in Que City, repeatedly emptied his spiritual power, and his meridians were almost damaged. After returning, although he had the healing effect of Phoenix blood, he also had a high fever.

So Sword Master is now... the same situation?

The sword in front of Juyin bursts, coupled with years of suppressing the demonic energy alone.

With so much phoenix blood injected at this time, it is estimated that the Taoist body is in the process of self-healing.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yanqiu loved her a lot even with her personality.

Although he never spoke the truth, he always liked to scare the birds.

But he and Sword Master... are the same person.

As the saying goes, send Buddha to the West.

Jiang Yanqiu struggled to carry the high fever and comatose secondary personality.

...My good fellow, it's really heavy.

It wasn't obvious when he was wearing clothes, but when he picked up the person, he realized that the other person's body was covered with hard flesh, which made his shoulder blades ache.

The last time I had such close contact with Sword Master...it seemed to be the time when Sword Master brought him back from Furong Town.

Unfortunately, he was unconscious by then and barely felt anything.

The body of the sword master himself is really different from that of the little uncle.

Yu Ci was "younger" by a year than him, and although he was not thin, he still looked like a handsome and indifferent boy. But the sword master himself... is completely coerced by an adult monk.

Carrying the person who was a full head taller than him, Jiang Yanqiu almost died of exhaustion before helping him to the side of Baiyu's bed.

To be honest, the bed must be shockingly hard.

He was a little worried about whether he would kill someone.

Therefore, he worked hard to clean the bed, spread it on a thick silkworm mattress, and patted the soft and comfortable pillows to fluff them up before helping him up.

"Huh..."

Good guy, Jiang Yanqiu was so tired that he wiped his sweat.

It is not easy to take care of sick patients.

But at that time, after Jian Zun rescued him and brought him back to Kunlun, he also took care of him for several days... Thinking of this,

Jiang Yanqiu made a clear water formula with a complicated mood, soaked the towel and wrung it dry, and put it on On top of Yu Hanchao's head.

...It should be almost like this.

It took more than half a day to finish this pass.

Jiang Yanqiu decided to look at the bed for a while.

After all, the patient wakes up with a headache and brain fever and wants to drink saliva but can't call anyone. That feeling is very desolate, so it's better not to do such cruel things to the sub-personality.

...

the sun sets to the west.

As the last rays of the daylight fell, Yu Hanchao suddenly moved his finger on the silent Falling Sword Peak.

He took the thing off his head.

It was a dried kerchief.

He turned his head expressionlessly.

The young man was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his upper body lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping very soundly, his cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush after a deep sleep.

He didn't know what he had dreamed of, so he muttered some incomprehensible words like "I have a sore throat, drink pear stew with rock sugar", "Don't put ginger, don't put ginger", turned his head to the other side, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Yu Hanchao looked at him quietly.

There is a soft bed under the body, and a silkworm quilt is placed under the chest, which is tightly tucked in. There is a cup of warm water within reach of the bed, and a small temperature control array is thoughtfully used to maintain a suitable temperature.

He looked back blankly, looking at the high dome, wondering what he was thinking.

a long time.

Overwhelming tiredness and sleepiness flooded in, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable.

He knew that it was the effect of the phoenix blood fed in by the other party.

Every drop of incomparably precious blood cheerfully repaired Shen Ke in the meridians of his body, and killed the almost uncontrollable demonic energy until it shivered, and then gathered at the dantian to nourish his soul.

...just like him.

The body urges him to fall asleep quickly and get rid of all external disturbances.

He took one last quiet look at Jiang Yanqiu.

Little Phoenix slept more deeply than him, and even snored happily.

It seems that he has completely forgotten the matter of "let Lord Jianzun give him thoughtful service and warm condolences when he wakes up".

Yu Hanchao just looked at him quietly.

Watching quietly and for a long time.

Until the sleepiness hit unbearably, dragging him into a dark and sweet dream.

.It might have left some wonderful rumors after staying in Jianjian Peak for too long, but Jiang Yanqiu had no choice but to leave after the sword master still showed no sign of waking up after the third day.

Before leaving, he left Jianzun with enough light salt water, high-protein eggs and beef, and a potted lettuce that could be eaten raw after washing.

Although Jian Zun should have been bigu for 800 years...

But, well, sometimes when people are sick, they just crave the taste of their childhood (?)

Sure enough, after returning to Fengqi Peak, Yushu and Yulong's faces were full of tears. Confused, his face flushed with anxiety, and he almost went out to report to other Taiqing Peaks to find someone.

Jiang Yanqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've only been out for two days now, why am I so anxious, sit down and have a good rest." The old man said, children should not be too frightened, they will convulse and convulse

.

Yushu choked and said: "But, but, you just said that you were going to be a guest at the Jianjian Peak... That's not the place where the sword master lives... We are afraid..." This kind of real person with a high position and a long time living in the world

, The rumors all have some indescribable special hobbies. They are very worried that Jiang Zhenren will accidentally bump into each other... One

is the only sword master in the world of Chengxu, and the other is a young disciple of Xuanguang just now.

If you think about it with your toes, you can know what choice Kunlun will make.

Just like when they were bullied by the Xuanguang Realm, everyone in the door turned a blind eye, and they were used to this kind of thing.

Yulong has recovered a little bit, and she can spare her spare energy to take care of and comfort Yushu who is out of her mind.

A stern look flashed in her eyes that definitely shouldn't appear on a young face of this age.

If Master Jiang really had something good or bad...

Even if they risked their lives, they would fight Master Jian to the death.

But in the eyes of Jiang Yanqiu, who didn't know their mental activities at all, it was completely different.

He only saw two children in the family who were lying in front of the window looking forward to it because the elders were late returning home, trembling.

In an instant, guilt welled up in his heart, and his heart softened into a mess.

Is this the general mentality of an old father...

He quickly knelt down and took the two of them into his arms, stroking their hair one by one, messing up their extremely neatly combed hairstyles.

Yushu and Yulong: "..."

He lowered his voice and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I should have greeted you in advance. I will go to the Kendo Conference later, and I guess I will leave home It's been longer. You guys have to take good care of your house at that time, can you?"

Yushu and Yulong hugged him back, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little luotou looked like a ten-year-old, so thin that he had no body. Two taels of meat.

Out of deep guilt, Jiang Yanqiu cooks for himself and busy the whole table with dishes.

Roasted duck with sliced ​​skin, stir-fried corn kernels with shrimp, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, stewed lion's head...

are all home-cooked dishes, but the two children can't lift their heads.

Because of the presence of children, Jiang Yanqiu did not bring out the fruit wine, but squeezed the juice out of spiritual fruits.

He smiled and said: "How about it, you real people have good craftsmanship, right?"

Yushu and Yulong opened their eyes wide, their cheeks were full, and they nodded frantically.

No wonder real people don't cook with them.

With this kind of skill, who would like to eat Bigu Dan.

"That's right," Jiang Yanqiu sighed, "With this skill, it would be great for me to be a cook, so as to save me the hard work of cultivating immortals." But wars are raging, evil spirits are raging, and there is no real pure land where ordinary people can live in peace

. This life is over.

Yushu suddenly whispered: "But this way, we won't meet real people."

Jiang Yanqiu was slightly taken aback.

Yushu looked at him without blinking, although she was shy, but her gaze was firm and she refused to shift her gaze: "I heard them talking about the deeds of Master Guojiang, and they all said that you are a great hero who saved many people, if you You didn’t cultivate immortality back then, so many innocent people might have lost their lives.”

Seeing Jiang Yanqiu’s silence, Yu Shu waved his hands in a panic, and hurriedly explained: “Of course, you’re quite a cook as well.” He She pursed her lips and smiled shyly: "If you become a chef, you will also be the most powerful chef in the world, the kind whose diners are willing to spend a lot of money." "...

Really."

Jiang Yanqiu suddenly smiled softly.

He put down his chopsticks and finally made a painful decision.

Or tomorrow, go to Guanjian Cave to have a look. !

Chapter 102

Cliff, Guanjian Cave.

Looking at the fellow sword cultivators who were well-dressed in the past, all of them are disheveled, and the ragged corners of their clothes can't cover the large tendons on their bodies... Jiang Yanqiu still couldn't help but feel the urge to run away .

It is really unsightly.

But regardless of this point, this scene... is still bloody.

Jiang Yanqiu took a deep breath and stepped into the cave.

In an instant, the bone-piercing wind whipped his muscles and bones. If he hadn't been mentally prepared in advance, he would have almost groaned.

This kind of pain sharpens one's will because it is not enough to endure a wave or a moment, but endless.

As long as you stay here for one more day, you have to endure another day of pain.

Therefore, few people can persist here for more than a week. Most of them gave up halfway, ran away in a hurry, and even left a deep shadow, unwilling to step into Guanjian Cave.

And for those who persevere, their Taoism and willpower will be polished more and more tenaciously.

Jiang Yanqiu took a deep breath, chose a deserted stone wall, and sat cross-legged quietly.

The stone wall is pitted, rough, and covered with deep and shallow sword marks. It is hard to imagine how many seniors and Kunlun disciples have left their own traces here.

Countless sword intents are like an impenetrable net, enveloping people layer by layer, full of murderous intent, tender like water, radiant, pungent and vicious...

These sword intents have coexisted for thousands of years Here, they even formed a certain echo and resonance with each other, and the whistling wind reverberated in the air, which ordinary people could not hear.

Jiang Yanqiu took a deep breath, pulled Feng Ming out and put it on the ground.

Miraculously, Feng Ming floated up slowly without wind, his whole body exuded a warm aura, which resonated with those thousands of sword intents, and even trembled slightly.

Jiang Yanqiu slowly closed his eyes.

He seemed to have entered a very mysterious realm.

There should be darkness in front of him, but he seems to "see" countless spiritual lights overflowing and floating. These auras are colorful, some are still happily colliding with each other, while others are gradually annihilated in the collision.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he had just refined Qi and first entered the fairyland, looking at all this curiously.

Suddenly, he saw a group of extremely bright light spots.

…It’s not appropriate to say “spots of light” for that thing, it’s just an enlarged version of the aperture, which is larger than the surrounding dots, exuding bright yellow and white warm light, and it’s moving around lively Go and collide with the surrounding light spots one by one.

——The above are all abstractly seen in Jiang Yanqiu's mind.

In fact, in the eyes of others, his brows were furrowed, Fengming was trembling more, and he was colliding with Gangfeng and various sword qi. The subtleties contained in this kind of sword meaning, take its strengths and use them for yourself.

People around gradually noticed the abnormal phenomenon, and many surprised and strange eyes were projected from the small corner.

"Good guy, who is this sacred, and where did he come from?" "

My God, is this the first time for him to come? As soon as he comes up, he can resonate with the sword intent left by the senior Almighty?" "Never

before I've seen it before, it should be a new face."

"It's the first time a newcomer can persist for so long, what kind of monster is this?"

But in fact, Jiang Yanqiu's state at this time is not so easy.

Because he found that big fat light ball, it seems to be Feng Ming himself...

This guy is like a person who is too lively to go crazy, running around. When encountering someone who is gentle and like water, he will squeeze and rub next to him; when encountering someone who is stronger, cruel and tyrannical than him, he is not afraid, but instead blows himself into a bigger ball, and is about to rush to fight aggressively.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Bao, take it easy.

In fact, having fought so many times against the Sword Master, and being fed so many sword moves by the number one Frost in the world, Feng Ming has already gotten used to it. He has seen the most powerful in the world. The heroic, fearless and indomitable spirit of youth.

What it lacks is the experience of fighting against people.

The experience of fighting and fighting with all kinds of people and swordsmanship in the world makes it like a sponge that absorbs water. Although it stumbles and is wounded by the sharp sword intent, it also grows rapidly.

...

Ten hours passed.

Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes.

...the muscles are so sore.

Although it is Feng Ming who is fighting, but in the final analysis, it is still relying on his spiritual power output, in other words, it is actually him who is fighting.

My whole body felt like a big truck had run over me, and it was difficult to move my fingers.

It's really not easy for them to cultivate swords...

Because of too long time of concentration and high level of consumption, the circle around his pupils turned into a faint golden color, matched with that overly beautiful face and jade porcelain With such a normal complexion, there is a kind of strange inhumanity.

Jiang Yanqiu looked down at his Taoist robe.

Fortunately, there was no tragedy of disheveled clothes.

He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find out the Taoist robe with the highest defense coefficient in the storage bag, and even pasted a few defensive talismans inside the clothes without asking for money. It can be said that he was fully prepared.

The banknote ability is still somewhat useful, only the collar and cuffs are damaged, maintaining some of the last dignity as a swordsman.

So there may be another reason for his pain... probably because of the wind.

Although the cassock was fine, the wind was so evil that it could blow into the bones of a person, and even the flesh of the belt felt a slight tingling pain.

He swung his arms with difficulty, and just about to take a break to catch his breath, he heard a surprised voice: "Isn't this Junior Brother Jiang? Why are you here too?"

Jiang Yanqiu turned his head to look, and it turned out to be brother Jianxiu who lost his temper after drinking and cried bitterly at the housewarming ceremony.

To be honest, he can't remember the sad things he confided to the other party that night, but he only remembers that his senior brother has been howling, "I've been single for so many years, why can't I find a Taoist companion?" "Our sword cultivator Is it easy? Why is our single rate so high?" "Can heaven give me a partner? I really want a partner. It doesn't matter what gender it is." Jiang Yanqiu looked at him with a hint of sympathy

.

How long has this been holding back...

Fortunately, the senior brother has forgotten everything after waking up, and came to say hello: "Aren't you planning to participate in the Kendo Conference? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Jiang Yanqiu: "

... ...It's a long story."

Compared to being forcibly hung up on the southeast branch by the real master, it's better to say that he signed up on his own initiative.

Although the heartbroken Baihuamen's beautiful junior sister will be caught by this kid again, Wu Liuqi was relieved to be single for too long, and instead patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "Good junior, this is our Kunlun!" The courage that a sword repairer should have, you are so good, show some real skills to let the people in Shangxuan see and see, we are not vegetarians." Jiang Yanqiu: "..." He decided to tell the truth, sincerely said:

"

Brother , In fact, my level of swordsmanship is really mediocre, and this is a temporary crutch."

Compared with swordsmanship, his formation level may be higher.

Jiang Yanqiu can pat his chest to assure that he has no intention of Versailles at all, he feels so from the bottom of his heart.

But for some reason, the brother's face was still twisted for a moment.

Jiang Yanqiu even wondered if his tone was gnashing his teeth.

Wu Liuqi was silent for a moment, and then said meaningfully: "...junior brother, let's leave a way for the senior brothers to survive."

With average swordsmanship skills, the rest of them would be killed by a headbutt.

So this is the world of whores, he didn't understand, but he was shocked.

But the clear sincerity in Jiang Yanqiu's eyes moved him. Looking at that sincere and pretty face, Wu Liuqi immediately fell into self-reflection: It must be my villain's heart that judges a gentleman's belly. How can you treat your junior like this!

So in Jiang Yanqiu's eyes, the way Wu Liuqi looked at him...was even weirder.

Why is there still...a bit of guilt in the appreciation?

In the short 30 seconds in the darkness, I don’t know what the senior brother made up in his head...

Back to the topic just now, Wu Liuqi thought for a while, and said seriously: "Brother, if you want to prepare for the kendo competition, I will I do have a suggestion—do you know that there is a dark and cold place at the bottom of Guanjian Cave?"

Jiang Yanqiu was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: "I've never heard of it."

Wu Liuqi patiently explained: "There is In the deepest part of the cave, there is a naturally formed cold pool. I don’t know how many years have passed. Kunlun disciples have come to watch the sword cave to sharpen their sword intent and polish themselves. Wisdom.”

This was the first time Jiang Yanqiu had heard of such a thing, and he couldn’t help sighing: “There is still such a strange thing.”

Wu Liuqi: “The pollen of the Netherworld and Hantan can create an illusion. Simulating the scene of fighting against the great powers who have been here before is equivalent to being able to cross time and space and fight against countless senior swordsmen in the past, and the benefits gained from it are huge-of course, I am just hearing it from hearsay." Jiang Yanqiu was curious

Said: "Why is it hearsay?"

Wu Liuqi smiled shyly: "This Nether Hantan is very coquettish and coquettish, he has to irrigate more than fifty drops of Tianshan Xianlu to be willing to talk to people, you know, our sword cultivators have always been in the bag Shy. And it’s only picky, if the swordsmanship and aptitude are too bad, the first stage of the illusion will be directly smashed by the phantom of the senior, and it will be thrown out by this flower without saying a word.” Said, the brother’s

face There was an expression of humiliation and pain on his face.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

It seems that there is no need to ask, everything is said. It is true that the parties involved have spoken out.

He nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, brother."

Brother Wu also signed up for this year's kendo competition. In theory, if the two of them met in groups or were competitors, they still told him the information without hesitation, which proved that he is a sincere and enthusiastic person.

Nether cold tan...

he thought for a moment.

Come here.

Now that he has made the decision to prepare well for the Kendo Conference, there is no reason to escape. !

Chapter 103

But before that, there is one more crucial point.

...What exactly is Tianshan Xianlu, does it exist in the warehouse of the sect?

Xuanwu Hall, exchange office.

This is a place for Kunlun disciples to trade freely and exchange materials at hand. It can be simply understood as a trading hall. At the same time, Xianshan will also provide some advanced or rare versions of pills, talismans, exercises, etc. for exchange. The cashing method is The contribution value of the disciple is required.

Contribution points can be obtained through many methods. Killing monsters is the fastest. Others include but are not limited to saving people, performing sect tasks, handing in some monsters, spiritual plants, skills or spoils of war... Speaking of which,

Someone mentioned to him before that although Quecheng was a mysterious mission, considering that he successfully discovered and prevented Xiao Yanzhi and Shizhen's conspiracy, and saved the lives of hundreds of thousands of innocent people, it is estimated that the door will issue a sum of money. Sky-high contribution value, remember to collect it when the time comes.

After returning to Kunlun, there were a lot of things to be busy every day, but Jiang Yanqiu returned to Xuanwu Hall first.

Qian Zhenren is already an old acquaintance, and when he saw him, he showed a clear expression, and said with a smile: "Are you here to write off the task? Have you brought the token?" Jiang Yanqiu nodded, and took the mysterious task

token Handed it over: "Troublesome real person."

"It's easy to say," Qian Zhenren smiled heartily, and after a while, he sighed silently again: "It's a pity, Yu Ci... hey, no one expected it to be like this The situation, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't take it too seriously."

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

To tell you the truth, he was feeding blood to "Yu Ci" to heal his wounds yesterday.

But the real identity of the little master uncle is probably not known by many people in Kunlun. He put on a sad expression and was silent for a while. Qian Zhenren patted his arm affectionately: "Let me help you check the task. Get rid of it."

I don't know how he did it, a burst of inspiration flashed, Qian Zhenren glanced at it, showing a surprised expression, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "I made a lot of money from this trip." Jiang Yanqiu took

it Looking at the disciple's token, it shows the balance of the contribution value: three hundred and five thousand.

What is the concept of three hundred thousand?

Jiang Yanqiu himself is actually not too clear, after all, he has never exchanged in the trading hall before.

In front of the long side of the low cabinet, many deacons and handymen are busy clearing the transaction amount, counting the derailed spiritual herbs, monster inner alchemy, elixir, etc., carrying wooden boxes taller than people Walking around, but also patiently explaining to the disciples who came to consult.

Jiang Yanqiu picked a relatively quiet corner and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask how much Ningyuan Pill would cost in exchange for contribution value?" ——Ningyuan Pill is one of the most urgently needed pills for the majority of

disciples One, even if it belongs to the same entry level as qi refining, the chance of success in congealing the essence is not 100%, and it is even pitifully low in the casual practice outside. Therefore, to a certain extent, it can be regarded as hard currency that is easy to sell and circulate in the market.

The handyman looked young, with a round face and a natural smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very kind and festive.

Don't ask Jiang Yanqiu to declare his identity. When he sees his cassock with full-level defense, he knows that the visitor must be rich or expensive. The Condensation Pill produced by Alchemy Peak is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. The quality and success rate are different. You are..." Jiang Yanqiu: "What are the prices of the three types?" The handyman said

patiently

: "Top-rank requires 500 contribution points, middle-rank 200 contribution points, and low-rank only 50 contribution points. But..." He hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you have ample money, sir, I still suggest choosing the top-rank Condensing Yuan Pill , not only has the least impact on the body's legacy, but also has the highest success rate of condensing the essence."

Jiang Yanqiu nodded knowingly, her face was as usual, but she was slightly taken aback in her heart.

From this point of view, for the Quecheng mission, Kunlun allocated 300,000 contribution points generously, which is really quite a lot.

Anyway, the wool comes from the sheep, and it is neither gray nor white, Jiang Yanqiu said: "Then please exchange ten for me and wrap it up." He must

have other juniors and sisters, as well as Jiang's little boy or something. , this thing is not too much anyway, when the time comes, it will be distributed as a red envelope during the holidays (...)

The handyman disciple was shocked when he heard this.

Ten, ten?

——That's 5,000 contribution points!

For a moment, he wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. What kind of Chinese cabbage is the Condensation Pill, which is so worthless and expensive in contribution these years? But fortunately, his gaffe quickly recovered, he put on a more

enthusiastic smile again, and took Jiang Yanqiu's electronic token: "Wait a moment for the real person, and immediately notify the warehouse to fetch it for you."

After clearing the purchasing power of the contribution value, Jiang Yanqiu asked again: "Is there any existing Tianshan Xianlu in the warehouse of our sect?" It is probably rare to hear this term, and the handyman disciple was stunned, and immediately replied: "I ask for instructions

Deacon, please wait a moment." Jiang

Yanqiu nodded, after thinking about it, he took out a middle-grade spirit stone and put it on the low cabinet while no one was paying attention, and said softly, "Thank you.

" There are more high-grade spirit stones than middle-grade spirit stones, but it is not good to disturb the market price if you are taken advantage of.

The handyman disciple was obviously stunned, and his first reaction was to look around carefully—the colleagues around him were all very busy, and obviously they didn't have the time to look around at their corner where no one cares about them. He quickly and carefully swept the spirit stone into his sleeve, and gave Jiang Yanqiu a look of mixed surprise and gratitude: "...Thank you, real person!" After a while, he brought back a piece of news

that disappointed Jiang Yanqiu

.

There is Tianshan Xianlu, but there are only five drops left.

Just for these five drops, there is no more than half a jade bottle, and it will cost a total of 10,000 contribution points.

Good guy.

What kind of Bottomless Cave Flower is this Youming Hantan, no wonder sword cultivators are so poor.

The contribution value is enough, but there is no stock, so there is really no way.

The handyman disciple looked at his face carefully - he had just accepted Jiang Yanqiu's favor just now, and he put all his energy into doing this for the real person.

——He thought Jiang Yanqiu was silent because he thought the price was too expensive.

"Really, why don't you take a look at other types of fairy dew? Whether it's a gift or for your own use, you can buy it. It can cure dark diseases, stabilize the soul, and beautify the face... There are all kinds of them."

Jiang Yanqiu was a bit dumbfounded: "It's okay, I mainly have other uses, and the quantity of these fairy dews is too small. If there is any other news, please let me know. Ah, please wrap these five drops for me too, or from me. Lock up the token."

The handyman disciple breathed a sigh of relief visible to the naked eye, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, sir, wait a moment."

He walked briskly to get the wooden box, while thinking in his heart How should the unexpected joy of today's half mid-grade spirit stone be distributed.

That was a middle-grade spirit stone. He had seen it secretly. It was full of aura and very high-quality, almost half a top-grade spirit stone.

My younger sister's lung disease has been dragging on for a long time. There are many brothers and sisters in the family. In order to save money to buy medicine, the whole family tightened their belts and owed a lot of debts. Now I can finally replace some of them, and I can also use better pills for my sister. Oh...

and the group of little radish heads at home. They haven't had a full meal for a few days since weaning. If it wasn't for their luck and chance to become Kunlun's handyman disciples, they would have a low-grade spirit stone every month. With a fixed income, the whole family would starve to death in famine years.

Exchange the remaining money into silver and copper plates, weigh a few catties of good meat for the mother and younger siblings, catch a few chickens for the New Year, and there will be a lot more...Give two exquisite wooden boxes to Jiang

Yanqiu, he carefully told: "You real person, put it away. You don't have to worry about knocking the Condensed Yuan Pill. It is mainly Tianshan Xianlu. It is very volatile after opening the jade bottle. You should be careful." Jiang Yanqiu thanked him for taking it

.

Death laughing, there are only five drops, even if it is not volatile at all, the fifty drops needed to save the Nether Cold Pool will have to be saved until the Year of the Monkey.

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped again: "By the way, sir... Would you like to try issuing a reward task?"

Jiang Yanqiu's eyes lit up instantly.

Yes, how could he forget this!

The trading hall was originally not only able to buy stocks, but also issued tasks to see if other disciples had stocks!

Seeing him so happy, the handyman disciple breathed a sigh of relief, and said a little embarrassedly: "If you need it, I will help you hang it up immediately." Jiang Yanqiu smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, it's really a great help.

"

Although I don't know how long it will take to get an answer after the reward task is released, but at least he provided a practical solution. After thinking about it, he took out another middle-grade spirit stone and pushed it over: "I'm sorry.

" The advantage of taking him down is that he sincerely wants to help him, shakes his head like a rattle, and refuses to accept what he says.

Jiang Yanqiu got closer and said in a low voice, "It's okay, just take it, otherwise it will be cheaper for your colleague." The handyman disciple blushed, hesitated for a while, and still stuffed the spirit stone into his sleeve

.

Really, he... is really a good person.

Since Tianshan Xianlu is such a rare thing, he searched through the storage bag but couldn't find it, and there were only five drops in Kunlun's warehouse. He didn't expect much.

Hanging up the reward task is just for psychological comfort.

However, to Jiang Yanqiu's surprise, in just one day, he received a message that someone had taken over this task!

—That's exactly forty-five drops, hello.

Who the hell is it that can come up with so many Tianshan Xianlu all at once?

...Although the condition he opened is that the seller can mention it at will.

With the feeling that he would rather kill by mistake than let it go (?), Jiang Yanqiu chose to go to the appointment—the seller requested an on-the-spot interview.

The meeting place was chosen as a resting pavilion, which was rarely visited on weekdays. When Jiang Yanqiu arrived a quarter of an hour earlier, he found that the other party was already waiting in the pavilion.

That back figure... actually still has an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He walked quickly and apologized, "Excuse me, have you waited long?"

The man turned around.

Dressed in a green shirt, he has a tall and handsome figure like a bright moon and green pine, with a youthful face, not to mention his appearance, which is definitely eye-catching in a crowd, just like the jade-faced man in the storybook You are average.

He turned his head quickly, with a shy and restrained expression on his face.

"It's okay, I've just arrived not long ago."

——Then, both of them were taken aback.

"It's you?"

"Why is it you?"

I don't know if it was Jiang Yanqiu's illusion.

The man's already shy and shy face seemed to turn redder.

The young man was none other than Zhao Manlou, the only son of the Qinchuan Zhao family. !

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Among the "Three Clans and Five Surnames", if the Langya Wang family is the most domineering and powerful, the Luling Jiang family has the richest heritage, or the Lingnan Fan family has the worst reputation... then the Qinchuan Zhao family may be the most powerful of these families. The low key one.

Unlike the patriarchs of those big families who spread their branches and leaves widely, the Qinchuan Zhao family is almost single-handed from generation to generation, and is also famous for being rich in infatuated species, such as those who die for love, who resist family marriage and elope with their beloved civilian women, Taoism, etc. After the death of his lover, he fled to Buddhism overnight...

All in all, it is not easy to pass on such a huge family business to this day.

If it weren't for the Qinchuan Zhao family being rich in geniuses in addition to infatuation, I'm afraid it would have become the tears of the times (...)

Although Jiang Yanqiu and Zhao Manlou are not very familiar, they still have a good impression of him. As the only son of several generations, Zhao Manlou was not spoiled by his family at all. On the contrary, he was quite a celebrity, very decent, shy and reserved, and he was simply a wonderful flower among the children of the aristocratic family.

The two exchanged a few simple greetings, and Jiang Yanqiu couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect such a coincidence that you took my commission." Zhao Manlou hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Jiang Daoist

, You paid a lot of money to buy Tianshan Xianlu, is it because you want to see the ghostly cold cloud in Jiandong?"

Jiang Yanqiu nodded, feeling a little headache: "Yeah, I didn't expect this thing to be so troublesome, I only got five drops until now , Brother Zhao, if you are willing to part with him, feel free to ask for a price."

Zhao Manlou's character is still very trustworthy.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Manlou took out a jade bottle directly from his arms: "It's okay, fellow Daoist Jiang, if you need it urgently, you can use it first, I just have an extra copy." Jiang Yanqiu

: "...Ah?"

He was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly said: "There is no reason to do business like this. Isn't this purely taking advantage of you? Brother Zhao, just ask for anything you need." Zhao Manlou didn't know what he thought, but

unexpectedly She blushed slightly, but refused to take her hand back, still holding the jade bottle stubbornly: "What I want... You may not be able to give it back, Daoist Jiang." He explained, and

Jiang Yanqiu finally Figure out what's going on.

It turned out that what Zhao Manlou needed was a Tianshan snow lotus to treat his mother's old illness. Although Tianshan Snow Lotus and Tianshan Xianlu both have the word "Tianshan" in their names, they are not the same thing at all, but they are produced in close proximity.

In recent years, the whereabouts of the entrance of Tianshan Mountain has become more and more secretive, and there is no news on the market at all, so whether it is fairy dew or snow lotus, it is hard to find.

Zhao Manlou had been paying attention for a long time before, and even sent people to search, but still found nothing. This time, he saw someone offering a huge reward for Tianshan Xianlu regardless of the price, so he was ready to try his luck.

It's a pity that Jiang Yanqiu doesn't have such a thing in his hand.

"It doesn't matter, you take it first, you should also be preparing for the Kendo Conference." Zhao Manlou smiled restrainedly, waved his hands and said, "It won't be too late to talk about Tianshan Snow Lotus in the future." After so many years, He was almost used to it, and he didn't expect much this time, just trying his luck.

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't help but be speechless.

What kind of bullshit is this...

If someone else were here today, the young master of the Zhao family would have to count the money for him if he was sold.

Zhao Manlou is willing to be taken advantage of, but he can't really take advantage of others.

Jiang Yanqiu thought for a while and said: "Then why don't you say something that is about the same value as Xianlu, and put it in your place as collateral first, I will continue to pay attention to the news of Tianshan Snow Lotus, and send it to you as soon as I find it, Is this okay?"

Zhao Manlou blinked.

His eyelashes are slender, and when he sees people not talking, it really makes people think, what is meant by "a gentleman who is unparalleled in the world".

Just looking at it, the cheeks turned slightly red for some reason.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Brother, are you a little too shy?

"Actually... I heard some news before."

"A month later, Zhaixing Pavilion will hold an auction in Yunluzhou. According to gossip, there may be a hundred-year-old plant in this auction." Tianshan snow lotus is out as a bidding item."

Zhao Manlou stumbled and said: "Jiang Daoyou, you don't need to pay for the photo, just... can you go with me when the time comes?" So confused, Jiang Yanqiu will make another trip next

month A trip to Yunluzhou.

However, there is no problem with the time. After participating in the Sword Dao Conference, it is almost time for the auction. When the time comes to transfer from Canghua Continent to Yunlu Continent, the time is just right.

Jiang Yanqiu naturally readily agreed, the seller is so polite, if he refuses this request, then he is still human.

In the jade bottle that Zhao Manlou gave him, there were a hundred drops of Tianshan Xianlu.

Jiang Yanqiu opened the bottle cap and took a look, remembering what the handyman disciple said earlier that this product was extremely volatile, so he quickly capped it again.

Even so, he was still deeply shocked by Zhao Manlou's nature of taking advantage of him.

What kind of family environment does the Zhao family in Qinchuan have to raise such a pure and innocent flower.

Even he was a little speechless at the end, and said: "Brother Zhao, you should have some snacks. If it wasn't for me who came today, your underwear could be fooled.

" Go back to Guanjian Cave.

Senior Brother Wu Liuqi was still facing the wall. Seeing him coming back so quickly, Xiao Snack was surprised: "That's fifty drops, Junior Brother Jiang, have you got it all together so quickly?" Jiang Yanqiu nodded: "Just a

friend There is stock in hand."

Wu Liuqi: "..."

He made the sound of chicken belly.

.Because Senior Brother Wu seemed to have suffered a serious internal injury after listening to his explanation-this time he didn't face the wall, but directly changed to autistic.

Jiang Yanqiu held a luminous pearl and walked deeper into Guanjian Cave.

The cave was damp and narrow, and at first it could still pass through for an adult of normal height. The further you went in, the dimmer the light became, and the narrower and deeper the road became.

Jiang Yanqiu had to bend down slightly, the soft light from the Ye Mingzhu illuminated a small road ahead, and cast shadows constantly shaking on the dark stone walls on both sides, making people's perception of time gradually confused.

a long time.

His arm holding the Ye Mingzhu was almost sore, and only then did he see the faint light in front of him.

Jiang Yanqiu was shocked and quickened his pace a little.

... The sudden scene in front of him almost made him hold his breath slightly.

The bottom floor of Guanjian Cave... unexpectedly looks like this.

This is an extremely wide space, at least as big as two martial arts arenas. Unknown aquatic plants emit a faint blue-green light, illuminating this underground space together with fluorescent insects flying around.

It's like entering a fairyland in another world by mistake.

The Youtan is like a huge and clear emerald mirror, and the Nether Hantan, which is rumored to have a great appetite and temper, quietly blooms in the center of the cold pool. It has hundreds of white petals, hugging the central filament-like light yellow stamen, as if it has its own breath, gently undulating with the ripples of the water surface.

Jiang Yanqiu involuntarily slowed down his breathing, for fear of disturbing everything in front of him.

In an instant, adjectives such as "the elves of the night" and "creation bestowed by God" poured into his brain, which was very poor in literary talent, and he was amazed at the miracle of life.

Then.

Youming Hantan seemed to sense someone coming, turned his head "swipe", and looked at it ferociously, the sharp teeth on the vines were sharpened unceremoniously.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Well, beautiful roses always have thorns.

How can a plant that can survive in the environment of Guanjian Cave and have been born with wisdom after years of sword intent be docile and harmless.

This big epiphyllum, in a sense, is considered the "half master" of many sword cultivator disciples, and is older than many real people. Therefore, Jiang Yanqiu respectfully bowed to it: "Disciple Jiang Yanqiu, fifty drops of Tianshan Xianlu have been brought." Hearing the words, Youming Hantan, who opened his teeth and danced his claws, closed his cracked teeth in an instant, and said reservedly

. Dot the petals.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Is this a bit too human.

He thought about it, what he said just now, to the other party's ears, should be similar to "dinner is ready"...Because the cold pool covers a

vast area, there is a considerable distance in between, so Da Epiphyllum thoughtfully handed over a A vine came over, and the pointed tip hooked him, meaning "something".

Jiang Yanqiu handed the jade bottle containing fifty drops of Tianshan Xianlu to the other party, and the vine unscrewed the bottle nimbly to inspect the goods.

Well, the real thing.

It took it back with satisfaction, and before leaving, it didn't forget to pat Jiang Yanqiu's arm, which meant "you're still a good boy".

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't relax because of it.

He knew in his heart that this was just the beginning of paying the "tuition fee", and the illusion behind it was the highlight.

Nether Hantan shook slightly.

As it swayed, the golden pollen floated above the lake like an aura overflowing.

--coming.

Jiang Yanqiu closed his eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

All flow becomes static, and all form becomes formless.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

There are ruins and ruins, and the sky is full of yellow sand.

Stone walls, cold pools, fireflies...all disappeared.

And in front of him, there was one more person.

A one-armed monk holds a broken sword.

He turned his head indifferently, as if looking at an ant.

"Raise your sword."

"—Come and fight."

Before he could react, Jiang Yanqiu shrank his pupils and retreated quickly. Feng Ming, who was clenched tightly in his hand, had already sensed the danger and protected his heart and lungs.

But even so, he was still knocked back several steps by the blow of the Broken Arm Sword Cultivator, leaving deep marks on the Gobi sand.

The tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, Jiang Yanqiu exhaled lightly, and looked ahead very seriously.

What a realistic fantasy.

——Not the scene, but the sword intent.

If we only talk about the reality of the illusion, the grand illusion created by the mirage in Nanlan Secret Realm is a hundred times more real than here.

But this genuine sword intent cannot be imitated.

If he hadn't seen this senior before, and the clothing style of the other party was slightly different from the current era, he might have thought it was a real person fighting him.

Jiang Yanqiu smiled slightly and held a sword flower.

"Please give me more advice, senior."

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"Ha...ha..."

Sweat slipped down his temples, and Jiang Yanqiu panted heavily, constantly dodging the attacks from the opposite side.

This senior... was indeed a powerful character during his lifetime.

It is clearly a broken arm, but it is more flexible than ordinary people; it is clearly a broken sword, but it is sharper than a good blade.

Several times, Jiang Yanqiu was almost hit by one of his swords, and every sword he received seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.

The opponent obviously didn't use any superb or exquisite sword skills, just relying on the simplest slashing, he could be embarrassed and parried, and there was almost no room for retaliation.

His back hit the broken wall behind him again, Jiang Yanqiu coughed out a mouthful of blood, in the blurred vision, the Broken Arm Sword Cultivator was like a tireless ghost, no matter how many times he was hit by Feng Ming, he could not feel the pain Like, quickly fight up.

"Raise your sword."

"—Come and fight."

Jiang Yanqiu barely stood up straight, blocking a new round of attacks with Fengming Ge.

In this desert where there is no distinction between day and night, he has been fighting Broken Arm Sword Cultivator for an unknown how long, and he has swung thousands or tens of thousands of swords.

...

Gradually, he seemed to realize something.

At the beginning of the world and the beginning of chaos, there was no sword cultivator, no swordsmanship, and no sword in this world.

It was later generations who created the sword. Those first humans and monks observed the sky and the earth, clouds and rain, dragons and phoenixes, wild cranes in the clouds, waterfalls splashing, rivers flowing into the sea... a flash of spirituality, a wonderful hand.

So there is swordsmanship.

Later, in order to fight against powerful and rampant monsters, people had to learn more means of self-protection, and their understanding and use of spiritual power became more and more refined

. Jianxiu.

From the avenue to simplicity, the door to all wonders.

Only by forgetting swordsmanship can one learn swordsmanship.

Jiang Yanqiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the flow of spiritual power and sword energy in the air.

--coming!

He opened his eyes suddenly.

Ding——Feng Ming stepped forward to meet Broken Sword, when he was less than a foot away from his face.

He saw his own reflection in the other's ruthless pupils.

"...You won."

Broken Arm Sword Repair smiled slightly.

The broken sword broke inch by inch before his eyes, turned into powder, and melted into the yellow sand all over the sky.

The familiar dizziness hit, Jiang Yanqiu suppressed the discomfort and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.

The setting sun is like blood.

It was a sword repairer like an ascetic monk.

The palm of her hand was wrapped with long strips of cloth, revealing a trace of blood. The thick broad sword was bronze in color. Her eyes were dark, and she looked over without any emotion.

Jiang Yanqiu, like a herbivore being targeted by a goshawk, instantly realized the danger!

Sure enough, in the next second, the opponent attacked as quickly as the previous Broken Arm Sword Cultivator!

Jiang Yanqiu had already formed muscle memory, subconsciously blocked Feng Ming in front of his chest, even so, he was almost bleeding out from this extremely heavy blow.

—What a heavy sword!

In terms of strength, he was no match for the opponent at all, so he could only be forced to use four or two strokes of skillful strength.

The woman is very strong, and the aftershocks of every blow can make Jiang Yanqiu's tiger's mouth bleed. He has to squeeze the strength of every muscle while quickly judging the most labor-saving way to send it, so as not to break his hand. break!

In this way, there are hundreds of back and forth.

...

Jiang Yanqiu has gone from dodging in embarrassment at the beginning to having the strength to fight against one of them later, and even thinking about how to find the opponent's flaws and create a blow that can turn the outcome.

If Wu Liuqi were here, he might be surprised to find that his progress is so rapid.

——Can this still be called "general swordsmanship"? !

The more such an adversity scene, the more Jiang Yanqiu calmed down, not letting go of any loopholes and flaws on the opposite side.

Phoenix swordsmanship is indeed a rare swordsmanship in the world.

But precisely because it was such an exquisite sword technique, and he had mastered it so well, he subconsciously relied too much on the sword technique in previous battles.

As for a swordsman, there are too many factors that affect and determine his sword.

Strength, tenacity, strength, dexterity...

all of these in the illusion, secretly made up for Jiang Yanqiu's deficiencies, and polished his sword more and more perfectly like polishing a piece of jade.

finally!

Jiang Yanqiu's expression froze, and he took the right opportunity to hit a fatal omission of the woman!

——That's right, the opponent's play style of opening and closing, one force down ten games, is destined to be based on sacrificing part of defense and dexterity!

The two passed by.

The woman remained motionless, and in the bloody setting sun, she let out a silent voice.

Jiang Yanqiu gasped for breath, and was the first to be unable to hold on, half-kneeling on the ground on one knee.

There seemed to be a flash of a smile in the woman's dark, emotionless eyes.

"Good job."

After saying this, she shattered together with the entire illusion.

...

In the illusion created by Youming Hantan, people can't tell the passage of time.

Even Jiang Yanqiu himself can't remember how many games he has fought with people.

Gobi, wasteland, broken city, ancient battlefield...

all kinds of swords, all kinds of sword repair.

He fought against them one by one, was beaten so many times that he thought he would never get up again, tried his best countless times, and couldn't even move a finger.

The memories of those sword cultivators in the past are like mountains that have stood since ancient times, waiting to be climbed by future generations.

In such a non-stop battle like a wheel battle, Jiang Yanqiu is also growing at an astonishing speed. Whether it is fighting skills, ability to judge opponents, and understanding of swordsmanship, they are all improving rapidly.

The him now is completely different from the him when he first entered the secret realm.

"It's coming again..."

The illusory misty Jiangnan in front of him became blurred like ripples, Jiang Yanqiu sighed, and skillfully prepared to welcome the next illusion.

However, this time, something seemed different...

He held Feng Ming tightly, and looked at the person in front of him in surprise.

The other party was three or four points similar to him.

The man looked very young, less than thirty years old, the texture and style of the Taoist robe were the familiar Lulingjiang style, with a long sword in his hand, and a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked extraordinarily romantic and suave.

Seeing Jiang Yanqiu, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and quickly smiled and said, "I can still see my Jiang family junior here." ——The sword cultivator remaining in the illusion is of course not a real person, but more like

a The projection of a certain period of memory, so it naturally has its own personality and different reactions.

It's just that most of the people Jiang Yanqiu met were taciturn seniors, which fit people's stereotype of sword repairers very well. This was the first person he met who was so lively and talkative, and even took the initiative to ask him to catch up with him.

The other party asked with great interest: "What year is it outside now? Who is your current patriarch?"

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Good guy, I found out after chatting that this senior Jiang family is already a thousand years old. People who lived many years ago are already dead.

The few names he mentioned were all descendants of the Jiang family who had passed away many years ago, and some of them had left great names in the genealogy and history of the Jiang family.

But when Jiang Yanqiu asked his own name, the man smiled mysteriously and refused to say it.

"It's really enviable," the other party sighed, "Such a young and talented brat, the future of the cultivation world belongs to you young people." Jiang Yanqiu: "...

"

For a moment, I didn't know what expression to put on.

The senior Jiang, who did not want to be named, thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "It just so happens that we met by fate, let me teach you the phoenix sword technique. How far have you practiced? Is there anyone you like?" Jiang

Yanqiu : "... huh?"

He smiled slightly, his handsome face was full of wanton teasing: "Don't tell me you are still a baby at such an age, don't break your heart a few times, the third style'Kunshan jade broken ' and the fourth form 'Nirvana', how did you practice?"

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Good guy.

Why didn't he know that the Phoenix Sword Art was originally practiced like this.

Do the elders of the Jiang family know that you are spreading rumors outside? Point and point.JPG The smile in the other party's eyes flickered, as if he was really just a side cousin who flirted with the juniors and was not serious.

However, when he drew out his long sword and began to move, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The invisible and majestic momentum is rising steadily, like waves pulled by the tide, emitting extremely terrifying power!

For a moment, Jiang Yanqiu's ears seemed to hear the real phoenix's cry. It was a sight that could not be described in any language, and a peerless sound that could not be simulated by any musical instrument.

The broken jade in Kunshan is called by the phoenix, and the hibiscus weeps and the fragrant orchid laughs.

...It turns out that this is the real Kunshan jade fragments.

"—Be careful!"

The other party shouted.

Jiang Yanqiu stared closely at everything in front of him, not letting go of any of his subtle movements.

Then, he moved at the same time.

The two swords collided with each other, and there was a toothache and shocking sound of gold and jade striking each other, and even the surrounding illusions faded in an instant, leaving only a white light in the world.

The man smiled in the light.

"You did a good job, little brother."

Half of his body had turned white, and he said with some regret: "I haven't had time to ask your name yet, but...forget it."

He waved to Jiang Yanqiu with a smile, and said with the only arm left in the white light: "Goodbye, little brother. As for the Phoenix swordsmanship - I hope you will never really have to master the fourth style." The illusion was

shattered .

Jiang Yanqiu gasped for breath with great effort, his pupils turned pure gold.

The phoenix blood in his body seemed to be boiling because of the sword just now, and it took a long time before it gradually calmed down.

It turns out that this sword technique actually works like this...

Jiang Yanqiu stood in the white light in a very complicated way.

There is no way, he has practiced this sword technique to the third form, and he is still in the stage of self-taught, and there is no one around him to guide and guide, and his "mentor" is still sleeping soundly in Jiang's library.

He suddenly had a premonition somewhere.

The illusions created by Youming Hantan for him should be coming to an end soon.

He muttered to himself, "So next... should be the last one?"

The white light dissipated.

The man held a sword in his hand, and his long hair was tied up with a green jade hairpin.

Jiang Yanqiu's pupils shrank slightly.

The boy turned around with a cold expression.

It turned out to be...

the sword master when he was young. !

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Jiang Yanqiu held Feng Ming, and looked at the opposite person in shock.

The cold eyes, the green eyebrows, the thin calluses on the fingers worn out by the hilt of the sword...

It's clearly a miniature version of Lord Sword Master!

It's just...it's a bit...

too cute!

Jiang Yanqiu screamed silently in her heart, and a series of outrageous thoughts flashed through her mind.

Yu Hanchao at this age, but about sixteen or seventeen years old, the edges and corners of the side face are not very clear, and the material of the Taoist robe is also very ordinary, which is naturally far worse than when he later became the sword master.

Jiang Yanqiu even noticed with sharp eyes that the other party's phalanxes were smooth and distinct, and they were still slightly red, as if they had been frozen in the ice and snow there just now.

It turned out that Master Jianzun had been to Guanjian Cave when he was so young, and even his sword intent and sword skills at this age are eligible to be included in the Youming Hantan.

Truly a genius among geniuses.

But that's not the point.

The point is, looking at the other person's indifferent and somewhat surprised little face...

this is too cute ahhh!

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't restrain a burst of love and affection in his heart, and even wanted to crazily rub Xiao Yu Hanchao's face.

You know, since their generation has memory and can read, Sword Master has already been "perfect".

Indifferent, majestic, and powerful, representing invincible and invincible power.

Even Yu Hanchao, whom Jiang Yanqiu himself had met, was always capable, extremely powerful, and seemed not to care about everything.

And now...

Xiao Yu Hanchao held the sword cautiously, and asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?" What

remained in the illusion of Netherworld and Hantan was only a persistent and stubborn memory fragment.

Many people don't even realize that they are not their spirit deity.

His tone was indifferent, but the hand holding the sword betrayed him.

Oh huh...

Jiang Yanqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, almost unable to suppress the bad thoughts in his heart.

What's this? The juvenile version of Sword Master? Bullying (...)

At this time, Yu Hanchao has not even obtained his famous sword in the future, Frost, one of the "Ten Famous Swords".

What he had in his hand was just an ordinary sword.

Jiang Yanqiu rolled his eyes, pretending to be equally anxious on purpose, and said evil-heartedly, "Haven't you heard of it? This is a small world that can only be left by telling a hundred truths to strangers!"

Xiao Yu Hanchao: "...?"

He said slowly: "This joke is not funny."

Jiang Yanqiu was laughing like crazy in his heart, deliberately moved to Yu Hanchao's side, and spat out a big "wow" realistically Blood, clutching his chest, said desolately: "What did I lie to you, you see, this is the price I paid for lying earlier." ——Actually,

that blood was actually an internal injury from a fight with someone earlier. It's okay, it's just a mouthful of dirty blood.

But his miserable appearance and desolate tone probably really deceived the inexperienced young sword master, who would not scold him for his sinister heart.

The young sword master was obviously taken aback. His limbs were stiff because of Jiang Yanqiu's approach, and he wanted to sweep him away three feet away. Hesitantly asked: "Are you... all right?"

Jiang Yanqiu was laughing like crazy, buried half of his face in his sleeves, and coughed frantically to cover up his acting skills that were going to laugh in the next second, and almost missed himself. Cough.

After finally slowing down for a while, he showed a very sighing expression: "It's okay, a person like me who has made no contribution to the cultivation world and has been unknown and accomplished nothing all his life, will die as soon as he dies. Roll me up and go to the chaotic roadside. Just throw away the funeral mound. But you are so young and promising, you must not follow in my footsteps." He showed his acting skills of 120,000 points in his life, and looked at Yu Hanzhao seriously: "In this

place Small world, there must not be half a lie, you know?"

Yu Hanzhao: "..."

He reluctantly gave a "hmm".

Unexpectedly, I really believed it...

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't stop laughing in his heart, pulled Yu Hanzhao's sleeves, and motioned him to sit down side by side with him.

There is one thing to say, he has enjoyed the private tutoring of Jian Zun hundreds of times, and he is very extravagant and doesn't value it very much.

At this moment, exhaustion surged up belatedly, he just wanted to sit in the corner of this illusion for a while, chatting aimlessly with the young sword master.

Poor little Yu Han Xianglai restrained himself and kept the etiquette. He acted upright, not even a speck of dust on the corner of his robe, but Jiang Yanqiu sat down with his sleeves indifferently at this moment. He was really the number one daring bully in the world.

Jiang Yanqiu pulled.

Did not pull.

Yu Hanchao looked down at him slightly.

Looking at it from his angle, the young man's indifferent brows and eyes were half covered by the shadow of the light, and for some reason, there was a bit of gloom.

Only then did Jiang Yanqiu notice that there was a small bluish-purple scratch on the cheekbone on the left side of his face.

Jiang Yanqiu was stunned for a moment, and quickly added some strength to his hands, coughing weakly: "Young man, I...cough cough, I'm afraid I'm going to die soon...this is probably my last wish, can you Sit down and chat with me, a dying person—you have to tell the truth, or you will be severely punished by this world!" He coughed weakly, so pitifully, his lips were covered with the blood that just coughed

up It is dyed bright red, and it has a thrilling and extremely fragile beauty.

Yu Hanchao pursed his lips, but the gloomy look in the corners of his eyes did not fade away.

But at any rate sat down.

It's just that Jiang Yanqiu sat cross-legged casually, while he tucked up the corners of his clothes and sat in a very orderly manner.

The illusion here is quite beautiful.

Looking at the location, it seems to be somewhere in the back mountain of Kunlun, and you can see the endless night sky when you look up. Jiang Yanqiu looked at Xingdou quietly for

a while, and suddenly asked: "Fellow Daoist, are you happy after coming to Kunlun?" . Jiang Yanqiu patted his side with his elbow: "Say it, do you remember the setting that you must tell a hundred sentences of the truth? If you want to go out early, you have to be honest with me, fellow daoist " He said it so seriously that he almost deceived himself. Yu Hanchao couldn't bear to open his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you are happy or unhappy, is it important?" Seeing that he was finally willing to talk to him, Jiang Yanqiu immediately regained his spirits: "Of course it is important, we are sword cultivators, the most important thing is Just be happy. Only with a good body and spirit can we fight for Kunlun for another fifty years!" Wait, for the monks, is "struggling for another fifty years" similar to wishing the elderly "a long life"? Speaking of blessings is more like a curse... He coughed twice, and changed his words: "...Five hundred years. " Slap them hard in the face...these are very important." He said with a smile: "Only by maintaining a good mood can the Dao heart be clear and you can practice swords without distractions. " How much Xiao Yu Hanchao listened to. a long time. The voice of the young man beside him was indifferent: "It doesn't matter." He said with boundless anger between his brows and eyes: "I don't care. If someone wants to judge me, dare to deceive me, betray me, or do something bad to me, then kill me!" That's fine." He said indifferently: "As long as my sword is strong enough, they will shut up obediently." Jiang Yanqiu: "..." Little brother, your psychological problem seems to be a bit serious. He remembered a mysterious rumor.

It is said that in the years when Yu Hanchao was first taken back to Kunlun, in fact, the treatment in the door was very average.

Although the old master loves him in his heart, he is busy with mundane affairs. In addition, seeing the face that resembles his mother is easy to touch the scene and think of the old man, so he seldom asks Yu Hanchao about his daily life.

As for the reason why Yu Hanchao was bullied when he was still a small group, besides the old head's attention but inaction, intentional or unintentional neglect, there is another important reason.

——There are rumors that he is the evil seed of Fairy Yu Qing, who was once missing, and was born after having sex with the demons.

At that time, the demon clan had not yet declined, and the war between immortals and demons was imminent. The most beautiful, noble, and holy fairy Yu Qing gave birth to a child of a monster. How could it make people feel extremely angry? !

What, you said that the fairy might be coerced, instead of being sympathetic with the demons?

But that was also her fault! I was asked that the person was categorical, and as an orthodox immortal and a woman, shouldn't she value chastity more than anything else, and would rather die than surrender? Now that things have happened, she is not completely innocent!

At that time, the world's disgust and fear of the demon race had reached a critical point. Although the old master had reprimanded him several times, and even got angry and used various methods to test his bloodline qualifications to prove that Yu Hanchao was not a hybrid of immortals and demons, he still couldn't stop him. The leisurely mouth of all living beings.

After all, who doesn't know that the old master had secretly promised his Junior Sister Yu when he was a teenager, maybe it was just to protect the son of his old lover, and did something secretly?

In the era after Jiang Yanqiu, few people dared to mention this matter.

The parties involved are either dead or secretive.

How could the majestic sword master, the patron saint of the righteous way of the immortal sect, have anything to do with the demons? ! In case one day I was so irritated that I really turned my face, Xianmen didn't even have a place to cry.

But for the current Yu Hanchao...

that's not the case.

At this moment, it was all he was really experiencing.

Even the injury on his face was probably not an accident, but man-made.

He walks alone in the sect, has no master, no friends, and of course no close fellows.

They spurned him, despised him, and feared him.

The young Yu Hanchao walked alone in the deserted wilderness and the desolate ancient city, sharpening his sword alone, with only Zhaolu and Yuehui as companions.

Why.

Jiang Yanqiu sighed softly in his heart.

It was as if someone had thrown a few stones into the pool of water in his heart.

There is a kind of sourness and tingling that is not deep, but very dense.

"Why, are you also afraid of me?" Yu Hanchao suddenly turned his head and asked.

The young man's handsome and youthful eyebrows and eyes, but because of the hostility, it seemed a little disharmonious that did not match his age.

Jiang Yanqiu did not answer his question.

"Would you like to see my sword?" he asked suddenly.

Feng Ming, who was tired from fighting and was sleeping soundly: "?"

It was pulled out by the master with a dazed expression, and stuffed into another embrace.

Yu Hanchao glanced at it, but didn't move or take it.

...Then Jiang Yanqiu forcibly stuffed the sword into his bosom.

Feng Ming: "??"

Its silver-white sword body glowed coldly under the moonlight. It was clearly just a sword, but it had an inexplicably noble, elegant and inviolable aura.

Jiang Yanqiu said in a low voice: "Hey, give this big brother who is in a bad mood a touch."

Yu Hanchao: "..."

Feng Ming: "..."

The breath of the embrace that is lying now... seems to be somewhat familiar.

There is a scent of cold wind and snow and cold pine.

It didn't care about it, and hummed twice symbolically, representing that it was a famous sword with a master, and would not betray its master casually, so it fell asleep in Yu Hanchao's arms.

Jiang Yanqiu smiled and said, "How about it, is this sword not bad?"

——Famous swords have spirits.

It will not accept the control of people with impure Taoism.

If it is forcibly controlled, it will only make the sword spirit degenerate, and it will end in the end of both jade and stone.

He is using this method in disguise to convey information to Yu Hanchao.

——My sword and I both like you very much.

For sword cultivators like Yu Hanchao, who seem to have only the sword in their lives and regard the sword as their own half body, the way that may make them feel the most happy is "Are you there, look at the sword".

Jiang Yanqiu is quite confident about Feng Ming's appearance (?).

Anyway, it is also one of the top ten famous swords.

Sure enough, Yu Hanchao watched Fengming silently for a while, and gently stroked its sword hilt.

Feng Ming slept like a pig and didn't respond.

There is no sense that as a famous sword, people other than the master should be deterred and dismissed by the sword energy.

Jiang Yanqiu suddenly affirmed: "You will also have your own sword in the future, which is much better than this one."

Feng Ming: "?"

Is this speaking human words?

Jiang Yanqiu looked at Yu Hanchao: "I will meet very good people." "

Everyone will respect you, worship you, and regard you as a hero who saves the world."

He said with a smile: "You can't lie here. , I’m telling the truth.”

Yu Hanchao suddenly said: “What about you?”

Jiang Yanqiu: “? What?”

“I said...then what will happen to you?” The young Yu Hanchao looked down at him slightly.

Thousands of stars and him were reflected in the man's eyes.

"Didn't you suffer such a serious injury because you told a lie? How are you going to get out later? After I get out, how can I find you?" Jiang Yanqiu opened her eyes slightly

.

Yu Hanchao looked at him very seriously.

From the very beginning, he never doubted his words.

Jiang Yanqiu suddenly got up with great effort and approached Yu Hanchao.

So close that there was almost a finger gap between the two of them.

He suddenly regretted it.

I shouldn't have lied to him like that.

If he leaves later... the child will probably be sad for a while.

At that moment, Jiang Yanqiu didn't even realize that what made him extremely worried and couldn't bear to make people sad was actually just a memory fragment of Jian Zun's youth.

He held Yu Hanzhao's hand seriously.

"We'll see each other again, I promise."

...you'll teach me swordsmanship and save me more than once.

He felt the familiar turmoil in this space, and when Yu Hanchao was a little nervous, he held his hand tightly.

"You are a very good person, the best person I have ever met. Don't care about those idiots' opinions, their stupid comments on you will not shake or affect you at all." "You don't need to practice sword so

hard , In our side, you are still a child, and a child should be happy all day long, and don't have to think about anything else."

His figure gradually twisted and swayed.

Jiang Yanqiu exerted his last bit of strength, and before the illusion was completely shattered, he pressed his forehead against that of Yu Hanchao.

"Thank you, Lord Sword Master."

"I will wait for you in the future."!

Chapter 107

Suppressing the fading of the glaring white light, Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes.

Aquatic plants sway quietly, and glowworms dance in this dreamlike underground cave.

The young Yu Hanchao had disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Yanqiu exhaled slowly.

"This is...only three hours have passed?" He was a little surprised.

Fighting fiercely in countless illusions, he felt that he had stayed in it for at least half a year, but in the real world, he only had a moment of effort.

In the middle of the cold pool, the Nether Hantan plant proudly swayed its huge petals.

The Tianshan Xianlu brought by Jiang Yanqiu was of high quality, Da Epiphyllum was very satisfied, and more pollen was shaken off.

Fengming, who was almost tired, buzzed twice, feeling very aggrieved.

It is still a child thousands of years old, how could it treat a weak and helpless little sword like this.

Mirage also arched in Jiang Yanqiu's collar, the small shell opened and closed, and the tentacles on its head arched coquettishly, as if it was very dissatisfied.

——In terms of creating illusions, who else is more professional than them? He actually paid for a foreigner! Shells are angry.JPG Jiang Yanqiu coughed, feeling inexplicably guilty of being caught and accused by his master when he was stroking the cat outside: "Isn't this because you are afraid that you will be too tired, so I will lighten your burden?" When it comes to creating illusions, there is absolutely nothing like

mirages A more powerful race.

Not only can the clothes be seamless and the fakes be confused with the real ones, but also the deepest fears and desires in the hearts of the people can be glimpsed-have you not seen the piles of bones piled up in the secret realm? That's the evidence, no matter how powerful a monk you were before you were alive, if a living person comes, you will never return.

But as the saying goes, there are specialists in martial arts...

The swordsmanship of those monks in Little Shell Illusion is really not very good...

But these words must never be said in front of Mirage, Jiang Yanqiu can only follow along Its shell pattern is smooth, and it whispered: "Master Shell is so powerful, and the wild flowers and grass outside are just for fun. If you really want to see the Master of Magic Array, it must be our Lord Shell.

" , couldn't find the north, and the small tentacles were getting higher and higher.

Jiang Yanqiu continued his efforts, and said in a low voice: "Besides, isn't it just a few drops of Tianshan Xianlu? Bao, which one doesn't matter, you eat first?"

You Ming Hantan: "?"

After a few years, Mirage, who had emptied a storage bag of at least a few thousand high-grade spirit stones, was lost in thought.

It seems to be oh.

As the owner, Jiang Yanqiu is really rich and generous, and he has never wronged Shell.

Therefore, regarding the fact that he was actually looking for other flowers in private instead of himself, Mirage decided to turn a blind eye to a large number of adults, and let it go.

However, Mirage managed to coax it well, but Youming Hantan was not happy.

It was so angry that the whole flower was shaking, rustling, and even dropped a lot of pollen and leaves.

... What is "wild flower outside", it is majestic and gloomy, and many Kunlun disciples came to offer offerings with fairy dew, but it is too lazy to take a look at it, but it is compared to such a broken shell from the countryside? !

And... is it true? This human being is really so rich, he can eat and eat good things, and he doesn't even care about treasures like Tianshan Xianlu?

Youming Hantan was tangled up in his heart for several times, and even got angry intermittently.

Jiang Yanqiu finally coaxed the little shell, and said politely: "Thank you senior, I have benefited a lot from the illusion. Now that the matter has been completed, I will not disturb you.

" Jiandong, his mood is happy, flying, and agitated.

Jiang Yanqiu happily walked out of the cave.

... didn't move.

He looked down.

It was a turquoise vine that savagely wrapped around his ankle, blocking his way.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

He raised his head and looked at the puffy You Ming Han Tan, confused for a moment.

"Ah, is there anything I haven't settled yet?"

Youming Hantan swayed the petals, conveying a message inside and outside the words: Human monk, my uncle is relying on you, aren't you very excited? Are you excited? Thank you very much Dade.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

He tore off the vine expressionlessly: "I can't afford it, so I leave."

——Where did he get so much Tianshan dew for this overlord flower to drink?

This is too tasty! What a prodigal!

To be rejected...

Youming Hantan was so angry that Duohua trembled.

It condescended to leave Guanjian Cave willingly, and left with this human monk. The other party knelt down in pain indifferently, and refused? !

It has never been wronged like this!

Jiang Yanqiu: "Look, I'll take it today. Do you feel that life experience is richer?"

You Ming Hantan: "..."

Seeing that this human being is not moved at all, as the overlord flower with rich experience in peanuts, it Hua Gulu turned around, trying to lure him with money.

——As long as you take me away, you can compete with the long-dead senior sword masters anytime, anywhere, and in various scenarios, and get their guidance! How are you, are you not excited?

Jiang Yanqiu was unmoved, with a blank expression on his face: "I have nothing to do, what do I have to do to practice swords with them all day long? I'm not a masochist. This time, I'm just here for a temporary hug for the kendo conference."

Nether Hantan: "..."

Damn it, it turned out to be a rare salted fish in Kunlun!

Who came to watch the Sword Cave, and even donated all his wealth to make up Tianshan Xianlu, which one of the sword cultivators didn't have a lofty ideal of swordsmanship in his heart? How could someone like Jiang Yanqiu do this just to prepare for a kendo competition!

Jiang Yanqiu said politely: "Is there anything else, senior? If there's nothing else, I'll go first." The

small shell clipped on the collar moved its tentacles, making a silent contempt.

hehe.

Nether Hantan: "..."

No way! It can't stand this kind of anger!

Jiang Yanqiu turned around mercilessly.

...I saw that something seemed to be ejected in front of me.

He took a closer look.

...It turned out to be a small, round, white and tender epiphyllum.

It is only half the size of an adult's palm, from the slender white petals to the light yellow stamens are all miniature versions, trembling because of anger, it looks extraordinarily cute.

At this time, this angry little epiphyllum was pinned to his collar on the other side, facing the mirage far away, sticking to his neck, panting.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

He said slowly, "Don't tell me, this is the real body of Youming Hantan."

He looked back stiffly.

really.

The center of the cold pool was already empty.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

No! Not so much, senior! Why do you have to do this!

Is this a complete plan to rely on him!

Cultivated to the realm and level of Youming Hantan, in fact, he has already got rid of the limitations of his original body, and has become another kind of creature in a sense.

Although it looks like Epiphyllum, it is completely two species with "Epiphyllum". Naturally, there is no need to really drink dew every day, and the roots are connected to water sources. If you are willing, you can even cultivate a human form in the future.

...But this is not a reason to just pull yourself out and leave your hometown with strangers!

Jiang Yanqiu's heart almost collapsed.

If I had known that the other party had such a big temper and such a temper, I would never have provoked him in front of You Ming Han Tan in order to appease Mirage!

But things have already happened, the uncooked rice has been cooked... You

can't forcibly take someone off your collar and plant them back...

Jiang Yanqiu sighed helplessly.

Then stretched out a finger, and moved it close to the roots of Nether Hantan.

"...Do you feel uncomfortable now? Don't you feel dizzy? Would you like to inhale some spiritual energy to relax?"

You Ming Hantan's original root system was inserted in the cold pool, which was also used to absorb spiritual power instead of the pool water.

Little Epiphyllum was out of breath, and moved towards his finger reservedly.

A little dizzy, but it's not because I'm weak, it's purely out of breath.

But the spiritual power sent to the door is not in vain.

Although its petals are reserved, its roots are very honest and quickly wrapped around Jiang Yanqiu's fingers.

A stream of refined and pure spiritual power surged through its whole body along its roots.

Youming Hantan's body trembled.

This, this is...

there are no words to describe how it feels right now.

It was the incomparably pure spiritual power that had been nourished by the blood of the phoenix all year round.

Every drop seems to be the Tianshan Xianlu which is of high quality and concentrated dozens of times.

No... It is not comparable to something of the Tianshan Xianlu grade.

Youming Hantan's whole flower was in a trance, floating like a celestial being, and looked like he was so drunk that he couldn't bear the strength of alcohol.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Why did you bring Pengci.

I have seen drunk people, but I have never seen drunk people.

He plucked the petals of Youming Hantan suspiciously: "Really, you are not playing me." Youming Hantan stretched out two petals

and leaves, tightly wrapped around the finger he stretched out to tease, Like a blood-sucking dodder, it refuses to let go, and uses its slender petals to flatter and depend on human fingers.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Okay, I'm sure, it's right to be touching porcelain.

It's exactly the same as when the clouded leopard turned into leopard pancake's limbs and leaned on him.

The mirage was so angry that the whole shell was trembling. It never thought that this shameless overlord flower could be so shameless, and it could do this in order to compete with it for this human being.

——Do you know how to be ashamed! It's an embarrassment to Hua!

However, Jiang Yanqiu had made up his mind, no matter how angry it was with its tentacles shaking, it would be useless to try to drive the flower away with two shells.

That shameless dead flower is well versed in the way of fighting for favor, and it behaves like a ghost in front of Jiang Yanqiu. Once it is so angry that it wants to pinch off its roots with shells, it immediately barks its teeth and claws. The turquoise vines are highly poisonous. The blade is sharper than the blade of a sword, and the pollen is ready to fight the bayonet with it.

——Then Jiang Yanqiu held him down one by one.

"Okay, okay, you are a thousand-year-old shell, can't you let others, and you, Senior Youming Hantan, too, since you insist on going with me, you have to respect the old people at home." Mirage:

" ..."

You Ming Hantan: "..."

It doesn't look like this at all.

On the surface, all the flags and drums were silent, one by one desperately pretending to be obedient and trying to get into his palm, but as soon as Jiang Yanqiu let go, he would like to crazily drive the other party into the mud.

Jiang Yanqiu was satisfied: "That's right."

In fact, there was another reason why he finally agreed to take You Ming Hantan away.

——If there is a chance in the future, he still wants to enter the illusion and accompany the sword master in his youth.

Even if it's just a fragment of memory.

He couldn't bear to let that young man with gloomy brows and eyes stay in the illusion for a long time and lonely, all alone.

After all, he promised the other party.

They will see you again.

.It only took a day to go in and out from the bottom of the cave.

Wu Liuqi was still facing the wall of Guanjian Cave, but he was a little surprised to see Jiang Yanqiu come out so soon.

But he quickly reacted and swallowed his original words back.

——Junior brother Jiang must have not persisted for a few trials, and he is feeling sad.

A trace of sympathy appeared on Wu Liuqi's face, and he patted Jiang Yanqiu's shoulder: "It's okay, junior brother, you are still young, and there are plenty of opportunities in the future.

"

Guan Chengcheng even brought the ghost cold pan to the pot.

He was silent for a long time, acquiesced to Wu Liuqi's comfort, and left silently.

Wu Liuqi looked at his back and sighed.

A genius like Junior Brother Jiang has always been the favorite of all the stars, facing such a heavy blow for the first time, he must feel very uncomfortable.

Forget it, as a senior brother, he should come to the door some other day to comfort Junior Brother Jiang.

Wu Liuqi is still crying for their touching brotherhood.

I saw a strange Jian Xiu hurried to the underground cave, still muttering: "Finally enough! Youming Hantan! Here I come!" ——Another unlucky guy who finally made up fifty drops of Tianshan

Xianlu .

Wu Liuqi looked away calmly.

ten minutes later.

From the ground of Guanjian Cave, there was an extremely tragic scream.

Wu Liuqi shuddered in fright.

"Ah! I have a flower!"

"I have such a big flower——!"!

Chapter 108

Like wings, a frightening and bizarre rumor quickly spread in Kunlun.

——The Nether Cold Tree at the bottom of Guanjian Cave has disappeared!

What a terrible thing!

All of a sudden, Kunlun sword cultivators had their pupils tremble, and their depression rate soared. Countless disciples were crying against the wind, crying bitterly, grabbing the ground with their heads, and crashing into the wall for the disappearing Nether cold pan. : "...").

In this regard, there are countless wonderful rumors emerged as the times require.

Some people said that Youming Hantan had finally had enough of wave after wave of stupid sword cultivators and ran to Danxiu's place. After all, it is well known that Danxiu has much richer money; others said that this must be a conspiracy by Shangxuan , They actually have such sinister intentions, trying to shake the morale of the army at this critical moment, causing Kunlun to be defeated in the kendo conference; some people even vowed that all the above is not the truth, and You Ming Hantan was actually abducted by a human monk .

——It finally met the only and most important sword cultivator in its life. It was deeply impressed by his sword intent and personality charm, and willingly left Guanjian Cave to run away with others.

For the last statement, most sword cultivators sneered.

As we all know, when the sky falls, there is still Jianxiu's mouth.

No sword cultivator in the world is willing to admit that his sword, his sword intent and sword way are not as good as others, except of course, sword master Yu Hanchao (...) What

? You Ming Hantan ran away with Jianxiu? nonexistent!

After thinking about it, the second possibility is the most likely!

All of this is Shangxuan's conspiracy!

A tragic morale quickly spread in Kunlun, and the sword cultivators held their breath, vowing to crush Shangxuan in the swordsmanship meeting to relieve the hatred of Youming Hantan's disappearance.

.Jiang Yanqiu, who only heard about this wonderful rumor three days later: "..."

Wronged!

— Cough, point to Shangxuan.

There is a lesson to be learned from heaven and earth, he really has no intention of attacking Youming Hantan.

It's all about the flowers moving first!

Grinding his teeth while holding his forehead, he looked at the Nether Han Tan who was sleeping beautifully on the inside of his underwear.

The instigator didn't know the feeling of sadness at all, and was sleeping soundly against his collarbone, so sleepy that the roots were crooked, and he didn't know it. The whole flower was like an octopus with teeth and claws, firmly entrenched on him. If Jiang Yanqiu stretched out his hand to stroke its petals at this time, the whole flower would still be entangled in his sleep, tightly entangled with his fingers and refused to let go.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Guiltyly pulled up the collar.

During this critical period of intense public sentiment, it is better not to reveal for the time being that the person who abducted (touched) Youming Hantan was himself... After returning from Guanjian Cave, Jiang Yanqiu was a little worried that he was still in a coma before

leaving The sword master who was waiting, went to the Jianjian Peak by the way.

It was still the same, the mountain protection formation didn't know if it was broken or something, it didn't have the slightest intention to stop him, it sucked people in like jelly in a flattering way.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

It would be too dangerous to mention this matter to Lord Jianzun when he regained his sobriety.

But that's for later.

Perishing Sword Peak is still quiet and silent.

Jiang Yanqiu took a deep breath and walked into the side hall.

Yu Hanchao lay quietly on that stone bed, still in a deep sleep, compared to when he left before, not to mention his posture, he didn't even change the folds of his clothes.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, Jiang Yanqiu would have doubted that the sword master had already encountered an accident (...)

However, there is one thing to say, it is not the familiar sword master who occupies this body now, but a perverted personality. As a rebellious sub-personality, he is thankful for not taking the initiative to cause trouble.

Jiang Yanqiu sat down beside the stone bed, practiced the Qingshui formula skillfully, and carefully wiped the exposed face and fingers of Lord Jianzun.

Although with Yu Hanchao's cultivation base of Chengxu Realm, there is no need to do this kind of thing at all, this body has been out of the human category in a sense... But Jiang Yanqiu still carefully wrung out the hot towel, and carefully connected his fingers. Don't let go.

When he was sick when he was young, his mother took care of him like this.

Thinking of the little Yu Hanchao in the illusion of Youming Hantan who didn't trust anyone and didn't care about anything, and thought that as long as his sword was strong enough, it didn't matter if he killed those people, Jiang Yanqiu felt like his heart was being grabbed .

I want him to be happy, I want him to show a happy and wanton expression, don't be so young, the eyebrows and eyes are like frost and snow covering the entire Jianjian Peak.

After wiping the face of the ignorant and irresistible Sword Master, Jiang Yanqiu diligently picked up the watering can and poured some spiritual spring water on the succulents left here, and even had the leisure to look at Hanshuang.

Frost was pitifully piled in a corner. It was obviously a peerless sword, but the owner's attitude towards it was quite casual.

Jiang Yanqiu picked up the sword, carefully wiped it several times with a sword cloth, and maintained it with good sword oil.

He didn't remember until he was rubbing it, the famous sword has a spirit, if it is touched by someone unexpected by its master, at least it will warn, and at worst, the sword energy can even hurt people.

Jiang Yanqiu asked apologetically: "I'm sorry, Frost, I wiped your sword without your permission, do you mind?" Frost: "..." It lay on Jiang Yanqiu's

body

reservedly In his arms, he carefully held the hilt of the sword. After a moment of silence, there were two soft hummings.

It means it doesn't matter, I'm sorry to trouble you.

So Jiang Yanqiu felt relieved, and continued to help Hanshuang with a complete set of nursing care, and carefully placed it on Jianzun's bedside.

During this period, Yu Hanchao has been sleeping quietly, showing no signs of waking up.

Jiang Yanqiu finished all this lightly, before leaving, she lay on the side of the bed and watched for a while.

Why.

He sighed softly in his heart, and whispered: "Get well soon, Lord Sword Master."

But what Jiang Yanqiu didn't know was that during the whole time he was busy in the Jianjian Peak, a wisp of sword energy that was invisible and hard to catch with the naked eye had been following him closely, sticky and entangled Circling around, keeping a distance of not more than one foot from him, several times, even almost sticking to his lower back.

... Then, as if being warned by something, he was reluctantly forced to back away, maintaining a certain social distance.

It's like an idiot following a stranger without any restraint.

...It was a touch of sword intent that was not controlled by Yu Hanchao himself, but remained on the Perishing Sword Peak.

As for Sword Master himself's current state - it's not bad.

It's a little too good to be true.

What is the concept of 100% pure Phoenix blood?

A single drop can make an ancient monk break his head.

And Jiang Yanqiu didn't want to pour so much money into it before, and almost made himself anemic.

Not only is it more than enough to repair Yu Hanchao's injuries, but he can even use his spare energy to calm down the boiling and almost uncontrollable demonic energy in his body.

At this moment, his inner mansion and dantian are like a huge reactor, several battlefields are opened up at the same time.

Those who heroically extinguish the raging demon breath, those who happily walk through the meridians to repair their injuries, those who are eager to attack the bottleneck of the realm... are simply

called model workers.

If it had been another person, they might have been exhausted and exploded to death by this time.

And Yu Hanchao's top Taoist body, the number one in the world, is running his spiritual power crazily at the moment when he can't move and can't react to the outside world, cooperating with the efforts of Phoenix Blood.

As for whether the deity can move?

--What? At this time, I still think of being a monster, just lie down honestly!

Therefore, the sword energy could not be controlled by him, and he followed Jiang Yanqiu like an idiot according to his own will, not daring to reveal his whereabouts.

Laughing to death, if it had the guts, it would have forcibly bundled Jiang Yanqiu into a ball and fell onto the stone bed where Yu Hanchao was lying.

Only dare to follow in the dark.

Jiang Yanqiu didn't know anything about it, humming a little tune, went down the mountain and left Perishing Sword Peak.

In the next second, an incomparably mighty coercion traversed the entire Falling Sword Peak, and even the snow on the branches fell to the ground.

That wisp of sword energy was almost wiped away, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

But at the last moment, Yu Hanchao stopped.

He lay on the stone bed with his eyes closed, as if unconscious.

At the last moment when it was about to be destroyed, that wisp of sword energy survived by chance, and was gathered back to the inner palace by him.

All was silent again.

Back at Fengqi Peak, Jiang Yanqiu skillfully threw herself onto the sofa and let out a long sigh.

For a salted fish, there is nothing more painful than being proactive.

Before his butt was hot, two figures rushed out: "Really! You're back!" "Really, we haven't been

lazy these days. We have been watching our house!"

Jiang Yanqiu was hit instantly, Soft heart.

Ah, is this what it feels like to be a painless old father?

The two cubs in the family are too obedient and cute!

The courtyard and side halls are kept spotless, and the ground paved with jade is as clean as new, so bright that it can reflect light.

Although Yushu and Yulong were still fighting over work and refused to let themselves have a break, but with Jiang Yanqiu's unremitting efforts, at least they were not as trembling as they were when they first came here.

Jiang Yanqiu often hallucinated two newly weaned kittens, wearing a small apron, diligently cleaning the house all day long, tidying up the dried fish and cat toys.

...was hit instantly.

He smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work."

Both Yushu and Yulong's eyes sparkled: "It's not hard at all."

They like Jiang Zhenren the most.

At this time, Jiang Yanqiu suddenly found that both of their faces and elbows had some small scratches, although they were not serious, but the old father who was afraid that his cubs would suffer was still a little nervous: "What happened to the faces? Did someone bully you?"

Yushu and Yulong tensed up instantly, faltering, not daring to meet his eyes.

Jiang Yanqiu had no choice but to frighten the child with a straight face: "If you don't say it, I'm going to be angry." ...

He thought that his face hadn't had time to darken, it was a symbolic meaning, but Yushu's eyes were already filled with tears , blushing, as if as long as Jiang Yanqiu said another word, he could cry immediately.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

He broke his skills in an instant and rubbed the child's head: "What's the matter? I haven't said anything yet, whether it's wrong or not.

" The voice, Yushu couldn't hold back in an instant, weeping loudly, sobbing and choking: "The real man... can't drive us away... don't let us go... we will be obedient..." Jiang Yanqiu said

: "Whoever said that you are going to drive you away, get rid of me first."

Yulong is a few months older than Yushu, but her personality is much calmer and more mature than him. At this time, her eyes are red, and she is wearing pigtails. Yuanyuan put her head under Jiang Yanqiu's hands: "We're just... too afraid that real people don't want us..." The

life on Fengqi Peak was as beautiful as a dream, they were happy and scared every day, everything now is really true It's just an illusory dream. As long as Jiang Yanqiu lowered his face a little, the self-imagined Yushu could make himself cry out of fright.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

He pinched his nose and apologized in a good voice: "Well, it's all Jiang Zhenren's fault. Jiang Zhenren is really a bad person. Everyone should take warning and nail him to history. on the pillar of shame."

Yushu stopped her tears sobbing.

...

After asking, I found out that the two of them practiced swords in private, and that's why they made themselves like this.

Jiang Yanqiu was a little surprised.

For a child of such an age, let alone inflicting wounds on the opponent with a sword, it is a good thing to be able to lift the sword.

"That's right," he thought for a while and said, "It's been a long time since I taught you two. I taught you swordsmanship before, let me check it out." Yushu and Yulong looked at each other, both a little shy: "

We I'm afraid I won't practice well, and the real people will laugh at me..."

Jiang Yanqiu waved his hand: "It's okay, you are only a little old, when I was your age, let alone practicing swords, I was still playing with mud in the yard." For a

moment After the clock.

Jiang Yanqiu was silent.

Yushu and Yulong looked at each other nervously: "The real man... is there any problem?"

Jiang Yanqiu shook his head stiffly.

He remembered...teaching two children how to practice swords...it was only a few days...

it's not bad...but it's a little too good, hey!

Those Kunlun disciples who studied Wendaofeng's kendo class for a whole year are only at this level!

Jiang Yanqiu was shocked.

Kunlun is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Even the randomly assigned Xiaodao boy has such a level.

It was terrifying.

Yushu swallowed, seeing that Jiang Yanqiu was silent, a little nervous.

If Jiang Yanqiu said something serious, or drove people away with bad face on the spot, his tears would fall again immediately.

Jiang Yanqiu was relieved.

...Since the two children are so powerful, there is no need to worry that they will be bullied if they stay to watch the house.

"Well done." He stroked his hair one by one with each hand, "It's amazing! Much better than you real people back then!"

Yushu and Yulong slightly opened their eyes.

Jiang Yanqiu clenched a fist in one hand and clapped his palms together: "It's decided!"

"Let's have coconut chicken hot pot tonight!"

Just right.

After eating today's meal, counting the days, it's almost time to go to Shangxuan to participate in the Kendo Conference. !

Chapter 109

The customs of Canghuazhou are quite different from Dongwuzhou where Jiang Yanqiu grew up.

As the most prosperous continent in the world, Dongwu has business exchanges between the north and the south, and cultural exchanges. The economy and culture are equally prosperous. The merchant ships on the Yunjing Canal are endless day and night, and countless idle talents who recite poems and write poems have been cultivated.

But Canghua is different. Due to the influence of various factors such as geographical location, climate and soil, and the distribution of monks, the average person here is brave and good at fighting. Both men and women are tall and muscular. Because of the sun, they are full of healthy wheat. skin color.

In fact, Furong Town can be regarded as a simple microcosm. The closer to the north and adjacent to the northern border, the more sturdy the folk customs.

After getting off the flying boat, the drowsy Kunlun people finally stretched their waists, revived with blood, looking around, wishing to jump three feet away in one step, and quickly integrate into the local characteristics of eating, drinking and having fun.

This year's team leader is a heroic senior sister from the Langya Wang family, Wang Ruiyi.

The Langya Wang family is good at whipping, and Wang Xiangjun's Qisha is the top spirit whip in the world, but for some reason, this year's eldest lady also signed up for this swordsmanship tournament.

Standing together, these two people are really two beautiful scenery with different styles.

Wang Ruiyi is dressed in a riding outfit, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, his gestures are filled with the majesty of the aristocratic family, but his smile is very free and easy; while Wang Xiangjun is wearing a red palace dress, with a tinge of red between his eyebrows, which is almost breathtaking, gorgeous and compelling , so that people only dare to look at it from a distance, and dare not give birth to a heart of intimacy.

Such a pair of noble and out-of-this-world sisters stood together, and they were born to be the focus of everyone's attention.

A group of sword cultivators couldn't help puffing out their chests, nervously rearranging their appearance, coughing nervously from time to time.

Wang Ruiyi smiled and approached Wang Xiangjun, and said something to him.

I saw that the eldest lady looked indifferent, she seemed to glance in a certain direction if she didn't know what to do, and then she looked back from someone's back.

Shangxuan's response person is already waiting here.

In a group of people, it is very conspicuous.

——This is Shangxuan's exclusive style of "wearing hemp and filial piety" that has been widely complained about.

Because the disciples of Shangxuan had to wear school uniforms uniformly during the school period, the school uniforms were still white with little soup and little water, and coupled with the characteristics of the school, most of the disciples were unsmiling, so they ended up making such complaints.

... In fact, Kunlun's voice is a little louder. As one of the three major sects, Shangxuan can't get in even if his head is squeezed. How dare he complain about his school uniform? That is obviously synonymous with elegance and solemnity!

Kunlun and Shangxuan have always been at odds. Kunlun feels that he wears white clothes every day and has a stern face like a dead father. Shangxuan contemptuously thinks that Kunlun is too free and unrestrained, lacks dignity, and does not look like the first in the world. .

——If it weren't for the sword master Yu Hanchao, it's not certain who will win the title of the world's number one sect!

It can be regarded as a kind of love and killing each other.

Seeing the flickering eyes, eager to try the customs of Canghuazhou, and the Kunlun swordsman who wished to be out of control in the next second, the corners of Shangxuan's mouth twitched, and it took a lot of effort not to let himself Mouth sarcasm.

It was a middle-aged monk who looked about forty years old, with a white face and beardless hair, his hair was erected meticulously with a jade crown, his nasolabial folds were deep, his eyes were serious, and he was not easy to mess with.

In modern times, it is as high as a dean level.

He said in a low voice: "It turns out that he is a distinguished guest from Kunlun. We are far away from you. Please come with us first. When you have free time in the future, some disciples from the sect will take you out for fun." The young disciples following behind

him Most of them are also like him, with a stern face, meticulously dressed to the point of strictness, and "rules" in capital letters.

Brother Jianxiu next to Jiang Yanqiu couldn't help curling his lips, and said in a low voice: "What, with a slumped face and a look of reluctance, it's not like we can't go by ourselves." ——This is dissatisfied with the attitude of the other side,

saying It's as if they didn't come to do business, but came to Canghuazhou to play.

Although the disciple of Shangxuan didn't say a word, his face was not very good-looking.

From their point of view, Kunlun and the others are just a bunch of giant monsters who don't understand etiquette and rules. The kendo conference is coming soon, shouldn't they concentrate on training and concentrate on the preparation conference?

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

However, at this moment, a surprise voice came from the crowd: "Jiang Daoyou! Long time no see! I'm still wondering if you will come over this year!" Shang Xuan: "..." Kunlun: "

...

"

The speaker was also dressed in classic white clothes, with a hearty smile on his face, revealing some kind of clear stupidity, and was happily waving in the direction of Jiang Yanqiu opposite.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Who else could it be.

Naturally, it was Xiang Ningsheng, who had never been seen since the farewell to Furong Town.

Speaking of which, the two were not without contact after that.

Jiang Yanqiu later received a letter from Shangxuan.

In the letter, Xiang Ningsheng cried with snot and tears, and wet the manuscript paper several times, telling the regrets and fears after the farewell that day, the statement of Jiang Yanqiu's disregard for his own safety, and the deep feelings in his heart. Deeply moved and disappointed.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

There's no need for that, and he ruthlessly rejected Xiang Ningsheng's invitation to meet for a while.

Among the disciples of Shangxuan, Xiang Ningsheng seemed particularly out of place, like a happy white puppy, waving happily at Jiang Yanqiu and wagging its tail.

The Shangxuan fellow who claims to be self-denying and polite is completely different from the Kunlun group: "..."

He deeply covered his face.

Can you pretend you don't know this person?

Shocked by his enthusiasm, the Kunlun disciple waved subconsciously.

Xie Qingyan's decent and polite smile seemed to be painted on his face: "Yanqiu, is this someone you know?"

Jiang Yanqiu: "... there was a meeting before, it happened two or three years ago .”

Although I really want to deny it.

Xie Qingyan said with a light smile: "Then he will never forget you.

"

Jiang Yanqiu: I really want him to forget everything before.

As if he couldn't understand the air and the faces of other people, Xiang Ningsheng tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd and squeezed to Jiang Yanqiu's side: "Jiang Daoyou! I wrote you so many letters! Why did you only reply once?" Seal!"

What!

Everyone was shocked, and the eyes of the two of them were not right.

Wu Liuqi looked at Junior Brother Jiang with a complicated expression.

Although their sword cultivators have always been open-minded, regardless of family status.

...But no matter how you say it, it can't be Shangxuan!

Isn't this the comprehension version of Romeo and Juliet!

Xie Qingyan's tactful smile was almost unstoppable: "...and this matter, why didn't I hear Yan Qiu mention it."

Jiang Yanqiu had a black thread on his forehead, in order to prevent Xiang Ning from speaking more violently—such as With remarks like "What happened to you and Xiao Wudu?", he quickly lifted Xiang Ningsheng's collar and took him aside. The two kept a close distance from the others, and fell far behind the team. at last.

Just as Jiang Yanqiu turned his head to say something, he saw that Xiang Ningsheng's eyes were watery and his lips trembled slightly, almost crying on the spot.

In order to avoid the strange sight from all around, Jiang Yanqiu hurriedly said: "...I'm fine, how long has it been?" Xiang Ningsheng whimpered: "But back then

... You were deposed because of us—" Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yanqiu hurriedly covered his mouth: "Haha, nothing, nothing, you are too excited, fellow daoist hahaha "

As he said in a low voice: "Young Sect Master's matter is over, don't mention it in front of others."

Xiang Ningsheng suddenly realized, looking at him with extremely complicated eyes, not knowing where his understanding went, nodded heavily: " I understand!"

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

No, I don't think you understand at all.

He changed the topic without any trace: "How have you been in the past two years? Demon cultivators are rampant, and Shangxuan is adjacent to the northern border. It must be very hard."

Speaking of business, Xiang Ningsheng looked serious, shook his head and said: "The situation was really bad at the beginning, and those demon cultivators were like crazy, harassing and attacking civilians and casual cultivators twice a day, even disciples of Shangxuan , there are also those who accidentally fell into the hands of the murderer, so everyone should be extra careful and try not to go out alone." "

But after the Quecheng incident... it has been somewhat restrained." Xiang Ningsheng explained: "I don't know that gang Where did Moxiu hear the news, that the sword respects the wound, and they can't get out of retreat, but Quecheng hit them in the face with a sword, and even the old Sect Master Xiao's conspiracy was exposed, and he died completely." Jiang Yanqiu:

" ..."

That's probably not a rumor, but a fact.

He was suddenly puzzled.

In order to avoid panic and shock, even the big sects such as Kunlun and Shangxuan, except for those real people at the top, most of the disciples at the bottom don't know that Sword Master retreats to suppress the evil energy of Styx... how did the demon cultivator know? of? Are they that well-informed?

It shouldn't be the news of the leak in Quecheng, otherwise the timeline wouldn't match.

Or...

was it spread from within Xianshan?

Seeing that his face was a little ugly, Xiang Ningsheng said with relief: "The situation is much better now, thanks to Sword Master, who has severely deterred those demon cultivators. Now they have restrained themselves a lot and dare not act too blatantly. You see, the way of the sword Isn't the conference still open this year."

The two stopped in their tracks.

Before they knew it, they finally arrived at Shangxuan.

Jiang Yanqiu couldn't help holding his breath, and looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Shangxuan... turned out to be a fairy mountain suspended in mid-air.

Huge semi-circular buildings, each made of white marble and spirit stones, connected from the beginning to the end by invisible formation chains that exude spiritual light—an incomparably magnificent city in the sky.

Led by Daoist Jieyin, they came to a circular formation.

Cultivator Shangxuan closed his eyes and made a tactic. In an instant, a bright yellow beam of light enveloped the crowd. They didn't need any flying magic weapon. They just soared into the sky in the huge beam of light, watching the ground getting farther and farther away, and the scenery getting closer and closer. come smaller.

After reaching the top, the beam of light was pulled away, and they finally stood firmly on the ground.

Under their feet is a road paved with white jade and white fine sand, with huge white columns and a huge semicircular building at the end of the road not far away.

As far as the eye can see, it is a pure white world.

The city of pure white sky.

Because the area is so vast, there is no shaking or discomfort after stepping on it, as if you are stepping on the ground.

Apart from them, not far away, there were several beams of light transporting groups of monks in different costumes at the same time.

——They are all sects and sword cultivators who came to participate in the Kendo Conference this time.

Only then did Jiang Yanqiu withdraw her shocked gaze.

Shangxuan is really...unique.

Because of his friendship with Jiang Yanqiu, Xiang Ningsheng volunteered and happily accepted the task of taking them to their residence.

He is bright and lively by nature, and he doesn't get along well with Xuanxuan. He soon became friends with Kunlun Sword Cultivator. "What? Fellow Daoist Jiang has no master and is completely self- taught? Isn't that too amazing!

"

"

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

Are you a little too familiar with yourself?

Their residence is a courtyard with hand-painted verandahs, which looks like a garden in the south of the Yangtze River.

Now it is not pure white, it seems that the living habits and aesthetic style of the guests are taken care of.

To be honest, Jiang Yanqiu has always had a question that I am not ashamed to ask. Their buildings are also white, and their clothes are also white, so they are not afraid of bumping into people while walking...

Xiang Ningsheng reluctantly said: "Jiang Daoyou, I will go to receive the disciples of other sects later, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Yanqiu sent him away without any attachment: "Okay, okay, go quickly."

Xiang Ningsheng: "..."

So love will disappear, right? QAQ.

Wujin fell to the west, and the pure white Shangxuanxian Mountain was also shrouded in darkness.

This place is estimated to be the closest distance to the night sky, the stars and the moon are heavy, as if it is so close that you can touch it.

A fire was lit in the small courtyard, and Kunlun disciples sat around, chatting and laughing, making a fuss, and some people played wine and danced swords to add to the fun.

Under the flickering candlelight, Wang Xiangjun took a sip of sake with a cold expression on his face.

Using the cover of the candlestick, he looked in Jiang Yanqiu's direction.

The man opened his collar a little, and sat casually, with one hand propped on the ground and the other holding a glass of wine, with a smile on his lips, quietly watching the group of senior brothers drinking and punching. During the period, someone seemed to want to pull him along, but he just smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he would not go.

It seems to be separated from everyone, but it is clearly the center of many eyes.

Wang Xiangjun drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

That time... was interrupted by someone, and I hadn't had time to finish the rest of the sentence with him.

He leaned forward slightly, but his sight was blocked by someone.

It's Xie Qingyan.

The angle was really subtle, and it happened to block Jiang Yanqiu without any trace.

The elegant scholar-like young man smiled slightly and said, "Did you drink too much? Do you want me to help you back to your room to rest?" Jiang

Yanqiu: "...You think I am three years old this year."

On how the ghost scholar became a villain Step by step, she became an old mother.

In the middle of the night, a room full of Kunlun disciples was so drunk that they finally dispersed and went back to their respective rooms.

Jiang Yanqiu took Jing Mimi a few sips of wine and took off You Ming Han Tan who was lying on his back in a daze.

Every day is the first round of group competition... Do you want to hug Buddha's feet temporarily tonight...

Forget it... The high school head teacher said that you should rest well the night before the big exam and don't review...

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the door Almost inaudible noise.

Jiang Yanqiu: "Who?"

No one answered.

A dark figure appeared on the window paper, but it suddenly disappeared when he looked up.

Jiang Yanqiu's face remained unchanged, but he grabbed Feng Ming, approached the door calmly, and pulled the door open with a "swipe".

There is no one outside the house, only the lotus pond and the night.

... Could it be his illusion?

That night.

Jiang Yanqiu opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state.

——Then he was almost frightened by the thing beside the bed, and his heart stopped beating.

His heart beat heavily, and he quickly sat up, Feng Ming was already unsheathed on his chest.

...It was a man covered in snow.

A head of silver hair like a waterfall, a snow-white underclothes, and a complexion whiter than snow.

The only thing that is thick and colorful in the whole body is the pair of scarlet eyes.

Jiang Yanqiu's heart was beating like a drum, and he said in a deep voice: "Squatting in other people's rooms in the middle of the night, isn't this how you treat guests?"

The man looked at him expressionlessly, his complexion was white under the moonlight to almost transparent.

"Go back, little Phoenix."

"This is not where you should come."!

Chapter 110

Under the moonlight, the person with scarlet pupils and snow-white body seemed to be a ghost that only existed in the other world.

Jiang Yanqiu only wondered if he was still in a dream, which made the situation so absurd. He asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Why do you know my identity? Why did you ask me to go back? Isn't it the swordsmanship conference organized by Shangxuan, inviting swordsmen from all over the world?" The snow-white man looked down

indifferently

He: "I'm doing this for your own good—if you don't want to die, get out."

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

At the moment, his hair is disheveled, his heart rate has not yet dropped to 100, and he opened his eyes in the middle of the night in a daze. It's still this honor, and the resentment is bigger than a ghost.

——So, can you speak clearly one by one, don't be a riddle, hey!

Just as he was about to have an unbearable seizure, he heard rustling footsteps in the corridor. It seemed that someone was still drunk and was yelling for the toilet in the middle of the night.

The man in white turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yanqiu. Without saying a word, he rushed to the window and disappeared with a hook.

Jiang Yanqiu immediately chased after him, but he was still a step too late. When he was lying on the window and leaning half of his body out, there was no trace of the man in white.

...but I had a face-to-face meeting with the brother who got up at night to find the toilet.

The senior brother staggered and almost fell headlong on the pillar. When he saw Jiang Yanqiu, his face was blushing, and he smirked twice: "W-Where is the junior sister from, so beautiful." Jiang Yanqiu with disheveled hair:

" ..."

With a blank expression on his face, he closed the window heavily.

You can't even tell the difference between men and women, you deserve it because you can't find a Taoist companion, brother.

When he returned to the house, the drowsiness had completely dissipated.

A long-lost headache seized him.

He only came to Shangxuan for the first night, why did he encounter such a declaration that seemed to be a murder announcement from the boss behind the scenes?

Return him to the kendo tournament where he should be calm, safe and joyful, and his ranking is not important, you bastard!

After being incompetent and furious for a few seconds, Jiang Yanqiu gradually calmed down and took a deep breath.

It's just that the brother appeared in the corridor at an inappropriate time, he almost didn't ask any important information, and people were scared away.

... very vigilant and trust no one.

"This is not the place for you" "If you don't want to die, get out" - what do you mean? Is there an event coming up? Is it the Sword Dao Conference, or Shangxuan itself?

And what role does the man in white play in it?

Speaking of it...

I don't know if it's because of his inner thoughts, since he came to Canghuazhou, his first reaction when he saw the huge monster in the sky was shock, but also an indescribable and indescribable feeling.

Jiang Yanqiu thinks it should be their color design.

Everything is monotonous pure white, without any other color embellishment, if you live here for a long time, you will simply turn people into color weak.

There are also the teachings and rules of Shangxuan... It is also completely different from Kunlun.

Shangxuan advocates the extinction of emotion and desire, and believes that human desires and emotions are stumbling blocks that hinder the cultivation and polishing of the Taoist heart. He requires disciples to use strict dogmas and rules to restrain their words, deeds and hearts, not to be sad and happy with all things, and to advocate the Tao wholeheartedly.

There is one thing to say, although this is the family's doctrine, and it is not easy for them to comment on it as an outsider, but even the monk temple Shaolin does not have so many perverted requirements.

In the end, what's the point of living in this world?

The young disciples who haven’t been introduced for a long time are better. Those powerful and real people are all expressionless all day long. When they turn their eyes, they don’t look like human beings. Cultivation level (...)

Thinking about it this way, Xiang Ningsheng is really a wonderful flower of Shangxuan, of course, it may be that the time of entry is too short, and he has not had time to be assimilated.

Jiang Yanqiu hugged the quilt and scratched her hair hopelessly.

——then rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Yes, that's right.

He was going to act as if nothing happened, no one came at night, it was just a sleepless dream, eh.

He is not interested in being involved in some bizarre and big event, the sooner it is better than the end, the salted fish must have the belief of salted fish!

Those present here are not mortals who have no power to restrain chickens. If he catches a lot of monks who have cultivated him to a high level, those crouching dragons and transforming gods will not notice or worry about it. What is he worrying about.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yanqiu rolled up the quilt with great peace of mind, and within two minutes of closing his eyelids, there was a cheerful little snoring sound.

Jiang Yanqiu, who had already fallen asleep, didn't know that it was his salty fish instinct that accidentally saved his life.

The man in white did not go away after leaving, but landed on the tiptoe of a white building not far away, looking down at the direction of Jiang Yanqiu's other courtyard room expressionlessly.

His spiritual power was so deep that it was unfathomable.

It seems to have at least the cultivation base of turning into a god.

In a place Jiang Yanqiu didn't know, in the strong night wind, his wide robe was blown away, and he kept staring in the same direction.

...To remind people to get out of here is indeed his whim, occasional outpouring of kindness.

But if the other party overestimated his own strength and ignorantly attempted to report to the higher authorities...

then he would kill him without hesitation.

But after waiting for a long time, he never expected that Jiang Yanqiu would be so outrageous, as if he didn't hear it, he turned his head and fell asleep.

The man in white: "..."

There was a complex emotion in his indifferent eyes.

A little outrageous, a little ridiculous, and a little unbelievable.

But that person was still ignorant of this, and even happily talked in his sleep.

The moon is in the middle of the sky.

Unbelievably high.

The man in white stood alone in the night wind for a long time, and Jiang Yanqiu didn't see the slightest tendency to inform or run away.

Bring the spirit of salted fish without desires to the extreme.

He finally couldn't help it, and held his forehead deeply.

In the next second, there was only moonlight on the white vault.

It seemed empty.

Early the next morning, Jiang Yanqiu yawned and appeared in the square with Kunlun's team.

In order to organize the kendo conference, Shangxuan really spent a lot of money.

In the sky, there are countless competition tables at different heights, flying in the air. Each one is made of a whole piece of white spirit jade as the cornerstone, and the bottom is engraved with formations, so that it can withstand the full strength of the sword repairer while floating in the air. With one blow, it will not collapse, shatter, or fall apart.

The way to confirm the opponent is to draw lots. After receiving the number, the white giant tripod in the center of the square will automatically match the opponent among fellow practitioners of the same level. Location.

Routinely, before the meeting, the leader gave a speech.

At the end of the white jade stairs, above the incomparably lofty and distant hall, a person wearing Shangxuan's snow-white school uniform slowly appeared in front of the white jade railing.

With the eyesight of a monk, even at several times the distance, he could easily see the figure of the man above the hall.

Jiang Yanqiu raised her eyebrows slightly.

The head of Shangxuan... is much younger than he imagined.

The other party looked to be around thirty years old, with a perfect face that could be a male model. Even as the head of the sect, he was only wearing the same white school uniform as the disciples in the sect, but with some gold thread embroidered on the sleeves.

But his expression... really formed a strong sense of dissonance with this young face.

There was no expression on that face, his eyes glanced indifferently at the dark crowd of sword cultivators below, even if he was saying some words of blessing and encouragement, the arc of the corner of his mouth did not fluctuate at all.

It was like a sophisticated machine, Jiang Yanqiu deeply suspected that even if an explosion happened right in front of his eyes, the master probably wouldn't even blink.

Although it is said that the head of a faction must have the majesty of the head... But isn't this too calm.

It can almost make Li Songru into ADHD.

However...Jiang Yanqiu looked around, as if everyone else seemed to accept it well.

Shangxuan will not talk about it, after watching it for so many years, he may have gotten used to it long ago.

The same is true for disciples of other sects, and some even greatly praised Shangxuan's style of "abstinence from emotion and desire", thinking that this is the orthodox practice in the cultivation world, and it can be called a model for our generation.

Jiang Yanqiu: "..." Okay.

After the headmaster finished his speech, it was time for the exciting first round of competition.

Standing next to Jiang Yanqiu seemed to be two casual cultivators who knew each other.

One of them was trembling, clasped his hands together, and said brokenly: "Don't draw Kunlun...don't draw Kunlun... please please... Lord Sword Master bless..." Jiang Yanqiu: "...

"

Is their Kunlun some kind of scourge?

When the person next to him saw Jiang Yanqiu, he didn't know if it was due to a stereotype, but he moved closer and said in a low voice, "This fellow Taoist, don't you really want to get a sword cultivator too!" Jiang Yanqiu: "

... I don't look like a sword cultivator."

The man shook his head firmly: "How can someone as iconic as fellow Taoist be a rough sword cultivator! Dan Xiu or Talisman Xiu are about the same." He glanced at Jiang Yanqiu again , A suspicious blush appeared on his face: "Of course, it's not impossible to have a carnival or bliss..."

Jiang Yanqiu: "..."

You have grown up so much, and you have never been beaten with a sack when you walk in the rivers and lakes.

He was a little speechless and said: "I have all come to participate in the Dao of Swords Conference, and more than 90% of them should be sword cultivators."

The casual cultivator said with a mournful face: "There are also Linggu box lunches like me who just want to come to Shangxuan. of."

...the reason is simple and real.

The man said fearfully: "It's okay to meet ordinary sword repairers, but don't run into Kunlun ones!" "

They are all a group of violent fighters! Once you hold a sword, stand on the martial arts arena and compete on the stage, it's like going crazy! What kind of monsters are those! Humans use swords like that! If they don’t let them fight to their heart’s content, it will be even more terrifying!”

He shivered uncontrollably, and he did not forget to warn as someone who had been there: "If the lottery is assigned to Kunlun, surrender quickly! It is important to save your life! Don't let them get excited! Otherwise, something terrible will happen. !"

Jiang Yanqiu: "...I remember it."

Good guy, what kind of evil did the senior brothers do to make Kunlun's reputation so low.

Soon, a blue flame ignited in the huge white cauldron in the center of the square, and the first round of lottery began.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and looked at the wristbands on their wrists.

After a few seconds, a line of small characters in regular script appeared.

"Xuanguang Realm Group, Zhuang Yan, Sanxiu, platform No. 167 in the south of the Yizihao."

Jiang Yanqiu put down his wrist and walked straight to his competition platform.

There seemed to be a miserable howl faintly behind him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist, it's really destined, we seem to be on the way."

It turned out to be the casual cultivator who greeted him just now.

For some reason, his face was gray, and there were suspicious crystal tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Jiang Yanqiu nodded.

The casual cultivator seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, with an extremely vicissitudes of expression: "I have done good and accumulated virtue all my life, how could this be so! How could this be so!" Jiang Yanqiu: "I'm unlucky?" The man shook his head: "It's not

just

bad , It's hell ahead!"

Jiang Yanqiu: "...Could it be such a coincidence that Kunlun was drawn?"

The other party's expression seemed to answer everything.

Jiang Yanqiu's mind quickly flashed through his peers and brothers, and comforted him: "Fortunately, it shouldn't be like that." It feels like everyone has a bad taste of wine, and no one has any violent tendencies

.

That casual cultivator was about to cry, muttering something, "All my belongings are buried in the mud at the foot of Tianjun Mountain. I don't know if I have the life to get them." '" "I'm so stupid, really, I was just lucky enough to want to have a meal with Shangxuan, but I didn't know that I would really bump into Kunlun"... Jiang Yanqiu: "..." It was fate

,

Jiang Yanqiu got around For a long time, the casual cultivator actually followed him on the same road.

Some kind of subtle conjecture gradually emerged.

until he stops.

No. B, south, Taiwan No. 167.

The San Xiuqiang cheered up: "I'm here, fellow Taoist, go slowly." He had an expression on his face that was about to cry: "I have done good deeds all my life..." Jiang Yanqiu said slowly: "...you

What is written on the wristband?"

Sanxiu's eyes were dead: "Xuanguang Realm Group, Jiang Yanqiu, Kunlun."

Jiang Yanqiu silently raised the wristband: "...So, your name is Zhuang Yan?"!