The sky was turning pale.
Qinggu Peak, outside Qingxin Hall.
There are a hundred-foot-long white jade staircase, and below it is a spacious front yard planted with osmanthus trees.
In the entire courtyard, the floor, walls, roof and corridors are all built with the finest pear blossom fairy wood. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. The spiritual energy with a cool fragrance nourishes the meridians day and night and is extremely nourishing.
Wen Shili sat in front of the stone table, wearing white clothes and a golden crown, as cool and clear as an icy spring, and was looking at the medicine bottle in his hand thoughtfully.
A familiar smell slowly approached. Wen Shili's fingers holding the medicine bottle paused for a moment, and then he pretended not to notice.
The eyes were covered by a pair of hands.
"Master! Guess who this disciple is?"
"…" Wen Shili pushed his hand away, stood up, lowered his eyes and asked, "Have you learned the new swordsmanship?"
Jiang Ziyou scratched his nose embarrassedly: "Hehe, I came to Master because I haven't learned it yet. Master, please show me one more time..."
Wen Shili smiled faintly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Well, once you have learned it, you won't come to me as a teacher."
Jiang Ziyou stretched out two tentacles-like hands, hugged his neck tightly, leaned over to his ear, and whispered: "How could it be, come to find the master after you learn it."
"Okay, let go. I'll show you once. Watch carefully." Wen Shili said calmly.
"Master is the best!" Jiang Ziyu shouted, taking a few steps back and concentrating 200 percent.
Wen Shili drew his sword swiftly, and his long hair fluttered in the air as he danced with the sword.
The graceful figure like that of a banished immortal, coupled with the cold and focused aura when dancing with the sword, constitutes a beautiful painting that makes all the onlookers stare in a trance!
After the demonstration, Wen Shili put away his sword, turned around, and found that his apprentice was looking at him stupidly with his mouth wide open, his eyes were wide open, not blinking, he was staring in a trance.
Wen Shili didn't show it on his face, but a smile appeared in his eyes: "Why are you staring at me like that? Did you remember the moves just now?"
"Yeah!" Jiang Ziyu nodded hurriedly, drew out the Flying Eagle Flowing Cloud Sword, and began to practice every move seriously.
After performing the last move of the sword style, Jiang Ziyu put away the sword with a very standard movement.
He hurriedly slid in front of Wen Shili and wagged his nonexistent tail, "Master, did I do well just now?"
“It’s OK.”
Jiang Ziyou was so happy that he danced with joy: "Master praised me! I am one step closer to becoming a great sword master as respected as Master!"
"Pride makes people fall behind." Wen Shili patted his head, handed him the medicine bottle in his hand, and said, "The seals that suppress the ferocious beasts in the scattered evil-repelling caves at the foot of the mountain have loosened. I am going to go down the mountain to repair it. I will be back in three days. You must take the medicine on time and practice sword well. Don't be careless."
The voice is calm, pleasant and reassuring.
"Okay, Master. I will wait for you to come back."
Jiang Ziyou didn't think much of it. After all, his master had to go down the mountain for a few days every month to retrieve treasures and magical instruments, to exorcise demons, or to reinforce the seal...
In short, Master is very busy, busy protecting the people of the world.
Wen Shili was about to leave when he remembered what the Demon Lord had said when he escaped, and he felt a little uneasy.
When a person who practices Taoism is restless, it often indicates that something concerning himself will happen.