The weather is clear and the sky is clear.
The sun shone down on the earth, brushing every inch of the mountains gently and lightly. Biling grass swayed lightly with the breeze, and the green vines playfully stretched out a strand at the entrance of the cave, and the aura was tangy.
Obviously, the owner of this cave dwelling doesn't care much about the external environment, and allows these spirit grasses to grow freely, maintaining the appearance when he just moved in.
Not far from the entrance of the cave, a delicate-looking black-haired boy stood there with a stick of incense—this cave dwelling was the residence of Ya Xuan. For some unknown reason, in short, he did not choose to live in the inner mountain where the law enforcement elders were located, but chose a place with relatively thin spiritual energy near the outside of the sect alone.
The person standing at the entrance of the cave was Lin Zhizhi.
After chatting with Master Qinghuo for several days, the old man highly appreciated the young master of the Lin family for his talent in refining medicine. He dragged him into the alchemy room and practiced a few more times—after the third success, Master Qinghuo finally Decided to take him back to Qing Fengzong at an optional time. Before leaving, Lin Zhizhi thought that he still had to find Yaxuan once - or say goodbye. This way of leaving without saying goodbye is not only unreasonable, but also more likely to arouse a further increase in the blackening value (… ).
However, Lin Zhizhi inquired about Yaxuan's residence and successfully arrived at the door, but was stuck in the gesture of greeting - this kind of secretly knowing the attitude of the other party from the level of favorability, almost successfully awakened his first memory of the young friend of Jiyou - but Ya Xuan is still a little better than Su Yu, so Lin Zhizhi can take the initiative to come to say goodbye and clarify his emotions with a sense of responsibility.
After struggling for a long time, Lin Zhizhi chose the most secure words to greet among the cultivators - "Are you there?" and passed it through the voice transmission at the entrance of the cave.
no respond.
The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly felt that his previous entanglements were all for nothing. Just when he was about to turn around and leave, a familiar voice said, "Everyone is here, what are you going?"
His voice was deep and beautiful, with a bit of condescension that he had been in a high position all the year round, it would never be the voice that Ya Xuan should have.
Lin Zhizhi's complexion suddenly changed, he no longer cared about the etiquette, and rushed directly into the cave.
There are almost no other decorations in the cave, and it is as simple as the log cabin at the foot of the mountain. The man in the scarlet robe stood tall, holding a sword, and was looking down carefully. Hearing the movement, the man raised his head and gave Lin Zhizhi a lazy smile.
Lin Zhizhi turned a blind eye to the beauty, and asked with a rare eagerness in his tone: "What are you doing here? Where is Yaxuan?"
Cang Lun threw the sword aside, his hands spread out, his eyes innocent: "I'll come here to see, I'm very curious about the people around you. Why are you here?"
"Where did Ya Xuan go?"
No wonder Lin Zhizhi was so anxious, Lord Mozun had a dark history of "threatening Yaxuan with his life".
Contrary to the eagerness of the black-haired boy, Cang Lun was very calm. The man approached him in a leisurely manner, wanting to pull him to sit down—not annoyed after being avoided by Lin Zhizhi, he changed the subject on the spot: "You have rejected him, and you still care so much?"
"What happened to him?" Lin Zhizhi was not disturbed by him.
Cang Lun looked at him from a close distance. The pupils of the boy were pure black, not contaminated with any impurities. After looking at him for a long time, one could not help but want to indulge in them.
This color is very familiar to Demon Venerable, and it is the color that he has been with all the year round. But Lin Zhizhi's eyes were different, and it was more like a sign of some kind of extreme reaction. It is obviously the purest black, but it is not accompanied by bloody madness.
The man slowly lowered his head and leaned down as if bewitched to kiss those eyes - but when he was about to make real contact, he covered the other's eyes with his hands.
- Different from the relatively well-ordered human race, the magic cultivators are always on the brink of chaotic struggle. For them, the safest way to indulge in this kind of thing is to destroy it with their own hands. Only in this way can we ensure absolute calmness and survival in the chaotic struggle of demons.
Whether in the human world or the real demon world.
To be able to sit on the seat of Demon Venerable, Cang Lun must be the best among them.
But—but no matter what kind of law, should not be applied to this person.
Cang Lun suppressed his smile and answered Lin Zhizhi's question in a deliberately gentle voice before letting go: "I won't treat him like that, our relationship is far more intimate than you can imagine."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
- There are too many grooves, and it is better to not know where to start.
Once Lord Mozun becomes gentle, it is far more terrifying than his ruthless appearance. The man loosened his shackles and watched Lin Zhizhi avoid him as if he had met a flood of beasts. He smiled and said, "I haven't looked for you yet, but you have already found me first. Do you think this is considered a consonance?"
"… "
"I also want to come to accompany you more, but unfortunately I still have other things to do. You are welcome to come to me next time." Cang Lun glanced at the sky and exited courteously. He completely regards Biyunmen as his own territory, and he can come as he wants, and leave as he wants, with no regard to the fact that he will be discovered by the human race here.
This person's cultivation is too high, and Lin Zhizhi can't even notice what he wants to do. After he left, Lin Zhizhi stayed in the cave for a while, wanting to wait for Yaxuan to return, and thought about the meaning of Cang Lun's words for a while.
Although Cang Lun has an unpredictable temper, he doesn't make things up. What does "intimacy" mean in his mouth
The young master of the Lin family did not think about strange aspects. Although he is careful and thoughtful, Yaxuan has always been the young man who "dare to rescue a stranger whose life and death are unknown even when he was at his worst".
First impressions are the hardest to erase.
Lin Zhizhi didn't believe that Yaxuan would take the initiative to get involved with someone like Cang Lun—so in his final conclusion, it was Cang Lun's own logic. Maybe in the world of Lord Mozun, following someone is a "close relationship". Maybe Cang Lun will say one day that based on the interaction between the two of them (?), maybe they should have been married long ago.
On this day, when night fell, Lin Zhizhi was unable to get Yaxuan to return, so he had to go back to his house and leave a message to Yaxuan about "be careful recently".
However, there has been no reply.
Until the top of Yan Lei's head has been brushed to [index 85, attitude is trust] in the past few days, he came to greet Lin Zhizhi: "Master is saying goodbye to the head of Qingyun Sect, he asked me to come to you, After the two of us have finished eating the mandarin duck cakes in the market together, we can go back to the sect with Master!" Lin Zhizhi was also unable to see Shangya Xuan again. According to other people in Biyunmen, Yaxuan has been in seclusion and training in the path of the sword for the past few days, and he has not yet left the seclusion.
The young master of the Lin family was relieved, and after eating the mandarin duck cake that Yan Lei bought to honor him, he followed Qinghuo Zhenren with him to prepare to return to Qingfengzong.
The mount of Qinghuo Zhenren is a huge blue bird with a blue crown on its head and soft feathers all over its body. According to legend, the blue bird is a distant relative of the phoenix during the prehistoric years. It has a trace of phoenix blood in its body and is a rare flying spirit beast.
As he sat up, Lin Zhizhi couldn't help but think of the more noble little phoenix. This may be one of the reasons why he would agree to help Qing Fengzong and Yan Lei, both of which have Feng Qin in their name and a personality very similar to him.
After everyone came up, the blue bird made a low cry, spread its wings smoothly, and threw the land high under its feet.
The blue bird flies very steadily, letting the wind and airflow blow past his ears, passing through the wild land, mountains and rivers.
Lin Zhizhi sat on the side very peacefully, but Yan Lei, on the other hand, peeked at the bottom for a while, and then pointed at a passing mountain and laughed at it for being ugly (… ), but he couldn’t calm down.
Qinghuo Zhenren was disturbed by him, and his ears were not clear, and he shouted angrily: "Sit down! Look at Nephew Lin, why are people more temperamental than you?"
Yan Lei retorted unconvincedly: "He is a pharmacist, and refining medicine requires a quiet heart. I choose a different way from his."
The old man did not maintain his image, rolled his eyes at his apprentice, and looked back at the dark-haired boy's quiet profile: "I made you laugh again."
Lin Zhizhi waved his hand: "No, it's cute like this."
"No way, he's such a big person, and he's not stable at all. Unlike you, you have aptitude, you are willing to work hard, and your temperament is still so stable," Qinghuo Zhenren sighed, and his words and actions were very indifferent to Lin Zhizhi's quilt. The fabricated master was envious, envious and hated—looking back at his apprentice, he simply hated that iron could not become steel, "This apprentice I accepted, let him learn medicine, but he has to follow others to learn kendo! It's good now. , not only did he not succeed in refining medicine, he could not inherit the family business, and he was not very proficient in swordsmanship."
This aroused Lin Zhizhi's interest. The black-haired boy pressed down the sleeves that had been blown away by the wind, and put his fingers on the white clothes, which was cleaner than the pure white: "Yan Lei is Jianxiu?"
Lin Zhizhi recalled the first time they met in the Lingyao Pavilion. Yan Lei seemed to be carrying a sword on his back. At that time, Yan Lei and his junior sister Li Ying looked a little cold, not like now. , In front of familiar people, he is a lively teenager.
"Yeah." Qinghuo Zhenren nodded, "I don't know which tendon is wrong, but I like to cultivate swords."
"The way of kendo is pretty good." Lin Zhizhi said that the way of kendo is righteous, "It's the supreme avenue."
This sentence made Qingfeng Zhenren waved his hands weakly: "Nephew Lin, you don't need to speak for him. Although kendo is good, refining medicine is the right way. He was born in Qingfengzong, and he is my disciple, but he did not choose Dan Dao, it is simply a waste of time."
When it comes to this topic, the old man has probably been holding grudges for a long time. He scolded Yan Lei without any mercy, and it was fun to watch his pale face.
After finally waiting for him to stop, Yan Lei pulled Lin Zhizhi to the tail of the blue bird with a bitter face, stretched out his little finger and stabbed him - he was intercepted by Lin Zhizhi halfway: "How good is your sword cultivation?"
Yan Lei was stunned, and then his lips drooped down: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden? Are you also going to teach me a lesson—don't, brother, brother, I beg you, I have heard calluses in my ears since I was a child."
Lin Zhizhi admired his expression before slowly saying, "No, I am also interested in kendo."
"You want to learn swords too?!" Yan Lei exclaimed, but immediately, he secretly glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eyes, and found that he was still closing his eyes, so he lowered his voice and said to Lin Zhizhi, "Seriously. Yes, don't. Lin Zhizhi, your talent, it's really a pity to practice swords!"
Lin Zhizhi twitched the corners of his mouth at his reaction.
He didn't have the heart to tell Yan Lei that he was really a sword cultivator-like a fake one. It was only because of an accident that he came to Yuntian Continent and temporarily changed his studies to refining medicine.
#Sword is always his favorite weapon, Kendo is always the road he wants to take, Daozun Dao is always his idol (… ) #
Looking at Lin Zhizhi's reaction, Yan Lei almost stared out a pair of eyes - ever since he met this person, he has been in the process of being frightened. First, during the competition, he beat the famous Master Zhou Qi, showing great talent for refining medicine. Afterwards, this person is sitting on the alchemy technique that is contemptuous of the world, but secretly wants to learn the sword—is there anything more irritating about this? !
Yan Lei can understand why when he decided to learn swordsmanship, his master and parents were angry and anxious, and they could not wait to force him to switch to another family on the spot. Because he is in this mood right now: "Don't, if I really brought you into a sword cultivator, your master who sees the head but not the tail will not strangle me with his own hands? Don't learn swordsmanship, don't ask me , I won't tell you!"
Lin Zhizhi patted his big face away from his face, and said coldly, "...don't say it, don't say it, get out of the way, you're so ugly to me."
Yan Lei: "...You are taking revenge!"
"I do not have."
"You have!"
"… "
Qinghuo Zhenren sitting near the bird's head stretched out a hand and stroked the feathers of his pet's pet, listening to the words of the two people at the tail being scattered by the wind, his eyes showed a small smile - the interaction between young people of the same age, Always so funny and boisterous.
He is not old-fashioned, and to some extent supports Yan Lei and Lin Zhizhi's relationship.
With Lin Zhizhi's talent, as long as he doesn't fall in the middle, he will definitely become a grandmaster in the future. Yan Lei's friendship with him will only benefit the future.
But unfortunately, he thought so because he witnessed Lin Zhizhi's talent with his own eyes. And other people in Qing Fengzong just heard a story about a "genius cultivated by an unknown loose cultivator, refining an 80% fusion degree of tranquilizer pill, and defeating Zhou Qi", it is easy to think of "is it?" A lot of luck" or "Zhou Qi is old" such a coincidence.
Therefore, when Lin Zhizhi set foot on the Qing Fengzong, a group of elders with people who they had found and whose interests were intertwined had been waiting for a long time and wanted to trouble him.