Sword Peak.
sunny.
The slender girl was wearing Jianfeng's blue and white blouse, the long sword was like snow, and the sword light was like electricity. The moves are gorgeous, the formulas are refined, the sword energy and murderous energy are billowing, and the girl is beautiful, every move is like a shock, and it is like a dragon.
Between electric and flint.
The bright moonlight and the boy's magical purple eyes suddenly came to mind.
Chu Yao's rock-steady sword tip trembled slightly, her almond eyes suddenly sharpened, the sword's edge turned, and with one move, she forcibly retracted her murderous aura and sword momentum, her ice-blue hairband fluttering in the dazzling sunlight. With a sharp arc, it slowly and softly landed on the girl's soft black hair.
The boy's voice was clear and soft.
- "My name is Xia Ge."
Summer song, summer song.
Summer... long song.
The icy tip of the sword touched the ground, and Chu Yao's delicate eyebrows cooled down slightly.
... but a dwarf who learns to be a hero, what is it worth her unforgettable!
"Ah-"
The frost sword suddenly drew a cold sword mark on the ground. The girl retracted the sword with her backhand, and the sound of the sharp blade brushing the scabbard was cold and sweet.
"Hey, Senior Sister Chu, I heard you're going down the mountain again?"
Chu Yao looked towards the source of the sound. Amidst the mountains and forests, the girl in blue with silver butterflies embroidered on her sleeves covered her lips and smiled lightly.
Chu Yao's cold expression did not improve at all, "What's the matter with you?"
"How could it have nothing to do with me?" The girl wore a long sword on her waist, and her almond eyes, similar to Chu Yao's, curled up, "Senior sister is rare to see her heroic appearance. I couldn't go down the mountain in a hurry yesterday, and Xiaoyi still feels very regretful."
"Shut up." Chu Yao's brows were cold, "Chu Yi, don't think you can do whatever you want when you enter Jianfeng!"
"Oh?" The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, her black pupils were slightly tinged with chills, but the corners of her lips were still smiling, "How can you say 'do whatever you want', senior sister is really too much, and she doesn't want to give your kisses even half face. As for my sister, I thought that our sisters are deeply in love..."
"...Oh, that's all."
Seeing that Chu Yao was indifferent, Chu Yi chuckled lightly, "I thought that Jianfeng, which my sister has been thinking about all the time, is a good place... Actually, it's just that."
The girl's long soft hair was draped behind a blue dress and tied up by a light blue hairband. The silver butterfly on the cuff was as lifelike as it was about to fly out. Unlike Chu Yao, although she had almond eyes, Chu Yao's eyes were light brown. The eyes are pure black.
Chu Yao didn't move.
Chu Yi smiled slightly, but there was irony in his eyes, "But it's really amazing, Master Chu - the only Master Chu in Jianfeng who is willing to go down the mountain and take care of the life and death of those outer disciples, makes people worship him."
Chu Yao looked at her coldly.
"Chu Yao, you're so proud, being treated as a savior..." Chu Yi let out a low smile, "I really don't know... When will I be able to tear off your proud skin and see the pride of heaven tearing my heart. The appearance of bloody lungs..."
"Shh-"
The cold leaves brushed against the bun, and Chu Yi's voice stopped.
The sharp leaves cut off three strands of her hair, and with a "chi" sound, it inserted into the trunk of a sycamore tree behind her, cutting into the wood for three points.
The girl who looked like a fairy touched the slender hand of the sword hilt, looked at her with light brown eyes, and licked her soft lips slightly.
She took a step in her direction.
The breeze blew, and a lonely leaf fell in front of Chu Yao, silently, but before landing, it shattered into three or four pieces, and the incisions were neatly raised.
Chu Yi subconsciously took a step back. After taking a step back, Chu Yi was stunned to find that she actually... can't move!
She watched the killing god who looked like a fairy, walking to her side step by step with a cold air.
— "Now... I really want to see your heart-breaking, bloody appearance, Chu Yi."
The girl in front of her was clearly a beautiful girl, but her words had a strong bloodthirsty taste. Chu Yi, who was stared at by her beast-like light brown eyes, only felt her whole body tremble, and the thick murderous aura crushed every inch of her skin like a needle—
- will die!
Must... be killed! !
For a moment, Chu Yi regretted it very much, and stroked the tiger's beard when he was still young.
Is it... too impulsive
Chu Yi's pupils shrunk a little, and her body trembled slightly from the extreme tension.
The chin was suddenly lifted by the cold fingers.
The girl's light brown eyes reflected her constricted pupils, and sneered, "Yo, I'm afraid."
Chu Yi pursed her lips and said nothing.
Chu Yao's eyes were full of ridicule, "It's really ugly..."
His fingers slowly descended and finally grabbed her neck.
Chu Yi's back was covered in cold sweat.
"I can do what I like. Jianfeng can do what he likes, understand?"
"It's best not to let me see you again in the future."
"I, Chu Yao, are fine with everything, I just like to deny my six relatives."
"Rubbish."
= =
After receiving the salary, Xia Ge first went to the tavern to buy a small pot of wine, and it was rare to buy a bunch of candied haws for himself, so he went to the end of the village to find a carpenter to repair the house.
After calling someone to help lift the giant sickle down, Xia Ge ran to the tavern to buy a few pots of good wine for the helper, invited people to dinner, settled the bill for Carpenter Zhang, and the repair of the house was over.
It's just that the huge sum of money, a tael of silver, that has finally come to the bottom has come to an end.
By the time I finished packing my things, the sun was setting and the moon was already empty.
After lighting the candle, Xia Ge pulled the bandage with his teeth and tightly wrapped the wound on his hand, while looking bitterly at the black giant sickle leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.
Yesterday, I was a hero. Although I blocked most of the damage from the scythe with the dragon jade, the overflowing energy still hurt my hand.
"Alas, life is not easy, just do it and cherish it."
One hand hooked the bandage and tied a knot on the back of the hand, Xia Ge sighed.
System: "Then why do you keep the sickle?"
Don't sell it for some money
The small room was very small, and there were not many things. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a family. The black scythe was placed upside down in the corner.
Xia Ge: "I'm afraid of ghosts, and a sickle will exorcise evil spirits."
system:"… "
Xia Ge ignored the silence of the system.
It is true that she is afraid of ghosts.
Xia Ge took out the dragon jade in his arms, and the dragon-shaped jade pendant without the right corner glowed warmly under the faint candlelight, which also made the bandage wrapped around his left hand pale as snow.
"Thank you."
"Ghost Dragon Jade." The system interjected, "This should have belonged to Ye Ze, right?"
"Yeah." Xia Ge said, "It really belongs to him."
Ghost Dragon Jade, the jade that holds the dragon's soul.
To exorcise evil spirits, evil spirits are not near.
There are very few opportunities for the male protagonist in the early stage, and the ghost dragon jade is one of his opportunities, but unfortunately, she is the first to attack.
Because she is afraid of ghosts.
This kind of thing, a ghost, once in a lifetime is enough.
"It's been borrowed for so many years, it's time to find a chance to return it to him." Xia Ge threw the dragon jade in his hand, and raised his eyes slightly, "I'm a little reluctant, but I think it's that coward, so I'll pay it back. ."
He will eventually reach the pinnacle of the bumpy road.
Ghost Dragon Jade will only recognize him as the master.
The system complained: "I really can't see it."
at the same time.
Lingxi Peak, the Council Hall.
A woman in a waistcoat with a terrifying face was lying in the center, at the head of the council hall. Below her, stood two men and one woman.
The woman was wearing Danfeng plain clothes, with a red headband tied on her head, her skin as snowy, her face as white porcelain, her black pupils were deep, her lips were not dotted but red, she was truly beautiful. She stood on the left hand of the old man, bowing her head slightly. On the right hand side of the old man were the two men, one with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in a hundred animal clothes, black hair tied by a yellow hairband, with a yellow jade flute at the waist, two feet tall, very mighty. The only thing that was a little discordant was that he was clearly a mighty man, but there was a yellow-haired bird on his shoulder. At this time, the bird sat quietly on his shoulder, and the red beak occasionally pecked at its own feathers. .
The other is a young man dressed in Jianfeng's blue clothes, with long hair tied with a azure blue hairband, a jade sword on his waist, dark pupils, his hands are tied, and his temperament is dusty.
The old man looked at Yimei on the ground with an old voice, "Is this from the Demon Sect?"
The girl in red and white maple shook her head, "I don't know."
"This way of dying of Yimei... is very simple." The old man smiled slightly, "Jiu'er, but what did your Danfeng disciple do?"
Gu Peijiu said in a low voice, "Yes."
"It's rare for Danfeng to have a good seedling to practice martial arts." The old man coughed, looking at the woman controlled by the charm, with a slightly pitiful expression, "It should be another demon sect to steal secret techniques, but it's a pity ."
Gu Peijiu was silent.
"Dispose of it."
"Yes."
Some disciples in white clothes took the woman away from the ground.
"Jiu'er, is Danfeng's affairs still hard?"
the old man asked.
Gu Peijiu said in a light voice, "It's okay to have Senior Brother Chang and Brother Baili to help."
The old man sighed lowly and glanced at the young man under his right hand, "Your senior brother Chang is also busy with affairs in [Rank]. Being able to represent the affairs of the senior disciple of Jianfeng is also due to the thin face of Chang'an Chu's parents and daughters in Lingxi..."
"The chief's words are serious."
The blue-clothed young man bowed slightly, "Although the Chang family and the Chu family have a three-point friendship, the disciple is also a candidate for the eldest disciple of Jianfeng's inner sect. These matters are the duty of the disciple, and have nothing to do with the Chu family."
The old man sighed, "It will take three years for the next Jianfeng to ask spirits... In these three years, I still have to trouble you."
"Yes." The young man nodded.
On the other hand, the man in the animal clothes said nothing, the bird on his shoulder tilted his small head, and the small black eyes were like grains of rice, shimmering with light.