When the night gradually grows wantonly, Luan City's annual lantern festival kicks off.
Since it is a lantern festival, it pays attention to the word "bright".
At first, the dusk faded away, and Luan City was like a baby waking up in a deep sleep, everything was murky, dark and hazy.
When it opened its eyes, the ever-bright lights, lanterns and candles were lit in clusters, and the streets and alleys were full of lights, and the halo was flowing, reflecting the whole city as if it were day.
The dry night air enveloped the whole city, and the intermittent and scattered lights were like fire. When Ning Ning stepped into the street, she was squinted by the bright lights.
"Lanterns here, little lights in the shape of animals there."
Zheng Weiqi drank a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, her pupils turning bright orange in the light: "At this time, I should pass a beautiful man, and I was knocked backwards by him. , in the blink of an eye!"
"He grabbed your wrist and pulled it up. Under the action of inertia, you were pulled into his arms involuntarily. The two looked at each other affectionately and collided with small sparks of love."
Ning Ning took over the words very cooperatively and took a bite of the candied haws in his hand.
Having said that, judging from the actual situation of Senior Sister Zheng, the strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator should not be underestimated. If an ordinary person collided with the sword on her body...
That turns into a downright horror movie, "Death is Coming."
"But you said, what do the elders think?"
Zheng Weiqi said: "We actually let us go to the Demon Refinement Tower to practice—is that where normal people would go?"
Lin Xun couldn't help shivering when he heard the words "refining the demon tower".
Not long ago, the elders announced the trial grounds for the second round of the Ten Ways Conference. For the vast majority of disciples, it was like a bolt from the blue.
The Demon Refining Pagoda was built before the battle between the Immortals and Demons. When the battle was fierce, it naturally became the key attack target of the Demon Race, and it was almost broken several times.
Fortunately, there are many elders of the Immortal Sect united to guard the tower, so that the group of demons will not be born and disturb the world.
Very few people have entered the Demon Refinement Tower, and most of them, including Ning Ning, have only heard of this name in rumors.
The giant pagoda was built by Kunshan. There are a large number of monsters and demons detained in the pagoda. All of them are brutal and bloodthirsty, and they have killed countless civilians. They are called "extremely fierce places" by the world.
"It's not bad to be able to save my life this time, but as a result, we have to compete."
He Zhizhou bought a bunny lamp, lowered his head and fiddled with its ears: "Although I haven't revealed the specific comparison, what else can I do in the demon refining tower? Let's see who kills more."
This is actually a very straightforward method. There is no bells and whistles and intrigue. It is entirely based on personal hard power to win. Except for the safety issue, the rest is fine.
- But the elders have been preparing carefully for so long, and they should have implemented protective measures long ago to ensure that the ten methods will not become a massacre of demons.
"Let's not talk about this for now! Today is the Lantern Festival. If you miss it, it will be difficult to encounter such a grand event in the future."
Zheng Weiqi smiled: "I have inquired about it, there is a Yuxia Mountain in Luan City, which is the best place to see the whole city. Let's go, Senior Sister will show you!"
So a group of young apprentices from Tianxianzi's sect, together with Jiang Si, who has nothing to do as a little tail, came to Yuxia Mountain together under her leadership.
The mountains and forests after nightfall are particularly eerie and eerie, not to mention that except for a temple at the foot of the mountain, there are no other buildings or people.
When Ning Ning looked up, he could only see the dark shadows of trees swayed by the wind, like a huge wave after another, whimpering up and down in the night.
She came in high spirits, but she never thought that before the group could enter the mountain to find out, they were stopped at the foot of the mountain by a monk who was five or three thick.
"Amitabha, Yuxia Mountain belongs to my Luming Temple, and the abbot specially instructed that outsiders are not allowed to enter during the Lantern Festival."
The monk was almost two meters tall, and when he stood motionless on the spot, he looked like a cylindrical wooden pestle: "A few years ago, people from the city came in droves, and the birds and beasts in the mountains were frightened. to disturb-"
He suddenly changed his face when he said this, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stared at Lin Xun without blinking: "Look at this dragon horn... Could it be the Xuanxu Sword Sect Daoist Lin Xun?"
Lin Xun was named inexplicably, his back froze subconsciously, and he nodded blankly.
"Then this must be Daoist Zheng, Daoist Ning, Daoist Meng, Daoist Pei—"
The monk's gaze swept around everyone's faces, and when he saw Jiang Si, the volume was obviously much louder, and his eyes were as round as his forehead: "Elder Tianxian!"
Ah, Elder Tianxian, of course he is not.
Just as Jiang Si was about to refute, he heard Meng Jue beside him say sternly, "Exactly. The little master has good eyesight."
Jiang Si: ...
"Little Monk Wujing, Elder Tianxian, I've always wanted to see you with my own eyes!"
The monk took a step forward excitedly: "You are the dawn of the right path, the spokesperson of the swordsmanship. It is the little monk's wish to meet with the elder Tianxian!"
Jiang Si: "I—"
"Master, you don't have to be so flattered!"
Zheng Weiqi squeezed his arm, and while saying this sentence, she transmitted a voice to the secret: "Whether we can go to Yuxia Mountain today depends entirely on you!"
Jiang Si: …
Jiang Si's mouth twitched: "Oh."
Ning Ning also said with a smile: "Since the little master worships the master so much, why don't he talk more?"
Wu Jing got the answer, and was even more happy: "Really? Of all the deeds in Elder Tianxian's life, the one that impressed me the most was that Yu Fengduling killed the nine-headed giant with one sword while all his colleagues were seriously injured. Jiao - I wonder if the elders can tell me in detail the scene of that day?"
What is Fengduling? What is the Nine-headed Giant Flood Dragon
Jiang Si really wanted to answer "No".
But the vicious eyes of several people around him were staring straight at him, like a awn on his back, and it was extremely painful. He just felt that he was so pitiful, these sword cultivators were not human.
"I will never forget that day."
He took a deep breath and quietly winked at the people around him, trying to seek support. But seeing Zheng Weiqi whistling and playing with her fingernails, Ning Ning put her hands behind her and looked down at her feet and feet. Although the others were alive, they were actually dead, standing motionless and silent.
To the north, this group of useless waste.
"The giant flood dragon came threateningly, and my colleagues fell to the ground like noodles, all foaming at the mouth, their jade bodies splayed out, the clouds slanting down, and their soft voices bursting, I felt pity..."
Jiang Si mobilized all his vocabulary reserves, but suddenly realized a very serious problem.
All his recent readings are from Zheng Weiqi's indescribable small stories.
"As a sword cultivator, how can I let my companion suffer this catastrophe! My heart hurts! My tears are rushing out uncontrollably, I swing my sword frantically, I yell, I tear up like a mad wolf I'm going to kill my hair until I can't pull it out! Ugh!"
He wrote and edited, and he actually made up his feelings. He slammed a big tree beside him frantically with a ferocious face, panting like a cow:
"I fought against it for 300 rounds and stabbed my sharp sword into its body mercilessly, it moaned, it screamed, it wagged its tail under me and begged for pity, and I laughed so crazy! Hahahahaha My sword is a rare and famous weapon, how can it break free with a small evil dragon! I sprinted with the sword fiercely, and let out a very happy low roar!"
Help! This story is getting worse and worse!
Ning Ning was stunned. After thinking about it, it turned out that it was not the wind, but her heartbeat; it was not that Jiang Si's words were dirty, but that her heart was already dirty.
After Jiang Si finished speaking, he still maintained the posture of hammering the tree with his hand, and took a deep breath again with the corners of his red eyes.
The sound of applause came from the ear, it was Meng Jue, who has always been gentle, elegant and dignified: "As expected of the master, he really speaks so vividly that it makes me want to cry."
Although Wu Jing felt that something was not quite right, she had no choice but to applaud: "The sense of the picture is very strong, as expected of the elder Tianxian!"
The corners of Jiang Si's mouth slanted, and with a flick of his messy temples, he let out a sneer from his throat.
"By the way, I have another question!"
Wu Jing listened to it heartily, and asked curiously: "Elder Tianxian is born with a sword bone, and he is famous all over the world at a young age. Do you have any training tips?"
He knows a snakeskin stick.
Jiang Si's smile froze.
"I know this!"
Useless trash No. 1 Zheng Weiqi preemptively transmits the voice: "Master cultivates for six hours a day, and is trying to figure out the sword score all the time. I heard that in order to save time, the bath water is directly used river water—"
Before she could finish speaking, another voice sounded in Jiang Si's head.
Useless trash No. 2 Ning Ning spoke quickly: "I know I know! He eats steamed buns overnight when he is hungry, and then he simply absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and buys one book after another for swordsmanship. I sold my pants and almost went to Hualou."
Then there was the useless trash No. 3 He Zhizhou: "Uncle Shi didn't eat or sleep during his cultivation. He spent the whole day in the Buddha Pagoda slashing with a sword. If it were me, I would definitely be so tired that I would commit suicide on the spot."
And the useless waste No. 4 Meng Jue: "You just said that you should practice sword day and night. Shizun practiced sword intent every day, and almost went into trouble, and he never stopped practicing until he became the elder of the Xuanxu Sword Sect. ."
Since it was passed to Jiang Si alone, they couldn't hear each other's voice transmission.
Looking at it individually, maybe all of them are justified, but when one brain gathers in the same person's ear, it is no different from the garbled dance of a group of demons.
"Uh, I..."
Jiang Si wanted to escape, but the young monk in front of him had his eyes bright as a torch, silently urging him to speak as soon as possible. Those words were chaotically matched together, and he thought for a while, and finally chose to give up thinking.
"I ate overnight bath water when I was hungry, and chopped my pants in Hualou all day long. I was so exhausted that I went crazy. In order to make money, I even committed suicide on the spot. Until I became the elder of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, I never stopped at Hualou. "
What is this.
The scene was silent.
Xuanxujian sent a few people to turn around and look around at the scenery.
Only Wu Jing's eyes were full of horror, his pupils trembled, his eyes, mouth and nostrils turned into natural circles, which looked unusually harmonious, like donuts laid out on a plate.
—Could this be the strongest sword cultivator of our time! fear! The ultimate horror!
Jiang Si tried hard to hold back the hot tears in his eyes: "That, probably, maybe, that's it."
After speaking, he made a few embarrassing hahas, and continued as if to remedy: "Actually, I can still read books. After reading ten thousand volumes of books, I travel ten thousand miles, hahahahaha."
Wu Jing hesitated for a moment: "What kind of books are Elder Tianxian reading?"
Just as Jiang Si was about to open his mouth, Zheng Weiqi immediately covered his mouth: "The General Principles of Swordsmanship!"
In fact, it is "Cultivation Fengyuelu".
Ning Ning seriously added: ""Lone Light Sword Technique"!"
In fact, it is "Bone Erosion: My Domineering Master".
Lin Xun almost cried when he heard it. In order to save Shizun Fengjue, he timidly did a little bit: "Also, there are "Twelve Chapters of the Sword Classic"."
In fact, it is "Genius Son Confused Mother".
Jiang Si couldn't make a sound, so he could only nod his head.
"So it is!"
Wu Jing didn't know what to think, so embarrassedly lowered her head and scratched her bald head, a blush appeared on her face: "There is one last question... In fact, I have always wanted to practice swords with Elder Tianxian, but I don't know about Elder. ,how about?"
Fate is fair.
While opening a door for some people, it also closes a window for others.
Jiang Si has foreseen his future.
Today's wind blows into my eyes, why does it feel a little spicy
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Jiang Si and Wu Jing went to practice swordsmanship.
Without the little monk's hindrance, going up the mountain is particularly easy. Ning Ning went up the mountain road, passed through the layers of woods, and soon reached the top of the mountain.
Yuxia Mountain is not the highest, but it has the widest view. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, all the lights of thousands of houses fall into the eyes.
The neon light in the middle of the night is mixed with the billowing smoke by the Longyin River, and a layer of mist is shimmering in the mist, like a tulle rippling in the wind, covering the lights that are strung together like pearls.
As for the Longyin River filled with flickering firelight, looking down from a height, it really looks like a circling giant dragon, with monstrous smoke and waves beside it, with extraordinary momentum.
Ning Ning's eyes were dazzled, Zheng Weiqi's Kan Dashan was playing in a loop in his ears, and when he turned his head inadvertently, he found Lin Xun's shadow in the corner as far as he could see.
Xiao Bailong was separated from everyone by a small distance, and the entire mountain top was shimmering with light, only the place where he was was shrouded in the shadows of the trees, covered with thick shadows like dark clouds.
He was also looking at the scenery under the mountain attentively, and he probably noticed Ning Ning's gaze and turned his head hastily.
"What's the matter, why are you standing here alone?"
Ning Ning walked quietly to his side, the light in front of him dimmed, leaving only a hazy shadow.
"I-"
He didn't expect anyone to come, and took a step back. Even though she had known Ning Ning for a long time, Lin Xun would still feel nervous when she was alone with her: "I think it's good here."
To be precise, he rarely spends and speaks alone with anyone.
Ning Ning leaned against the tree trunk, put his hands behind his back, raised his eyes and asked him softly, "How did you feel during your time in the sect?"
Lin Xun didn't dare to look at her, and said "um" in a low voice.
Like Pei Ji, he is a loner and incompatible in the sect.
But unlike the latter, Pei Ji deliberately separates himself from other people, and is tired of unnecessary contact with others; while Lin Xun has the intention to know more people, but he has always stopped because of fear, wrapping himself in absolute Safe cocoon.
He hated himself like this, but there was nothing he could do about it.
The scene here reminded Lin Xun of the accident in his childhood.
He fell into the abyss alone, surrounded by ghostly beasts and evil spirits, and in the process of falling, he could see the fire of the city in the distance.
Those bright and dazzling lights seemed to be close at hand, but when he stretched out his hand, he could only touch the bubble of nothingness.
Just like this time.
The lights in Luan City were everywhere, and even the Yuxia Mountain was tinged with bright colors, but the mountain forest itself was actually pitch-dark without the slightest light.
He is not good at words and seems to have formed an awkward silence with Ning Ning.
Lin Xun was anxious for a while, trying to think about how to talk to her, when he suddenly heard Ning Ning's voice.
She kept smiling: "by the way, I have something for you."
Lin Xun raised his eyes blankly.
The two of them stood in the shade of a silent, drowsy tree, as if completely cut off from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
The girl beside her lowered her head halfway, searching for something in the storage bag, some light leaked in from the cracks in the branches and fell on the tip of her small nose.
Immediately, Ning Ning raised the corner of her mouth, and a faint light illuminated her fair knuckles.
The dragon clan boy widened his eyes in surprise.
What appeared in her hand was the night pearl that he was thinking of.
Lin Xun was speechless.
Back then, in that abyss, he had desperately longed for someone to pull him, and he had also hoped in despair that he could touch the unreachable light.
But no one came.
Even if he was rescued from the abyss later, due to the great change in his temperament, no one other than his family would be willing to take the initiative to contact him.
- He is so troublesome that he is shy even when he says a word, and he cannot trust anyone around him.
Lin Xun knew about Ning Ning's financial resources.
The bead could empty her little vault.
Why... Even so, I have to buy it and give it to him.
"For you, you must cheer for this trial."
Ning Ning stood in the halo, raised his eyes and smiled at him: "In the future, if you feel scared when you are alone, take it out and take a look, and you will be able to think of us."
It was originally dim and dim, but because of her arrival, the night was dispelled, and a gentle white light like a dream was enveloped.
Followed by the breath, temperature and voice belonging to human beings, accompanying him with the utmost softness.
Lin Xun took a shallow breath.
He felt the corners of his eyes get hot.
"Little, little sister-"
Lin Xun's poached eggs had teary eyes, and the jade-like dragon horns were all dyed light pink, and the top swayed gently: "When we return to the Xuanxu School, I will give you all the watermelon pumpkins and cucumbers, and I will also cook you the fried melon skin, I'll never let you beg for food again."
Ning Ning laughed out loud, held his wrist gently, and stuffed the night pearl into the palm of the little white dragon: "Okay."
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Zheng Weiqi used a whole month of free words as a bargaining chip to let Jiang Si, as Tian Xianzi, agree to practice sword with Wu Jing.
When everyone came down from Yuxia Mountain, they happened to bump into them outside the temple gate.
There was also a dark crowd of onlookers.
I don't know who is pulling "Butterfly Dance" with the erhu in the distance. In the endless music, Jiang Si's face is expressionless, and he stands gracefully with Wu Jing with his eyes that underestimate the honor and disgrace of life and death.
The music rings, the sword rises. The two stood on tiptoe, raised the edge of the sword, and let his hand lightly rest on his shoulder.
Every action is as if it was set at 0.25 times the speed. Jiang Si stepped on the foot, touched the sword, rotated, and touched the sword again. At first glance, it looks like a fluttering butterfly, stumbled and perched on a large cylindrical stick.
Someone asked curiously, "Who is that person who practiced swords with little master Wu Jing?"
"I heard that it is Elder Tianxian of the Xuanxu Sword Sect."
I don't know who responded: "As expected of the man who convinced the entire Luan City, this butterfly-like dance is so beautiful."
Jiang Si was indifferent, still with a dead face with no expression. When he leaned forward, Wu Jing grabbed his entire thin body and held it up high.
"Butterfly Dance" reached its climax at this moment, and the crowd gasped in unison.
He swirled, swirled, swirled, swirled, raised his orchid fingers in the posture of the seven fairies flying into the sky, let the long sword in his hand draw bright lights one after another, and finally swayed, and performed the extremely difficult Thomas full spin on Wu Jing's hand.
Everyone in the audience cheered, and whoever saw it would say from the bottom of his heart: "As expected of the elder Tianxian, it's so beautiful that people are fascinated!"
It was a beautiful evening in the countryside. Zheng Weiqi was about to step forward to stop it, but she was caught off guard and heard Ning Ning's voice: "Senior sister, wait!"
She deliberately lowered her volume, as if she saw something extremely frightening, her tone full of panic.
Zheng Weiqi felt something, she looked away from Jiang Si and Wu Jing, and looked at the crowd of people watching not far away.
Among the many people in Luan City who sincerely praised, the young man standing at the front was tall and handsome, looking at them with a light smile, like a spring breeze.
Who else could it be except their relatives and masters, Zun Tianxianzi.
I don't know who sighed affectionately, "Luancheng has the envy of the sky, one dance will conquer the city, and another dance will conquer the country."
And Tian Xianzi smiled so amiably, every word moved like a wild chrysanthemum blooming in the wind, and he waved to them with incomparable love when he spoke.
Like a dead ghost.
"You. People. A few. One. Over. Come. One. Down. Yo."
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It's a bit embarrassing to be caught by the master on the spot for an impostor.
Fortunately, Tian Xianzi, thinking of tomorrow's puja, did not lose his mind and directly killed him, but told them in an unusually gentle tone that the cemetery in the north was the cheapest. It might be useful to meet him.
He smiled so tenderly, like a kind and lovely old mother, and the group was so moved that their eyes were red, and when they returned to the inn, it was already midnight.
Zheng Weiqi talked very much about the credit of her business, and she honestly followed the agreement. As soon as she returned to the inn, she sold Pei Ji a copy of "Cultivation Fengyuelu".
The book was as thick as a brick, and as hard as a hammer, if you smashed it on a person, it was sure to make a big hole.
After he took it, he quickly put it in the storage bag, and before saying goodbye to Zheng Weiqi, he asked in a muffled voice, "Senior sister, which chapter did I start from?"
"you?"
Zheng Weiqi never thought that he would ask such a question.
In her impression, Pei Ji was gloomy and withdrawn, always cold and indifferent, as if there was only sword intent in his eyes, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Not to mention that this kind of vulgar drama of multi-angle love, which has nothing to do with him at all, now that they are together forcibly, no matter how you look at it, it is strange.
But she still answered honestly: "You are new to the master, so your role is relatively small. Just turn to the penultimate chapter, and there is your first appearance in it."
So Pei Ji returned to the room after thanking him. The first thing he did was to sit on the edge of the bed and open the thick idle book to the penultimate chapter.
He looked quickly, almost ten lines at a glance. When he saw his name, his eyes narrowed a little, and he looked down slowly with patience.
The passage he was looking for was not long after.
Pei Ji pursed her thin lips tightly, and subconsciously breathed lightly when her eyes wandered from side to side. I don't know why, but at this moment, he actually felt a little nervous and hesitant for no reason, and his heartbeat quietly intensified.
["That's the new apprentice that Shizun accepts?"
Ning Ning leaned in front of the door, looking at the young man's distant back, a small smile floated from the corner of his mouth.
Her eyes were deep, like a predator waiting for its prey to be hooked, and she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue: "He looks so cute, it's the type I like... Look at him, does he look like a little wild cat?"
Zheng Weiqi said lazily: "It's a thorn, I think it's quite hanging."
"What about the thorn?"
Ning Ning just smiled: "I seem to have fallen in love with him already."]
After that, there was no description of Pei Ji. Since the whole book is still being serialized, this scene, which is comparable to a passerby, is his only chance to appear in the current "Cultivation Fengyuelu".
"No, my mother! What kind of sloppy name is 'little wild cat'? And that 'licking your lips with the tip of your tongue' is too unacceptable!"
This article is simply pouring greasy black dog blood directly into people's mouths. Chengying scoffs at this, and looks at Pei Ji halfway through.
"Pei Xiaoji! You, you, you are blushing because of this thing? You are still laughing! God, do you know that your mouth is about to stick to your ears?"
Damn it, is this stinky boy going to be so unpromising!
Thankfully, he thought that Pei Ji was enlightened and wanted to use this book to integrate into other people's topics, but he never expected that the reason why he bought "Cultivation Fengyuelu" was only because He Zhizhou mentioned it to Ning Ning for a short time. One sentence, "I remember that you seem to be interested in Pei Ji too".
Pei Ji's eyes were cold and indifferent, and she said without hesitation, "No."
Cheng Ying relied on the fact that no one could hear him except him, and shouted unconvincingly, "Obviously there is! You just want to see how Ning Ning likes you!"
After it finished speaking, it didn't get any response. The spirit body bounced a few times in the sea of knowledge, and probably guessed what Pei Ji was thinking: "Yo, don't refute? Give up resistance? Why is your face redder?"
Pei Ji still didn't respond, and fell back, lying on the bed with his upper body on his back.
The book was used by him to cover the entire face, and others couldn't see the expression clearly, only the slender young man could be seen motionless, and the fingers holding the page turned gray due to too much force.
After a while, he moved slightly, put "Fengyue Lu of Cultivation" next to his head, then turned his whole body to the side, and looked at the small print again.
A few strands of messy black hair scattered on the page, and Pei Ji's pupils were also pitch black, but without the usual sullenness and thinness, with a cautious and imperceptible timidity.
Chengying felt that this kid was cute and pitiful, and asked him dryly, "If you really like Ningning, why don't you tell her directly?"
Pei Ji didn't say a word, buried most of his face in the pillow, stretched out his right hand without saying a word, and touched the page of the book.
The paper is cold, with a slightly rough touch.
And his index finger moved slowly, gently swiping the words "Ning Ning" said in the book, as if he was touching a precious treasure, and he was very nervous.
[Ningning just laughs: "I seem to have fallen in love with him already."]
Ning Ning said he liked it.
like him.
Even with such pale words, when Pei Ji saw it with his own eyes, his ears couldn't help but get hot.
Although I told myself over and over again that those were just ridiculous lies, my eyes were uncontrollably attracted to it, and I didn't know how many times I read those words out in my heart.
The heart was in a mess, and there was a little bit of joy and joy hidden in it.
"That's fine now."
The tip of his nose was filled with the light fragrance of trees. He looked at the line of words with a hint of self-deprecation in his eyes, and finally responded to Chengying: "Fellowship... Can someone like me ask for more?"