An argument is taking place on the long street.
"Boy, quickly hand over the treasure you stole from the psychic stream to this young master!"
At the corner of the intersection, a young man in brocade wearing a machete, accompanied by several guards, was surrounding a thin young man in the corner.
The boy was leaning against the wall with wounds all over his body, blood on his mouth, and dust on his face. Holding the sword in his hand, he was very embarrassed and weak, but his expression was stubborn, "I didn't... steal! You are wrong, wrong... me!"
He spoke word by word, blood spilling out of his lips with every word he said, and his appearance was miserable, but his tone, for some unknown reason, gave people a feeling of being a little stunned.
Ye Yunlan stopped.
The Tianchi Mountain Discussion and Taoism Association gathered together, and the elites of various sects and sects came from all over the world of self-cultivation. It was normal for conflicts to arise.
Shen Shu had no intention of paying attention to these things, but he stopped after seeing his master stop.
He looked sideways at the figure in white robes and fox fur beside him. Mi Li covered the other side's face, so he couldn't see how the other side looked.
He knows that his master has an indifferent temperament, and although he has a kind heart, it has not yet spread to the level of meddling in people's affairs.
At that time, he once asked the master why he wanted to save him. His master replied at first, "I saved him easily". At that time, he didn't believe it very much. Later, the master admitted that he was special, which made him very Happy. It's just that at that time, he hadn't thought about this special meaning carefully.
It wasn't until after getting along for a long time that I realized that apart from him, when the master rescued so many other disciples in the secret realm at that time, it was actually "handy" as the other party said.
For his master, saving people... seems to be a habit formed over the years.
No mercy, just habit.
That's when.
After Ye Yunlan stopped, he didn't speak.
The brocade-clothed young man didn't notice Ye Yunlan either. He pulled out the machete from his waist and stepped on the boy beside the wall, "Don't argue, hand over the treasure you stole, and this young master can barely spare you."
The young man's face was stubborn, but he just repeated, "I, no, yes... Steal!"
Seeing that the tip of the knife had touched the young man's neck and blood was seeping out, Ye Yunlan said, "Stop."
The young man in brocade clothes heard a cold and pleasant voice, his heart moved, the tip of the knife still pressed against the young man's neck, and he turned around.
But he saw a man dressed in white and fox fur.
Mi Li covered his face, and his cultivation was very low.
At most, it is not during the Qi refining period.
A black-clothed youth stood beside that man, his hair was tied in a crown, and his eyes were cold. His cultivation was not weak, and he was in the Golden Core period.
But it's only the golden age.
The few guards around him were in the Nascent Soul period, and even he was about to break through the golden pill and congealed into the Nascent Soul.
He has always been arrogant and domineering. Seeing that the strength of the person who stopped him is not very strong, he sneered: "Who are you, how dare you open your mouth to stop me?"
"As you all know, my father is Nangong Yu, the eldest disciple of Daoyi Jiao Yang Hezhen, and now the head of Dao Yi Jiao, what qualifications do you have to meddle in my business in front of me, Nangong Qing?"
Ye Yunlan stood there, expressionless.
qualifications.
Since his rebirth, it seems that he has always been questioned about his qualifications.
It's also novel.
When he was saving people in his previous life, he always used his sword in silence and never listened to the threats of others.
Good and evil in the world are black and white, and he has his own measure in his heart.
Even if his swordsmanship is regarded as evil, the people he saves also regard him as a ghost.
But he didn't care.
He walked in the fragmented world at that time and saved countless people from fire and water. It is indeed driven by kindness, but more, but it is just a habit.
He doesn't expect anything in return from others, and he doesn't care about his own life or death.
... but only hope that God can return a little mercy.
He didn't believe in fate, but in order to save that person's remnant soul, he did good deeds every day, went to temples, and knelt down to worship the gods, just to give that person a chance to reincarnate.
Now, someone asks him about his qualifications.
Ye Yunlan replied indifferently: "It's just from my heart. What's with you?"
Nangong Qing originally found his voice pleasant to hear, but when his face was slapped, he suddenly became furious, sneered, and said sharply: "You wear a power fence, hide your head and show your tail, is it because the magic cultivator who sneaked into the Tianchi Mountains dare not take the truth. Can you show people?"
"If not, then take off the power fence and talk to me again. If it is, then today I, Nangong Qing, will act for the heavens—" Nangong Qing said, turning the machete against the young man's neck, and already heading towards Ye Yunlan , and then heard a sword cry, it was Shen Shu who suddenly drew his sword, blocking a blow for Ye Yunlan.
Over the years, Shen Shu's face has faded from the pale and sullen face he used to be, and he usually behaves decently, like a well-known and upright disciple, but at this moment, his eyes are like wild wolves, and the cold light inside makes Nangong Qing startled.
"Oh, there are people around you who are protecting you." Nangongqing suppressed the annoying fear in his heart and taunted, "Seeing that you are vain and lacking in cultivation, saying that you are a cultivator is flattering. Could it be some woman in the mortal world, Run away from home and elope with your little lover cultivator to have a good time in Tianchi Mountain?"
Just looking at her body shape and behavior, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to recognize Ye Yunlan as a woman. Nangong Qing's words were clearly an insult.
Ye Yunlan was expressionless.
In his previous life, he had heard too many insults and scoldings, and there were countless people in the world who resented him and wanted him to die, and he would never have been hurt by words.
But I heard Nangong Qing continue: "Xianfan is different, how long can your little lover be good to you? After you are used to get dirty, I don't know if your husband in the mortal world will still want your broken shoes."
The word "Husband" made Ye Yunlan's eyes cold.
"Shen Shu, step back."
Shen Shu: "Master?"
Ye Yunlan's voice was very light, "I only use the sword alone."
Only one sword.
This is the gesture of a sword cultivator who is extremely confident and proud of himself, and invites his opponent to fight.
Shen Shu: "Yes."
He has already felt that when his master really holds the sword at this moment, the momentum is completely different from his usual.
It's not the same as when he taught himself on a daily basis.
At that time, Ye Yunlan was still soft and warm, even though he was cold and indifferent, when he pointed him, it was still like a spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently, and taking care of every detail.
But never tried his best.
And now, maybe it should be the true appearance of the opponent when he uses the sword.
- Indifference, icy cold, invincible.
Nothing could melt him.
Chen Weiyuan was watching quietly on the Xunxian Pavilion.
Xu Qingyue suddenly asked curiously, "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
Chen Weiyuan turned his head sideways and said lightly, "It's nothing."
He carefully brewed the spring mountain dew in his hand, and then poured a cup for Xu Qingyue, "Qingyue, come."
Xu Qingyue smiled and said, "This spring mountain is condensed with dew, and the tea fragrance is strong, sweet and spring-like, and it has a sweet aftertaste after the entrance. It's really good."
Chen Weiyuan said warmly, "If you like it, drink more."
In the fog, he glanced quickly and looked down the street.
At this moment, a dazzling sword light passed by, as if the morning star had broken the dawn.
The sword is beautiful.
He thought lightly.
And what about people
Ye Yunlan had already used his sword, and the sword light was sluggish.
Nangong Qing looked disdainful, raised the machete in his hand, and said, "If you want to kill yourself, don't blame me for fulfilling you."
He is a cultivator of the Jindan stage, and is about to break through the Nascent Soul. Although the realm piled up by countless elixir is still unstable, it is more than enough to deal with a cultivator who has no cultivation, not to mention that there are guards arranged by his father around him.
The sword light collided with the sword light.
The smoke cleared the ground.
Ye Yunlan had already sheathed his sword.
After the power fence, his eyes showed an unspeakable loneliness and boredom.
Nangong Qing stood there dumbfounded.
His knife had already fallen to the ground, and there was a faint bloodstain around his neck. It was only then that a small gap opened, and then a drop of blood flowed silently.
The audience was in an uproar.
They thought it was a battle without suspense, but now they found that there was indeed no suspense, but the result was completely the opposite of what they expected.
Chen Weiyuan held the teacup and watched the scene on the street.
Xu Qingyue: "Senior Brother Chen?"
After all, I also looked at the street.
Not far away, also a sword cultivator, Xu Qingyue felt the sword intent of the annihilation of all things on the street, her back was slightly cold, and she couldn't help sighing, "What a strong sword."
Chen Weiyuan suddenly said: "The sword is powerful, but it has no cultivation base to support it. If it encounters a real powerhouse, it will only be a castle in the air, and it will be broken when touched."
Xu Qingyue disagreed, "Nevertheless, the cultivation base can be accumulated over time, but the realm of kendo has to go through many trials and hardships to make progress. The two cannot be compared."
Chen Weiyuan was noncommittal.
on the street.
Nangong Qing finally recovered from the shock.
Lost, he actually lost
Lost to a mortal whose cultivation base has not even reached the foundation
The surrounding discussion made him feel irritable. Nangong Qing couldn't think about the sword energy that was so bright and dazzling just now that it made his neck hurt, and he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't admit that he was actually scared.
He instructed the surrounding guards and shouted, "You guys, go up to me and capture them both!"
Several guards in the Nascent Soul stage were shocked by the result of the fight, but at this time they listened to the order and swarmed back to their senses.
This time, Shen Shu did not listen to Ye Yunlan's words that he would not let him help, and directly drew his sword to block in front of Ye Yunlan, "Master, you go first!"
He still remembered what Mr. Qi Yun said in the room before.
Ye Yunlan cannot use swordsmanship frequently, otherwise, the recurrence of the injury three years ago will repeat itself.
He came to the Taoist meeting this time to get the elixir to heal the master. How can he see the master suffer half the damage.
As for this group of people...
His eyes were dark, and there was a hint of blood in his eyes.
"Shen Shu!" Ye Yunlan's voice was suddenly severe.
Due to Shen Shu's physique, he has never relaxed his care for Shen Shu.
Shen Shu's golem's physique has not been removed, and if he is thirsty for power, he can absorb the filth in the world at any time to make a breakthrough. It's just that Shen Shu has been obedient all these years in Qingyun Mountain, which reassures him a lot.
Unexpectedly, after coming to Tianchi Mountain, there was a hint of loss of control.
Shen Shu knew what he was worried about, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, "Master, I won't..." He blocked another attack with his sword, "I said that I want to be your satisfied apprentice... There are some things, I If I promised Master that I wouldn't do it, I will never do it."
"Don't shoot. Trust me, Master."
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, but finally did not stop Shen Shu.
But it is impossible to leave the apprentice and go first.
So he only held the Queying Sword and looked at Shen Shu intently.
And Shen Shu did exactly what he said.
His cultivation base is only Jindan, but under the siege of several people, he is completely unbeatable.
Ye Yunlan was not too surprised by the result.
Shen Shu's kendo realm has progressed very rapidly. Before he came to the discussion meeting, he had already broken through the master realm and was on a par with He Lanze.
That's why they can fight across borders.
The sweeping sword moves were blocked by Shen Shu calmly, while the long sword was swung, the young man's face became more and more stern and handsome, his eyes were like cold stars.
It was only after the battle that he saw that the long sword in Shen Shu's hand slowly cracked.
This is not the sword of Shen Shu's life, but an ordinary iron that cannot withstand too much spiritual power.
In the past few years, the refining materials he prepared for Shen Shu are almost ready. After returning, he can teach him to refine the sword of life. At that time, Shen Shu will no longer be tired of weapons.
In the chaos, Ye Yunlan looked very calm. He was guarded by his apprentice, and he thought alone without taking any action, mostly related to Shen Shu.
But he saw Nangong Qing suddenly attacking him frantically with a sword.
"I don't believe—" Nangong Qing said with a grim face, "How can there be a sword cultivator in this world who can defeat me with a mortal body!"
Shen Shu was entangled by the Nascent Soul cultivators, and turned around to protect him, but because he was in a hurry, a wound was drawn on his arm, and he didn't realize it.
However, Ye Yunlan had already used his sword again.
The sword light passed by.
Upstairs, Chen Weiyuan's fingers suddenly drew a few spells in the void.
Chen Xianyu vaguely noticed something, and said in surprise, "Brother?"
Chen Weiyuan glanced at him sideways, and said lightly, "Huh?"
Chen Xianyu: "Nothing, nothing."
Between the heavens and the earth, there was a sudden gust of wind.
The strong wind made the trees rustled, and the flags of the vendors in the town fluttered.
The sword is bleeding.
Nangong Qing has completely fallen to the ground.
As for the person who just shot, when the sword light was vertical and horizontal, the power fence was blown away by the sudden gust of wind.
The waterfall-like hair fell down, winding on the snow-white fox fur.
He was holding a sword, standing in the sun, wearing a fox fur, but his face was paler than that of a fox fur, as if frozen by ice and snow.
Only a little vermilion at the end of the eyes, like red plum blossoms in the snow, makes people feel the thrilling beauty.
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment.
The teacup in Chen Weiyuan's hand fell on the table, and a few drops of water splashed out.
Xu Qingyue slowly looked at the figures on the street. After a long time, she suddenly said, "Senior brother, who is he?"
Chen Weiyuan said nothing, just stared at the figure on the street. The five fingers that are used to playing chess are slightly curled, as if trying to catch something.
And on the street.
Ye Yunlan seemed to have suddenly noticed something, turned his head, and then faced the third floor of Xunxian Pavilion.
Familiar eyes.