Moonlight is like water.
Ye Yunlan no longer looked at Chen Weiyuan, and only said lightly to Xu Qingyue: "Fellow Daoist Xu, it seems that we have never met before."
Xu Qingyue laughed, "Fellow Daoist Ye has indeed never seen me. But I have seen you...and your sword."
Ye Yunlan: "You've seen me and my sword, so what?"
His tone was really cold, but Xu Qingyue didn't seem to notice it for half a minute, she still had a smile on her face, and her eyes were extremely clear and radiant.
He is a much better beauty than Rong Ran. This excellent, three points are shown in appearance, and seven points are shown in bearing.
Although Rong Ran is gentle and polite, it is somewhat unreal and false, and a little less lively. Xu Qingyue has a clear temperament. When looking at people, there is an undisguised desire for clarity in her eyes, which is very direct.
It makes people want to hold the stars in the sky in front of him.
Xu Qingyue said, "I am Jianxiu, and so is my fellow Daoist."
Ye Yunlan: "Not bad."
"Isn't it common for swordsmen to admire and admire each other's swordsmanship and want to make friends with them?" Xu Qingyue said seriously.
Ye Yunlan: "I'm just a mortal who has lost my cultivation base. What virtue and ability can I enter the eyes of fellow Daoists."
"The realm of kendo is never based on cultivation." Xu Qingyue shook her head, "I like your sword."
He said, suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, dazzling.
He slowly pulled out the long sword behind him, laying it in front of him, and with a flick of his finger there was a loud and pleasant sword cry, "This sword is made of immortal extremely cold iron, and it is called Wuji. It weighs more than a thousand catties. It has the ability to break yin and yang, listen to it. Sound, I love you too."
He said two "likes" in succession, causing Chen Weiyuan's brows to jump slightly.
Jian Xiu wants to meet and make friends, more direct than ordinary people. Usually, the sword is used first, and if the other party approves it, it is faster than all other words.
Ye Yunlan is a Jianxiu, but no Jianxiu dared to get acquainted with him in the previous life. In this life, except for his apprentice, he does not intend to make friends with anyone.
He quietly glanced at Xu Qingyue, and slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
"This sword is named Queying."
Xu Qingyue praised: "The cold light is solitary and cold, the edge is hidden, and it is a good sword. As a sword cultivator I always say, people are like swords, and swords are like people. People who are lonely and lofty at that time have respect in their hearts and want to get acquainted with fellow Daoists.”
Ye Yunlan said coldly: "That's because you were just watching, but never really faced my sword." Those who have really faced his sword will not say things like "respect in their hearts". Only feel fear and disgust, treat him like a ghost, and avoid him.
Xu Qingyue blinked, a little puzzled, "What do you mean by fellow Daoist?"
Ye Yunlan looked at him quietly.
The night wind blew through his robes.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Xu Qingyue.
Xu Qingyue suddenly discovered that the person in front of her had changed.
If it was said that the other party had an alienation and indifference that was difficult for others to approach before, but now, it revealed the coldness and murderous intent that pierced the bone marrow.
He looked as if he was a soul walking out of the Yellow Springs of Hell, stepping on countless blood and bones, with the deepest death and the purest annihilation condensed on the tip of his sword.
Instinct resists with its own sword intent. Sweat flowed along Xu Qingyue's fair cheeks, and cold sweat also oozes from her back.
He felt his hand holding the sword tremble.
Vigorous blood flow in the body.
Is it out of fear
No, not only that, he thought.
Although she was born with a good skin, Xu Qingyue didn't have much perception of beauty and ugliness.
Not only to yourself, but to others.
But at this moment, he looked at Ye Yunlan's pale face, and the other party's Binghan murderous intention locked him, as if he was stared deeply by the ghosts in the yellow spring.
He was horrified, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he felt an almost thrilling beauty.
… In the dread of death and annihilation, he felt his heart pounding.
Xu Qingyue's sword fell to the ground.
Chen Weiyuan frowned, walked up and wanted to support him, worriedly called: "Qingyue."
Xu Qingyue didn't answer, gently pushed Chen Weiyuan away, squatted down to pick up the sword on the ground.
Ye Yunlan had already retracted the tip of the sword. Que Yingjian lay in his palm and let out a small scream.
Que Ying couldn't bear the sword intent that he completely released. Over the years, he has been consciously controlling himself. Even if he was insulted by Nangong Qing's words in the small town at that time, the sword intent he released was not three points when he was in his prime.
It's just that maybe it was because he met Chen Weiyuan, which aroused anger in his heart, and the sword intent that he just released was already eight or nine points.
Xu Qingyue couldn't bear it, it was normal. And like this, the other party will no longer be entangled in getting to know him.
"Shen Shu, let's go."
He retracted his sword and sheathed it and said to his side Shen Shu.
Shen Shu: "Master's sword intent is so powerful."
Ye Yunlan's eyes softened slightly, "If you practice diligently, you will be able to be like a teacher in the future."
Shen Shu looked at this man Xiao Shu's brows.
He has always known that his master is not as weak as his appearance. In the past few years of practicing swordsmanship, he gradually understood that the master's ability to possess such sword intent is not something that can be achieved by peaceful cultivation. The understanding of the Way of Destruction was so deep that it made him think for a while, and he felt distressed.
He will take him into his arms more than once to protect him from the wind and rain, but now, after all, the time has not come.
I had to whisper: "...Yes."
"Fellow Daoist Ye, wait a moment." When Ye Yunlan was about to leave, she heard Xu Qingyue's slightly hoarse voice.
He turned to look, and saw Xu Qingyue's red eyes, which seemed to be filled with fog, and seemed to be glowing with unusual light.
"Fellow Daoist's swordsmanship is superb, and Qingyue knows that it is far behind, and it is not enough to make friends with fellow Daoists." Xu Qingyue said, hesitated for a while, and suddenly clenched his sword and fists, "If you can, Qingyue has a bold request."
He leaned over deeply, "Please, fellow Taoist, accept me as a disciple."
Chen Weiyuan's expression changed.
"Qingyue, you are a disciple of Tan Qingzong, and you are a member of the Xu family. How can you be a teacher of a disciple of the Waizong?"
"Tan Qingzong is good at medicine, very few people practice swords, and today's swordsmanship is all developed by me. It's just that the way of kendo is long and far away, and it is difficult for one person to build a car behind closed doors." Xu Qingyue insisted, "Although I am a disciple of Tan Qingzong, It's no different from the name, I often feel that I don't fit in with the sect. If a fellow Daoist accepts me as a disciple, I can leave the sect at any time and go to Dongzhou to practice with you. My father has always supported me in practicing swordsmanship, and I will understand me if I come."
Shen Shu's complexion also changed.
Even though she didn't want to admit it, the Xu Qingyue in front of her was indeed very good-looking, and she even said that she wanted to leave the sect for the master and follow the master to Dongzhou - but Ye Yunlan said, "I will not accept any more apprentices in this life. .Shen Shu is my only apprentice. Fellow Daoist, please come back."
Xu Qingyue was anxious, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I sincerely ask—" Ye Yunlan stopped talking.
Xu Qingyue wanted to say something, but Chen Weiyuan took his hand and scolded, "Qingyue. Don't be rude any more."
Xu Qingyue was stunned for a while, and it took a long while to recover from the uncontrollable turbulent emotions that emerged in her heart after feeling Ye Yunlan's sword intent.
He practiced smoothly since he was a child, and he has never encountered rejection from others. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Yunlan's indifferent expression, only to realize that he had taken the liberty of being abrupt and might have made the other party tired.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. After being silent for a while, he finally suppressed his emotions and opened the Aoki Pill Box in his hand.
There is a blue-green medicinal pill in the pill box, and the aura of light green vegetation surrounds it, as if it contains endless vitality.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, this is a top-quality herbal rejuvenation pill, which has the effect of nourishing the meridians and rejuvenating dead trees." Xu Qingyue said softly, his eyes were still slightly red, and he didn't know if he was frightened by the sword intent or was wronged, but his voice The reply has been stable, "Whether Daoist is willing to accept me as a disciple or not, please accept this medicine pill. Daoist friend has lost his cultivation base, maybe this medicine pill will help Daoist friend's injury... This is also Qingyue. This time, the things that were supposed to be handed over to Daoist friends, Daoist friends don’t need to think too much.”
Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes and glanced at the medicinal pill in his hand, "I don't need the medicinal pill. My injury is not something that ordinary medicinal pills can cure."
"Then what kind of method can heal the wounds of the Taoist friend? I will find it for you." Xu Qingyue insisted, "I don't ask the Taoist friend to accept me as a disciple. two."
Ye Yunlan did not answer Xu Qingyue's question, but said, "My swordsmanship is not suitable for you." He understood that Chen Weiyuan, a dear friend in his previous life, was originally a swordsman.
For those who are obsessed with kendo, his attitude has finally lost a bit of indifference. "Your swordsmanship is pure, but you have less perseverance and fierceness. It is more than ordinary experience, and after a hundred years, there may be Theravada."
Xu Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and when she realized that Ye Yunlan was instructing him in kendo, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you... Thank you fellow Daoist for your guidance."
Ye Yunlan nodded lightly and said, "It's getting late, I have to teach my apprentices to practice swordsmanship, fellow Daoist Xu, let's just leave."
Xu Qingyue was lost, and after all, she was not retained.
The figures of the master and the apprentice gradually drifted away and disappeared on the moon shadow wall trail.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Yunlan didn't look at Chen Weiyuan next to him again.
As if he didn't exist.
This is the first time that Chen Weiyuan has been ignored by this in his life. He looked at the figures of the two of them and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Senior Brother Chen, is there really no way to heal the wound on his body?" Xu Qingyue was silent for a long time and spoke again, but the topic still revolved around the person just now.
Chen Weiyuan frowned slightly and said lightly, "Not necessarily."
After all, before Xu Qingyue could speak, he used his fingers to calculate the fate of the other party.
But only saw a blur.
It shouldn't.
He concentrated and calculated it again, but suddenly felt a suffocation in his chest, and his throat suddenly sighed, and a rust smell emerged from it.
Chen Weiyuan slowly swallowed the blood in his mouth.
This is the backlash that will be received by forcibly calculating things that are not suitable for calculation.
Maybe it's because the other party's cultivation realm far surpasses him, or maybe it's because this person has something to do with him.
It stands to reason that he should stop now.
He pondered for a while, but he seemed to have a hunch that he must know the answer today.
So he no longer hesitated, consumed the power of blood, and used the secret method of the family to make another calculation.
This time, a hazy response finally appeared in the unpredictable secret.
Chen Weiyuan's fingertips stopped in the void, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
The other party... was actually his destined Taoist companion.
But clearly ten years ago, when he calculated his future Taoist companion, the person whose fate was pointed to was Xu Qingyue.