When Luo Yuqing walked back to the cultivator of Tingyu Pavilion in a trance, suddenly a closed black gold fractured fan was blocked in front of her.
"Fellow Daoist and stay."
The voice of the person holding the folding fan was elegant and gentle, like a clear spring and flowing water. Luo Yuqing raised his head and saw a handsome white-clothed monk standing in front of him, his eyes seemed to contain stars.
She looked at the other party's deep black eyes, and suddenly a shuddering spirit was all over her body, and she woke up from the trance, and the inexplicable fear that lingered in her heart also faded like a tide. She looked back, only to see that the person who had just spoken to herself had gone too far? A young man in black was running alongside him.
She was a little confused at first, and then turned into fear, turned around, and recognized that the person in front of her was the young pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, who had several relationships, and she said, "Thank you, pavilion master. Help, otherwise the rain will almost get into the heart."
Chen Weiyuan still stared at the two people in the distance, and said with a slight smile: "It's just a small matter, don't you think about it, fellow Daoist?"
Luo Yuqing still had lingering fears, "Can the young pavilion master recognize those two? Especially the black-clothed cultivator who just walked out of the Heavenly Step, his eyes seem to be able to confuse people's souls. Not to mention that he will be able to reach the top of the Heavenly Step within ten days. There is really no one before. But such a person, Yuqing has never heard of it before."
Chen Weiyuan said, "I know my teacher well. I have met this apprentice a few times, but today, it gave me a lot of surprises." He retracted his folding fan and tapped the palm of his hand. Smile, showing a little meaning.
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As soon as Ye Yunlan set foot on the mountain road, Shen Shu approached and said, "Master, it's a long way down the mountain, I'll take you for a ride."
"Oh?" Ye Yunlan turned her head sideways with a hint of surprise on her face, "Have you learned how to control the sword??"
Generally speaking, apart from some secret techniques, sword cultivators can only practice sacrificial swordsmanship? The sword can only be steered after the spiritual sword of life. Since the day Shen Shu practiced the sword, Ye Yunlan has been collecting materials to create an excellent spirit for Shen Shu. Sword, and the materials at the Tonglingjian Cultivation Market have finally been collected, and will be able to start casting after returning to the sect
Shen Shu said: "I got some Taoist inheritance from the ascending steps, and I can fly with my sword for a while." He formed a seal with his palms, and the iron light in his hand floated to the two of them. At the same time, a sword light spit out from the sword. , enough for two people to stand above.
Shen Shu jumped on the sword, bent over and stretched out his hand towards Ye Yunlan, "Come."
The hands of the youth are broad and powerful? Ink hair long eyes, deep eyes.
Ye Yunlan glanced at her quietly, raised her hand to hold it, was pulled up by Shen Shu, and quickly stood on the flying sword.
"Although this mortal iron can still fly with a sword for a short time," Shen Shu stood behind him and said with a low smile, "But, my disciple is still most looking forward to the spirit sword that Master refined for me..."
The laughter was deep in his ears, making Ye Yunlan's body slightly stiff.
His fingertips hanging by his side were stiff and curled up, and he said lightly, "Don't you mean you want to eat apricot cake? Hurry up."
Shen Shu laughed again and said, "Okay."
The flying sword shone with aura, and drew a long mark in the void.
Although Tianchi Mountain has a ban on the air, it only requires that the flying height of the instrument cannot exceed the ground. Under the control of Shen Shu, Fan Tie's long sword swept across the mountain road at the speed of the wind, and the cold wind blew his robes, which was a little cold, but in the next instant, Shen Shu's hands were wrapped around him? His waist, spiritual power Turns into a barrier to isolate the cold wind.
Feijian has reached the maximum height of Tianchi Mountain. The pale white mountain fog is shrouded in mist. From the air, you can see the winding mountain road, and the willows and flowers beside the mountain road.
Shen Shu said: "When the disciple has his own life-soul spirit sword in the future, and cultivates the real sword-fighting method, he can fly with the master for a long time. Yanhui Peak is not far away, and there is a valley of red flames, which blooms gorgeously in spring.
Ye Yunlan did not speak.
He remembered that a long time ago, he also flew with the sword with others.
But, that was a long, long time ago.
At that time, he and Mozun lived in seclusion in Zhongzhou for more than ten years.
Their identities were exposed and they were besieged by Xianmen.
Mozun was seriously injured, and took his Yujian out of the heavenly net arranged by Xianmen.
The other party hugged his waist tightly with his hands, resting his head on his shoulder.
The cold wind was cold, and the blood slowly seeping into the clothes on his shoulders was hot.
He turned his head and saw that the other party's hair was messy and tangled in one place, almost indistinguishable from each other.
The Asura Sword is a sword of evil slaying, with a violent temperament, and other than the Demon Venerable, no one can even touch it.
However, Shura Sword did not reject him.
The Demon Venerable's chest heaved up and down, and the bloody breath was sprayed in his ear.
Until this time, there was still no panic in this man's voice, as usual with a low-pitched laugh.
"Does it look good?" Demon Venerable said.
Standing on the Shura Sword, he saw a golden field on the ground stretched across the horizon, connecting with the orange-red sunset.
So he said softly: "It's beautiful."
The devil said: "You used to live in a sect to practice. After you entered my magic palace, because of my own desires, I taught you to stay by my side all year round. Later, because of me, you were trapped in the Buddha Tower for a hundred years." The other party coughed lowly. He said, "The world is vast, and there are many scenery you haven't seen before."
"Xianchang, I'm not? After that, should you go more? Look at this world."
After a hundred years, he looked all over the world.
A tender cry suddenly sounded.
"Chirp!"
A bright yellow hairball protruded a small head from his collar, and Black Doudou's eyes curiously surveyed the flying world around him.
Shen Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled again: "Master, where is this little chick from?"
Ye Yunlan said: "I met by chance in the mountains, and I followed it myself."
Shen Shu: "Master kept him by his side, did he treat him as a pet?"
Ye Yunlan made a light "um"
"I didn't know that Shizun has the leisure to keep pets..." Shen Shu pulled the chick out of Ye Yunlan's clothes, "Since it's a pet, does it have a name?"
Ye Yunlan: "No."
Shen Shu said with interest: "No? What if I gave it a name?"
Ye Yunlan: "...as you go."
"You're born with such a fluffy and lovable appearance," Shen Shu looked at the chick, his tone a little more "lovable", a malicious crimson flashed across his pupils, " No? What if it's called a hairball."
The chick fluttered its wings in Shen Shu's hands, and shouted "tweet", seemingly dissatisfied with the name.
Shen Shu: "Master also thinks this name is not wrong, right?"
Ye Yunlan didn't speak, but raised his hand to take the chick back from Shen Shu's hand, and rubbed its fluffy head with his fingertips.
The little chick rubbed his palm, unwillingly quiet down.
The two soon came to the small town at the foot of the mountain.
After buying the apricot flower cake, he came to a lakeside grass. Shen Shu sat on the grass with one leg bent and his long sword beside him. He frowned when he ate it, and occasionally commented: "Sweet? "
"The apricot blossoms have been kept for too long, and they are not fresh enough, and the mung beans are not ground enough."
"The steaming time is not enough, not fluffy enough."
Ye Yunlan sat aside, leaning against the tree trunk, quietly watching Shen Shu.
Mottled tree shadows hit his face, covering his expression.
He held the blue longevity flower that Shen Shu forcibly stuffed back with his fingertips, and put the other hand on the grass, with the fur ball bouncing around his hand.
After Shen Shu finished eating the last piece of apricot flower mung bean cake, he looked over lazily.
"The apricot flower cake in this mortal town doesn't actually taste that good."
"Or after returning to the sect, the disciple will make it for the master to eat, okay?"