"This is called Liuxian Valley? It seems to be a very special place." Seeing a stone tablet erected in front of him, Ji Shaoyu was still thinking about something, but Chan'er had already ran out.
In Ji Shaoyu's puzzled and surprised eyes, the black silk dyed like ink fluttered in the wind, and the long and elegant skirt fluttered among the flowers, as if turning into a butterfly among them. A crystal-clear long sword appears in the hand, as if it has enlightenment. The graceful figure jumps, jumps, or spins, with infinite charm, bringing people into the tranquility after the new rain in the empty mountain. Like a mountain spirit, dancing among the flowers.
The breeze lifts the clothes, and each sword move touches the fragrance of fallen flowers. The leaves and flowers are flying around her, and in a trance, they are as vivid as colorful butterflies, with wisps of fragrance, which is intoxicating.
Chan'er's expression is joyful, her shape and appearance are relaxed, and she seems to have devoted all her body and mind to this alluring sword dance. Sometimes Yun's hands are relaxed, and the long sword in his hand is like a master's calligraphy and painting pen, flowing with clouds and flowing water. Sometimes the jade sleeve is blown by the wind, like a pen moving around like a dragon painting a painting, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing in excitement, and the sword is swaying like a rainbow.
Her figure is as light as a swallow nestling in its nest, soaring like a crane roaring in the sky, leisurely and gentle, as light as the wind. Although she is dancing lightly in the world, people feel that she is flying in the nine heavens. Every light jump touches people's hearts, lest she suddenly rush to the moon like Chang'e. She seems to be so close, but also It seems to be far away from thousands of mountains and rivers.
"Spiritual Heart Sword Dance!" Ji Shaoyu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to see this alluring dance. This is the supreme swordsmanship of the Yinkui sect. When dancing the sword, the form and spirit become one. Every time the sword is danced, one's own cultivation level can be increased, which is natural. Only in the state of harmony between man and nature can this set of swordsmanship be performed.
Chan'er suddenly stopped, holding the sword behind her back. Looking back at her, she lifted up her slender hands, revealing her bright white wrists. Ice skin and snow skin. There is a flow of brilliance in the crystal, and the blue hair dances with the wind, and there is a hint of intoxicating fragrance in the wind. The gauze on her face fell off at some point, revealing an alluring face, like an oval face outlined in pen and ink, with picturesque brows, shoulders as if they were cut into pieces, and a slender waist as if restrained, showing graceful and exquisite curves. It's like gathering the aura of heaven and earth. Zhong's creation is as beautiful as the elves depicted in the fantasy novels of the previous life.
Ji Shaoyu couldn't help but high-five and praised, "The scenery is beautiful, the people are beautiful, and the swordsmanship is also beautiful."
Chan'er smiled and said delicately, "Thank you for your compliment. Chan'er won't refuse!"
Ji Shaoyu couldn't help but smile and picked up the veil that had fallen among the flowers. Handed it to Chan'er, "Return your veil."
Chan'er was startled and reached out to touch her face, only to find that the gauze used to cover her face had fallen off, but then she took the veil nonchalantly and said. "If you drop it, just drop it. It's not a loss if you see it anyway."
Chan'er casually put on her veil. This seemed to be the rule of the Yin Kui sect, when she was not in the Purple Bamboo Forest, or when outsiders came to the Purple Bamboo Forest. Disciples of the Yinkui sect must wear veils to cover their faces. Probably because most of the Yinkui sects are young and beautiful female disciples, in order to prevent the disciples from becoming emotional towards others, it is also a way to hide the disciples' faces.
"Is your name Chan'er?" Ji Shaoyu asked, probably because they were familiar with each other. Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er were walking on the path among the flowers.
"Yes, my full name is Chan'er." Chan'er responded while admiring the scenery in the valley.
Ji Shaoyu was paying attention to his surroundings to prevent possible changes. Ji Shaoyu asked again, "What's your last name?"
"I don't have a surname. Master picked me up outside the Purple Bamboo Forest. I only had a jade pendant with the word 'Chan' on it, so Master named me Cicada. As for my surname, it doesn't matter whether I have it or not." Cicada. Er said without caring at all, as if he didn't want to know who his biological parents were.
In this regard, Ji Shaoyu didn't intend to ask further, so he changed the subject, "Did your Jingdun awaken in the wilderness?"
"Well, it was an accident four years ago in the wilderness. I heard from those disciples of the Holy Ji Sect that you also received the inheritance of the ancient powerful and awakened the blood of the ancient gods in the wilderness a year ago, but your The opportunity is much better than mine, and I have also learned the space magic and the Five Spirit Escape Technique." As for the story of Ji Shaoyu and Mo Lanlin, there is also a fight with the great elder of the Shengji Sect, the leader of the Huajian Sect, and the former leader of Hehuan Dao. Chan'er also heard about the fight, but she didn't say it out loud. This was also the reason why she treated Ji Shaoyu differently.
"What a beautiful gardenia!" Suddenly, in front of Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er, a piece of green leaves and white flowers appeared, fragrant, elegant and beautiful, like a fairy on the waves, standing gracefully on the clear waves, especially moving.
Indeed, Ji Shaoyu has seen many gardenias, but this is the first time Ji Shaoyu has seen such beautiful gardenias. In other words, every flower in this valley blooms particularly beautifully.
Chan'er bent down, picked off one of the gardenias, and used Crystal Escape to condense it into a crystal that would never fade. She turned back to Ji Shaoyu with a happy smile and said, "Is it beautiful?"
Ji Shaoyu didn't say anything like "flowers are alive, and it would be cruel to pick them off." Ji Shaoyu was not a literati who lamented spring and autumn, but simply nodded and said, "Beautiful!"
"Send it to you!" Chan'er just did it casually, looking at Ji Shaoyu with clear and smart eyes. She didn't know that gardenia had a kind of flower language in Ji Shaoyu's previous life, which symbolized "eternal love and agreement, which lasts a lifetime." Waiting".
Ji Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. He just calmly took the gardenia that turned into crystal. Of course, Ji Shaoyu was not so naive as to think that Chan'er was saying something to him. Ji Shaoyu said, "Thank you!"
In this beautiful valley, it was rare that there was no fighting or the constraints of the master's rules. Chan'er was as happy as an elf, with a charming smile on her pretty face, "You're welcome."
Along the winding path, through the woods and flowers, Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er finally saw a building, a hut made of bamboo and wood. Just when Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er were on guard as if facing a formidable enemy, an old man The voice came from the hut, "You are finally here, but I have been waiting for a long time."
Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er looked at each other, lowered their guard slightly, and opened the door. What they saw was a mahogany Eight Immortals table, a chess game, and a gray-haired old man. At this time, the old man was looking at him with a smile. Ji Shaoyu and Chan'er.
"you are?"
"The immortals in Liuxian Valley are the immortals in chess!" (To be continued.)