Xue Zhengyi was practicing swordsmanship in Beifeng, and suddenly a begonia flower fell from the sky. He snorted, wiped his sweat with the towel, and took the begonia, saying to himself: "Yuheng's communication Begonia? I can't do anything. Come over and tell me yourself? When did he get lazy like this?"
Having said that, Xue Zhengyi still took out the golden light from the begonia stamens and put it into his ears.
An unfamiliar child's voice came from inside: "Honorable Lord, please be free, come to the red lotus water pavilion..."
Xue Zhengyi didn't believe it originally, but when his sword fell in front of Chu Wanning's mansion, he was completely stupid.
In the pavilion beside the lotus pond, a child who was only about five or six years old stood with his arms and hands, staring gloomily at the lotus leaves. From the side, this person's face is like frost and snow, his eyes are like mysterious ice, and he is wearing Chu Wanning's robe, but this is too wide for him, the sleeves and hem are all dragged on the ground, it looks like only Dragging a pond fish with a flowing giant tail.
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
The child looked back, with a look of arrogance that I will die for you if you dare to laugh.
Xue Zhengyi: "Pfft hahahahaha!!!"
The child slapped the table and said angrily, "What are you laughing at! What's so ridiculous!"
"It's not that I didn't laugh - ah ha ha ha, oh no, Yu Heng, I asked you to go to Elder Greedy Wolf and take a closer look at the wound, but you didn't listen, ha ha ha ha, it's ridiculous." Xue Zhengyi laughed. , "I've never, I've never seen such a murderous child, ahahahaha."
This child is not someone else, it is Chu Wanning who found his body shrunk after waking up. Jin Chengchi penetrated the vine willow on his shoulders and I don't know what magic spell he carried, which would make people turn into the appearance and figure of five or six years old. Fortunately, the mana did not go backwards, otherwise Chu nightning felt that he could really die. .
Xue Zhengyi smiled and went to find him a little disciple's clothes.
After Chu nightning changed it, it finally didn't seem so funny. He sorted out the gauntlet with the blue bottom and the silver edge, raised his head and glared at Xue Zhengyi, and then said fiercely: "If you dare to say it, I will kill you."
Xue Zhengyi haha said: "I won't say it, I won't say it. But what do you do like this? I don't know medical skills, so I have to find someone to see it? Or I will invite the greedy wolf elder... "
Chu nightning slapped his sleeves angrily, but found that the little disciple's clothes were narrow-mouthed and tight-sleeved, and there was no momentum in the wave, and he was even more upset: "Please do what? Let him laugh at me?"
"Then why don't I let Zhuojing come and see?"
Chu nightning pursed his lips and did not speak, but he looked a little wronged.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as you agree?"
Chu nightning turned around and faced him with the back of his head. Xue Zhengyi knew that he was depressed, but this strange scene was too funny. After holding it for a while, he didn't hold back, and burst into laughter again.
When the sky was called, Chu nightning said sternly: "You laugh again!"
"I don't laugh anymore. I don't laugh anymore. I'm going to find my lady, ah ha ha ha."
Xue Zhengyi ran away in a hurry, and it didn't take long before he brought an anxious Mrs. Wang over. As soon as Mrs. Wang saw Chu Wanning, she was stunned, and she couldn't believe it for a while.
"Elder Yuheng..."
Chu nightning: "..."
Fortunately, compared with Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang is really a kindhearted doctor. She didn't laugh at Chu Wanning, but carefully looked, heard and asked, and then said softly:
"The elder's spiritual power is flowing smoothly, and his physical condition is no different. It seems that it is no different from usual except that he has become a child."
Chu nightning asked: "The lady knows the method of cracking?"
Mrs. Wang shook her head and said, "The elder's injury was caused by the ancient willow vine. There is probably no second case in this world. So I don't know how to deal with it."
Chu night Ning suddenly lowered the eyelashes curtain, and was speechless for a long time, apparently a little stunned.
Seeing this, Madam Wang couldn't bear it, and hurriedly said: "Elder Yuheng, in my opinion, the reason why you have become like this should be that the twig used in the willow tree to repair and heal itself has invaded your wound, not evil. mantra. Otherwise, it won't happen at this time. I think that kind of branch fluid is very small, because you have been too busy and worried for days, so you let the mantra control your body. It's better for you to have a good life and raise it for a period of time, and then look at it. Happening?"
After a while of silence, Chu nightning sighed and said: "It can only be like this. Thank you Mrs."
"You are Welcome."
Madam Wang looked at him carefully again, and then said: "The elder looks like this now, if you don't tell it, no one will be able to see it."
She said it well. Chu nightning has long forgotten what happened when he was five or six years old, but looking at the reflection in the lake at the moment, except for some facial features, it is not particularly similar to the adult self. My heart was finally a little wider, and I looked up to Xue Zhengyi and said:
"Honored lord, I'm going to retreat in the red lotus water pavilion these few days, Xue Meng and the others, please take care of you."
"What is this, Meng'er is my son, Ran'er is my nephew, and the teacher is the disciple of life and death, of course I have to take care of it." Xue Zhengyi smiled, "You still care more about yourself."
However, Chu nightning meditated and practiced for three consecutive days, but did not see the body return to its original appearance, and could not help but worry more, and it was even worse than the "good life will be raised" that Mrs. Wang said.
This evening, Chu nightning finally couldn't help being irritable. Seeing that Qingxiu was fruitless, he simply went down to Nanfeng and walked around to relax.
At this time, the dinner hour has passed, and the night practice has not yet started. The empty valleys and the corridors, bridges and pavilions at the top of the dead are full of disciples in groups of three or five, and no one notices him. Chu nightning wandered around and went to a bamboo forest near the platform of good and evil.
All the elders have their own practice grounds that they are used to occupying, and they often bring their apprentices to practice in a fixed place. Chu nightning used to go to this bamboo forest.
Bamboo shadows are bleak, and thousands of leaves are loud. Chu nightning folded a leaf and blew it slowly against his lips. The quiet and fine music made him feel a little calmer. But not long after, a footstep sounded from far to near and stopped near him.
"Hey, kid."
Chu nightning opened his eyes.
Xue Meng is standing proudly in the Xiulin with thin waist and long legs, holding the sword dragon city with a cold light, and is talking to him.
"I'm going to practice knives here, you blow it elsewhere."
"..." Chu night Ning raised his eyebrows slightly, this feeling is really strange, Xue Meng actually commanded him. He thought about it and said, "I blow mine, you practice yours, and don't disturb each other."
Xue Meng said: "How can it be? Go fast, my blade will hurt you."
"You can't hurt me."
Xue Meng was a little impatient, and he snorted: "Then I can remind you, and if you are injured later, I will not take care of you." The voice fell, the saber came out, and Longcheng made a vigorous contending, Like a snake in a subterranean abyss rising up on a cloud, breaking through the sky and roaring.
In an instant, the light and shadow in the forest were mottled, and the sword was like a rainbow. Xue Meng danced the dragon city into an afterimage in the flying of the bamboo leaves. Under a split, a bamboo leaf was broken into ten strands. Between the cuts, the bamboo did not fall. Falling leaves. A little bit, a thorn, a swipe and a horizontal, all in one go.
He is such a sharp swordsman, not to mention a five-year-old child, even a fifty-year-old overhaul would praise him when he saw it.
But after Xue Meng's ten-style dance, the child sitting on the stone was still blowing his leaves.
Xue Meng was a little angry, took the knife, jumped down from the top of the bamboo forest, and fell lightly in front of Chu Wanning.
"child."
"… "
"Hey kid, what about you?"
Chu nightning put down the bamboo leaves, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him blankly: "What? Your master didn't teach you to be polite when talking to people? Don't feed it as soon as you speak. I have a name."
"I don't care what your name is." Xue Meng originally wanted to speak well, but when he heard his mouth, he was thorny, and suddenly lost his anger, "Give me a side, you can see it, the sword does not have long eyes, Be careful I'll slash your head with a knife."
Chu nightning said casually: "You can't even avoid my head, what else do you practice?"
"You!" Xue Meng has been contradicted like this since he was a child, not to mention that the other party is still a junior disciple who is not as tall as his thighs, he was immediately embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "You talk to me so much, no big or small. ,Do you know who I am?"
Chu nightning glanced at him lightly: "Who are you?"
"... I am the young master of the dead." Xue Meng was almost suffocated. "You don't even know this?"
Chu nightning smiled slightly. The smile on his original face would look very mocking. On this childish and lovely face, it would be even more mocking.
"Young master is nothing more than a respected master. Why do you have to know."
"You you, what did you say?"
"Put down your arrogance and practice your sword."
After Chu Wanning said this, he lowered his long eyelashes on his own, and slowly blew the bamboo leaves.
Xue Meng was really going to be mad, and screamed, and he actually had a blast with a child. But no matter how angry he was, he didn't want to hit the child, so he had to go up into the forest and chop and slash. In an instant, the trees fell and fell, and he danced a violent and dangerous sword technique in this empty quiet song.
His knife was fast and ruthless, and when the light of the knife flickered, the tips of dozens of green bamboos were cut into blunt thorns. If you are attacking the enemy, these blunt thorns should be sharp needles that blow your hair and break your hair, but teach the younger disciples of your own sect, just click until you reach it.
Hundreds of blunt thorns fell straight towards Chu Wanning. Seeing that he was about to hurt people, Xue Meng swept away, ready to fall down, and took this ignorant little disciple to avoid.
He didn't really want to hurt the child, he just wanted to scare people. Unexpectedly, just as he flew down, the child stopped playing and flicked the green bamboo leaves on his fingertips, and the thin bamboo leaves instantly shattered into hundreds of filaments at his fingertips.
Almost instantly, the hundred strands of filaments attacked the falling blunt stab precisely.
The wind seemed to freeze.
Chu nightning stood up, and at the same time, a hundred blunt thorns instantly turned into powder around him.
Ashes!
Xue Meng was stunned, standing in the same place, his face was red and blue, and he couldn't say a word.
The childish boy in front of him raised his eyelashes, and the silver-blue disciple's clothes fluttered. He smiled at Xue Meng: "Are you still coming?"
Xue Meng: "..."
"The sword is fierce, but it is incoherent. It is too impatient."
Xue Meng opened his mouth and closed it again.
Chu nightning said: "Come back from the spirit bird style just now, you dance again according to my song, I finish a section, you hit a style, can't be faster."
Being pointed by the child like this, Xue Meng's face was even more ugly. He bit his lip and didn't move. Chu nightning didn't rush him, just waited on the side, waiting for Xue Meng to let go of his body for practice, and would rather listen to one The words of half a child.
After waiting for a while, Xue Meng suddenly stomped his feet in frustration, threw his sword, and turned away.
Chu nightning saw him leave with anger, and his expression was slightly bleak. In the heart, Xue Meng can't be taught in such a way, it's a pity...
However, before he could finish thinking about it, he saw him pick up a branch on the ground again, and when he turned around, he said in a bad tone: "Well, then I'll use the branch, in case it hits you."
Chu night Ning paused, with a smile on his lips, he nodded and said: "Okay."
Xue Meng picked a bamboo leaf for him, wiped it clean, and handed it to him: "Hey, little brother, give you this."
In this way, it becomes a "child", a "little brother"
Chu nightning gave him a funny look, took the leaves, sat back on the stone, and slowly blew up. Xue Meng was in a hurry. In this sword technique, there was a swipe in the air. When turning around in the air, he stabbed six times and then slashed again. However, Xue Meng couldn't grasp the speed, and often stabbed more than ten times before hitting a blow, and that blow had missed the best time.
Five or six times in a row, Xue Meng didn't dance right, the more anxious he was, the tighter his brows became.
He was anxious, but he glanced at the child sitting on the stone blowing bamboo leaves. Seeing that although he was young, he was calm and didn't complain at all, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed.
So I cheered up and practiced several times in a row, and gradually found some feeling in the music. Xue Meng didn't think he was happy, and then he jumped and stabbed. When the moon was hanging high and the time was late, he could finally do it without any mistakes, and swayed this sword technique completely.
Sweat condensed between his dark brows, Xue Meng wiped the towel, and said with great joy: "Thanks to you today. Little brother, which elder's disciple are you? You are so powerful, why did I never know you before?"
Chu nightning has long thought about it. There are so many disciples of Elder Xuanji that he may not even remember all the disciples himself, so he put away the bamboo leaves and smiled slightly: "I am the disciple of Elder Xuanji."
Xue Meng seemed to be quite disdainful of Xuanji, and snorted: "Oh, that broken king."
"The King of Ruin?"
"Ah, I'm sorry." Xue Meng misunderstood the accident in Chu nightning's eyes, and thought it was because he contempt for the child's master, making the other party unhappy.
He smiled and said: "It's just a private name. Your master has too many apprentices, and you won't refuse. The junk is talking about the untalented apprentices he accepted, not that Elder Xuanji is not good. Brother, don't mind."
Chu nightning: "...Do you often nickname the elders in private?"
The author has something to say:
Xue Meng: Today I met a child who is very powerful, but I always feel that something is wrong.
Xue Zhengyi: (in a panic) What's wrong
Xue Meng: The look in my eyes is not right.
Xue Zhengyi: ... Maybe you provoke others... It's normal to notice you...
Xue Meng (angrily flips the table) No! There was no worship in the eyes he looked at me! Do you know what it feels like to be looked down on by a child less than one meter from the aura
Xue Zhengyi: …