"If you say that, there is disagreement in the human race." Shang Jiyu sighed, "We usually don't say that."
I don't know where this little Jiao grew up.
"That's because you guys aren't rough enough!" Xiao Shen said proudly.
Shang Jiyu: "..."
He grabbed Xiaoshen's hand, and said with a half-smile: "This sentence can't be said casually, you'd better be careful."
Xiaoshen felt that Shang Jiyu's tone was weird, and his fingers were not cool enough, even hot enough to make him uncomfortable. He just wanted to break free, so he gave him a light thump with the other hand in disbelief.
Shang Jiyu turned sideways to avoid the coquettish thump, and that hand lightly slammed on the thick city wall, piercing through.
A pot-sized hole appeared.
Ren Xiaoshen was not familiar with the human race, and he knew what the city walls were for. He glanced at them shyly, and then argued, "I wanted to hit you, so why did you hide?"
Shang Jiyu: "..."
The fallen bricks and stones smashed down from the outside, and the guards defending the city were immersed in the festive atmosphere. After being awakened, they looked up a few times and shouted: "What's going on, go and see!"
"Let's go, stay any longer, I'm afraid you're going to demolish this place." Shang Jiyu sighed.
…
For the old people who have lived in the Yuling Sect for a long time, it seems that every time before and after Jin Que's selection of immortals, it is rainy and there is a lot of rain.
The new disciples who joined the sect this year all lived in the Moyuan, and they would formally apprentice to each other after they entered the Jingning Realm. With the roots of the disciples of Yuling Sect, there are more and more in this period, and they continue to break through.
The record of the shortest time to enter the Ningjing Realm was Shang Jiyu's master Miaoxiang Yuanjun, this easy Yuanjun, only took seven days.
Just because of the "liar incident", the new disciples had been making trouble for a long time this time, fearing that they would be deceived. In the end, even Xie Kurong came forward and met them once. These things alone took several days.
The deacon in charge of recruiting failed to do a good job, complained in private for a long time, and then scolded Dongwei, why did you want to mess with that big clam? Even the cultivators can't beat it, and it caused me to make mistakes too.
A few days later, a group of new disciples were introduced to the Yuling Sect and visited Shulin for the first time.
"Later, let's go into the book forest together to take a look. This is the place that countless cultivators in the cultivation world yearn for. There are thousands of Taoism, all of which are in it. But be careful, you must not provoke the Mo Jing here, otherwise it is very likely They will drive them out. And don’t provoke Zhuhan here, he is more difficult than Mo Jing.”
The steward of the mill was a parrot with a hooked nose and a rough, powerful voice.
These days, everyone has learned some of the history of the Yuling Sect, and what Mo Jing is. It is said that it is a unique spirit of the Yuling Sect, and they only admire talented people. Zong, a young man full of hope and confidence, who doesn't expect himself to impress others.
Shufeng is also a new disciple of this group. There is a cousin in his family who has also embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals, but he just joined a small sect, unlike him, who was lucky enough to enter the Yuling Sect.
Back then, before all the relatives in his cousin's family passed away, he also came back twice, and talked about his experience of representing the sect in the Yuling Sect, but only talked about the book forest, especially the Mo Jing in the book forest.
Later, his blood relatives gradually died, and his cousin completely cut off contact with his mortal relatives and never came back.
But the Mo Jing mentioned by his cousin has always stayed in Shufeng's heart.
Now that he has stepped into the book forest himself, Shufeng can't hide his excitement. The steward said that they can take a look at the outermost area at will this afternoon-they are far from qualified to learn the Taoism here by themselves.
As for Mojing, they rarely appear on the outermost periphery, and can only be seen from a distance, with small black dots dancing from time to time, which is enough to make Shufeng's heart beat faster.
He walked among the bookshelves, and suddenly saw a seat by the window, a young man was lying on his stomach looking at a picture album, and there was a Mo Jing lying on his head. The young man is flawless like white jade, and Mo Jing is in the shape of ink wash. The picture makes people want to smile uncontrollably.
It's just that I didn't notice a little wind, that is, there was no one else sitting around the boy.
Shufeng couldn't help but walked over, and saw that what the young man was looking at was actually a picture album introducing Yulingzong, so he couldn't help asking: "Little brother, have you just come to Yulingzong too?"
The teenager looked up at him with wet eyes, "Yes."
"You didn't come in from Jin Que Xuanxian, did you? How long have you been advanced? I haven't seen you before." Shufeng's heart softened a little when he saw him, and he immediately became interested, "And this... this is Mo Jing, right? , how did you get it?"
"Let's just start a few months ago. I didn't do it, it came by itself." The boy said.
Shufeng saw the little ink Taoist, with a sword on his back, snoozing intimately on the boy's body. The little eyebrows and eyes were pretty, and his heart was itchy. He didn't expect that he was also a newcomer, and the boy could get close to Mo Jing, " Can I touch it?"
"It doesn't like others to touch it." The boy stopped him.
"But isn't it sleeping..." This is Mo Jing, Shufeng made a mistake, and stretched out his finger to touch the little Mo Jing's cheek.
Unexpectedly, the Mo Jing suddenly burst into flames, his eyes sparkled, he pulled out the sword behind his back and slashed, brushing against Shufeng's fingertips, he slashed on the table, leaving a deep mark.
If it wasn't for Shufeng's quick shrinking and Xiaoshen grabbing Yu Yi's collar, he would have lost his fingers!
Shufeng's face turned pale, just now he subconsciously screamed, and after a while, the steward came over and saw his face change for some reason, "What are you doing?"
"Hiss... I wanted to touch this Mo Jing just now." Shufeng said weakly, "I almost got hurt."
After he said this, the steward breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately scolded: "Didn't I say that Mo Jing should not be provoked, do you think you will never be able to enter Shulin in the future? You are the one to cry."
He is used to seeing a few brave and mean-spirited people trying to tease Mo Jing every round.
Fortunately, it wasn't the one next to him that this new disciple wanted to touch...
Shu Feng said weakly: "I thought this Mo Jing had a good temper, and he was still sleeping on his little brother's head."
Steward: "Who is the little brother?"
Boy: "Who is the little brother?"
Shufeng knew he was wrong, and said awkwardly: "I'm really sorry, because I have a younger brother who is about the same size as you, and looks a little like you."
The steward twisted his face, took a deep breath and said, "Stop talking nonsense, this is... the master of our Shulin, Mr. Xiaoshen."
"That's what you said..." The one who is more difficult than Mo Jing? But it's not like, he is obviously easy to get along with, Shufeng is not stupid enough, he quickly shut up before he finished speaking, and said: "No... but... He, he said that he also just joined Yuling Sect. "
Xiaoshen caught the unfinished meaning of that half sentence, and asked, "What did he say?"
The steward shouted in a hoarse voice: "The best is the first! What do you know! Follow me quickly!"
Xiao Shen: "Wait, what did you tell him?"
The steward grabbed Shufeng and ran away, "Don't bother sir, see you later!"
Xiao Shen: "..."
It can be seen that it is not a good thing to say! Note his face!
Also, am I really 'short'?
Yu Yi was still dissatisfied, and took advantage of Xiao Shen's belly to be distracted, and flew out, it hadn't hit Shufeng just now, Shufeng dared to touch it without authorization.
Xiao Shen followed Yu Yi out, but the steward had long since disappeared, and Yu Yi didn't know if he caught up. On the other hand, Xuan Wuzi, who had been squatting outside to pester Daomi, jumped up when he saw Xiaoshen, and shouted affectionately, "Brother Xiaoshen!"
As soon as Xiao Shen saw him, he wrinkled his nose in disgust, and turned in another direction.
"Brother Xiaoshen, Brother Xiaoshen, I'm here to offer a technique. The new technique I mentioned last time has been successfully achieved through my own efforts. I think you may also be very interested."
Xuan Wuzi said in a series of authentic words, "This technique is called the fortune-telling technique, which can surpass the fortune of the world, change the essence of the body, and make people grow three inches taller in an instant!"
Xiao Shen stopped in his tracks: "..."
Xuan Wuzi said cautiously: "Of course, when I said you might be interested, I didn't mean that you are short. You are still young, so you are an interesting little technique. And if I can get your support, it may be more perfect. "
Xiao Shen asked with a stinky face, "Successful? You haven't tried it for yourself, have you?"
"I have done several experiments on rabbits, and they are relatively successful, but there is still a little instability. The rabbit is five times bigger, so I hope to have your further support." Xuan Wuzi saw that Xiaoshen was loose, although his face was not good-looking, but I asked myself a question, and I was overjoyed.
Xuan Wuzi researched it by himself. He judged others by himself, and thought that Xiaoshen might also like it, so he wanted to impress Xiaoshen.
Xiaoshen didn't mind at first, but the human race seemed to like to talk about it. If he suddenly grew taller than Shang Jiyu, would he be shocked? Xiaoshen pouted, "Then you try again and show me."
"Okay, I'll take a look and try something out." Xuan Wuzi looked outside, caught a squirrel, fixed it in place, calculated its position, and cast a spell: "Angry is Yin, The wood energy is flourishing, the spirit and energy are combined, and all things are born!"
A blue light shot out from his fingertips!
But at this moment, a black dot flashed past, collided with the blue light and flew out.
"Yu Yi!" Xiao Shen yelled, he could clearly see that the black dot was Yu Yi who had just returned.
Yu Yi bumped into the bookshelf and was covered by a book, Xiao Shen went to open the book, and grabbed the dizzy Yu Yi, "Are you okay?"
Yu Yi shook his head, kicked his legs, wobbled and stepped on the sword again to show that he was fine.
Eh, by the way, the technique should be on Yu Yi's body, but it doesn't seem to have changed.
"Isn't it that you haven't grown taller?" Xiaoshen gestured with his fingers for Yu Yi, and it was still a little bigger than before, "Your spells are not good at all."
"Uh..." Xuan Wuzi was sweating on the tip of his nose, and he still tried his best to fight for it, "This ink essence is neither essence nor monster, it is the spirit of literature and ink. I have just researched the technique, so there may be some omissions. But I promise, It’s really effective on other animals, let me show you the big rabbit.”
"Next time!" Xiaoshen figured it out at this time, if he grows taller, Shang Jiyu might think that he was trapped by the human race's aesthetics, and would be happy instead. No, you still have to think carefully, anyway, Xuan Wuzi's technique is not perfect.
Well, after all, the aesthetics of the human race is too narrow, unlike our dragon race, which can always find the beauty of all races.
After one afternoon, Xiaoshen was about to leave the book forest amidst everyone's regrets.
It just so happened that those newly recruited disciples also boarded small boats one by one under the leadership of the steward, and wanted to go back to the Moyuan.
When they saw Xiaoshen, they all discussed in private, this young man didn't look like a human race, but unfortunately they had poor eyesight and couldn't tell what race he was like a disciple who had been in the cultivation world for a long time.
Only Shufeng knew that the boy was actually Zhuhan, and the steward said he was from the Shui tribe, and it was indeed similar to the impression he gave him...
Xiao Shen got into the boat by himself, and after a while, he felt a little bumpy.
When he was in doubt, suddenly a person below him fell into the air, and there were screams all around.
——The entire Ligou River, which had been suspended for many years, collapsed down along with the boats and people on the river! The water poured like a curtain!
Xiaoshen realized it all at once, or no one could react faster than him, this Ligou River was originally separated from Lan Yuze.
He swooped down, crossed the pouring Ligou River, hovered in the air, caught the entire long river with his hands in the air, and lifted it up!
For ordinary cultivators of the same realm, or even two levels higher, it may be difficult to completely control the entire Ligou River in an instant, but for Xiaoshen, it is as simple as breathing.
But the Ligou River was caught, the people and the boat were still falling, most of them were just beginners, without any cultivation level, they were terrified, they screamed again and again, shouting the name of the steward of the mill for help.
At this moment, the only cultivators on this section of the river are Xiaoshen and the steward of the Moyuan. The steward caught the few around him quickly, and he is not a high-level cultivator. He is only responsible for taking care of the daily life of the new disciples.
On the other hand, disciples who lived on the flat ground under the river or other mountain peaks noticed the movement and came out one after another. Seeing people falling from above, they were about to move, but they saw that someone had already caught them all—
Everyone else called the steward, but Shufeng, maybe because he knew that the deacon was higher than the steward should be, so he called Xiaoshen, "Mr. Zhuhan!"
When Xiaoshen heard that he was called, he glanced at Shufeng, kicked the clouds under his feet, and separated into many clouds, and then caught the new disciples who were scattered by the steward.
Then, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:
Oops, now my water is on the top, although it is an accident, but rounded up, wouldn't it be counted as being at the bottom of the water, picked up, human race, and a large number.
Picking up too many brides at once, isn't it...
Everything happened in an instant, the people and the river were all caught, and there were still some small boats, which were smashing down.
Xiaoshen didn't take these things seriously, his dragon scales were hard, wouldn't it be as easy as being in the rain.
But Xiao Mojing Yu Yi was very loyal to his boss, flew to the front of Xiao Shen, drew his sword from behind, and slashed at one of the boats that was about to land on Xiao Shen's head.
The moment Yu Yi drew his sword, there was a flash of blue light, the villain with the size of his fingers suddenly became taller than Xiao Shen, and the ink sword flicked and cut the boat in two neatly!
Mo Jing retracted his sword behind him, then looked at Xiaoshen, his sword-sharp eyes turned dull—
Mo Jing, who looks like a human but not human, is still in the shape of ink, his whole body is shiny black, only his eyes are silvery, his hair is white, and the corners of his clothes and the tip of his sword are still smeared like thick ink, but zoom in. , but don't be a bit detached.
Except for the color, if you zoom in, the facial features are almost indistinguishable from the stone statue of Yu Zhao that Xiaoshen saw on the top of Yuguan Cliff that day!
It's just that compared with the real Yu Zhao, Yu Yi, who is staring intently at Xiao Shen, has another difference, that is, the lack of human touch, and the special black and white ink shapes, even a little strange.
This distance is not the measure of politeness between human races. He leaned slightly, his face was very close to Xiaoshen, and he was not breathing, his ink-like hair almost brushed Xiaoshen's face, his eyes seemed to have no emotion, but his movements were extremely concerned...
Ligouhe gradually broke away from Xiaoshen's control and returned to its original position.
Someone shouted from behind: "Xiao Shen."
Only then did Xiao Shen come back to his senses, looking back, it turned out that it was Shang Jiyu who had rushed over, and it was the one he liked.
Shang Jiyu was familiar with the Yuling Formation, and after setting up the Ligou River, he looked not far away, and saw the young man and Mo Jing, who somehow became the size of an ordinary person, standing side by side, very close.
When the young man looked at it, Mo Jing also turned his face, with such a size, he looked even more similar to Yu Zhao.
It still treats Xiaoshen as usual, but in the past it could only hug Xiaoshen's fingers, but now it can hold Xiaoshen's wrist.
Shang Jiyu's heart was suffocated, and the cold eyes and eyebrows were once clouded.
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Yuyi plus, or matte black... no, ink black version Yuzhao