When it was dawn, Xie Bian got up, he turned over and got out of bed deftly, landed silently, glanced at Fan Wuxi who was still asleep, tucked the quilt lightly for him, and went out .
The morning in the mountains was very cold, and every breath he inhaled was as clear as swallowing a handful of frost and snow. It was heart-burning and exhilarating, and the feeling of being muddled was swept away, and he woke up completely.
He thought about it all night, but he couldn't figure out why he resisted the gossip platform, and even fainted, let alone that unbelievable dream. Fortunately, he is optimistic by nature, and he is not a person who likes to be in the dark.
In fact, he vaguely felt that this incident might have something to do with his previous life. As a dark general, he knows that people cannot completely erase the traces of his previous life. Po Meng's five-flavored ecstasy soup is to make people forget their memories, not to erase them , memory cannot be erased, but forgotten things can be remembered. It's just that the vast majority of people, throughout their lives, will only occasionally have a brief flashback when encountering a similar situation, only feel that it seems to have been similar, and don't understand what it means.
It is very likely that he had been to the Baguatai in his previous life, and some major events had happened. This time he revisited the old place, and his memory flashed back. It's just that I don't know if that dream is also related to the previous life, it's better not to, because the him in the dream obviously has no good end.
Xie Bian decided not to ask for troubles or to think wildly. He pulled out Peixue, concentrated his attention, and practiced the sword seriously.
Fan Wuxi woke up when Jie Bian got out of bed, but he didn't get up immediately, but rolled up the bedding that still had Jie Bian's body temperature and lingering fragrance, closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.
When he got out of bed and walked out the door, Xie Bian was dancing his sword on the edge of the cliff.
The handsome young man in white clothes dances with his sword under the cover of clouds and clouds. The silvery sword light casts a magnificent afterimage among the green peaks and beautiful mountains. , Surrounded by auspicious aura, it seems that it will become a fairy in the next moment.
Fan Wushi's mind was shaken, he flew over, Ting Mo came out of the sheath, intersected with Pei Xue's edge, there was a crisp "clang", echoing around the wall for a long time.
Two shadows, one black and one white, the white one is like paper, the black one is like pine ink, the pen moves like a dragon and snake, its wings fly like a phoenix, lingering until the sea of clouds creates waves, gradually there is white in black, black in white, black and white, There are four images and gossip.
Black and white yin and yang, unity, opposition, mutual transformation, ebb and flow, the infinite unity, is called the Tao.
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Xu Mao interrupted this duel without a winner.
Xu Mao specially came to visit Xie Bian, and also offered an elixir: "Master Master Wuchang was very worried when he heard that Immortal Lord Wuchang was in poor health, so he sent me this Zhenyuan Jade Pill, which can soothe the nerves." Supplementing qi can also benefit cultivation, and I hope Immortal Lord Wuchang will accept it."
It takes a lot of treasures from heaven and earth to make this kind of pill, and you can't get it if you have money outside, so you need a monk to go to the cloud to ask for it in person.
Xie Bi'an was a teacher of Zhong Kui, so he had a lot of knowledge, and he also felt that this pill was a generous gift, much thicker than their birthday gifts, but when he was away from home, it represented the face of the teacher, so he couldn't show timidity, so he cupped his hands and said with a smile : "Thank you, Daoist, the younger generation will be disrespectful."
"The visitor is a guest, if you feel uncomfortable in our Wuliang sect, how embarrassing we are."
The two were polite again, and Xu Mao asked: "Oh, Mr. Lan said he wanted to come and see Master Xiaobai. Since you are fine, are you..."
"Master Lan?" Xie Bian's eyes lit up, "Brother Lan is here?"
"Yeah, I arrived yesterday. I sent a message last night. Why, Mr. Fan didn't tell you?"
Fan Wuxi said with a wooden face, "Forgot."
Xie Bian smiled and said: "I guessed before, whether Big Brother Lan would come to celebrate his birthday on behalf of Yueyue Pavilion, and he really came. Wuxin, let's go, I will take you to meet Big Brother Lan."
Fan Wuxi didn't want to see any bullshit "Brother Lan", but he wouldn't let Xie Bian see him alone either.
On the way, suddenly two or three disciples hurried past them, and they all gathered in one direction.
Xu Mao grabbed a disciple and asked, "What are you doing so recklessly? Didn't you see the distinguished guest?"
"Senior Brother Xu." The disciple saluted, "Senior Brother Song and Young Master Lan are discussing each other on the gossip stage. It's rare to see the confrontation between Wuliangjian and Junlanjian."
Xu Mao's eyes lit up: "Master Xiaobai, let's go and have a look."
Xie Bian's heart skipped a beat. One was Li Buyu's closed-door disciple, a well-known one-armed swordsman throughout the world, and the other was a magic weapon tempered by holding a Shennong tripod. Young Pavilion Master, this competition is destined to be extremely exciting, of course he wants to watch it, but when he thinks of the Bagua TV...
Fan Wuzhen grabbed Xie Bian's wrist: "We won't go."
"What's wrong?" Xu Mao was puzzled.
Jie Bi calmed down: "It's okay, I want to see it too, let's go."
The three of them ran to the gossip stage, and saw that on the platform that seemed to be floating in mid-air, one blue and one blue were facing each other, swords and flowers were flying, the speed was so fast that they almost dragged afterimages around their bodies, the master's moves were brilliant and wonderful , the gossip stage was already surrounded by disciples of the Wuliang Sect and guests who came to celebrate the birthday.
Xie Bian instinctively didn't want to get close to the gossip table, and only stayed a little far away, so he could see all the sword moves clearly.
Xu Mao exclaimed: "It's been a long time since Senior Brother Song is serious. If Senior Brother Song doesn't make a move, he will amaze everyone."
Both of them didn't make a sound. They had learned how powerful Song Chungui was, and the reason why he was able to get away from this person last time was because he didn't chase after him fiercely. Otherwise, they might be undefeated if they teamed up, but they would definitely suffer heavy losses.
"However, Mr. Lan's Junlan swordsmanship is well-deserved. Otherwise, Pavilion Master Lan would not devote all his efforts to cast a sword for him with a Shennong cauldron. Although his cultivation and swordsmanship are slightly inferior to Senior Brother Song, But with this magical weapon in hand, it is considered evenly matched."
Although Fan Wuxi was unhappy, he had to admit that this Lan Chuihan was not the embroidered pillow he had imagined. Although this person's love affair was as famous as his swordsmanship, he did not lose his mind.
Xie Bian couldn't stop saying, "Awesome, wonderful."
Fan Wuxi asked: "How far has Song Chungui's Infinite Sword practiced?"
"It is rumored that he has reached the eighth form, but no one has seen Senior Brother Song perform it."
"Where's Li Buyu?"
"Uh..." Xu Mao was surprised.
It is disrespectful to call the venerable by his name directly, not to mention that Li Buyu is still the most respected person in the world of cultivating immortals. Xu Mao has never heard anyone dare to call him by the name of his venerable master so brazenly in his life, so he was stunned for a while.
Xie Bian was also surprised: "Wuyin, why are you so rude!" He hurriedly apologized to Xu Mao, "I'm really sorry, my junior brother, he was a teacher of casual cultivators when he was young, and his etiquette is not very thorough, and there is no lack of etiquette." Don’t be surprised if you look at the real people.”
"It's okay, it's okay." Xu Mao wiped the sweat off his face with a dry smile.
Fan Wuxi curled his lips in disdain, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. It's a great irony that the kid who chased after his elder brother's ass back then, that duplicitous villain who was obedient to others, has now become the leader of the world of cultivating immortals.
The two people on the gossip stage, they clicked as soon as possible, they were afraid that they would get angry if they continued to fight, and they couldn't help but get serious.
"Ah, they're done." Xie Bian walked over and shouted from the audience: "Brother Lan!"
The people on the stage turned their heads when they heard the sound. He is wearing a blue shirt and jade belt, embroidered with orchids with hidden cloud patterns. He is tall and straight, outstanding, and his appearance is even more handsome. His pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes are full of affection. When he smiles, he responds to the sentence - people are like Zhuozhuo spring willows , Bone romantic, off body gentle.
With such an appearance, he deserves to be hailed as the number one son in the world.
Lan Chuihan flew down, and landed in front of Bian in a cool way, and smiled in surprise: "Bian!"
"Brother Lan, long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been almost three years." Lan Chuihan looked Xie Bian up and down, reached out and touched his head, and said softly, "I remember the first time I saw you, you were only eight or nine years old, and now you are It looks like an adult."
Fan Wuxi narrowed his eyes.
Xie Bian laughed and said, "I've been an adult for a long time, and I already have juniors." He showed Fan Wushi to Lan Chuihan as if offering a treasure, "Brother Lan, this is my junior brother. Excellent."
Lan Chuihan looked at Fan Wushi with a smile: "I have heard that to be accepted as an apprentice by a celestial master must be the quality of arrogance."
Fan Wuxi looked at Lan Chuihan with a cold face.
Xie Bian slapped Fan Wuxi from behind.
Fan Wuxi cupped his hands reluctantly: "I've seen Mr. Lan."
"Mr. Lan, the Junlan swordsmanship just now really amazed me." Xu Mao complimented.
"The real person won the prize. Compared to Brother Song, I still..."
"Immortal Immortal Lord, don't come here unharmed."
At some point, Song Chungui had already walked in front of them, looking at them indifferently.
Xie Bian's expression froze, and he saluted uncomfortably: "Song Zhenren."
Xu Mao said unexpectedly: "Senior Brother Song, have you met?"
"It's a long story." Song Chungui made a "please" gesture with his one arm.