Tian Yuan

"We are friends. Isn't it okay for you to teach my disciples?"

Peach Blossom Fairy adopted Chen Qingyuan's previous words and sounded serious.

"With you here, it's enough."

Just giving some advice to a little girl, the Peach Blossom Fairy leaked something casually between her fingers, and it was enough for her to take a long time to understand.

"My way is not suitable for her." Although Xuanling Holy Land carries the Taoism of Peach Blossom Fairy, Su Qianran majors in swordsmanship, and many things are not suitable: "If you have the intention to give her some advice, it can save her many years of hard training. The road ahead is long and there is no more confusion.”

It was not that Su Qianran deliberately practiced Taoism that was different from that passed down in the Holy Land, but that he was born with extremely high talent for swordsmanship.

"Free?"

Chen Qingyuan is more concerned about this.

"Nonsense." Peach Blossom Fairy glared and said, "Tell me with your conscience, how many benefits you have gained since you met me. I want you to show me how the younger generation can come up with so many demands."

"Okay, I'll find an opportunity to teach you my experience."

Now that the talk has come to this point, Chen Qingyuan has the nerve not to agree.

"That's pretty much it."

Satisfied with the answer, Peach Blossom Fairy smiled happily.

Chen Qingyuan is proficient in many sects and can be called an all-rounder. For him to come forward to solve the puzzle is a great blessing that can only be encountered but cannot be sought.

Peach Blossom Fairy has a little exposure to the art of weapons, but is not very good at it. In his peak years, he suppressed the heroes of his generation by virtue of his high level in the art of magic.

The next few days were calm and everything was fine.

Now that she knows the identity of the Patriarch, Su Qianran will definitely not act like a saint, but will serve her wholeheartedly, without any complaints in her heart, and she feels very honored.

It is natural to pour tea and water for our ancestors. Others want to beg and serve, but they don't have the chance.

Just like the previous few days, Su Qianran came in to serve tea and served two plates of carefully selected high-quality spiritual fruits.

Just as he was about to leave, Chen Qingyuan stopped him: "Saint, please stay."

"What else can you do, sir?"

Su Qianran turned around to face him, took one look, and immediately lowered her eyebrows.

"I would like to ask, can you take a look at the saint's sword?"

For the sake of Peach Blossom Fairy, of course Chen Qingyuan had to do something practical.

After hearing this, Su Qianran subconsciously moved her gaze to Peach Blossom Fairy, with a hint of questioning in her eyes to see what the Patriarch said.

Peach Blossom Fairy returned a soft look, said nothing, and nodded.

With the signal from the Patriarch, Su Qianran lowered her guard. With a thought, a light white three-foot sword appeared in her hand. She held it in both hands and said in a soft voice: "The name of the sword is Lenge."

"Ding!"

Chen Qingyuan's right index finger flicked, causing the sword to float away, making a soft and cheerful clang sound.

not against?

Su Qianran was connected with Linge Jian and knew the sword's current state. She was very happy and did not resist at all. This is the first time I have encountered this situation.

Looking back on the past, even if the Holy Master and others wanted to observe, the sword would tremble uncomfortably.

Why is this happening today?

There was a look of surprise in Su Qianran's eyes.

"A top-grade holy soldier, not bad."

Chen Qingyuan commented on the grade of the sword. It was a rarity anywhere.

By observing the sword, one can see Su Qianran's level of swordsmanship and also discover his shortcomings.

"Om-"

The sword floated into Chen Qingyuan's hand, emitting a soft sword light, like ripples on the water.

In just a few moments, the answer came.

Su Qianran is currently in the third realm of swordsmanship, returning to his original nature. The road ahead is confused and I can never take the next step.

As for Chen Qingyuan, although he is not a pure swordsman, his understanding of the way of swordsmanship has reached its peak, the realm of divine connection. Looking at the current world, the number of people who can reach this level is definitely no more than two palms.

"Ding......"

Holding the sword in his right hand, he flicked it with his left hand, causing the sword to vibrate slightly and make a tremolo sound.

"Here you go." Chen Qingyuan returned the sword.

The sword seemed a little reluctant to part with it, and the trembling amplitude increased significantly.

Looking at the situation in front of her, Su Qianran was stunned.

It was obviously his birth sword, but he was inexplicably disliked.

This feeling is very weird and uncomfortable.

Then, Chen Qingyuan took out a blank jade slip, entered it with his spiritual thoughts, and wrote down his swordsmanship experience. Not long after, he withdrew his spiritual thoughts and presented the jade slip: "Take it and have a look, maybe it will be helpful to you."

According to Su Qianran's personal situation, he specially wrote a true explanation of kendo. This kind of treatment is something that countless swordsmen wouldn't even dare to think about in the realm of China.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you put it away quickly?"

Seeing Su Qianran's slow movements, Peach Blossom Fairy quickly reminded her.

"Yes." Su Qianran immediately stepped forward and held the jade slip hanging in front of her tightly in her hand. Immediately, he bowed and thanked: "Thank you sir."

Although I don’t know what is inside the jade slip, but looking at the solemn look on the ancestor’s face, it must be very important.

Before leaving, he bowed to the two of them again and walked out with graceful steps.

"This girl is a bit stupid. If it were me, I would definitely take the opportunity to ask for more benefits."

Peach Blossom Fairy shook her head helplessly.

"How can someone else be as shameless as you if you are a girl?"

Chen Qingyuan sarcastically said.

"When it comes to being thick-skinned, how can I compare with you." Peach Blossom Fairy snorted coldly: "You have the nerve to ridicule me, you are really shameless."

"Wang Peach Blossom."

Chen Qingyuan smiled evilly.

"You bastard, don't call my name!"

Hearing the sound, Peach Blossom Fairy's eyelids trembled, for fear of being overheard, she cursed loudly.

"There are no outsiders here, don't panic."

Chen Qingyuan said with a smile.

"Whether there are outsiders or not, just shut up."

In order to show sincerity, Peach Blossom Fairy revealed her real name. Now, I regret everything.

Tell me under a false name?

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, but it’s easy to see through.

The real name is like a special symbol, imprinted on the soul.

At that time, when the contract of cooperation was signed and the oath of heaven was made, one should sign the real name and engrave the natal path pattern, otherwise it would not be effective.

"How about you bring out a few jugs of good wine and shut my mouth."

Chen Qingyuan is really shameless.

"If you want to drink, just say it, don't do these things."

Wang Taohua scolded those bastards and took out the wine from the bottom of the box. She had black lines all over her face and said she was unlucky.

"We still have a few days to get there. Let's have a drink and pass the time."

Drinking is secondary, the key is to see the embarrassment on Peach Blossom Fairy's face, so that Chen Qingyuan can be in a happy mood and be drunk.

At the same time, there was another elegant courtyard in the warship.

When Su Qianran returned to her residence, she looked at the jade slip in her hand with curiosity and penetrated it with her spiritual consciousness.

This exploration is like a frog jumping out of a well and seeing the vast world.

There are no words to describe the shock in my heart.

Her beautiful face turned pale, and she was as stunned as a tree.

A sense of awe arises spontaneously. Of course, there is also gratitude, and a sense of inferiority that looks up to the sky, as small as dust.