I fight the heroes with my beauty

Elder Qingyue chuckled, "You are quite confident."

"Master, please allow me to go to the Conquest of the Deer." Xiao Yun lowered his head and said.

Elder Qingyue raised his chin, "Last time you begged me to go to see the Grand Master Appreciation Ceremony of the Supreme Elder, and I was confused. Do you want to participate in the battle for the stag, or do you want to see someone?"

Elder Qingyue had seen Su Ming's demeanor that day, he was indeed a rare person, but following a cold-faced and cold-hearted person like Yu Juechen, he might turn out to be another stone in the future. .

Xiao Yun's gaze paused, and he just repeated: "Master, please allow me to go to the Battle of the Contest."

Elder Qingyue put down the teacup in his hand, "There are still three months before the battle for the stag, if you can break through to the Golden Core cultivation base within these three months, I will grant your request, how about it?"

Today's Xiao Yun is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, breaking through to Jindan's cultivation level is either difficult or not.

After all, this is the foundational stage right now, if one forcibly improves one's cultivation, it is very likely that one's strength will be reduced instead, which will definitely be harmful to one's future cultivation.

However, Xiao Yun's eyes did not hesitate for a moment, "Yes, this disciple will definitely break through to the Golden Core cultivation base within three months."

Elder Qingyue stretched out his hand to prop up his chin, with a smile that was not a smile, "Although you have joined my sect, my sect has always been relaxed. If you have done something outrageous for your cultivation, don't blame me as a master for cleaning up the sect." .”

"The disciple dare not."

"Really." Elder Qingyue smiled, but he was disdainful in his heart.

He has long seen that Xiao Yun's cultivation method does not look like a serious Taoist cultivator, and he still hopes that there will be some big troubles in Yunxiao Xianzong, anyway, he is not sincerely for Yunxiao Xianzong's good.

It's just that if Xiao Yun's talent is really outstanding, maybe he can be included in the monster clan.

Their lineage of the monster clan has always been hostile to the decent sects in the cultivation world, and they have suffered a lot of embarrassment over the years. The monster king has been elusive and invisible all these years. If it weren't for this, why should all the monster clan be human with their tails between their legs.

Thinking of this, Elder Qingyue's tone softened, "I see that the exercises you practice seem to be talisman cultivation? There are a few books on talisman cultivation in my library in Qingfeng. You can find them if you need them." Let's take a look, it's just that the teacher has no strengths in talisman repair, otherwise I can teach you personally."

Because Elder Qingyue suddenly remembered that back then he seemed to have snatched a few talisman cultivation books of magic cultivators and put them in the Library Pavilion. Follow his arrangements in everything.

Xiao Yun frowned slightly, but said respectfully, "Yes, thank you, Master."

"Well, it's okay, you can go down."

Xiao Yun lowered his head, then slowly turned around and left from the hall.

Xiao Yun didn't raise his head until he got out of the main hall. He looked at everything about Qingfeng without emotion. He was good at spell formations. The moment Qingfeng stepped in, he felt something was wrong, as if there was some huge formation hidden inside. in.

As for what this formation was for, although Xiao Yun didn't know, he didn't realize that this formation did any damage to them. It should be for sealing or some kind of restriction.

Xiao Yun also felt that his master in name was a bit strange, but now that he was under the roof, he had to bow his head a little bit.

Xiao Yun raised his head and looked in the direction of Shangjun Peak. It is said that Shangjun Peak is deserted all year round, covered with snow all day long, and it is quiet and lonely. I don't know if he can adapt to being in Shangjun Peak.

But Shangjun Peak is honorable, not only ordinary disciples, even many elders dare not set foot on it, presumably without those harassing people, that person will feel much cleaner.

But now, he can only look in the direction of Shangjun Peak day after day at Qingfeng.

Qingfeng is good at everything, and nothing is bad, but the sea of ​​stars that fills his eyes every night is moving. Whenever at night, Xiao Yun often cannot help but look up at the stars in the sky when he is drawing and drawing spells , so bright and brilliant.

Much like those eyes.

Some people's eyes are beautiful in pity, some people's eyes are beautiful in brightness, and some people's eyes are beautiful in cleverness, but those eyes are different. Although they look at the most deserted snow mountain, when those eyes look at you , but you seem to fit in with the stars in the sky, as if you are in a brilliant galaxy.

Whenever this happens, Xiao Yun will hold the written spell to calm down for a while, and then continue to hide his thoughts and continue to draw his own spell.

Xiao Yun doesn't trust anyone, and he doesn't have anyone trustworthy in this world, and he was a little self-defeating before, but now Xiao Yun wants to gradually become stronger and stronger, so that it will always be closer, after all, he is alive, always to do something.

So he can only continue to cycle day after day.

The talismans he drew became more and more refined, but they were also vaguely at the top. If he wanted to take a step further, he should almost have to break through his cultivation.

Xiao Yun didn't feel that these days were hard, but he was looking at the sunrise every day, but his mind was inevitably a little dazed.

Of course, it wasn't easy for Su Ming either.

He has been concentrating on cultivation for more than two months, but his master comes out to teach him from time to time, even teaching him some basic sword skills.

His master is No. 1 in the world of swordsmanship. Although Su Ming's own strength is not very good, the advantage of having a good master is that the sword moves that Su Ming occasionally uses are quite similar, but the basics are not good enough. , The chassis is unstable, but these cannot be done quickly, and can only be done slowly.

Finally, when Su Ming was tormented on Shangjun Peak until he didn't know what Xixi was, his master finally decided to take him down the mountain.

As for what to do down the mountain, Yu Juechen didn't say anything, and Su Ming didn't dare to ask.

After all, with the strength of his master, he might not be able to do something well, so when Yu Juechen led Su Ming all the way to the more remote and desolate place, Su Ming finally felt guilty.

'Fucking system, what on earth is my master going to do? He doesn't want to take me to practice penance. '

[With the strength of your master, do you still need to practice hard? 】

'What if he can't think about it? '

[Do you think everyone is a sand sculpture like you? 】

'Don't force me to die with you! '

【Come on, I'm ready, labor and management have long wanted to kill you! 】

'... Next time, my uncle is here today, it's not convenient. '

【…】

The system turned around and went offline, it owed his host too much.

In fact, it’s nothing to go down the mountain to practice. There are also many masters who take new disciples and take them out to practice together. I don't want to come out at all.

Isn't it nice to be on Shangjun Peak? The puppet disciples are waiting for you, and you are slowly practicing your swordsmanship. If you have nothing to do, you can watch the moonlight and enjoy the sunrise.

Finally, when the sky was getting dark, Yu Juechen stopped in a wasteland. He saw that there were lonely hills all around, and he could occasionally see a few dead trees. The dry branches made people feel a little uncomfortable. .

Su Ming subconsciously looked towards his master, "Master, where are we going?"

Yu Juechen lowered his eyes, took out two white things with dry bones from the ring, threw them out casually, and immediately turned into two puppet fairy boys. The fairy boys looked like they were born with red lips and white teeth. With two lights on, in such a desolate night, it was a bit weird to watch.

The two puppet fairies first nodded to Yu Juechen in salute, and then walked towards the north and south with the lights, step by step, but they didn't hear a sound.

It wasn't until the two puppet fairies could only see two blurred figures that they stopped, and then stood there quietly holding a lamp, as if suppressing the entire world, a strange aura Surrounding this small world suddenly, Su Ming frowned subconsciously.

Su Ming has always felt that his master is a bit strange. He is obviously the best sword in the world and cultivates the righteous way. Why do he have so many evil spells in his hands? But Su Ming can only feel depressed about this matter, he is not at all Didn't even dare to ask.

Yu Juechen took out a white cloth, and then stepped on a stone randomly, he slowly stepped forward and sat down cross-legged, as if he planned to practice like this for one night.

At this moment, the moonlight is dim, and Su Ming can only vaguely see Yu Juechen's appearance.

So, isn't Shangjun Peak fragrant?

Why do you have to come out and suffer!

Su Ming also walked towards Yu Juechen, took up a small piece of white cloth, and sat down cross-legged to take a rest.

It was okay at the beginning, but when it got deeper and more exposed, Su Ming was a little cold, and subconsciously moved a little towards Yu Juechen, and then moved a little further, Su Ming looked at his master, but closed his eyes. Eyes, I don't know if I fell asleep.

Su Ming yawned cautiously. He was really sleepy. His cultivation base was low, so he couldn't stay energetic for a long time. He had to rest every day. Fortunately, he didn't need to eat after building the foundation, otherwise it would be too much for him now.

In the end, Su Ming was so dazed that he couldn’t help but leaned against Yu Juechen and took a nap for a while. Yu Juechen’s eyelashes moved slightly when Su Ming approached him. He slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Su Ming, but he didn’t wake Su Ming up. leave.

In fact, counting Yu Juechen's past, although he was young and famous, he rarely had close people around him, and now he is the first to be accepted as a disciple, so naturally he doesn't know how to teach his disciples, so Yu Juechen has always been conniving Su Ming.

Not only conniving, but even tolerant of all of Su Ming's shortcomings, whether it's mediocre qualifications or rude behavior, Yu Juechen tolerated them all.

At this moment, the wind blows late at night, and the sound of the wind "rustles" with a cool feeling. Su Ming, who is sleeping soundly, subconsciously squeezes into Yu Juechen's arms, as if he found a comfortable position and falls asleep again.

Yu Juechen's body stiffened for a moment, then he relaxed again.

At this moment, he had no intention of cultivating, he just looked at the east, the dim moonlight fell on his body, leaving only a very faint shadow, and the shadow moved strangely like an illusion.

No sleep for one night.

Yu Juechen has seen the sunrise many times. He was arrogant when he was young, and he has traveled to countless famous places in the cultivation world, such as lonely smoke in the desert, clear tea in the south of the Yangtze River, broken walls and cliffs, and surging rivers. He has seen too many scenery, so naturally he will not It is easy to be moved by any scenery.

Until the first ray of blood-red light fell on the ground, it was the moment when darkness and light were officially opposed. Yu Juechen lowered his head and slid his fingers gently across Su Ming's cheeks, which was extremely gentle and seemed to be an unconscious movement.

Then Yu Juechen gently pushed Su Ming away, and summoned back the two puppet fairies holding lamps in the north and the south.

When the two puppet fairies came back step by step, Su Ming seemed to feel something. He stretched out his hand and looked around lightly, then opened his eyes in a daze to look.

Not Shangjunfeng.

Yu Juechen stood against the light and could only see his figure, which was extremely sacred.

Su Ming was stunned, turned his head slightly, and it took him a while to react and get up quickly. He didn't sleep well last night, but he slept soundly. His cultivation level is low, and he is not used to sitting cross-legged at night to practice.

"Master." Su Ming lowered his head and shouted.

He didn't do anything out of the ordinary last night.

"Let's go." Yu Juechen said calmly as he took the two puppet fairy boys back into the ring.

Yu Juechen saw that Su Ming's expression was slightly different, and said again, "Go to Yuzhu Forest."

Polygonatum grove?

It sounds familiar, Su Ming frantically searched around in his mind, and suddenly realized.

Polygonatum grove? !

So isn't that the ghost king's lair?

No way, his master plans to go to the ghost king's lair again? !