Sword Qi Hengqiu

Bian Chenwu lowered his eyes and said: "It's senior... No, Uncle Shi told me not to pester me."

"I'm telling you not to force entanglement. It's not fair to Qiongye. Besides, feelings can't be obtained by force entanglement. Being too aggressive is counterproductive and not good for your ability." Ling Rangjin smiled, "Now I I didn't ask you to take it by force, I think Qiong Ye clearly has the intention, if you give up here, you will miss it. What is going on with the two of you now?"

Bian Chenwu said indifferently: "If I propose to be together, he will run away. If I cool down, he seems to be missing something. But even if we were on the verge of breaking up before, and you chased me to the lonely mountain, he is still the same as before. Same, I always think about me when there are good things. So I can't let it go."

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment, always feeling that his apprentice was a bit cheap and panicked: "It's because he hasn't understood his mind yet, you can find an opportunity to let him understand his true thoughts."

This touches on what Bian Chenwu is not good at, he pondered for a long time: "How do you find this opportunity?"

Ling Rangjin, who was not very proficient in this matter, also thought hard: "Find a chance for him to be a hero and save the beauty?"

Bian Chenwu's face was paralyzed: "Is he beautiful or am I that beautiful?"

Ling Rangjin thought about it, and found that if Bian Chenwu was in danger, it would be a good idea for his opponent to kill Feng Qiongye: "Then if he is in danger, it would be a good idea for you to save him."

Bian Shenwu twitched the corners of his mouth: "Uncle Shi, your apprentice can do nothing else. Yu Jian is better at escaping than me. I'm afraid that when the time comes, he will drag me and run quickly, and there will be no room for me to perform."

Ling Rang, whose own love path was not going well, had nothing to do. The two looked at each other for a while with sad faces, and the immortal patted Bian Chenwu on the shoulder: "Come on?"

Bian Shenwu was about to speak when he heard someone hurrying towards him. The two of them turned their heads and saw that it was a disciple of the Immortal League holding a letter.

Ling Rangjin's face changed slightly when he saw the envelope.The envelope was specially made, black paper sprinkled with gold, printed with golden patterns, and the three characters Su Yinshan were written in gold ink on it.

Ling Rangjin was all too familiar with that handwriting, which was chic and unrestrained.

The disciple of the Xianmeng confirmed his conjecture as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master, Gushan Demon Venerable is here to fight."

In the 200 years since Ling Rangjin left Xianmeng to recuperate, Bu Fanshuang never delivered a letter of war, but now that it reappeared, everyone in Xianmeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Because as long as Ling Rangjin was around, Bu Fanshuang's interest in the Xianmeng would only be in the leader of the Xianmeng.If Ling Rangjin was not around, if Bubu Fanshuang suddenly wanted to beat up Xianmeng, then Xianmeng would be powerless to fight back.

Ling Rangjin reached out to take the letter, and after opening it was Bu Fanshuang's handwriting: "During the retreat, I learned a new trick, see you at Linyueya in three days."

Ling Rang would like to cover the letter and said to the disciple, "Tell Qiu Changtian to go out with me in three days."

After the Xianmeng disciples took the order to go down, Bian Chenwu said: "It saves me from going to Gushan."

"..." Ling Rang didn't answer, and after thinking for a while, he said to Shen Wu, "Send someone to watch Qiu Changtian for a few days, and then send some people to pay attention to the movement of Linyue Cliff."

Bian Chenwu said: "Uncle Shi, what doubts do you have?"

"Fanshuang is the person who knows me best in the world." Ling Rangjin said with a smile, "If Qiu Changtian is not him, then maybe it is just a coincidence. If Qiu Changtian is really him, he just guessed that I was going to Gushan to visit him The details, so I delivered it to my door. But it doesn’t matter, whether you go to Gushan or Linyueya, I can tell if it’s him.”

Linyue Cliff is a beautiful cliff with a big tree and snow-white flowers.Talking about swords under flowers is naturally extremely elegant.Another interesting point here is that it bears snow all year round, but the snow is not cold, and people lying on it are like lying on soft cotton.There is also a hot spring not far away, but the hot spring was bought by Mozun 800 years ago, and ordinary people cannot enter it.

If you don't come here to fight, even if you come here for a tryst.

After Ling Rangjin arrived, he asked his disciples to withdraw, and Bu Fanshuang went in first. Because everyone knew that they were going to compete with swords, no one came to join in the fun. He was afraid that he would be accidentally injured after watching too much fun, and he himself would become a crowd.

Ling Rangjin looked back at the casual Qiu Changtian, and said with a smile, "Follow me."

Qiu Changtian answered with a sword in his arms, and after all the disciples of the Xianmeng had left, he walked up the mountain road with Ling Rangjin.

"From now on, you will be Zhili under me and be my guard." Ling Rangjin said with a smile, "Did you feel wronged?"

Qiu Changtian smiled: "The Immortal is a role model for my generation, so I naturally wish for it."

Ling Rangjin lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Have you ever been here?"

Qiu Changtian said: "I've been here once, the scenery is good."

Ling Rangjin said: "That day when I asked you to write the last sentence of the poem, this is what you thought of."

Qiu Changtian tilted his head: "The waning moon shines on the solitary shadow? Then I am harassing everyone in Luohua, but it is also suitable for the occasion. Speaking of which day, did the immortal go to give gifts to Lord Yin? I have heard about their Yunmeng in the past few days. The building person said, you like Yin Louzhu."

Ling Rangjin laughed: "The brocade box you took that day was the elixir that I asked Master Yin to examine. Elder Suzaku gave it to me. I was afraid that there would be something wrong, so I asked her for help."

Hearing this, Qiu Changtian raised his hand and touched his chin: "So that's it. I said that the brocade box smells like medicine. I still want to give a gift to my sweetheart. I shouldn't give medicine."

What he said was a bit yin and yang, but it had the meaning of before Qiu Changtian.Only the two of them knew about the matter of delivering the medicine to the poem, not even the orange cat, besides, the cat was only enlightened and could not speak, and was forced to follow everywhere by Qiu Changtian on his shoulder every day stir up trouble.Thinking. In the autumn, Changtian will not be full of girlish feelings. When I go back, I will tell the cat that he and the immortal have a poem against each other.

It would be terrible if Qiu Changtian did something to teach the parrot to read Lang's poems.

Even if it is said, the cat will probably run away quickly.

Thinking about it this way, Qiu Changtian in front of him is undoubtedly himself.After all, Bian Chenwu personally watched the person, and Ling Rangjin personally brought it out today. Before leaving, the cat cheered and jumped up and down several times, as if celebrating that the unreliable temporary owner had finally left.

Could Bu Fanshuang on the mountain be himself?

Ling Rangjin thought about it calmly, and when he stepped on the last stone step, he saw Bu Fanshuang in black, standing under the moon watching the falling flowers.の???津?瞾坞*家*の

Bu Fanshuang is himself.Ling Rangjin was sure at the first glance.

No one knows Ling Rangjin better than Bu Fanshuang, and no one knows Bu Fanshuang better than Ling Rangjin.

The person he loves is also the enemy for life. If Bu Fanshuang can pretend to be someone else, he may have doubts and is not sure, but if someone pretends to be Bu Fanshuang, he is sure that he can recognize it at a glance.

Ling Rang turned his head to the side, and said to Qiu Changtian who was staring at Bu Fanshuang: "You retreat to the bottom of the mountain and wait for me."

Qiu Changtian looked at Bu Fanshuang with hostility: "Lord Gushan? It's not too bad."

Bu Fanshuang heard the movement, turned around and glanced at Qiu Changtian, and suddenly smiled: "This is your new guard?"

Bu Fanshuang stood in front of the flowers and under the moon, smiling so much that it could be called a smile, but it was so murderous that no one could ignore it.

Ling Rangjin: "..."

He inexplicably felt that he seemed to have caused some terrible jealousy.

Bu Fanshuang continued to laugh and said, "You never bring any guards, why did you choose him? What if he plots against you?"

Ling Rangjin spread out his fan, shook it slowly, and silently dispelled the sword energy shot from the opposite side, intentionally or unintentionally: "Fan Shuang is too worried."

"Mozun himself has evil intentions, so he sees that no one is a good person." Qiu Changtian lazily said, "I just admire Xianzun."

Bu Fanshuang smiled even more: "Oh? There are many kinds of admiration, which one are you?"

"Naturally, I have no other intentions, and regard the immortal as the kind of lamp in the middle of the night." Qiu Changtian asked, "Is there anything else?"

Ling Rangjin coughed: "It seems that I am fighting the Mozun today, not you two, are you? Chang Tian, ​​you go back to the foot of the mountain and wait for me."

Qiu Changtian still wanted to talk, but Ling Rangjin raised his eyebrows: "Hurry up."

Just as Qiu Changtian was about to leave, Bu Fanshuang said leisurely with his hands behind his back: "It's best to remember what you said today, if one day your so-called admiration changes, the gentle immortal in front of you will transfer you without saying a word." Under the hands of other people, the treatment will naturally not be bad, even better than being with him, but it is difficult to get close to the water."

As soon as Qiu Changtian stopped, Ling Rangjin saw helplessness and said, "Okay, let's go."

In the end, the new guard went down the mountain aggrieved, and squatted on the stone at the foot of the mountain to remove petals to play.A black shadow flashed past, "Qiu Changtian" didn't raise his head: "Why are you here?"

The visitor squatted down: "I heard that our cat guardian was forced to pretend to be the Lord, and we had to recite the love poems written by him, and we had to pretend to be brave to hate the Lord, and even pretend to be jealous. Sneaking out to catch fish on such an errand with the Lord, and now it’s so miserable, it’s really a good reincarnation hahahahaha."

Wen Li, who was pretending to be Qiu Changtian, sneered: "Pavilion Master Xiao, if you talk nonsense again, I will bury you on the spot."

"Hey, isn't the Master insisting that the demonic energy of the Immortal Venerable may not be cleared? He said that he will go up first, and if he finds something wrong, he will tie up the Immortal Venerable and let me diagnose the pulse." Xiao Wei followed Wen Li and sat on the stone , "Of course I have to come and wait for my orders. It's just that the two of them are romantically up there, and we're tired of seeing each other here. Oh, don't be so foolish. Let him live."

Xiao Bi said that Bu Fanshuang, who was in full swing on the mountain, leaned back and leaned against the tree: "I'm not right? You value him now, and if he really dares to touch your opponent, you will transfer him away. This I've seen it many times."

"Yes." Ling Rangjin smiled, "But he didn't do anything, are you jealous?"

Bu Fanshuang seemed to think of something, her eyes darkened, she didn't answer, she just twirled a fallen flower with her hands, and flicked it to Ling Rangjin: "Take the move first."

Ling Rangjin raised his hand to block it with his fan, and the flower fell on his folding fan, but suddenly scattered, turning into thousands of flying flowers, and slowly falling around Ling Rangjin's side.The bright moon was in the sky, and the remaining snow fell on the sparse branches. Following Bu Fanshuang's movements, the snow also rose one after another, and with the thousands of petals lingering around Ling Rangjin's side.

Among the flying flowers, Bu Fanshuang smiled and said, "A new move that I realized."

Ling Rangjin's heart suddenly softened, but he could only pick up a fallen flower, and said with a smile: "Then Fanshuang is really promising."

"It was just to make you happy." The Mozun, who was still affectionate just now, changed his face at this moment, pulled out his long sword, and laughed loudly, "This time I will really take the trick!" The author has something to say : Huo Huo: It probably means disaster

It's impossible for me to be jealous, but it's okay for me to bully myself