Immortal Gossip Report

When autumn and winter overlap, the cold wind blows up the dead leaves and dances in the courtyard.

Luo Tang didn't seem to feel the chill, and he was still practicing swords in the courtyard wholeheartedly.His swordsmanship and Taoism have reached the peak, but compared with Ji Xun, it is still a little bit worse.He has read all the ancient books left in the Fanyin Pavilion, and even some secret books that only the head of the sect has the right to read, the senior brother also read them for him without any privacy.Among the younger generation, he is naturally considered the best.

But the world is vast, but people are as small and fleeting as mayflies.

What he wishes in life is to pursue the infinite realm in the limited years, break through the obstacles, and be able to ascend.

If only... If only I could enter the Library Pavilion of the Promise Dao to take a look, that would be great.

At the beginning, if his brother hadn't tried his best to stop him, he might have risked all his cultivation to participate in the Wuji Dao Sixiang Mirror competition, competing with those juniors, just to be able to look at Yan Tiandao, which is rare in this world. Strange book.

The sword energy penetrated like a rainbow, and his sword intent was like drawing nine heavens, with a majestic momentum.

The wind gradually picked up, and flakes of snowflakes fell, falling on the sword surface reflecting the cold light, his gaze softened slightly, and he drew the sword into its sheath.

There was a sound of applause behind him, Luo Tang turned his head to look, and smiled rarely: "Brother, you are back, where did you go last night? Why did I go to find you, but there was no one in the room? He went up to meet him, but his smile turned into anxiety in vain, "Why do you look so bad?"

He hurriedly stepped forward to support Ren Xueqiao, but the man smiled softly, and rubbed his cold hands in his palms, caringly said: "I'm fine, an old problem has occurred. But you, in such a cold day, still wear clothes. Do you want me to punish you for being so thin and practicing sword here?"

Luo Tang was interrupted by him, he had long forgotten the question he asked before, smiled, and said: "I forgot the other things after practicing, brother, don't be upset, I will remember it, and I won't do it next time."

Knowing that he was just lying to himself, Ren Xueqiao shook his head helplessly and dotingly, carefully brushed the light snow off his shoulders for him, lowered his eyes and said: "I came to you because I have something to tell you. I am going to talk to you today. Then practice behind closed doors, and when I'm not around, don't run around, it just makes me worry."

Luo Tang was startled, and asked in confusion, "Why... are you going to retreat so early this time?"

Ren Xueqiao put Luo Tang's hands together, put them to his mouth and took a breath of hot air. When his lips touched his cool fingertips, Luo Tang flinched slightly.

"It's cold, I'm not in good health, and I'm suffering from angina pectoris again. I'd better retreat earlier this year." Ren Xueqiao raised his eyes and smiled unconsciously, "Let's go, if you have time, send me to Qiushui Ya, how are you?"

Qiushuiya is the place where the heads of the Fanyin Pavilion practiced in seclusion. Because Ren Xueqiao had lost his spiritual veins in the past and still suffers from angina symptoms, he has to retreat every year to survive this period.Luo Tang didn't think there was anything wrong. Hearing him mention this matter, he felt even more regretful and cherished. He nodded quickly and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."

The first snow gradually covered the winding mountain road, and the air inhaled into the lungs was slightly cool.

Ren Xueqiao held his hand and walked slowly, with a gentle smile on his lips.Luo Tang didn't feel anything wrong, his senior brother had always been close to him, they grew up together for two years, and he was like this when he was a child, he liked to take him by the hand to play in the mountains.

The temperature of the clasped hands warmed all the way to the heart, and the tear mole at the corner of Luo Tang's eyes was extraordinarily soft and affectionate because of the slight smile on his lips.

After crossing the wooden bridge, it is Qiushuiya.

According to the gate rules, Luo Tang is not allowed to enter.

He stopped by the bridge, Ren Xueqiao's eyes were as gentle as ever, but with other incomprehensible emotions: "This retreat, I may need a little longer, you listen to senior brother, Stay in the sect well, and when I leave the customs, maybe it will be your birthday, and I will give you something you like."

Luo Tang smiled nonchalantly: "As we get older, how many cultivators still celebrate their birthdays? Only Senior Brother treats me like a child every year."

Ren Xueqiao didn't deny it, smiled softly, told him to go back and be careful, squeezed his hand with some nostalgia, and then slowly let go: "I'm leaving."

Standing in the snow, Luo Tang watched him walk across the wooden bridge, his figure suddenly paused, and he quickly wiped the corner of his lower lip with his hand.

"Senior brother! What's wrong with you?" Luo Tang shouted loudly.

Ren Xueqiao waved his hands behind his back, and his voice remained clear and clear: "I'm fine, you go back quickly, I'll go in too!"

After speaking, he strode into the cave with a rare sense of eagerness.

Luo Tang stood there feeling lost for a moment before turning around and going down the mountain.

In a place he couldn't see, the first snow fell, covering up the blood stains on the snow little by little.

……

Yunshuang walked in the direction guided by the mysterious man, and she crossed the barrier very smoothly and entered the Nine Nether Rosemary Valley.

It's a pity that he is now wearing a white cloth over his eyes, so he really can't see it at all.

He is not familiar with the terrain in the Nine Nether Rosemary Valley, and it was very difficult to walk all the way. Several times, he tripped and fell to the ground, in a state of embarrassment.

The Tianxin Stone on his chest was always hot, as if he had sensed some breath, leading him to move forward.

In the Nine Serene Rosemary Valley, tall trees soared into the clouds, and from time to time, the unique prisoner birds of the Demon Realm flew by, making crisp and melodious chirps, as if they were singing.

This place is not as eerie as imagined.

Yunshuang leaned against an ancient book, followed the sound and looked towards the sky. The prison bird flapped its wings and made a whirring sound as it flew over its head.

One is chasing after the other, as if walking in pairs.

Yunshuang groped and sat on the thick tree trunk that had fallen to the ground, took out the water bag that the mysterious person had prepared for him early in the morning, and took a few sips.

After drinking, he just sat there and lost his mind for a while.

In all these years, he has never been so confused as he is now.

There were too many doubts and concerns lingering in his heart, corroding his heart all the time, almost becoming the most unbearable torture.

He lost everything he cherished most. What is the difference between his current appearance and a useless person?

He had no way to avenge his master, and he couldn't even find out the truth.

When he received the Shangshanruoshui sword from his master, those earnest exhortations were still in his ears, but now he can only hide in the Nine Nether Rose Valley.

Yunshuang clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turned white from too much force.

The mysterious man said that if he could find Yannanlou, a master ghost doctor, he might be able to heal his eyes.

It's ridiculous that he can only hold on to this sliver of hope now.

Otherwise, he doesn't even know where he should go...

The sound of footsteps and someone talking in the distance interrupted Yunshuang's thoughts.

"What kind of thing is Tang Biting?! He always shows off his power in front of us, and now he even asks us to come out to find poisonous insects for him to make alchemy! Damn! When my grandfather and I entered the Red Immortal Sect, he didn't know which rock crevice he would hatch his eggs in! Do you really think that you have the opportunity to inherit the suzerain?! Wishful thinking, even if you don’t take pictures, he deserves it?!”

"Don't tell me, I saw that he is very wooing Pei, maybe he really wants to give himself a little help? How can I say that Pei is now a popular person beside the suzerain, and now he has mentioned Shafeng The seat of the Holy Messenger."

"Winning? I'm afraid these two people have some shady business?"

"How to say?"

"I often see Tang Biting, instead of going back to his room to sleep in the middle of the night, he ran to Pei Biao's room and stayed there for several hours. What do you think the two of them can do?"

Obscenity | Laughter rang out, and further down, everything he said was unbearable.

Yunshuang frowned, clenched the Shangshanruoshui sword inch by inch with her left hand, flicked her right fingertips lightly, only heard two "bang bang", the laughter in the forest stopped abruptly.

The two men spit out the stones in their mouths with a bang, and were full of anger. When they turned around, they were really stunned for a while.

Sitting on the fallen tree trunk was a young man in white. His skin was as snowy as snow, and his red lips were lightly pursed. Although his eyes were blindfolded, his delicate and outstanding face could be vaguely seen.Such a dignified appearance of a banished fairy blends strangely with the surrounding scenery, but is out of place.

One of them came back to his senses and scolded, "Who are you?! Why did you appear here?"

Yunshuang stood up with her sword in her hand, and said calmly, "I'm just passing through here, but the two of you are talking, it's really unbearable and disturbs the purity."

"Mind your own business." The other party smiled coldly, and glanced at him maliciously, "Look, he doesn't look like a person from my Demon Realm. Could it be the secret work of the immortals? Well, meddling will cost a lot of money." The price of being nosy. Although you are blind, you look good, if you are willing to obey, our brothers will be relieved, and we can let you go."

"The mouth is too dirty."

Yun Shuang shook her head, before she finished speaking, the long sword in her hand clanged out of its sheath.

He flew up, and the sword followed the wind, so fast that people couldn't see his body.

Before the two of them could even draw their swords, they were thrown to the ground by his kick, and there were scars drawn by the sword energy on their arms and legs.

The two men looked at each other fiercely, put their hands to their mouths, and blew a long whistle.

Yun Shuang paused, and listened softly.

The two got up and fled in despair while uttering harsh words.

It's not like being afraid of him, but rather like being afraid of something summoned.

Soon, Yunshuang knew.

Many red birds, which are as small as sparrows but possess crazy attack power, flew in the forest.

These monsters are raised by humans, and a single one may not be worthwhile, but a group of red birds is enough to peck an adult into bones.

……

The cold rain did not know when it fell, and Yunshuang had to deal with these red birds for an hour, but these red birds seemed to be under a secret spell, and they would fly up immediately after falling to the ground, as if they could not kill them all.

Yunshuang's injury has not healed, and she gradually feels powerless.

He heard his heavy panting in his ears, and the movement of swinging the sword gradually slowed down.

When his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, the red bird flew past him quickly, and its sharp beak slashed across his neck, leaving a long bloodstain.

Yunshuang groaned in pain, forced herself out of the barrier, and covered herself in white light.

Just when he gradually felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, the hustle and bustle around him suddenly stopped like a freeze frame.

The rain condensed into ice arrows in a blink of an eye, Yunshuang could only hear the sound of "Shu Shu", and countless red birds were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

A person landed slowly and walked up to him.

The rain fell again, soaking his clean and tidy cloud boots.

Yun Shuang slowly raised her head in disbelief, her lips trembling, but she still dared not call out the name that was hovering in her heart.

He hoped that it was him, but also... feared that it was him...

The author has something to say:

I was wrong and overestimated myself...orz

The next chapter will definitely meet Gongshou (nonsense!)

All I write are useful TVT plots, so I can’t meet today, don’t hit me, put the lid on the pot