Said Lingji

Although I know the difference between Yan Peng, but the next morning, I saw one of the five willow trees in my house suddenly appearing as tall as a head. Said that this Ye Ling is still very powerful.

Nan Huai found Yan Peng on the willow tree that grew up overnight, took him down and put him on the stone table, looked at the green sycamore leaves in the sun, stretched out his hand, poked the leaves, the leaves of the sycamore leaves The leaf pattern is particularly obvious under the first light, like the traces of all things carved on the body by God.

The power of spirits often makes many greedy people hunt and kill regardless of the consequences. Up to now, the number of spirits in the three worlds has actually declined sharply. If a spirit like Yan Peng is a rare treasure, it is also a kind of treasure to live until now. lucky.After all, as a spirit, one does not know how to use spiritual power to protect oneself.

When Yan Peng lamented how comfortable he slept, Gu Shuo and Xu Sheng had already left Xuanjiang Hall and returned to Qingyun Hall.

Qingyun Temple is built along the mountain. From the gate at the foot of the mountain to the peak breaking through the sky, the buildings along the mountain are looming in the clouds and mist.

Gu Shuo saw Gu Xing, his father, in the lobby.A light blue dress and the sky on the exposed roof reflect each other, as if Qingyun Palace is placed under the sky and above the sky.

"Father, we have already conveyed the news, but those idle people are not sure whether they will come or not." Gu Shuo cupped his hands, looking at his father, he couldn't help admiring him. For Nan Huai, he admired him.

Gu Xing is the Great Elder of the Qingyun Palace. As an immortal, even if he had to put aside his emotions and desires, he would love his son a little bit. When he was brought to the Qingyun Palace since he was a child, he had great hopes for him.

For Xu Sheng, Gu Xing always didn't want her to work hard and grow up like an ordinary girl instead of dealing with swords.

"It doesn't matter if you don't come this time, after all, it's not too difficult." Gu Xing said: "It's just that the high-ranking people are too nervous."

Gu Xing saw that the faces of the two people were not very energetic, so he cared: "What's the matter with you, you don't look very energetic."

After Gu Shuo and Xu Sheng glanced at each other, they sighed in their hearts. The Xuanjiang Palace was facing the sea, and the two of them were not used to the sound of big waves hitting the rocks one after another, so they spent the whole night... listening to the sound from the sea. call.

Seeing the helplessness in the eyes of the two, Gu Xing remembered where the Xuanjiang Palace was built, and he understood it, so he smiled at Gu Shuo and Xu Sheng: "It's better to be quiet on the mountain, this place was very popular at the time."

Xu Sheng remembered that when he was a child, Gu Xing became an immortal when he just practiced. Before leaving, the immortal in white clothes told him that this place should be guarded carefully, but it is a treasure. Wu Shengli snatched it.

Many disciples under the sect have already returned from cultivation. When they saw the senior brother, they asked excitedly if there was anything interesting. Gu Shuo saw a group of juniors who looked like children and felt a headache. He quickly took out the things he brought for everyone. , Xu Sheng looked at the eyes of the juniors from the side, thinking that Gu Shuo didn't have bad intentions, but after buying things for this group of juniors who hadn't been out of the mountains, he had no money to buy pig's trotters.

"There are a few candied haws!" A junior said happily, "Although it was crushed..."

"Haha, I have a sugar man here! But it seems that a foot is missing."

"It's okay, I want it!"

……

Xu Sheng watched the scene and silently stepped aside.

The Qingyun Hall was full of excitement, Gu Xing looked at a group of lively disciples with relief, looked at the sky on the roof, there were a few faint lights flashing, it was the spirit that was wandering in the mountains.

Attributed to the time, attributed to the world; attributed to the good person, attributed to the evil person; attributed to the world, attributed to the spirit.

Gu Xing suddenly remembered this sentence, but he still didn't understand what a spirit is.

As a rare spirit, Yan Peng is showing the world a plain and simple way of life, such as tidying up the room.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, Yan Peng's light body felt heavy. Does this room need cleaning?And in such a big room, a small, pitiful leaf has to hold a rag the same size as him. Is that demon playing with him?

When Nan Huai put forward the request in a good mood, Yan Peng thought about it, stayed at his house, used his family's aura, and woke up this morning feeling different in his body, the effect was obvious,

It would be an embarrassment to say that I didn't do something practical.So, happily agreed.

"Then go clean up the room, it's the one I live in." Nan Huai raised his finger and pointed in the direction: "That's the one."

Yan Peng followed the direction of his finger, turned around, looked at the opposite side, and was speechless for a while, this small courtyard has only two rooms, and Nan Huai lives in the big room, Yan Peng felt heartbroken, looking at his small body, Even less than one-tenth of the door, the road to return is far away!

"How to clean up?" Yan Peng calmed down and asked humbly.

Nan Huai glanced at Yan Peng who was on the stone table, and kindly replied, "Drag."

"That rag is a bit big..." Yan Peng was struggling for the last time.

Nan Huai compared Yan Peng's size in his heart, and kindly replaced a rag with the same size as him.Yan Peng looked at the gradually shrinking piece of cloth in Nan Huai's hand, and cried out sadly in his heart, why do I have no spiritual power!

Finally, Yan Peng dragged the white cloth into the room.

People under the single city always have a rare innocence. When Nanhuai settled here, he saw a town in a moat, with small bridges and flowing water, catkins fluttering, and jasmine permeating. After experiencing the splendor of the world, the rare tranquility made his heart Inexplicably warmed up, I felt that my cultivation seemed to have improved a bit, and after thinking about it, I decided to stay.When choosing the site, I pulled an old magic stick and pinched my fingers, and settled on the current location.

"Near the water and the mountains, you will meet good things if you live here." The man said with an inscrutable expression.

Good stuff.

Nan Huai looked at Yan Peng who was cleaning the room painstakingly, and thought that maybe he was the good guy.

After Yan Peng finished tidying up, he stood upright on the ground, thinking that it would be better to have a soft cushion.Looking at Nan Huai who was sitting leisurely on the wooden chair, I felt itchy in my heart, and I really wanted to go up and knock him on the face, telling him that he can't just live in peace, and he has to practice hard.After thinking about it, he slowly floated up, looking at a face that was getting closer, suppressing an inexplicable excitement, and then, for some reason, it lightly landed on his face, the long eyelashes trembling slightly, Sisi breathed across the leaf body.Nan Huai slowly opened his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and looked at Yan Peng on his face, and after Yan Peng landed on his face, he was in a state of mind wandering, for a moment, both of them were speechless...

Nan Huai looked at him for a few seconds, saw that he was silent, thought he was asleep, so he raised his hand, stretched out two fingers, picked up Yan Peng who was sticking to his face, put it aside casually, and continued to doze off.

Yan Peng: "..." Is it that disgusting?

Not long after, Nan Huai felt something seemed to be on the back of his hand, and opened his eyes impatiently, seeing Yan Peng coming to stick it again.

Didn't fall asleep?Thinking about it, Nan Huai still picked up Yan Peng on the back of his hand and put it aside casually, so he didn't care about him anymore.

The second time Yan Peng lay here, the picture froze for a few seconds, and then floated lightly to Nan Huai's head and remained still.

Nanhuai: "..."

Yan Peng: "..."

There is a blacksmith on the edge of Shancheng. People in the city know all about the craftsmanship of this craftsman. If you ask him to hit anything, he will not only hit it, but also hit it better, which makes the designer full of praise.

The blacksmith is called Yuzhang.When the master picked up Yuzhang back then, he thought that the child would inherit his craft and become a blacksmith in the future, so he named it Yuzhang.Use jade as six vessels to make a good work.

Yuzhang lived up to his master's expectations and became a good blacksmith.When I was young, I often wandered outside. When I was middle-aged, I didn't know why, so I returned to Dancheng and started business in an inconspicuous place on the edge of the city.

Yuzhang looked at the person opposite and said with a smile, "You haven't come to have a drink with me for a long time."

Nan Huai looked at Yuzhang who had been here for more than ten years, his face was full of wrinkles, and his back seemed to be a little hunched. The years had carved indelible marks on his face, but his eyes were the same as when they first met decades ago. In general, never changed.

"If you don't come again, there will be no old man like me to accompany you in the future!" Yuzhang scolded in a low voice: "You people just don't think the time is the time... Tell me, what are you here for?"

Nan Huai smiled without saying a word, took out a piece of paper in his hand and handed it to him.

Yuzhang took it, looked at it, looked up at Nanhuai, looked down at the paper in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "You want to wear a...belt?"

Nan Huai nodded in affirmation, Yuzhang's old face twitched, the design of this belt was a bit strange, the rest was very simple, it would hang a decoration in the shape of a sycamore leaf, and it could also put down a sycamore leaf, which was to hang a real sycamore leaf. Is the sycamore leaf out?

This incident also has to go back to the fact that Yan Peng floated on Nan Huai three times in a row without shame, that is, yesterday evening.

The third time Yan Peng ran to his head, he confirmed one thing: to him, Nanhuai is simply a spiritual thing that can be absorbed by others.