Lord is the devil

"Shuiyu fetal milk, where are you?" Seeing that the sun was out, the glare was shining, and the piercing eyes could not be opened, Liu Wanjun sighed and gave up looking.

He sorted out the Shuiyu fetal milk he got a few days ago, it looked like what he got today, and he was relieved when it was done.

Simply having nothing to do, he thought of Master again, and quickly took out the mirror of the third generation to watch, "Brother Jing, brother Jing, I want to see what Master is doing?"

The dark mirror of that mirror flickered, suddenly showing the situation in Ran'an's guest room. Setting Yang was sitting cross-legged by the bed, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Being so close, Liu Wanjun could even see the airflow exhaled by the setting sun, drawing an arc in the sun.

The setting sun seemed to have sensed it, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the sky, his eyes were parallel to Liu Wanjun, Liu Wanjun was startled, and the mirror almost fell off with a shake of his hand.

"Don't get so close, hurry up, move a little farther away." Liu Wanjun was in a hurry, he was so close, with his master's cultivation and his magic weapon being a mirror, he would definitely be able to find out that he was peeping.

The picture on the mirror slowly zooms out, at first you can only see the whole body of Setting Yang, but now you can also see the scenery behind him.

The setting sun in the mirror looked around, found no one, and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind. Liu Wanjun heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay, master probably didn't notice me."

He dried his clothes with his true energy, and walked towards the guest room where the setting sun was.

"Master, I found Shuiyu fetal milk, but I only found one." Shuiyu fetal milk is only the size of a little finger after refining. Whether drinking it with wine or tea, it will increase the taste and magnify the efficacy. People need it, but the supply is in short supply.

Setting Yang opened his eyes, pointed to the wine on the table, "Sip it."

"Yes." Liu Wanjun was a little guilty, and his movements were a little slow, but he still poured the wine smoothly, but gave the glass to the setting sun.

Setting Yang took a sip, and said seemingly unintentionally, "Wan Jun, do you know that whenever you lie, your eyes will wander around."

Liu Wanjun was about to pour a second glass when he heard that his hands shook and the wine spilled out.

He quickly knelt down, "I was wrong, and I will never dare to hide from Master next time."

"Oh, where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't have lied to the master, pretending that the Shuiyu fetal milk I got a few days ago is what I got today."

"What else?" Setting Yang took his time.

"Also... and use the mirror of the third generation to peek at the master."

"What else?" Setting Yang continued to ask.

"And... and..." Liu Wanjun thought about it, but couldn't find anything else, so he couldn't help but calm down, "There is nothing."

"Really gone?"

"Not anymore." He was very sure, probably not.

"Get up!" Setting Yang motioned him to sit down with his eyes, "Speaking of which, you have been under my sect for more than a month, but I haven't taught you anything."

He took out the Taixu sword, "I got this sword from the treasure house, it is said that it is the saber of the ancestor when he was young, you can take it, it will be my compensation."

"Master..." Liu Wanjun was a little dazed, "This sword is at the level of a treasure, and only Jindan stage monks can use it to its fullest. Cherish the abnormality, and the master will use it himself. How can I give it to the disciple? Please take it back, disciple. Blessed to enjoy."

"Take what is given to you." To be honest, setting sun does not lack treasures. The lowest level in his hands is treasures. He originally got Zhang Yitian's horcrux tripod, but it was a pity that he was divided by several artifacts. It also gave Bao'er to melt into Baohe.

The tripod Wujibao Tianding was also melted by Bao'er. In the battle in the Longevity Secret Realm, except for all the treasures that could not be melted, the others were all digested by several spirits. The weapons on the top, and the others are divided by several weapon spirits.

This Taixu Sword Setting Sun does not intend to cultivate it, he has enough weapons around him, the four celestial artifacts alone, what he has now brought him is a bottomless pit, and the sky full of astrolabe is damaged, it is another huge subsidy, But the only good news is that the power of time in the sky-filled astrolabe is gone.

"Yes, master." Liu Wanjun was still a little moved. If he worshiped under other sects, others would see his aptitude and build foundations only when he was in his twenties. Not to mention treasures, he can have spiritual weapons used in the foundation period That's fine.

"Master is too kind to me." In fact, he worshiped under the name of setting sun, and he didn't expect setting sun to take care of him at all. He just hoped that Liang You would be scruples and not attack him inside the door.

In fact, at the beginning, he thought that the setting sun would refuse, and he had no hope at all, but he still wanted to give it a try, what if it succeeded?

Facts have proved that the setting sun always surprises him. First, when he was down and down, setting sun disregarded Liang You’s old feelings and upheld justice for him. Then he taught him martial arts in the middle of the night. The mood is very complicated.

"Go and try." Setting Yang raised his chin, indicating the open space outside Liu Wanjun's door.

"Yes, Master." Liu Wanjun held a sword flower and carried the Tai Xu Sword behind his back.

Liu Wanjun's set of swordsmanship is called Wanshi Swordsmanship, which mainly relies on power to overwhelm others, causing the opponent to collapse under the imposing momentum.

It's a pity that he pays too much attention to sword moves, each move is too rigid, and his footwork can't keep up. It's also because this set of exercises is too mysterious. Not to mention Liu Wanjun, it is the setting sun. If there is no foundation of tens of thousands of years, maybe Can't practice either.

After practicing a set of sword skills, Liu Wanjun was sweating profusely, but he still looked at the setting sun expectantly, "How is the master?"

Setting Yang shook his head, "You are too restrained, and you will not be able to bring out the power of this set of swordsmanship. Relax your body and mind, and repeat it a few times."

"Yes." Liu Wanjun was a little disappointed that he didn't get the expected compliment, but he also felt that he didn't perform as well as usual today, especially when the master was sitting there, looking at him with burning eyes, he still couldn't ignore this feeling, and couldn't help Then he began to pay attention to his every move, and Mo lost his demeanor. It was because of this that he was unable to perform at his usual level for a long time.

While practicing the sword, he secretly looked towards the setting sun, and found that the setting sun's gaze had already moved away. He couldn't help feeling even more disappointed. One of his hands lost control, and the sword flew out suddenly, hitting a rockery in the garden.

Liu Wanjun was at a loss, and ran to draw his sword in a panic. As long as the setting sun was there, he would not be able to calm down. Even though he saw the setting sun in the mirror as a *year-old child, he knew that it was only temporary, and regardless of his state of mind, he could not calm down. Or momentum, setting sun is well-deserved everyone's demeanor.

This kind of temperament makes people admire from the bottom of their hearts, be addicted to it, and fall into it. From the first time Liu Wanjun met him, he has been inextricably in love with that person who is like a descendant of the immortal, and he can't control it.

He regards this emotion as the goal of his efforts, and will fight side by side in the future, and even grow into a giant tree, protecting the setting sun under his body.

Although this goal seems difficult, but thinking about being able to hold someone like Setting Yang under him, everything seems to be worth it.

Liu Wanjun became excited uncontrollably, and the sword practiced became more and more powerful, unknowingly surpassing everything, he even released his momentum inadvertently.

If it is said that the setting sun's potential is self-respecting, and everything in the world, including the sky and the earth, is not as strong as his presence, then Liu Wanjun's potential is stronger when it is strong, or because of an impossible goal.

For example, to overwhelm the setting sun, even if he didn't succeed, he still tried his best. Liu Wanjun knew very well that as long as they could stay together forever, everything would be fine.

He clearly knew that he liked the setting sun, so instead of stopping his thoughts immediately, he thought of trying hard to suppress the setting sun. From this point of view, Liu Wanjun is still very decisive in some respects.

From sunrise to sunset, Liu Wanjun seemed to have inexhaustible strength, swinging his sword incessantly under the scorching sun, while the setting sun was sitting under the eaves, tasting wine and rounds of tea. Such a difference in treatment, instead of complaining, he took The sword in his hand swung more and more violently.

"You must not let the master down, you must overwhelm the master." It is these two emotions that encourage him to keep working hard, thinking that hard work can make up for his weakness, but he doesn't know that even after 800 years of hard work, he can't catch up with the setting sun. He is making progress, and the setting sun is also making progress.

What's more annoying is that even if the setting sun doesn't meditate or practice kung fu, the true essence will continue to run by itself. This is the importance of high-level mental methods, and innateness is stronger than everything else.

Under the moonlight, Liu Wanjun, who was dressed in a strong outfit, was still working hard, practicing with his sword light, his practice became more and more smooth, and the momentum of being strong when he met the strong became more and more perfect.

The setting sun simply had nothing to do, so he pulled out a thin bamboo from the gazebo and gave Liu Wanjun some moves.

Such an approach is very useful, Liu Wanjun's swordsmanship is getting more and more handy, and sometimes he can overwhelm the setting sun with a move or two, every time he thinks that he is one step closer to the goal of overpowering the setting sun, but he doesn't know that this is just his goal illusion.

Under the moonlight, the two figures stand against each other, you come and go, the wind blows the corners of their clothes, flying wantonly, like a picture of a young boy dancing with a sword.

Xu Shi was tired from dancing, and the two of them lay side by side on the bamboo roof, and the sloping roof just accommodated one person reclining.

"Master, you thought you were going to use your sword to point the rivers and lakes, can you take me with you, I can help you or something." Practicing swords made the two of them get closer quickly, and Liu Wanjun spoke without any scruples.

"You?" Setting Yang tilted his head to look at him, "What can you do?"

"I am proficient in serving tea and pouring water, doing laundry and cooking." Liu Wanjun assured, patting his chest.

"Serving tea and pouring water, doing laundry and cooking and other chores will naturally be done for me. I don't need you." Setting Yang refused without even thinking about it. He is used to being alone and doesn't need anyone to follow him.

"Then what should I do if I encounter difficulties in my practice and need to ask you questions?" Liu Wanjun tried to find an excuse.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Setting Yang didn't want to talk about such trivial matters, and Liu Wanjun was his enemy, seeing him once in a while was enough to separate him from others, and seeing Setting Yang every day would make him insane.