After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

He said calmly and calmly: "Today, I have a small task for the three of you."

As he said that, he flipped his hands in front of his belly, with his palms facing upwards, and a cold blue ghostly fire jumped up from his palms. The breeze blew through the flames as if they were dancing happily. Such a small icy blue flame landed here. In the icy hall full of sword energy, there is a different kind of beauty.

Cheng Shuang looked down, with a blue light reflected in his eyes, and said, "This is Wuyouhuo, the purest bunch of red lotus karmic fires, which can destroy everything in the world except holy things."

A simple sentence explained the power of this flame clearly.

In the next second, Cheng Shuang turned his wrist and changed his gestures. The blue fire moved to the fingertips where the two fingers were close together, and then tapped with the other hand. The fire light was divided into three beams in the air. You Huo fell in front of the three of them, glowing with a cold blue color.

Yan Lin lowered his head, staring at the fire in front of him.

I only heard Cheng Shuang say: "I want you to go to the phoenix forest to the north of the lower realm, find the phoenix feathers in the forest, and burn them with Wuyou fire."

Phoenix Feather?Listen to the name is the feather of the phoenix?

Yan Lin was full of doubts, looked up at Cheng Shuang and asked, "Dare to ask the master, what are we burning this feather for?"

Cheng Shuang looked at him: "Although this thing has no spiritual power, it is extremely easy to attract evil monsters, so it is best to burn it."

Cheng Shuang didn't tell them the truth about Ling Yu, because the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Tell them to cause evil spirits, the young man is righteous, and naturally he is willing to complete the task seriously.

"Disciple obeys." Among the three, Guan Linyi said first.

Yan Lin couldn't help but look over, and saw that he was carrying a white long sword on his back, his clothes were neat, and he still had the expressionless look of a swordsman.

That being the case, it doesn't matter if you go or not, Yan Lin put away the flames and followed suit.

Afterwards, Cheng Shuang put on the appearance of that gentle elder again, smiling very kindly.

"Of course, burning feathers is just a small matter given to you by the uncle. The main reason is that the two nephews have not been in the Changtian Sword Sect for a long time, and now you can take advantage of this time to practice. The three of you are very talented. It would be the best if there was an improvement in the realm during this trip."

Cheng Shuang added some excuses with a smile.

Yan Lin couldn't help muttering in his heart, is it like this...Of course not, he now thinks that he just listens to the words of Master Cheng Shuang, if you are serious, you will lose.

Yan Lin glanced at An Jinnian from the corner of his eye, seeing his expression and An Huaiting's listening naturally, his eyes were very peaceful, and he didn't intend to refuse to interrupt, he looked like a well-behaved apprentice.

But looking back at Shi Yuan who was looking up, he found that the other party was also looking at him, his deep eyes were dark, as if he was thinking about something.

"Since there is no objection, the three of you should go back and get ready, and leave tomorrow." Seeing that the three of them didn't respond, Cheng Shuang said along the way.

Leaving the central hall, Yan Lin and Shi Yuan returned to Xuefeng.

At this time, it was sunset on the western mountain, a round of red sun was hidden above the sea of ​​clouds, and the red glow in the afterglow spread over the entire sea of ​​clouds. The red light was like a good scroll, gorgeous and colorful.

Shi Yuan walked in front, Yan Lin followed behind, the red light of the sunset reflected on someone's waist-length white hair, soft as if dyed with a layer of light red silk, very beautiful, Yan Lin raised his eyebrows, reluctantly He couldn't help but raise his hand and pull the ponytail to the front, staring at the pitch-black hair.

Yan Lin watched seriously, but Shi Yuan in front of him suddenly stopped.

If he lost control, Kankan was about to hit him. He suddenly leaned back and braked the car.

Shi Yuan turned around, stared at him with deep eyes for a long time, and said after a while: "...If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

Yan Lin Yichu, raised his eyes to look at him, where did he show that he didn't want to go?

He clearly wants to go.

"Master, you are too worried. This time is indeed a good opportunity to practice. Qinghe is willing to go."

Shi Yuan took a deep look at him, turned around, turned his back to him, and said softly, "Really."

After such a simple question and answer, the two parted ways and went back to their respective houses.

Yan Lin didn't take this sentence to heart either.

In the evening, Yan Lin was sorting out the storage bags to see what to bring. After all, I still have to go for a month, so it is right to prepare more, such as invisibility charms, flying charms, medicine pills, and any armor. In the end, he even ran to the courtyard, packed Zhengxiang's Xueya who was curled up and sleeping under the tree, and took it away.

The formation of packing up seemed like how long it would take.

In fact, even if they dawdled along the way, it would only take two months at most.

After tidying up, he lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling at the top and muttered, "Phoenix Feather..."

That's fine, go out for a walk, maybe you will find something, getting closer to the truth or something.

At this time, there was a sound from the closed door, Yan Lin sat up abruptly, a silver butterfly flapped its wings and fluttered in front of him, Yan Lin stared at this delicate little thing.

"come over."

Shi Yuan's voice sounded in the room, but there were only two simple words.

When the words came, Yindie disappeared instantly, and the room returned to silence.

Yan Lin frowned, it's so late, what do you want him for?

Although he thought so, he still stood up, straightened his clothes and walked towards Shi Yuan's room.

Passing through several corridors, Yan Lin stood at the door, the surroundings were very quiet, he thought about it and said to the inside: "Master."

"Come in." A voice answered from inside.

Yan Lin pushed the door open, walked in, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene inside.

I saw his master sitting on the couch, without the usual rigor and indifference, his white hair was completely loose, a book was held in his slender right hand, part of his face was covered by his long hair, and his cold face was soft.

He didn't have any complicated clothes, but only a thin white long gown with a slightly larger neckline, exposing his usually tightly wrapped neck, and his long hair fell on his chest, on his arms, and the tips of his hair dripped with water, just getting wet White clothes.

The skin color through the clothes is instantly eye-catching.

Like a god who is usually high above, suddenly descending on the mortal world, the distance is suddenly shortened, and there is a little more anger and hustle and bustle.

Yan Lin's footsteps slowed down, and he approached slowly. Perhaps the other party could feel a burst of heat even after he got so close after taking a bath.

Sensing someone coming, Shi Yuan put down the book in his hand and looked over.

"This trip down the mountain may not be smooth sailing. What magic weapon or sword do you want?"

Magic weapon blade?

He took a lot of magic weapons from the Treasure Pavilion of Haoran Immortal Mansion. As for the sword blade, the remnants in An Jinnian's hand flashed in his mind. Although he had joined the Changtian Sword Sect, Lizi was still a thorough Even if he gave him a god-grade sword, it would be tasteless and a waste of chewing peonies.

"Thank you, Master. I don't think there is any need for it. I have never practiced a single move. Any sword in my hands is a waste."

When Yan Lin spoke, his expression was respectful, and his tone should be as frank as possible.

Shi Yuan lowered his eyes and nodded: "You are right."

But in the next second, someone stretched out a white and slender hand, with wide sleeves hanging down his forearm, but a sword appeared in his palm.

Yan Lin's eyes widened without concealment.

The very familiar pitch black color, straight sword body, and a thin layer of fluorescence lingering on the whole sword, like a sharp sword aura, and that inviolable and inviolable arrogance.

Zhe... Zhewu——!

Yan Lin stared at it, the shadow of being killed came out, he shuddered instinctively, without even thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and wanted to push it back, but when he raised halfway to touch it, he moved his hand embarrassingly I took it back.

Don't want to touch it.

He pulled out a far-fetched smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, I can't control this kind of holy thing."

What if the owner is not around and he gets stabbed in the opposite direction again?

Shi Yuan looked straight at him, and said in a pleasant voice, "Lord Zhewu, since I entrusted it to you, it will naturally obey your orders and protect your safety."

Yan Lin also would rather die than follow suit, took out the storage bag on his waist, and grabbed the treasure inside: "It's really unnecessary, you see, I have saved so many things by myself."

Shi Yuan lowered his eyes to look at the things in his hand, looked at the charms inside, Lingbao, when he saw a touch of red jade pendant, his eyes paused, and then moved away very naturally in the next second, looking at Yan Lin.

"Really not."

Yan Lin nodded.

"Really not."

The two stared at each other in silence for a while, the person on the couch took the lead to look back, lowered his eyes, the long sword in his hand disappeared, his slender and beautiful hands slowly closed, and put them back on the book.

For some reason, Yan Lin saw a little disappointment in his expression, and a strange touch slipped in his heart, maybe he really regarded himself as his apprentice, so he cared so much.

But he was a little entangled. After all, he had the memory of the third life. It was an indisputable fact that he killed himself in the previous two lives. He was not a merciful Bodhisattva. How could he let go so easily? But when he thought about it carefully, he had never killed himself in this life. What have you done, if you have been implicated in this way, it feels unfair to him now.

His eyes were always on his master, but he was arguing back and forth for a few seconds in his heart. Looking at his dripping hair, he suddenly said out of nowhere: "Master's long hair is not dry, why don't I wipe your hair for you?" ...."

The next moment, those dark eyes looked at him and nodded almost invisible.

"it is good....."

Yan Lin walked to his side, took out a piece of cotton cloth, and carefully brushed the white hair over. His fingertips inevitably touched the other person's skin. He didn't care, but put the hair strands on the veil on his own. Inside, wipe it up carefully.

For a while, except for the sound of wiping, there was no other sound in the room, and it was strangely quiet.

Yan Lin stared at the white hair in his hands, glanced at the back of his fair neck, somehow his cheeks became slightly hot, and his heart beat faster.

As he was so distracted, he naturally didn't notice that the book in the sitting person's hand was also unturned.