[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

Pulling his back, he just followed in.Fortunately, in the end, I was slightly better, and I went out of the illusion for a while, and became a senior brother.Facing the boy's wide-eyed eyes, he grimaced and only let out a cold snort, but his heart was filled with joy.

That young man's name is Yun Tianqing.

In the fourth month of entry, when he was about to break through the third stage, Master Taiqing came back from outside and brought back another junior sister.It was also at that time that he learned the news about Xuan Zhen again from others.

On that day, Yun Tianqing's hozen was chattering and complaining about the various sufferings of cultivation by his side, which made him very irritable. yelling.He was secretly heaving a sigh of relief, but when he glanced at him, he saw that the monkey beside him was staring at the girl obsessively, and he had already lost his soul.

That kid Yun Tianqing was a ruffian, he had seen him flirting with women from the Western Regions when he was down the mountain, now seeing this new junior sister, Suyu, who was beautiful, he fell into his old habit again, he hurriedly I reprimanded a few words from the side, but was forced to be labeled as "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade" by this hozen, really helpless.

Su Xi seemed to find it funny, so he casually mentioned a few words to Su Yu, saying that there was another senior brother in the family who was of excellent character, but he never came back from his trip down the mountain, so he had to wait until the next time to meet him.Unexpectedly, Suyu showed the first slight smile since she came here, and said that she had met that person at the foot of the mountain, and also received great favor from him.

When he heard Xuan Zhen's name from Suyu's mouth, he realized that the elder brother who he had never asked about under Taiqing's sect was the person he met at the seaside that day.

The second time I saw that person again, I was thinking about returning to the valley.He originally thought that the prudent and upright elder brother would not be punished to enter a place where hozens only come and go, but he didn't want that person to offend his master as soon as he returned, and end up thinking about it for ten days.

In vain he deliberately practiced in Jianwuping for most of the day, and he expected to see that man's surprised expression!

But when Suxin took Suyu, who was full of conscientiousness, and threw a bag of pastries into his arms, for some reason, he agreed to take it to the Valley of Thinking, and waited until he saw it under the ray of moonlight in the Valley of Thoughts. That man's handsome figure with fluttering sleeves, and that trace of anger disappeared without knowing where it disappeared.

After a long talk on a moonlit night, as the man said, he was granted the fairy sword by his master. As soon as Xihe sword was in his hands, it screamed loudly. The red light illuminated the Qionghua Palace brightly, reflecting the master and The faces of the three elders were full of joy, and he was also very happy.But who knows, the first order given by Master Taiqing to the Immortal Sword is to kill a monster next to Senior Brother on the spot.

The heat wave was rolling, and it hit Jianwuping with raging flames. It was unexpected that the Xihe sword was such a magical weapon, and only myself with the third level of skill could exert such great power with it!He stood in the air, his heart was full of uncontrollable joy besides surprise, but as soon as his eyes touched the lost expression of the person on the ground, the joy in his heart couldn't help but stagnate, but he just arrived and shouted "Senior Brother", True Qi suddenly surged up, and Xi He's sword was filled with scorching heat from the palm of his hand, and he never knew what happened after that.

When he woke up, Master Zonglian took Xihe sword back, Master Taiqing comforted him and said that he only needs to practice for a while, and he will give back the fairy sword.This wait is three years.

Three years later, Xi He returned to his hands, but at the same time, another important task also fell on him.For the thousand-year long-cherished wish of the Qionghua Sect to bathe in the light of the sky and become an immortal, the master ordered him to practice together with Suyu, and passed on their superior Taoist skills of the most yang to the fierce and the most yin to the cold respectively, and also bestowed the aura of algae jade, The two of them were allowed to practice in the forbidden area.

Fellow cultivator Renjian is really different. Since that day, his practice has been advancing rapidly, and he has left behind many disciples in the sect in a blink of an eye.All he wants is that one day, he and Suyu will control the demon world with two swords and net, and fulfill the long-cherished wish that no one in the Qionghua Sect has been able to achieve for thousands of years.

Everything was like a nightmare. In the blink of an eye, there was a battle between immortals and demons. The master was killed by the master of the demon world in front of them, and the senior brother was trapped in the demon world. Seeing this scene, Suyu and Yun Tianqing became depressed and timid. .In a blink of an eye, under Taiqing's sect, he was the only one left to fight against this catastrophe with all his strength.

Once again, he had a big fight with Suyu and Yun Tianqing, and the blurted sentence of "a woman's benevolence" made Suyu turn pale instantly, and Yun Tianqing's eyes full of disapproval before leaving made him even more upset.And on that night, the senior brother who had been missing for a long time appeared.

Naturally, he was ecstatic in his heart, the sadness of the master's death was also greatly dispelled by the resurrection of the man.But that ecstasy turned into a heart-filled coldness the next moment.

That person actually said that he would not return to the Qionghua Sect again.

Ridiculous, sad!Wasn't it because of him that I embarked on this road of cultivating immortals, but why did this person give up first, isn't it ridiculous?And how sad is it for me who is eager for him to come back and stand side by side with me?

It was clearly resentment, but when Xi He's sword uncontrollably hit that person, why did he have to be so unwilling and painful?

The man left, as quietly as he came, looking at the blood dripping all over the ground, the throbbing in his heart, was it shame or hatred?

All kinds of entanglements are unsolvable.The surrounding situation is even more unpredictable, as if the world has changed overnight, Yun Tianqing escaped with Suyu, and stole the Wangshu sword on the lotus platform, he tried his best to hold the Xihe sword to support the sword pillar, But in the end, it caused Yang Yan to bite his heart, and he almost died in the pain of retrograde meridians.

The sword pillar was destroyed, and the demon world was out of control.In the end, the thousand-year long-cherished wish of the Qionghua faction still became the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, but he himself became the biggest victim among them!

He opened his eyes, and a red light flickered in front of him.

Still in that small ice room, the sword of Xihe is close at hand but out of reach. Xu Shi sensed the complex emotions in the master's chest. Thousand ice edges, refracting bright light.But the brighter the light, the colder his heart became.

Hate, he naturally has it, he hates Yun Tianqing and Suyu, he hates them absconding with Wang Shu, and put him in such a miserable situation, he hates Suyao, hates her for taking the opportunity to confine him in this icicle, making him lose Freedom, but what he hates the most is... that person, he hates that person who left without looking back when he needed him the most...

What else could he do but hate?

☆, Fanwai was young at that time

sequence

In the dimness, there are dots of stars and a few will-o'-the-wisps swaying like fluttering catkins.There are water waves slapping the river bank gently, and there are faint screams of ghosts in the red waves, like weeping and complaining.The turbid sky is reflected in the filthy and bright red river water, and the wind stirs up dark eddies, and also blows the ghost-like banners swaying by the river.In this strange and bleak territory, apart from the blood-red stream, there are only cold winds, broken flags, and withered vegetation like stiff worms and dragons.

This is the Abyss of Exile, a place of exile and abandonment.

However, in this ghost world where there shouldn't be any living people, beside this river where the helplessness and resentment of souls have been deposited for thousands of years, there is a person full of vitality.

"...'Walk more than ten miles, spread several feet, and flow to the southwest'...'The water is blood'..."

The man in red standing by the river stared at the rolling water that disappeared into the hazy mist in the southwest, and murmured, whether it was for himself or the nearby ghosts: "This is what is said in "Xuan Shi Zhi" Is Naihe..."

There was only a sound of oars, but a raft of green bamboo boats pushed through the yellow fog on the river and approached. A black-clothed ferryman on the boat stretched out his black handle to hold the river bank, and the green bamboo boat shook a few times. Stopping still, the man grew up, but with the bamboo hat on his head, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure was quite tall.

After a while, an inquiry came from under the bamboo hat: "Have you seen the person you are looking for?"

The question was nonsensical, but the words caught on, the ferryman seemed to know the man in red.

The man in red raised his head, but a wry smile appeared on his white and jade-like face. He shook his head and said, "I think that person has not passed away or has already been reincarnated. I have been waiting in front of the rotating mirror for a long time. , almost alarmed the ghost messenger, but I couldn't get to see him, alas..."

The ferryman didn't ask any more questions, but said calmly: "Then get on the boat, strangers shouldn't spend too much time in the ghost world, I'll take you back." The bamboo hat was raised slightly, as if catching a glimpse of the corner of the man's lips in red. With a slight smile indifferently, he added, "... the same goes for demons."

The man in red froze with a smile, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise, "Can you see that?"

The ferryman smiled lightly, and there was a bit of vicissitudes in his laughter: "I can't see clearly when I'm alive, but I can see clearly when I'm dead." He sighed, and after a while he said, "Just get on the boat."

The man in red nodded slightly, his toes were no more than a little bit, he had landed on the green bamboo boat lightly like a feather, the boat only sank a little, and it didn't shake at all.The ferryman was not surprised at all, he just held his stick on the river bank, and the green bamboo boat slowly swung into the river.

The yellow mist gradually closed behind the two of them, covering the barren land of exile, and also isolated the crying ghosts.In the silence, only the slight water current under the boat and the sound of the ferrymen paddling oars, surrounded by mist, this small bamboo boat seems to be a world of its own.

After a long time, the ferryman suddenly said: "The old man you are looking for...is very important to you?"

The man in red sat in the middle of the boat and was startled. Hearing his question, he was silent for a while before he said: "He is my... junior brother."

The ferryman nodded, and said again: "Since you are a brother, why don't you even know whether he is alive or dead?"

The man in red lowered his head slightly, but the corners of his lips twitched bitterly, and said softly: "We used to be brothers, but now we are separated."

The ferryman didn't ask any more questions, he just swung his arms and buried his head in rowing his oars. After a long time, the surrounding fog became darker and darker, and he heard him slowly say in the sound of oars: "I also have a brother, we Urinating in one place, we are like each other's siblings, but now... life and death are boundless."

There have never been any strangers in the ghost world, so this ferryman used a green bamboo boat on the Nai River to travel between the human and ghost worlds, so he was naturally a servant of the ghost world.The world after death is naturally quiet and silent, but the past in life is as vivid as before. Perhaps it is a rare stranger who brings back the memories of the past. The ferryman sighed softly for a while and then said: "My brother Since I was a child, I have been very eccentric. Yu Jia learned a lot better than me. The father of the two of us was a robber in the village... a first-class expert in making a living. We learned a lot from him since we were young. It was only a year. Dad, he didn't know where he went, and when he came back, he became stupid and foolish. Some people outside the village said that he had done too many evil things and damaged his morality, so he ended up like this. My brother was not angry when he heard that, so he simply said After taking over my father's mantle, I naturally joined him. At that time, I only felt that although those livelihoods were not easy to publicize, they were also a way to help the world and save people..."

"But I don't know what kind of job it is?" the man in red asked suddenly.

The ferryman was stunned for a moment, and stopped holding the club in his hand. He seemed a little ashamed to explain, and after a long silence, he sighed and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past, so it's okay to tell you. Our family Even the people in the whole village and the whole family are doing a job. My brother and I have learned the art of geomantic omen since we were young, and the method of robbing graves and digging wealth. This is not a good thing, but my brother and I only I feel that taking treasures that the dead don't need to help the living can make the treasures be put to good use. Although it is stealing, it also takes up the meaning of "righteousness". But you will know after death that even the dead have their own concerns. Our family The person who stole the object of his thoughts and disturbed the soul of the deceased is really treasonous and unaware of it, but the ghost world has written it down in the book of life and death!"

The man in red said in surprise: "Could it be that you are this servant..."

"You guessed right." The ferryman nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "People in my family have always had a very short lifespan, and those who live long can't live past 30 years old. After death, they have to serve as servants in the ghost world until their sins are redeemed. Into reincarnation..."

After a painful sigh, there was another moment of silence. The ferryman stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the river, stirring the oar in the red river water once and for all.

The man in red didn't bother him either, he just sat quietly in the boat, his eyes also watching the red ripples rippling by the boat.

After a long while, the ferryman continued the conversation: "Everyone in my family knows that life is not long, and they are naturally unwilling to live. The same is true of my two brothers. Later... I was seriously ill in bed, and he was even more sick. One layer of obsession is to find the law of longevity to free me and the whole family from the fate of short life. When I was about to die, he was still running around... Now that I am in the underworld, I know that no matter what the method of longevity is It is impossible to wash away the sins of our family, but he has to wait until here to find out..."

The man in red frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "When it comes to that, what's the use of knowing?"

"Is what you said wrong?" The ferryman sighed, "I am even more concerned about my brother's daughter, that girl is very pitiful, her parents know that she will not live long, and they are afraid that one day they will die. Sad, because I always stay away from her, and I am the only one who stays with her more on weekdays, but now I don't know how the little girl is doing..."

While speaking, he saw the yellow fog in front of him gradually brighten, and there were more river water lapping on the bank and faint human voices. The ferryman said: "Fengdu is ahead, it's time to return to the human world. I'm sorry to bother you, after listening to the long-awaited Old things."

The man in red got up and said, "Why bother me? Instead, I am the one to say thank you. If you hadn't pointed me out, how would I have known the location of the revolving mirror, and if you hadn't been here to ferry me, how would I have been able to go to and from the ghost world easily. I don't know how to repay you, so what's the trouble?"

The ferryman smiled, and said lightly: "Life and death are different. I don't have anything to ask you to repay. If you really feel sorry...then take a look at that little girl for me to see if she is doing well, and that is repayment." me."

Without hesitation, the man in red clasped his hands and said, "It's a deal."

Thus, the story begins.

[-]. Han Ling Yarn

A bend of clear river flows day and night, bypassing Hanjia Village and flowing to the southeast. Although it is mid-winter, the old banyan tree at the head of the village is still lush and green.A few sparrows may not be able to find food in this cold winter, so they chirped and chattered endlessly on the branches. Suddenly, a blue light fell from the sky, and the strong wind blew the treetops swaying wildly, scaring them away.

The green light dissipated in the rustling of Ye Xiang, and a man with a long sword walked out from it. This man was slender, wearing only a thin red dress, wide sleeves and long train, and he seemed to be indifferent in this severe cold season.A head of black hair splashed behind him like thick ink, showing chic and unrestrained, swaying to reveal a fair face, but seeing the long eyebrows like flying, eyes like pools, although there is a dusty look between the brows, it is difficult to hide his clear and strong character.

He stood under the tree and looked around for a long time, until he caught a glimpse of the three big characters "Hanjiacun" on the stone sign at the entrance of the village, and he showed a slight joy on his face.But before he could take a step, he suddenly heard someone shouting above his head: "Hey, who are you? What are you doing in our Han Family Village?"

The voice was clear and crisp, accompanied by several tinkling bells. The man in red looked up and saw that it was a girl who was speaking, sitting on a branch of the old banyan tree.The girl was only seven or eight years old, with a white and tender face that was very cute, with two bulging buns tied on her head, and a few small bells hanging from her hairband, which flickered as she spoke. , jingle jingle from time to time, quite interesting.

The man in red smiled slightly, and instead of answering, asked, "You've climbed so high, aren't you afraid you won't be able to come down?"

When the girl heard this, she puffed up her cheeks and hummed: "Don't look down on people! If this heroine can go up, she can... also go down. I want you to talk more!" Even so, those bright eyes were clearly full of hesitation, Anyone can see the harshness and insincerity in it, and the insincere words.

A narrow smile flashed in the eyes of the man in red, and he deliberately said again: "Then I won't disturb the heroine's elegant mood. I just dare to ask, where can I stay in the village here? It's getting late, and I'm very hungry gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a rumbling stomach, but this sound did not come from the "very hungry" man, but from the top of his head.The girl met the red-clothed man's uncontrollable gaze, her steamed bun face became more and more red, and finally she couldn't help shouting: "Yes, yes, I, Han Lingsha, only learned how to climb trees but not how to descend them. So what! This woman is talented, and she will definitely figure out how to go on in a while, and she won’t starve to death without eating a meal... Uh..." There was another groaning while speaking, and she immediately became more and more The softer excuse was suppressed.

The man in red shook his head while smiling, and suddenly waved his sleeves, a gust of wind swept up him. He heard a scream, and in an instant, only the branches above his head shook gently, and the girl on the tree was already in his arms. .

"You just said... your name is Han Lingsha?" Looking down at the startled little face, the man in red had a pair of gentle jade eyes with a hint of joy, "It really didn't take much effort... ..."

This man is Xuan Zhen. He has been running around the rivers and lakes for several years since he returned to the human world, just to find the whereabouts of his junior brother Yun Tianqing Wenming Ming Chanyou's daughter.Unexpectedly, Yun Tianqing and Suyu hadn't been heard from since they left Kunlun Mountains. He searched all over the Central Plains but still couldn't find out where they were. Thanks to the help of a ferryman on the Nai River, he found the revolving mirror, but after waiting for a long time, Yun Tianqing was nowhere to be seen, so he had to return in vain.Even so, he was still very grateful to the ferryman, so he agreed to return to the human world to visit his niece for him.

After leaving Fengdu, he headed south with his sword and followed the direction the ferryman gave to find Hanjia Village.That ferryman was a tomb robber before his life, and the village he lived in was extremely hidden. He was already very happy to find this place, but unexpectedly he met the person he was looking for before entering the village, and he was even more pleasantly surprised.

At the moment he put the girl on the ground, he was thinking about how to speak, when suddenly he felt his sleeves tightened, but was caught in the girl's hand, he just heard her say in a charming and authentic way: "Great Immortal, take me as your apprentice! "

Xuan Zhen couldn't help laughing immediately, and spread his hands pretending to be helpless: "Woman Xia, I don't know how to fall down a tree."

Han Lingsha's face was flushed, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "Don't make fun of me, Daxian, you are so powerful, you can create a strong wind, there must be other things, I...I want to learn the art of immortality!"

Xuan Zhen was stunned, and suddenly remembered what the ferryman on the Nai River had said, his feeling of narrowness suddenly faded a lot, and the way he looked at Han Lingsha also changed.Unexpectedly, a child would have such ambitions for the fate of the family, he sighed slightly in his heart, and asked seriously: "Why do you want to learn the art of longevity?"

Han Lingsha's small face also tensed up, and she said very seriously: "I want those uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters in the village to live, I don't want to see...someone died..." Speaking of this, Xu It was because of the thought of the deceased that her eyes were already red.

Xuan Zhen frowned slightly, squatting down and gently stroking the top of her head: "Silly girl, do you think longevity is not so easy? Although there is a way to prolong life, it can't change the fate of your family... If you really want to live longer , and tell your people to stop stealing from the dead.”

Han Lingsha was taken aback, pouted and said, "You...do you look down on tomb robbers? We, we are much better than those who are rich and unkind. My uncle said that stealing from the rich and helping the poor is done by chivalrous men. There's nothing wrong with giving something to the living because the dead don't need it!"

Xuan Zhen wanted to refute, but remembered the warning words that the ferryman once said not to reveal the ghost world, so he shook his head and suppressed the words stuck in his throat, then changed the subject and said: "Forget it, I am sure about the method of longevity." No, but if you can practice immortal techniques, maybe you can strengthen your body and prolong your life, I will pass on some to you, okay?"

When Han Lingsha heard this, the original dissatisfaction disappeared immediately, and she smiled happily: "Okay, okay, thank you Daxian!"

Xuan Zhen couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just some superficial spells, it's nothing." Then he read some spells to her that he learned when he was young. I memorized all the formulas, but due to my age, I couldn't comprehend many difficult parts, Xuan Zhen didn't force it.

After she recited the formulas, Xuan Zhen said again: "I was entrusted by a friend to visit you on his behalf. If you have any other wishes, please tell me. If I can do it, I will do it myself." Help you achieve it."

"Someone wants you to come and see me, who is it?" Han Lingsha looked over with a pair of big black eyes curiously.

Xuan Zhen shook his head and smiled: "That person doesn't want you to know his name, even if you know it, it will only increase your troubles."

"If you don't say it, don't say it, how rare..." Han Lingsha pursed her mouth and muttered a few words in a low voice, then blinked and said with a smile, "You will give me whatever I want, right?"

Xuan Zhen nodded slightly: "If I can do it, I will bring it to you."

"Well...then I want to—" Han Lingsha thought for a while, clapped her hands, and said, "Yes, we have never had snow in the south. I heard from my uncle that it is beautiful when it snows in the north. Snow is especially beautiful, he said before that he would take me to see it, and now..." As if thinking of something extremely sad, the smile on that bright little face dimmed a bit, but she recovered immediately, and continued with a smile. Get down, "Now I will trouble you to bring me some snow from the Kunlun Mountains!"

Kunlun Mountain... Xuan Zhen hesitated for a moment, seeing the girl in front of him looking forward to it, he finally laughed: "Okay, then it's a deal."

[-]. Murong Ziying

Snow-covered mountains occupy thousands of miles of Kunlun Mountains. Among the countless ups and downs, there is a mountain near the desert, but it is extremely rare and warm like spring. The trees are shady, and the clear water flows straight down from the peak, pouring into a small oasis at the foot of the mountain.

On the other hand, the other nearby mountain is covered in silver, without any green. The sun reflects the snow, outlining the outline of the mountain, which contrasts with the green mountain on the opposite side.The peak is an extremely empty flat land, covered with a thick layer of white snow, making it even more desolate. Suddenly, a gust of wind whizzes past, rolling up flakes of ice and snow, and a faint human voice is caught in the rustling sound. Scattered with the wind, fragmented.

Kunlun Mountain is already extremely cold, and the top of the mountain is even more windy. There are hardly any birds or beasts. It is really strange that there are human voices at this time. If there are other people here, they will probably think it is a mountain spirit and ghost.As the gust of wind slowed down, the voices of the people wrapped in it became clearer.

"...Murong Ziying, you have to bear in mind what happened today. Master said that a man should not act on his own merits in the world. It is really stupid to act recklessly just because of a few provocative words from Master Su Xin——Ah sneeze!"

The voice was childish, and it came from behind a big rock on the top of the peak. There was only one person behind the rock. He was thin and small, and his height was not as high as the sword box on his back. He was a boy about ten years old. Wrapped around his body in a blue and white robe, the robe was quite loose, and it was chilly after being filled with the wind, causing him to sneeze even more.

But even so, that cold pale little face still tried to maintain a dignified look, braved the wind and snow and tirelessly taught himself, only occasionally glanced at the opposite green mountain peak, the pair of shining eyes A gloomy look flashed in his phoenix eyes.

The name of this child is Murong Ziying, and he is the grandson of Zonglian, the elder of the Qionghua Sect in Kunlun Mountain. He was sent to Kunlun by his family since he was a child, and he was spotted by the elder Zonglian because of his extraordinary talent. Practice is not superficial.

Back then, the Qionghua faction fought against the demon world, which shocked the world, but the ending was embarrassing. Not to mention the death of the real master Taiqing, more than half of the middle-aged and older disciples of the faction were lost. The only elder Zonglian The disciple who entered the room also died in that battle.Therefore, even though Murong Ziying is nominally under the disciple who entered the room, she is actually a Daoist who inherited the sect.Zong Lian was seriously injured after that battle, and he did not get better after recuperating for a long time. He knew that time was running out, so he treated Murong Ziying with all his heart and wholeheartedly, wishing to teach him all he had learned. My elder, who is called Shigong, is actually the master, is the most respected and closest person, and he also worked hard in cultivation, and he has never been disappointed by the Pope's practice.

It's just that the practice on Kunlun Mountain is extremely quiet, and there are few disciples of the same age in the sect. As a child, he naturally feels bored sometimes.Recently, Zong Lian suffered from an old injury, so he avoided going to Qingfengjian to recuperate, and entrusted him to Su Xin, an uncle of the school.This Suxin was originally a disciple of the former head Taiqing Zhenren, and also the junior sister of the current head Suyao, and her status in the Qionghua Sect can be regarded as extraordinary, but her temper is quite weird, she often acts recklessly, teaching the head Men Suyao was extremely distressed, and many disciples in the sect were also very dissatisfied.Murong Ziying fell into this person's hands, and every time she made fun of her, she always felt miserable.

On this day, Su Xin brought back a lot of fine wine from the mountain and ate and drank. Seeing Murong Ziying standing aside and staring at a bag of candy very absorbedly, he smiled and said that he would take the exam, if he passed For the school exam, not only candy is provided, but half of the food is also given to him.Murong Ziying followed Zong Lian to become a vegetarian for several years on the mountain, and she was very moved right away. When she was hesitating, Su Xin deliberately provoked her with words from the sidelines. Sure enough, he was hooked and responded immediately.

Su Xin immediately had a problem, asking Yu Jian to go to the opposite mountain to pick a herb called "Drunken Immortal", saying that the wine made from this herb is particularly mellow.Murong Ziying felt troubled in his heart, he had been on the mountain for several years and had never left the Qionghua sect, even though he was proficient in the art of controlling the sword, he had never practiced it, now that he was asked to control the sword alone, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant , but when he raised his eyes and saw the malicious smile on Uncle Suxin's face, he couldn't swallow the breath in his heart, so he stubbornly picked up the sword box and went out of the mountain gate, so...he ended up like this Exhausted of strength, he could only look at the opposite mountain and sigh.

He was trembling in the snow while complaining to himself, when he suddenly heard a strong wind blowing on the top of the peak, which gradually turned into a whirlwind, and then he saw a blue light flying from the sky, just falling in the center of the whirlwind, and suddenly the eye of the wind was blown It exploded, and suddenly the cold wind was like a knife, and the ice and snow were lumped into pieces, flying around.The snow particles hurt her face, but Murong Ziying stood blankly behind the stone and didn't care to rub it. Her phoenix eyes were wide open, looking at the person who was slowly walking out of the blue light on the snow.

The man was not young enough, and his head was full of blue hair dancing in the wind, exuding a sense of chicness and wantonness. Occasionally, snowflakes would fall on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which were as delicate as a jade statue, and they would instantly melt into a piece of transparency. The vast white snow, like a plum blooming in the cold air, takes away all the brilliance of this season as soon as it appears.

Could he be... the deep mountain snow demon that Master once said?Murong Ziying stared at the man intently, and this thought suddenly crossed her mind.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly felt an itching in my nose, and before I could cover it up, another sneeze had already "come out of my nose".

Oops!Murong Ziying's heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly raised her eyes to look, and sure enough, she just met the surprised gaze that the man turned his head to cast.

"you……"

Xuan Zhen stared blankly at the small head protruding from behind the stone not far away, and felt it was unimaginable, how could a child appear in such a severe cold season and on such a steep peak?Could it be... the Kunlun Snow Demon that my uncle and the others had mentioned?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the child on the opposite side say loudly: "Where are you evildoer, you dare to spy near the Qionghua faction?" Then he heard the sound of the sword, and the child had a blue long sword in his hand. Pointing directly at Xuan Zhen's chest, the other hand pinched the Yin Jue early on to get ready to go.

Xuan Zhen suddenly felt a headache. The child in front of him was a human, not a mountain monster. Instead of letting him breathe a sigh of relief, it added to his melancholy.He purposely hid his tracks all the way to avoid his old friends, but unfortunately he was still discovered by a Qionghua disciple when he arrived at the ground, but...he looked at the child and slowly moved his eyes down to the sword pointed at him. There was a little more surprise, and he blurted out: "Wufang Shanfu! Who are you, Elder Zong Lian?"

He had been taught by a famous teacher, and he had an extraordinary vision. He recognized the green sword in the child's hand at a glance. It seemed inconspicuous, but there was a faint light on the sword. He took a closer look and saw that the child was carrying a huge sword box behind him, and the way he looked at the other party changed again and again, and he was secretly sure that this child was by no means an ordinary Qionghua disciple.

The child was also surprised when he called out the name of the sword in his hand: "How do you know?" After a pause, he raised his head and said proudly, "Elder Zong Lian is my master!"

Sure enough!Xuan Zhen secretly said in his heart.Elder Zong Lian used to treat him very well. Although he had been away from Qionghua for several years, he never forgot it. He also felt guilty for killing Xuan Ting by mistake. Now he met Xuan Ting's named disciple and Zong Lian's grandson. , couldn't help but feel a little close, and immediately said kindly: "You are still young, you should devote yourself to cultivating in the door, why go to the mountains to play alone, if you lose your strength and fall from the sword, or encounter Mountain monster, what should I do?"

Those words hit the child's heart, and the serious little face became tighter immediately, but there were two blushes on his cheeks, and he said awkwardly: "I, Murong Ziying, didn't sneak out of the teacher. I am just playing for the master, I will go back when my strength recovers, don’t worry about it.”

Xuan Zhen shook his head and laughed: "As expected of the elder Zong Lian's sect, he is quite a master." After saying this, he ignored the child, and walked to the top of the peak under a few old cypresses, and looked up. .

Murong Ziying only felt that his behavior was weird, and couldn't help but wanted to see what he did.I saw Xuan Zhen picked an old cypress, nodded, then flipped his wrist, and pulled out a small celadon altar from his sleeve, and then flicked the other sleeve, the branches full of trees rustled When it shook, the snow piled up on the cypress leaves also fell straight down, and I didn't see how he moved, but he just shook his sleeves from time to time, and the scattered white snow was gradually gathered by a small gust of wind, and filled in. In the celadon altar supported by that white jade-like palm.

When the celadon altar was gradually filled, Xuan Zhen took out the cloth and tied the mouth of the altar tightly, pinched the magic formula with his fingers in his sleeves, read a few words silently, and saw a layer of blue light like water waves gradually covering the celadon altar, blue light Gradually rippling and fading into the air like ripples, Xuan Zhen nodded slightly in satisfaction, and put the jar back into his sleeve.

Turning his head, he met Murong Ziying's curious eyes again.Xuan Zhen smiled slightly, looked at his blushing face and said, "I wonder if the little master's business is over?"

Murong Ziying squeezed a bunch of herbs in her hand, her little face turned redder, and she nodded shyly.

Xuan Zhen smiled and said: "Then let's go." As he spoke, he stepped forward, and before the child could resist, he had already picked him up, and the Chunshui sword blared from behind, and came out of its sheath.

Just like when it came, there was a strong wind, and the blue light went away carelessly.When the wind stopped and the snow stagnated, the peak was already empty.

A moment later, outside the mountain gate of the Qionghua School, Xuan Zhen gently put Murong Ziying on the ground, and stroked the top of his head with a faint smile: "Young master, next time, don't be brave and go out alone with the sword."

Murong Ziying wrenched her head out of his palm in displeasure, raised her head and argued, "I'm doing things for the teacher, I'm definitely not trying to be brave!"