The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Although Beitang Hanye's vision and spiritual consciousness were separated by the blockage on his eyes, he knew it from the moment Chu Yiyang woke up. Hearing the sound of the robe slipping off the young man, he asked: " Had a nightmare?"

At this moment, he has faded away from the intrusion of passion, lust and poison, and he is the sword that is not stained with dust and has a pure heart.

Seeing him sitting in this crude cave, Chu Yiyang seemed to have turned this place into his golden platform and jade palace on top of the Kunlun Mountains.

For a peerless genius like him who cultivated swords from birth and reached a very high level early on, things like dreams naturally have nothing to do with him.So Chu Yiyang said "it's okay", and looked down at the clothes covering his body.

Apart from the two of them, there was no third person in the cave. This robe must have been covered by Beitang. Judging from the thousand-petal lotus pattern on it that only Kunlun swordsmen used, this robe also belonged to him.

With the current relationship between the two, coupled with Beitang Hanye's act of covering him with his own clothes, it added a bit of charm for no reason.

Chu Yiyang knew about Beitang Hanye's storage bag before.

He grabbed the robe that had slid to his waist, draped it over his shoulders, and wrapped himself up.

It's not surprising that there is a change of clothes in it, but it can't be expected that the owner of the storage bag is now awake and can take out any food from it.

Looking at Beitang Hanye's appearance, it is obvious that he has just woken up from meditation, and he must have meditated as soon as he woke up. It seems that the injuries on his body are no longer serious.Later on, they will practice double cultivation again. For him, it will be a real preparation for crossing the tribulation. The northern border will soon welcome their youngest sword master.

Beitang Hanye is fine, and will bring the world back to the established track soon, this realization makes Chu Yiyang feel happy for a while.

This happy feeling somewhat diluted the haze brought by the nightmare just now, so he planned to get up and go to the pool in the cave to wash up.

The activation of the Yaodan is always very irregular. He doesn't know how long it will be until the next activation, but he still decides to make a quick decision.

It's just that Beitang Hanye was not satisfied with the answer he gave earlier, he wanted to know what this young man, whose background was a mystery and who didn't care much about many things he should care about, dreamed so that he could wake up. Struggled as hard as before.

He sat on the spot without moving, but "looked" at the direction where Chu Yiyang was, and said to him, "Come here."

Because the thought of wanting him to come over and ask him what he saw in the dream came from his heart, so when Beitang Hanye uttered these two words, he unconsciously brought the power of the blood contract.

These two words fell on Chu Yiyang like a lasso, which made him feel that his whole body was suddenly imprisoned, and then was pulled by an invisible force, changing the direction he wanted to go before, towards the sitting position. People on the ground go.

The overlong robe dragged on the ground and made a small sound, accompanied by the shaking of the string of golden bells on the young man's feet, he slowly approached him.

The next moment, Beitang Hanye felt a familiar weight fall into his arms, and then the two young arms protruded from the robe, wrapping around his shoulders as if in love neck.

Beitang Hanye was slightly taken aback.

It was probably because the order of their acquaintance was somewhat reversed. Before they knew each other's identities, they did what the closest Taoist couple in the world could do. Therefore, the young man's closeness did not make him resist.

Instead, the man in his arms reminded him of a cat he had as a child.

He was not born as a Kunlun swordsman, nor was he born with the way of killing.

When he was young, he lived in the palace on the top of Kunlun, the night was cold and the moon was cold and the wind was clear. A kitten who was as young as him could give some comfort to a child who was also abandoned by his mother.

A cat's heartbeat was calming, and at an age when he was a child disturbed by nightmares, the heartbeat of a kitten reassured him, just like the heartbeat of a boy in his arms.

They were so close, Beitang Hanye could hear his heartbeat very clearly, the heart of killing that had not calmed down for a moment after he entered the killing path was actually calmed down at this moment.

The cave was so quiet for a while that only the sound of water dripping from the top of the cave remained. The idea of ​​calling him over and asking him what he saw in his dream that frightened him has become unimportant now.

Chu Yiyang was wearing his robes, and it smelled like his breath. A creature like this without cultivation could not survive even if it transformed into a human form in the secret realm.

He shouldn't be here.

For the rest of his life, Beitang Hanye suddenly saw clearly the deeper thought in his heart——

The place he should stay most in the world should be by his side.

So the killing heart calmed down, but in his chest, something else burned.

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Human realm, Green Leaf Mountain City.

A few days ago, an extremely strong man came to the city. His sword replaced the original water magic weapon and suppressed the Xuanyin veins underground. The aura in the city recovered, and the mortals in the city felt better. Green Leaf Mountain City began to rebuild steadily.

And the things that the heads and elders of the various sects and sects were worried about did not happen. It seemed that after that, everything in the secret realm became smoother.

It was almost noon, and the scorching sun was shining on the top of the city, and the ones patrolling the top of the city were real monks.

The outside of the city was still a desert, and it took three days for the blizzard left by Jianzi's visit to completely melt away, and the inside and outside of the city returned to their original colors.

The spirit of monks is stronger than that of ordinary people, and their bodies are also stronger than ordinary people, so looking at the yellow sand under such a scorching sun does not make them feel uncomfortable, but the steaming heat makes everything in the desert look distorted Suddenly, a figure appeared in the yellow sand.

The monk on the top of the wall narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction, and saw that the person who came was a luthier in a green shirt.

His hair is messy, and the back of his head looks like a dead branch that he has broken down from somewhere. The donkey he is riding on is also very thin. The journey along the way is full of wind and dust, and everyone and the donkey seem to be stained by dust. old.

But even though he was slovenly, and his blue shirt was discolored by the yellow sand, he looked very clean.

It was as if there was no cleaner person in the world than him.

He rode a donkey and walked forward slowly, when suddenly the cry of a child came from behind him.

The monks on the top of the wall were taken aback for a moment, only then did they realize that he was not alone.

Behind the luthier riding the donkey was a boy in blue clothes.

The little Qin boy was holding a piano that was taller than him, trying not to let the tail of the piano drag on the ground, and also had to keep up with the donkey in the desert, so he looked very struggling.

The owner who was riding on the donkey didn't have the slightest intention to help. When he heard his voice, he just turned his head and smiled at him and said something.

The luthier looks to be of a certain age, but just like the contradiction between simplicity and cleanliness in him, he still feels very young.

There are fine lines at the corners of his eyes. When he smiles, it looks like the ripples of spring water being blown away by the breeze. It seems that he has been rolling in the world for many years, but his eyes are very bright, as if he has not seen too much filth in the world.

For such a contradictory person, even though he had a normal aura and was accompanied by a child, the monks on the top of the wall did not take it lightly.

They knew what happened in the city before, and they also knew why they were transferred here from the place where they were stationed, so they didn't regard this person as an ordinary luthier at all, and quickly passed on the change in the desert, so that other Man on alert.

However, they were fully prepared and waited for the pair of master and servant to come to the city in a blink of an eye, but he and his little piano boy really walked slowly for a long time before arriving at the majestic Qingye Mountain City. Under the city wall, there is no fairy trick that the people at the top of the city think of.

Luotuo luthier and his qin boy came under the closed city gate, looked up at the majestic giant city in front of them.

Little Qintong hugged the qin, raised his round face, and looked at the city gate, which was as tall as a dozen of him, with amazement in his young eyes:

"Is this Qingye Mountain City?"

"Yes." His master replied gently, riding on the back of a donkey, "This is Qingye Mountain City."

"Hey, the ones below!" Suddenly the voice of the patrolling monk came from above the two of them, the master and the servant raised their heads a little, looked up, and saw the monk stretched out his body, and shouted to them: " What are you here for? Now that the city is closed, outsiders are not allowed to enter, if you are a mortal, you have to detour to the next-door city."

As he spoke, he pointed his hand hundreds of miles away, pointing to another border town that also stood in the desert, but it was not as big as Qingye Mountain City, nor was it as famous as this one.

Although they felt that this Luotuo luthier could not be a monk, after all, there is no monk in the world who walks like this, but the middle-aged monk who stood at the top of the city and spoke to them added another sentence: "If you are a monk, you must show your identity."

Every monk has a token of his own sect, which is the proof of their passage to and from all places of practice.

The little piano boy who is exquisite and beautiful, but his face is dyed yellow and black by yellow sand, looked at the luthier: "They want to see your ID card, do you have it?"

"It used to be." said the bearded luthier, "but it was taken back when it came out."

That means nothing.

Xiaoqintong let out an "ah".If there is no proof, they will not be able to enter, what should we do?

"That's it."

He heard the master's voice floating above his head, and then he felt light in his arms. It was the zither he was carrying all the way that was taken away by the man on the donkey.

Then, the right hand, which was not dirty from the nails to the back of the hand, swung across the piano.

The blue zither sounded like waves, swinging away from the city gate, and flooded the entire city in an instant.

In the underground pool of blood, Su Jianzun, who was guarding quietly in front of the heavy veil, opened his eyes, and the beauty in the palace costume who was dressed in red and full of blood disappeared from the inn, and appeared on the city wall in the next second, with the veil flying between his arms.

The luthier in green shirt held the qin in one hand and raised his head, his eyes met her, as if he had been stabbed by the scorching sun above his head, causing him to be in a trance.

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This article will enter V on 8.22. After V, it will be updated on a daily basis. If it is not updated, I will ask for leave. Thank you everyone.

Of course, I said earlier that I want a daily update but there is no daily update, and I will continue to make up the update.

For example, this chapter is 8.3.