Sword cuts mountains and rivers

"How can I help you?" Xiao Junlan didn't push him away, he looked into Xiao Junlan's eyes, the eyes were completely covered up, making him unable to see clearly.

Ye Wanqing approached Xiao Junlan, he bit his lips and teeth, restrained himself from keeping a distance from Xiao Junlan, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother's robe...can you lend me."

"I smell the orchid fragrance on senior brother's body, so I don't feel so uncomfortable."

He was really afraid that he couldn't help but rush towards Xiaojunlan in the next second. Only when he touched the fresh life, could he wake up and realize that he was not locked in the airtight jar.

Xiao Junlan seemed to turn her head to look at him slightly for a while, and then gave him the robe after a while.

He hugged Xiao Junlan's robe to the other side, and he felt a little better with the breath of others surrounding him.

Lan Xiang seemed to block the sticky feeling of sealing and dampness, allowing him to catch his breath. With his back to Xiaojunlan, he sat in the corner by himself, touching the gauze around his neck with his fingertips, and it leaked out His blood turned dark, like ink stains.

He closed his eyes by himself, and the long sword on the side of his sleeve was pressed against his skin. After a while, a shadow fell in front of his eyes, and Xiao Junlan's voice rang in his ears.

"Is it like this a few days ago?"

Ye Wanqing opened his eyes, he heard "offended", and then he was hugged.

He met Xiao Junlan's face, Xiao Junlan lowered his eyes slightly, "Usually people will not survive for a quarter of an hour after the onset of spider poisoning, but you have survived for two quarters of an hour, and your perseverance is amazing."

Ye Wanqing didn't sound like a good word, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hugged Xiao Junlan's robe tightly.Now Xiao Junlan is only wearing the black robe inside, and his figure is even taller, as if he can easily cover his whole body.

Clutching the outer robe with her thin white fingertips, Ye Wanqing struggled to speak, "Brother, are you praising me?"

He was asking knowingly, but Xiao Junlan naturally didn't mean it that way, he was half hugged by Xiao Junlan, Xiao Junlan smiled lightly, "You don't seem to be afraid of pain."

The corners of Ye Wanqing's lips tightened when he heard this, it had nothing to do with whether he was afraid of pain or not, with Xiao Junlan distracting him, he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

Originally, he could still hold on, but the whole person behind him was not so tense, so he let himself lean on Xiaojunlan's shoulder.

"Senior Brother...Senior Brother..."

The young man in his arms called his name, Xiao Junlan's face was indifferent, and he leaned over to listen, the scorching breath came to his ears, and the voice of the man in his arms was a little hoarse.

"You... don't leave me behind."

Then the person couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

Ye Wanqing was in a daze, and when he woke up again, he was awakened by the pain.He opened his eyes and found that he was still in Xiaojunlan's arms. The memory of the night before rushed over his face. He was a little dizzy, and slowly took away Xiaojunlan's hand on his waist.

He was very close to Xiaojunlan. Looking closer, it was indeed an extremely perfect and delicate face.He couldn't find anything wrong with it, and now it's not so uncomfortable to wake up, just because of other movements, Xiao Junlan opened his eyes.

Those dark eyes were slightly lowered, the corners of Ye Wanqing's lips were straightened, and she thanked her as usual, "Thank you, brother."

Xiao Junlan didn't say anything, they were going to chase the spider ghost during the day, if he was alone, the cucumbers and vegetables would be cold by the time, but with Xiao Junlan, it seemed that there would be no problem.

He was still hugging Xiaojunlan's robe, but Xiaojunlan didn't mention it, so he didn't return it on his own initiative, and hugged it all the way.

At first, he thought it would take a while to find the spider ghost. After all, the hiding place must not be easy to find, so he was a little dumbfounded when he got there.

Xiao Junlan is patient and careful in doing things on weekdays, but she seems to have no patience in dealing with evil spirits. She has almost figured out the position, and when the cold falling sword is unsheathed, the moment the sword light falls, the creatures on the whole mountain cannot escape.

He practiced the righteous way, and only evil spirits would be affected. At the moment when the sword light fell, he seemed to hear countless pitiful screams.

The feeling of suffocation and being bitten by spiders seemed to dissipate. He touched his neck, and the pain was no longer there.

At this moment, he was sure that the Uncrowned Sword God of Kyushu was not bragging.The strong wind in the sky rustled, half of the clouds seemed to be torn apart, and the mighty pressure spread across the entire mountain, almost causing half of the mountain to vibrate.

Ye Wanqing was a little unsteady on the spot. He looked at the rusty iron sword in his hand and fell into deep thought. Affected by the coercion, he couldn't stand still and called out "senior brother".

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Junlan, accidentally touched Xiao Junlan's fingertips, and Xiao Junlan also helped him.

He called senior brother, Xiao Junlan turned to look at him, his fingertips touched the gauze around his neck, after thinking about it, he didn't take it off.

"I originally thought that the name of the senior brother was blown out."

Xiao Junlan's sword turned into a wind and showed his original shape again. Hearing this, he let out an "oh" and said softly, "Now."

"Half and half," Ye Wanqing asked belatedly, "The task is considered complete, and the senior brother did it for us. This time it is really cheating."

Xiao Junlan was easy to speak, "I will keep it a secret for you."

That is to say, Ye Wanqing is mainly worried about his own money, he really can't afford to eat, although he can almost practice bigu after a while...

Back at Jiannan Villa, the elder thought they had cooperated to complete the task, and praised him and He Cheng, and he also received his money.

Hecheng knew the truth, he didn't have a good mouth, and everyone said that Xiao Junlan took good care of him, and the matter spread from Wangyue Peak to Linghe Peak.

In addition, he ran to Hefeng in Chengling, the news spread quickly, and even Meng Yi knew about it.

Meng Yi: "Xiaoye, I heard that you have been very close to Xiaojunlan recently."

"The elder asked me to go to him to practice calligraphy. Did you also hear those rumors?" Ye Wanqing bought some things for Meng Yi. Meng Yi's qualifications were average, he hadn't accepted the task yet, and his life was very difficult.

"He has helped me a few times, and we are just ordinary brothers."

"That's not what I meant," Meng Yi put away the classics on the table, and said to him, "You are a good material for cultivating immortality, if he can help you..."

Ye Wanqing's eyelids twitched, and he covered Meng Yi's mouth with tea, "Say a few words, I have my own measure."

Meng Yi next to him was a little worried. He was a boy in his early teens, just the age when he was most ignorant of love and easily shaken.

Forget it, everyone has their own destiny.

Ye Wanqing went to Xiaojunlan's place after leaving Meng Yi's place. It rained a lot recently, and he was holding the umbrella of Xiaojunlan's. The umbrella had 24 bamboo ribs. Huai Jin said that the ink painting on it was Xiaojunlan's painting from.

He looked twice on the way, but he couldn't see any way out. He held an umbrella all the way to Linghe Peak. Xiaojunlan didn't go out today.

Not going out means that he practiced calligraphy for more than an hour, and Xiao Junlan would watch him from the side, and he couldn't finish writing ahead of time.

Ye Wanqing gave the umbrella to Huai Jin. Sitting in front of the table he was familiar with, he found that the classics had changed. In the past, he copied the history and Buddhist scriptures of the immortal sect, but now they have replaced them with the ghost family genealogy.

The first page is about spider ghosts and ghost ghosts, on which are their habits and areas of expertise. The handwriting looks familiar to him, and it seems that Xiao Junlan sorted it out.

"Brother, did you sort this out?"

Ye Wanqing took the classics to ask, and flipped through them. The labels were very detailed, and there were even actual combat examples, which are not found in ordinary classics.

"I sorted it out before, you can copy this later, it's best to memorize it."

The outside world is dangerous, and disputes between the world of cultivating immortals and the ghost clan continue. Even though the ghost king has fallen for thousands of years, the mortal world and the world of cultivating immortals are still restless.

Ye Wanqing said "Oh", and a smile appeared on the corners of her lips. He saw that the ink on it was very fresh, as if it had just been written in the past few days.

There were many things on it that he hadn't seen before. He said "Thank you, brother", his eyes lit up slightly, and he took the classics and copied them.

Ye Wanqing was attracted by the classics and immersed himself in it for a while. The hall was full of orchids, and he didn't pay attention to the people behind him approaching him, until Xiao Junlan's fingertips tapped the edge of the paper.

"Why is this word always badly written?"

Hearing this, he came out of his own thoughts, and the first thing he looked at was Xiao Junlan's hand, he had rarely seen such a beautiful hand, the last time he saw it was in the Ghost Cave.

Then he looked at the words Xiao Junlan pointed to, and clicked on the words he copied on the previous page, and the writing on this page was also poor.

"Everything in the past is a prologue, and everything I can't explain is just a boat."

His "Shi" character is always poorly written, not only the "Shi" character, but he doesn't write very well like this kind of characters with thick left and right sides.

"It's much better than before. I can't write as well as senior brother."

The words written by Xiao Junlan are evenly written, not like his one side has one more piece and the other side has a missing piece. At first glance, it looks like a ball of ink is glued together.

As he said this, his fingertips were held, and a warm touch came. His fingertips moved slightly, and Xiao Junlan took his hand and moved it to a blank space on the side.

"This kind of characters with left and right radicals are usually narrower on the left side. You always get too much ink with your pen..."

Ye Wanqing's ears were a little hot, it seemed that charcoal was burned in the temple today, and he could see Xiao Junlan's profile from the corner of his eyes.

The man's side face is handsome, and each stroke seems to be drawn out in detail. When he lowered his eyes, he covered his misty pupils, his eyelashes fell like a fan, and there was a straight nose bridge downwards. Shaved lips.

His master told him that people with this lip shape are usually stubborn, but emotionally cold, and most of them are heartless people.

"nineteen?"

Xiao Junlan's voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and there was an ink dot on the paper. He looked at Xiao Junlan's eyes, and the other's eyes were dark, and he could see his own figure from inside.

"I've made a note," Ye Wanqing coughed. He recovered his mind and stopped thinking about it. After Xiao Junlan taught him to write two, he tried to write a few on the side.

Before leaving, it started to rain, the rain was quite heavy, big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, he waited for a while, and told Xiao Junlan that tomorrow would be later.

"There is a competition tomorrow, I will come later."

After Ye Wanqing finished speaking, she realized that there was no need to say it, because Xiao Junlan was not there every day, and even if she was, she was not waiting for him.

Xiao Junlan: "I've heard that nineteen times are the first in the Waifeng competition."

"It's just a coincidence." Ye Wanqing said so, but her little tail still secretly cocked up in her heart.

Xiao Junlan didn't say much, just asked him to try and cheer, he reckoned that the rain outside should be lighter, and just stepped out, the wind and rain outside seemed to blow him up.

The back mountain where he lives is not a short distance from Linghe Peak.

Xiao Junlan seemed to have noticed his side, and said after a while, "If Nineteen doesn't mind, you might as well stay tonight."