Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing didn't sleep well that day, he was shivering under the quilt, his face turned pale when he woke up the next day, and the three teenagers who lived in the same hospital with him had already left.

There are two teenagers guarding outside, and the two teenagers are his disciples who are about the same age as him, and they respectfully call him son.

"My son is not used to living here. We were busy with the formalities yesterday." One of the disciples glanced at the bed where he slept, and said with a wink, "We will change the quilt for the son when we come back today. Brother Qi has already done it." gone."

What Qi Jin was talking about was the bodyguard sent by his mother to protect him.

Ye Wanqing's spirit was very poor, he was still cold now, the two disciples bought him a lot of things, and put a fox fur on him, worried that he would be afraid of the cold, so they stuffed Mrs. Tang into his arms.

He knew that Jiange would be laughed at in the past, but at this time he didn't care so much, why should he wrong himself.

"In the future, if Shizi boils water to take a bath, tell us in advance that we have changed rooms, and now we are in the yard next to Shizi. Brother Qi has told us to take good care of Shizi's daily life."

Ye Wanqing let out a "hmm", after thinking about it, she didn't have anything to explain.The two disciples followed him to Jiange to attend classes, and dropped by on the way.

Jiange's first class is to test their qualifications.When Ye Wanqing passed by, almost all the people had arrived. Those who came to Fenglai were all geniuses from all over the world. They had already learned to use spiritual power to protect their bodies, so they didn't feel uncomfortable with Fenglai's temperature difference between day and night.

A smear of white appeared in the eastern sky, and Ye Wanqing received a lot of attention, all kinds of things, most of them were surprised that he was still wearing fox fur, some were surprised by his appearance, and some heard that he was the heir of Jingzhou.

The elder quickly came in and asked them to test their spiritual roots one by one. The spiritual roots are divided into aptitudes. The best is the pure spiritual root. .

Pure spiritual roots can be hidden. In his previous life, he had hidden as an ordinary single spiritual root.

Now he can't hide it, he is the last miscellaneous spirit root.

Most of the disciples are double-rank, and there are many single-rank. Generally, third-rank and miscellaneous spirit roots cannot enter Fenglai.

Those discussions entered her ears, and Ye Wanqing could guess what they were thinking.

"I thought it would be a genius, but I made a mistake."

"Look at his lips are frozen white, such a physique is not suitable for cultivation at all, it's too far-fetched."

"Perhaps the son of a rich family came to play."

Why does cultivating immortals pay attention to qualifications?If one's aptitude is good, one can easily condense spiritual power without fear of cold or heat, and without food.In other words, ordinary people need three meals a day, coupled with the fragility of their bodies, they are not comparable in terms of cultivation alone.

Neither efficiency nor time can compare.

Ye Wanqing lowered her eyes slightly when she heard the words, and he remained silent.

The elder in the front row said, "Don't judge people by aptitude easily. Do you think that everyone who has attained the Dao and Ascension has outstanding aptitude?"

"Don't talk about anything else... the Xiaojian God you like, he was originally a miscellaneous spirit root, even worse than ordinary people..."

A disciple in the back row couldn't listen any longer, and said back, "Xiao Jianshen was born with a sword bone, it doesn't matter whether he has a spiritual root or not."

"Yes, yes, there is only one person born with a sword bone in a thousand years. What good examples are there for such a genius?"

The elder coughed twice in embarrassment, "Anyway, it's rare for you to be classmates. You come from different places. Ji Shizi is not in good health, so don't bully him."

"We won't bully Ji Shizi, he looks so good-looking!"

"Yes, yes, does the elder think we are some evil Saburo?"

San Lang is a new storybook that has become popular recently. In it, there is an evil god named San Lang who does all kinds of evil. He likes to bully kind-hearted humans.

There was a roar of laughter underneath, and the corners of Ye Wanqing's lips tightened. He hated the number three, and hated the man who ranked third.

"I'll give you one afternoon, you go to Sword Forging Valley to pick a sword each."

Unexpectedly, there was no class on the first day, and all the disciples cheered.Ye Wanqing was stopped by the elder before leaving, the elder looked at him kindly and treated him very politely.

"Ji Shizi, the city lord has already explained to us that your cultivation base is low, and Jiange will take you for the time being. When that person comes back from completing the task, he will teach you instead."

"He is our Fenglai's signature. If he teaches you, you will definitely solve the problem of the son's spiritual root."

Ye Wanqing heard that it was Jiang Xun's arrangement, so she didn't say anything, just said "Thank you, elder". He originally planned to pick up swords with a group of disciples, but he didn't like it when he went to Sword Forging Valley to see it.

At night, someone found him and asked someone to give him a long box.

It contained his original rusty iron sword.Needless to say, this sword was naturally sent by Xiao Junlan, and it belonged to him in the first place.

At that time, he could feel spiritual power with this sword, but now he has changed his body, but he can't feel anything.

Ye Wanqing put the sword away, and chose an ordinary sword at random. When he returned to the courtyard, only Xue Lan was there, and the other disciples went somewhere.

Xue Lan didn't say hello when he came in. Xue Lan didn't talk much in the yard, and he got on well with the other two disciples on the surface. He could tell that the other two disciples were actually a little afraid of Xue Lan.

Ye Wanqing didn't come back alone, she followed his two disciples to help him make the bed, changed him into a soft quilt made of silk, even got charcoal fire from nowhere, and placed three or four Mrs. Tang for him .

"My lord, the guard outside is here again."

Only the special slashing envoy guards can come in Fenglai, the guards came to deliver the sword just now, Ye Wanqing let the disciple go out, and he came back soon.

Xiao Junlan gave him another piece of jade, the jade is a high-quality fire jade, after wearing it, he can not be afraid of the cold, this kind of fire jade is very rare, there are only a few pieces in the world.

The main thing is that Huoyu recognizes the master, and those who have recognized the master are useless to others.There are very few people who have not confessed the Lord, and this is the one in front of them.

The other party seemed to know his current situation well, Ye Wanqing felt agitated in his heart, he didn't answer, and his expression was indifferent.

"You just keep it, and he will deliver things in the future, so you don't have to see him."

Xue Lan had no sense of presence at first, and touched the jade dish by the bed for a long time before raising her eyes and looking at Ye Wanqing.

"My lord, this... this is given to you by Sword God Xiao, I cannot accept it."

"Isn't what he gave me mine? I have the right to dispose of it."

"You just keep it, Qi Jin doesn't have to mention this matter to mother, I will get used to it soon."

The disciple agreed, and went down flattered with the fire jade. Only he and Xue Lan were left in the courtyard, and there was a lady Tang in his arms.

Ye Wanqing frowned, thinking about why Xiao Junlan knew about his situation, maybe she sent someone to monitor him.

His gaze subconsciously looked at Xue Lan who was opposite.

Xue Lan met his gaze and smiled lightly. The gentle smile diluted the horror brought by the scar, and her whole temperament softened.

He also reflected on whether he should apologize to Xue Lan, but in the end he didn't.

Ye Wanqing slept with his three Mrs. Tang at night. The quilt made of silk was very warm, but he still felt dizzy and had a fever that night.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who was caught wind and cold just after coming here."

"Would he know how to use spiritual power? How did he get in? Fenglai doesn't have a threshold."

"He has a back door, but I heard that he is very good at riding and shooting, and his swordsmanship seems to be good, but his aptitude is poor."

"We are not a military camp in Kyushu. It's different..."

"Don't interrupt, let's see what to do now, do you want to ask his two maids to come over and take a look?"

For the kind of disciples who follow rich and noble disciples, they all jokingly call them maids.

The two disciples murmured together, and the candle beside Xue Lan's table was burning. At this time, she put down the book and spoke.

"Let me see."

"Let Xue Lan take a look. He doesn't often read medical books, so he must understand these things."

The two disciples gave way to Xue Lan. Xue Lan touched the boy's forehead on the bed. The boy was burning badly, his pale face was flushed, his wet eyelashes were drooping, and the corners of his lips were drawn into tight arcs.

"It was cold the day before, so you go get a basin of water."

The two teenagers quickly agreed, Xue Lan dug the boy out of the bed, took off the boy's jacket, and as soon as he hugged the boy, the boy automatically burrowed into his arms.

No reason, because his arms are very warm, more comfortable than the quilt.

When the two disciples came back, they saw Xue Lan holding him in their arms. They thought that Xue Lan cared about the young master, so they handed Xue Lan the water they brought, and watched Xue Lan heat the water and use it to warm the water. The handkerchief wiped the boy's face and wrists.

The two of them went to Jiange before dawn, only Xue Lan and Ye Wanqing were left in the yard.

Ye Wanqing didn't know that he had spent the night in someone's arms. When he woke up, he was very dry, and he raised his eyes to meet a scarred face.He was taken aback for a moment, but didn't react immediately, he just felt that the boy's chest was hot, and it made him very comfortable.

He was stunned for a moment, leaning in his arms, Xue Lan's breath became colder, and he pushed him away, his voice was still low and gentle.

"Junior brother, it's time for you to go to class."

She didn't mention why she was on his bed, Ye Wanqing could vaguely guess it, touched the cold Mrs. Tang, and whispered "Thank you".

Xue Lan ignored him, and he tidied up and left the yard by himself. The two disciples were waiting for him, and they went to class together.

The most important thing for him at the moment is to learn how to protect the body with spiritual power, but now he is struggling to even gather his spiritual power. In the afternoon, the elders only set aside an hour for them to practice spiritual power.

The place to practice spiritual power is in the back mountain. There is a messy bamboo forest on the edge of this place. This side is close to Yueyue Peak.

Ye Wanqing stayed to practice spiritual power, he was just outside the bamboo forest, all the disciples of Jiange dispersed, and he was the only one left.

"Who is that?"

A boy's voice sounded, and someone immediately looked over.

The young man outside the bamboo forest in the distance is dressed in a white Taoist robe, his delicate eyebrows and eyes are like ink paintings, and the tear mole is like the finishing touch. The young man is slender and his skin is as white as green shoots in the snow.

"It seems to be Ji Shizi, the delicate young master of Jingzhou. His spiritual roots are not good, so he stayed to practice spiritual power."

The boy then commented, "The temperament is good."

The people who heard it were shocked, knowing that this is their master's favorite one, the appearance is bright and bright, but the eyes are clear and piercing.

Makes one want to break him.

"Master, he is not an ordinary disciple, he is Jiang Xi's nephew, Jiang Yueji is a lunatic, she can't move."

"Huh?" The boy laughed, "It's not that his mother and uncle are not here now."