Something is wrong with Jian Zun

Junior Brother Junior Brother Junior Brother...

Chu Zhaoliu was temporarily deaf as if listening to fairy music.

Not to mention now, even in those years on Fuyue Mountain, Xie Ming never called him junior.

I didn't expect that the sword master in the world was so weak, and people who didn't like the Buddhist sect were fine, but they still wanted to fight for such a meaningless face!

He hesitated for a while, then slowly moved to Tan Yuan's side, and said casually: "If I follow up again, Minghong will be unhappy."

Chu Zhaoliu didn't know if Ming Hongjian was unhappy.

But as soon as he said this, Xie Ming's eyes were obviously colder, and the cool and faint eyes swept over him, and he turned and left without saying a word.

Chu Zhaoliu's small fan couldn't shake anymore.

He looked at Xie Ming's back, hesitated to speak.

How come it looks like he did something wrong?

He and Xie Ming didn't get along, and he had a better relationship with Tan Yuan. Was it wrong to choose Tan Yuan?

That's right!

I still feel like I've been brushed off.

Chu Zhaoliu thought about it, and patted Tan Yuan's shoulder: "Why are you so startled, let's go."

Tan Yuan didn't know what she was thinking about, she came back to her senses and caught up with the white light in front of her.

On the way back to Suyang from Songhe, Chu Zhaoliu realized later that he seemed to have really offended Xie Ming.

Xie Ming was far ahead along the way, and he took the initiative to pass the sound transmission and ignored him. After three days of walking, he was getting closer and closer to the old capital of Xixue Country, but he couldn't make a word.

Chu Zhaoliu was angry and funny: "Since when did Xie Ming become so stingy!"

Tan Yuan asked strangely: "You and Xie benefactor, isn't that the way it is?"

These two people had wrong noses and wrong eyes when they were on Fuyue Mountain, and because they had some intentions of being rivals in love when they were young, their relationship is notoriously bad.

Chu Zhaoliu's vague fondness for the senior brother had long since grown up, and he gradually understood that it was probably his dependence on the senior senior brother like an old father.

Xie Ming...

Chu Zhaoliu skipped this question, still quite upset and very suspicious, glanced at Tan Yuan, and tidied him up: "He doesn't pay attention to me, and he probably doesn't pay attention to you either, try it."

Xie Ming is dotted far in front, really like a kaolin flower that can only be seen from a distance, Tan Yuan smiled kindly and transmitted the sound according to her words.

Chu Zhaoliu looked over with burning eyes.

The next moment, Xie Ming stopped.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Well you Xie Ming, really only for me!

The golden lotus under Tan Yuan's feet carried the two of them, and arrived at Xie Ming's side in a short while, when he was about to speak, his face suddenly became serious, and he looked up not far away.

Over there is the old capital of Xixue Country that was violently suppressed by Chu Zhaoliu.

Affected by the resentment, the entire sky is cloudy, and everything is gray and dilapidated. Even if the resentment is over now, even if one glances at it, one's heart will tremble.

As terrifying as the resentment inside, there is also the demon king who doesn't know how much his strength has recovered.

"This is the first time this poor monk has seen such an astonishing resentment." Tan Yuan looked dignified, frowned and thought for a while, "Although Zhaoliubu's formation is exquisite, it doesn't deter evil spirits much, and the resentment is only temporarily suppressed right now. If it breaks out again, the consequences will be disastrous."

Chu Zhaoliu said: "There is also a formation inside, which was set up by the masters of your Buddhist sect. Fortunately, I have read a few secret books on the formation of the Buddhist sect in your Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and I know how to repair it, otherwise the resentment would be poured out at that time. And out."

Hearing this, Xie Ming rolled his eyelids indifferently.

The Sutra Pavilion of the Buddhist sect is famous all over the world, and it contains countless classics of secret methods.

But only disciples of the Buddhist sect can go in and refer to it. For example, the exquisite formation near the old capital is impossible for ordinary disciples of the Buddhist sect to touch.

Chu Zhaoliu was able to go in, probably because of Tan Yuan.

What is the relationship between these two people?

"Before going in, it's better to set up another formation outside, just in case."

Tan Yuan talked with Chu Zhaoliu for a few words, gained a better understanding of the situation near the ancient capital, and took out a set of chess.

The place where resentment gathers is easy to cause people's negative emotions. When he speaks, he sounds pleasant, as if he really has the Buddha's light inside, and it is very comfortable to listen to: "This formation is called the Golden Light Punishing Evil Formation, and it is quite complicated. It will take some time, and the danger nearby is unknown, so thank the benefactor to clean up the threat."

Xie Ming nodded calmly: "En."

Chu Zhaoliu divided half of the chess formations, and the chess formations carved by Tan Yuan were clumsy yet exquisite, with lotus flowers blooming on them, tainted with a little bit of Buddhist holiness.

Ordinary Buddhist sect disciples would have to be cautious when they got such a chess formation, but he had no idea of ​​rareness, and just played with it casually.

It's too strange to have trouble with Xie Ming when he has to enter the city later, and the enemy is in front of him.

Seeing that Tan Yuan left first, Chu Zhaoliu coughed lightly, leaned over to Xie Ming, showed a gentle smile, and actively asked for peace with a broad mind: "The next point is a bit far away, Sovereign Xie will take me with you." .”

"Not good," Xie Ming looked down at him, with a cold arc on the corner of his lips, "I'm afraid Minghong will be unhappy."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Chu Zhaoliu once again tasted what it was like to shoot a rock at his own foot.

He turned and left resentfully, pulled out the saber from the storage ring, and went to Yujian to go to the part he was in charge of.

Anyway, it is also the capital of a dynasty, with a huge scale, it takes a lot of effort to incorporate the entire old capital into the formation. When setting up the formation, it is necessary to accurately calculate the position of each formation and use spiritual power to play the formation. , go round and round, let the spiritual power of the chess pieces converge, and we can weave a powerful enough evil formation.

While Chu Zhao was counting, he couldn't help but recall some old events in his mind.

It was when the peach blossoms in Fuyue Mountain were in full bloom. Xie Ming, who had just come to Fuyue Sect, got used to it and stopped lighting lamps all night.

Seeing that he seemed to have recovered, Chu Zhaoliu threw away Yaoqin, whom he had favored for a month, and happily wanted to discuss the ranking order.

Xie Ming was practicing sword on the edge of the cliff, and after listening to him talk for a long time, he flew over lightly: "How old are you?"

Chu Zhaoliu replied seriously: "It's almost fifteen."

"So you are a teacher..."

Chu Zhaoliu interrupted embarrassingly: "If you don't call me senior brother, then don't even think about calling me junior brother. Once you call me, I will beat you once."

Xie Ming's face sank: "Then come and fight."

So in the first month of entry, the first conversation between the two ended with a fight, not fighting spiritual power, just talking about swordsmanship.

Chu Zhaoliu won.

Thinking of Xie Ming's slightly widened pupils, slightly surprised and unbelievable eyes, Chu Zhaoliu was overjoyed.

There are not many chances to defeat the majestic sword master.

and many more.

After Chu Zhaoliu poured his spiritual power into the formation point, he suddenly realized.

It seems that from then on, Xie Ming never tried to call him junior.

Of course I never called my brother.

Dare to be beaten out by him?

He was stealing joy in his heart when a chill suddenly rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Almost at the moment when the sound of breaking through the air sounded, Chu Zhaoliu turned sideways to avoid the blow three feet away, narrowly dodging the blow behind him.

Chu Zhaoliu turned around with his sword in hand and saw that there was a person standing where he was standing just now.

The man's whole body was wrapped in a cloud of black mist, even with his spiritual sense, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, and the weapon in his hand was also wrapped in the black mist. It looked rather long, and he didn't know whether it was a stick or a gun.

Chu Zhaoliu squinted his eyes: "Who are you?"

This person didn't respond, and came forward, and struck again, with a loud "Dang", Chu Zhaoliu raised his sword to block, and in the blink of an eye, he had done dozens of moves with this person.

However, his whole body's spiritual power was blocked, his spiritual veins were not stored very much, and he wasted a lot of money when he first set up the formation. He could do well with sword moves alone, but he was at a disadvantage when he combined his spiritual power. With a bang, Chu Zhaoliu was thrown away by a huge force, knocking down a tree.

The smoke and dust billowed, Chu Zhaoliu was dizzy from the shock, a sharp pain in his chest, he almost vomited blood, and before he got up, an afterimage came towards him.

He turned over and dodged, the afterimage sank straight into the ground, his attack was sharp and sharp.

The spiritual power in his body was close to drying up, and the spiritual veins gradually burned and twitched. Chu Zhaoliu took a breath, as if he didn't realize it, his face was as pale as a ghost. Although he was at an absolute disadvantage, he didn't panic.

Seeing that man drew his weapon again and was about to attack again, Chu Zhaoliu blurted out, "Yin Heguang?!"

However, the man didn't even pause, he was full of murderous intent, and he tried to kill him.

A cold and stern look flashed across Chu Zhaoliu's eyes. He pinched his finger on the bloody earring of his left ear and was about to press it when he suddenly remembered something.

"Thank you three!"

Just after the last word fell, a silver light flashed in front of my eyes.

It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days.

The person hiding in the black mist didn't have time to close the move, and crashed straight into Minghong's full-strength sword. There was an earth-shattering sound, and the aura was blazing. .

He seemed to know immediately that he was invincible, and immediately turned into a black mist and dissipated in the air.

Xie Ming paused slightly, but did not catch up.

The man was full of filthy evil spirits, and there were many evil spirits and evil spirits around the old capital. The possibility of arresting him by distinguishing his breath was very slim.

Maybe it's to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

Chu Zhaoliu knelt on the ground with one knee, supported his body with a sword, coughed a few times, raised his eyes, and smiled on his face, the corners of his pale lips were stained with dark red blood, and there was a soul-stirring beauty: "Hey, come here! It’s very timely, the United States saves the hero, our words could have been updated.”

Xie Ming frowned: "How is it?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Chu Zhaoliu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips indifferently, and his lips were covered with blood, as if painted with rouge. I didn’t realize where his moves came from, how about you?”

Some blurred scenes flashed through Xie Ming's mind. In an instant, it seemed that even the taste of that red lip was so sweet and soft to his heart, bringing a slight tingling tingling sensation. He paused for a moment, and removed the Looking at him, he said, "No."

Chu Zhaoliu nodded his head: "I just suspected that he was Yin Heguang. I called out, but he didn't respond at all."

Xie Ming hummed, eyelashes drooping, seeing that he was still half kneeling on the ground, his brows were furrowed: "Are you still getting up?"

Chu Zhaoliu said honestly: "To be honest, if I didn't have the sword to support me, I would have fallen down."

Xie Ming: "..."

Xie Ming stretched out his hand towards him.

The palm stretched out to the eyes is white and slender, with well-proportioned joints, as if carved from high-quality white jade, which makes people feel noble and elegant at a glance, but the tiger's mouth and fingertips are covered with obvious calluses, which are the marks left by years of sword practice.

Chu Zhaoliu has always liked beautiful things, so he couldn't help taking a look, but he didn't reach out, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Xie Zongzhu, this is the hand you hold Minghong. Before you pull mine, you have to get its consent. Yet?"

Minghong was alive, buzzing and trembling when he heard the words.

Xie Ming silently caressed the blade of the sword, put Ming Hong back into the sheath, then stretched out his hand, and pulled Chu Zhaoliu up. When he clasped his hands, a wave of spiritual power was transmitted from the skin contact.

Chu Zhao got cheap and acted obediently, he refused to let go: "Master Jian Zun, are you not afraid that Ming Hong will be unhappy?"

Ming Hong shook again in the scabbard, noisy and noisy, Xie Ming held his hand tightly, and said calmly: "It is very happy."

The author has something to say:

Minghong: Hi wife!Wife look at me!My wife stepped on me!

Xie Ming: It's time to change the sword.