Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Elder Su Zhiya's scalp was numb, and he was sitting upright on the wicker chair next to the bed, awkwardly like a Taoist student who was listening to the scriptures for the first time.

Chu Lanyin and his wooden puppet only occupied half of the nine-foot-long pear wood bed.

Sword Spirit has a big temper, he thinks the bed frame is too tight and uncomfortable to lean on, so he directly treats the other person as a human pillow.

And the wooden puppet, with Zhang's face identical to that of Xie Jianzun, cuddled up to the sword spirit dutifully. Even before Chu Lanyin woke up, he had arranged this strange sleeping movement.

Su Zhiya was especially not good at socializing, he grabbed the floor with his toes in embarrassment, almost digging a hole in the floor.

After waking up not long ago, Chu Lan's eyes were light gray, and her whole spirit was in a state of emptiness. Following the heat source, she instinctively nestled into the wooden puppet's arms, and then stopped moving and did not speak.

That ignorant and well-behaved appearance looks like a pure-breed, pampered cat.

Su Zhiya, who has serious social phobia, dare not look at the two of them, buried his head and said: "Shenlongguan is the throat of the human world. Once you miss it, the demons can drive straight in. The demon generals who have crossed the catastrophe in half a step will be in command. Leader Gu invites us to come forward." Go to help. Before Sect Master Qiao left, he entrusted the sect to me and Song Xingbei, who knew that Song, that bastard..."

"Don't worry." The wooden puppet comforted: "Talk slowly."

Elder Su usually doesn't talk when he can't talk. The sect knows his temperament, so they set up a quiet and uninhabited cave for him to specialize in alchemy.

He knew that he was talking nonsense, he clenched his fists on his knees, and said with red eyes: "He betrayed Xuanlinzong, broke the formation, attracted people from Tianquezong, I am useless..."

Chu Lan was completely sleepy until now.

He thought about the meaning of Su Zhiya's words, and felt that as an elder, he should also comfort him.

So he said honestly: "The neck has been pierced, and it is already very useful."

Tears of self-blame rolled down Su Zhiya's eyes: "It's my trash!"

The wooden puppet "coughed" and explained: "The voice heard by the sword spirit is different from that of ordinary people, and there are inevitably some deviations in understanding."

Sword Spirit couldn't hear normal voices.

When everything in the world makes a sound, it will cause fluctuations in spiritual power. The fluctuations are as fine as strings. Only Mahayana monks in the human race can perceive one or two, but the sword spirit can hear it naturally.

But also because the transmission method of spiritual sounds is different from the way people speak, they often need to be transformed and translated before they can understand the meaning of the human language.

It is not uncommon for the translation to go wrong.

The wooden puppet reached out, patted Chu Lanyin's forehead lightly, and said gently: "So, Lan Yin didn't mean that, please forgive me, Elder Su."

Naturally, Su Zhiya didn't take it to heart, wiped away the teardrops on his cheeks with his sleeve, sniffled his nose, "Thank you, Mu..." After a very obvious pause, he asked in confusion, "Dare to ask fellow Taoist wooden puppet, what's your name?" ?”

The wooden puppet blinked slowly, and looked down at Chu Lanyin.

Chu Lanyin raised her head and looked at the wooden puppet from bottom to top.

His forehead was less than half a finger away from the tip of the opponent's chin. In the eyes of Sword Spirit, the criss-crossed spiritual threads wove a net of deja vu, enveloping the same familiar aura.

It's just that in this spiritual atmosphere, there is more fragrance of vegetation.

Chu Lanyin turned her head and asked Su Zhiya, "Does he look like Xie Cangshan?"

And the wooden puppet also looked over.

Elder Su: ...

Is it really good to ask such terrible questions about extreme social fear?

"This..." Su Zhiya pondered for a moment, exhausted the wisdom of speaking all his life, and replied: "It is somewhat... Xie Jianzun's charm."

Jian Ling half-closed his eyes: "Then it's called Cangshan Mountain, the mountain next to the word Shui."

The wooden puppet corrected: "It's Cang next to the word Shui."

Chu Lanyin didn't care: "Almost."

Su Zhiya was speechless.

There is such a random person!

The wooden puppet Cangshan laughed dumbly, and was about to bow his head to talk to Lan Yin's sword spirit, but the hair on the right side was pulled by the other party first.

Chu Lanyin stretched out her hand and tugged at his drooping temple hair like a kite string, and said, "Perhaps when Xie Cangshan broke a branch, your branch was accidentally stained with his aura, and that's why it turned into this tree." look."

He said sincerely: "Do you want to change? If you want to be a girl, I can too..."

"No need." Cang Shanxu pressed four fingers on his lips, and said helplessly: "This is very good."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Li Pu'er said anxiously: "Elder Su, Elder Chu, people from the Immortal Dao League have arrived, and they have already reached the Sovereign Peak!"

Su Zhiya jumped up against the case: "It's unreasonable, it really seems that there is no one in Ling Huazong, watch me smash them to death with the alchemy furnace!"

The enraged Elder Su rushed forward, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

The two people who were still in the room looked at each other, and Chu Lan asked suspiciously: "I have retreated for 300 years, can the alchemy furnace in the cultivation world be used as a weapon now?"

Still looking forward to it: "Then will there be a pill furnace to transform the spirit?"

Cang Shan coaxed him seriously: "Well, maybe there will be."

Chu Lanyin was interested in the alchemy furnace, but what attracted him more was the Immortal Dao League.

He stood up supporting Cangshan's stiff arms, and the bell on his ankle rang softly.

Just as he was walking two steps outside, his footsteps stopped suddenly. Chu Lanyin turned back to Cangshan who was following him and said, "There is no other meaning. You are the last big toon tree branch, and you have his aura again. Thinking that Xie Cangshan has no descendants, you should be his son."

The sword spirit still struggled for a while rigorously, and said: "But you are much older than him when you are a wooden puppet, and the second wooden puppet has always called himself a grandma...or you can be his grandpa, it's all counted Those of the same vein, it shouldn’t matter.”

This is too tight.

Cang Shan patted Chu Lanyin's disheveled hair straight, and sighed, "We'll discuss this at another day."

When the two arrived at the Sovereign Peak, Su Zhiya had already started fighting with the members of the Immortal Dao League.

Elder Su wouldn't really hit people with a pill furnace, but although he is a complete pill cultivator, he has the root of heavenly fire, and the pure fire spirit in his body can ignite when touched, and the lethality is not small.

The reason why Xu Zimin of the Tianque Sect had his throat blocked with a knife was also because he was poisoned by the traitor Song Xingbei.

The five priests of the Xiandao League were chased by Huo and fled around.There is an enshrinement of Jin Duruo on the front. While hiding, he said loudly: "Elder Su! The Immortal League has punished the Tianque Sect, and Master Gu specially asked Du to come to worship and make amends on behalf of the Immortal League! Now the demons are coming fiercely, and the immortals How could the factions of the sect mess themselves up because of internal strife!"

A fire dragon roared past the priest's head, singeing off a piece of hair on the back of his head.

The priest who was suddenly bald turned into anger, drew his sword and shouted: "Su Zhiya, don't be confused! The army of demons has broken through the Shenlong pass, and the people of the thirteen cities on the border are in dire straits. You are abandoning the common people! "

The disciples of Linghua Sect also gathered on the Sect Master Peak. After hearing Du Ping's words, they were also furious, and they all responded loudly.

"Fuck your shit! Where were you when the demons came in?! Apart from cutting the city to marry a girl, is there anyone in your Immortal Dao League who is willing to fight?!"

"Master died in Shenlong Pass less than half a month ago, and you set up Ling Huazong's idea. Tianquezong is just a bird who was instigated by you. Do you really think we are fools and can't see it?!"

"If there is something to do with Ling Huazong, if nothing is to do, it is the Immortal Dao League, please show some face!"

"Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, if you have the guts, you will kill us all, otherwise Taihui will be in the sky, and sooner or later there will be a big thunder, let's see who will be killed first!"

Teenagers don't know how to be polite. Seeing that the more scolding is getting worse, Du Gongfeng couldn't hold back his face, and said angrily: "The compensation spirit stone has been sent to you, what do you want from Ling Huazong?!"

"—what else?"

A low question out of thin air fell into Du Ping's ears.

Du Fengfeng was startled, holding his sword and looking around vigilantly.

The sound was so strange that he couldn't tell where the sound came from at all, and he didn't even notice that there were other strong men present.

This kind of situation is called "soul touch ghost" in the comprehension world, and if encountered on the battlefield of life and death, it is a fatal threat.

But Du Ping is worthy of being a figure who has mixed up to the level of enshrining in the Immortal Dao League, so he calmed down quickly.

He no longer looked for the source of the sound, but immediately threw away the sword in his hand.

The other four priests imitated the example, "Bang Dang Dang Dang" was the sound of abandoning swords.

Du Ping was vigilant about the movements around him, and at the same time he said aggressively: "Elder Chu Lanyin, why bother to hide, the sword spirit is not something to be seen, you... ah!"

Five screams sounded one after another.

Just when they were accusing each other fiercely, no one noticed that a few slender and transparent big toon vines were quietly winding on the ground.

The vines lay dormant at the feet of the worshipers, before they were about to speak insultingly, they wrapped around their legs, turned the heads of the worshipers upside down, and hung them upside down like a string of five gourds on the tree.

Chu Lanyin picked up a sword on the ground.

The sword is a good sword, enough to cut copper and broken iron, the blade is like the spring water, and the sword frame is carved with the pattern of hibiscus and mulberry.

After infusing spiritual power, a faint blue light will appear on the spine of the sword, and the ancient seal script of "Thinking of Beauty" is inscribed near the jaw.

Of course, Lan Yin's sword spirit couldn't read, but the sword told him that he was called "Simeiren".

"She is indeed a beauty." Chu Lan flicked the trembling blade of the sword because of her generous praise, "Why are you crying, this kind of scum also follows, if you want me to chop him up overnight, he will run away."

He smiled again and said: "You are so good-looking, and you are not a vulgar weapon. Why don't you concentrate on tempering and choose a new master in the future. Besides, this scumbag has eight swords, and he is always in trouble. Why bother to be his little wife? Fighting at home in the Jiange, isn't that self-deprecating?"

Because of Chu Lan's conversation with Jian, others could not hear Simei's answer, but could only see him talking to himself, and the scene was very strange.

He said "little wife" on the left and "scumbag" on the right, and his expression sometimes hated iron and steel, and sometimes he was worried like an old father, acting like no one else, his appearance was really a little crazy.

"Okay, I'll help you." Not knowing what they said specifically, Chu Lan walked up to Du Ping with her sword in hand, gestured between his legs with the sword, and lowered her head to ask Simei: "I always take off my arms." , so that they can no longer drive the soldiers, but you want his crotch, what does this mean?"

"hiss……"

Intermittent gasps sounded around.

Du Ping struggled even more when he heard the words: "Chu Lanyin, you dare to touch me! The Immortal Daomeng will not let you go!"

Lan Yinjian automatically interpreted this threat as nonsense, he grabbed the vines to keep Du Ping from swaying, and crossed the sword.

Du Ping was so frightened that he screamed and trembled.

He broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't feel any pain after waiting for a long time.

The wooden puppet Cangshan put his hand on Chu Lanyin's wrist.

"Lane."

His knuckles are well-defined, which is suitable for dancing, writing, tuning the piano and burning incense, but the middle knuckles contain irresistible strength, which firmly stops Chu Lanyin's movements.

Chu Lan looked at him inexplicably, and said: "Simei is the sword that he and Xu Mei often wear when they go out to pick flowers. If they fail to coax beautiful mortals, they will forcibly abduct them with their cultivation, and throw their bodies away if something happens. The Baishuang Mountain wilderness, not to mention the private furnace, sucked up many little monks."

Sword Spirit never explained before, and only in the last few hundred years has he learned to give a verbal reason for his actions.

But after he explained, Cang Shan still didn't withdraw his strength.

Chu Lanyin frowned, "Sword spirits cannot lie."

"I believe it." Cang Shan said slowly, "But they are members of the Immortal Dao League."

Chu Lanyin's face darkened.

"You want to tell me the rules?"

His breath became extremely cold in an instant, and he said: "The heavens are not benevolent, and the Taoism is lonely. Send them back to the Immortal Dao League. These descendants of the elders of the Supreme Elder will only be whipped and boarded. There are laws in the world. Defending the people and the people support it, but what can I do?"

His voice was not loud, but everyone on the side was taken aback when they heard it, even Su Zhiya, who was devoted to alchemy, was not shocked.

The weapon transforms into a spirit, which is the existence of adding combat power to the master of the army. There are not many opportunities to get out of the weapon body on weekdays, let alone learn any scriptures and morals.

If you meet some better military masters and are willing to let them out and indulge them to cultivate their temperament, this is considered as meeting a good master.

Chu Lanyin's words did not seem like what he could say as a sword spirit.

With a smile in his eyes, Cangshan said patiently: "If you can't do it, the people will have nothing to do with life, and you should prove the way. I don't want to let them go, but there must be news in the Immortal Dao League that we don't know. Why don't we search the soul first, so that we can check it ourselves?"

His palm was wider than Chu Lanyin's, and when it covered Chu Lanyin's hand holding Simeiren's sword hilt, he could completely hold Lanyin's sword spirit's hand.

Cangshan said: "The sword spirit body needs to produce less blood, the way of heaven is shrewd, and the responsibility will only be reduced when it accumulates to a certain level. In the future, try not to do it yourself, and leave it to me."

Chu Lanyin glanced at him and asked strangely, "Why are you a mother-in-law?"

The silver leaves on the vines fluttered in the wind.

The breath of the grass and trees was clear and lingering, plucking the spiritual string, and it turned into a chuckle resounding in Chu Lanyin's ear.

"After all, I am the Toonwood Puppet you summoned."

The author has something to say:

Chu Lanyin: Do you want to be your son, grandpa, or a girl?

Xie Cangshan: No, I don't want to.