Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

The black dove couldn't get into the formation, so it let go of its voice and kept crowing in the air.

Its voice was so loud that half of Ling Hua could hear it.

Pigeon's arrogant shout echoed over Ling Huazong, and the disciples everywhere raised their heads from their busy schedule. They were stunned for a moment, then enraged collectively, and ran out after copying the guy.

When Chu Lanyin walked to the Linghua competition stage, she saw Li Pu'er holding a magic pigeon upside down in her hand, discussing with her classmates whether it should be steamed or braised.

Mu Xin said: "This bird is so fat, why don't we make it a slobber pigeon, add spicy peppers, it won't be greasy."

The fat pigeon's feathers fell all over the ground, its red beak opened and closed, and it screamed: "The two armies are fighting without killing! I want to see the concubine, I want to see the concubine!!"

It flapped its wings vigorously, rolled its eyes, caught Chu Lanyin's figure, and shouted at him: "You are already a member of the demon clan, you can't just ignore death!"

Chu Lanyin asked with great interest: "What is a slobber pigeon? Is it a relative of a slobber chicken?"

Cangshan said: "It's just to replace the slobbering chicken with pigeons, but I don't recommend doing this. The pigeons are too small to fit so many people between their teeth."

Chu Lanyin nodded, deeply convinced: "Then raise it again, and wait for it to grow up."

The messenger pigeon: "..."

Cang Shan couldn't help laughing, and said to Li Pu'er: "It has a bamboo tube for sending messages tied to its leg, let it go first."

Li Pu'er reluctantly let go, and the fat pigeon fell to the ground with a smack, its belly upturned, and it was decided for life and death.

"The Immortal League let you in?" Cang Shan asked condescendingly.

At the same time as he was asking, a slender wooden vine protruded from under his sleeve robe, supported the pigeon, and flexibly removed the bamboo tube from its leg.

The wooden vine shrank back, and presented the sapphire-colored bamboo tube to his hand.

When Hei Gezi heard this, he suddenly realized.

——Yes, I am the messenger released by Xiandaomeng.

Immediately, it stopped wilting, and even puffed out its chest proudly, saying proudly: "Exactly, your Xiandaomeng treated me with great hospitality."

It flew over Shenlong Pass from the Demon Realm, and landed on the eaves of the Immortal Dao League first, and the white-haired deputy leader received it.

He is very polite, he eats fairy fruit and feeds the spirit spring, and his posture is very correct.

Unlike this group of brats, they have no sense of the defeated side at all.

The deputy leader Su Fu also carefully hung a pass around its neck to ensure that it would not be intercepted by the Xianzong along the way, and could fly all the way to Ling Huazong unimpeded.

The pass order has been confiscated by Li Pu'er and others, and the disciples still thought that the pass order was forged by the demons, but who knew it was the real thing, so they became even more furious, and gritted their teeth: "Too much deceit!"

"Well, admit it if you lose."

The pigeon showed a bit of arrogance, stretched its neck, and said to Chu Lanyin: "Our demons have always kept our promises, and the war will cease tomorrow. Please also ask the concubine to write a letter, prepare in advance, and leave early."

Chu Lanyin: "Understood."

Mo Ge helped him to highlight the important points: "There is an explanation from His Majesty in the letter, and I ask Concubine Mo to open it personally."

Chu Lanyin: "Yeah."

On the other side, Cang Shan pulled out the wooden cork of the bamboo tube neatly with his hands.

Magic Pigeon: Day... Nima.

With the sound of "boo" when the lid was opened, a black mist sprayed out from the mouth of the bamboo tube.

The wooden puppet's fingers instantly turned jet black, with a hint of purple still indistinct.

The toxin spread rapidly, climbing from the knuckles to the wrist in a blink of an eye.

Li Pu'er and others were shocked: "Friend Mu!"

"It's okay." Cang Shan signaled them not to panic, and raised his other hand to wipe on his wrist.

A blue aura glowed under his palm.

As soon as the poison came into contact with this piece of blue light, it was like the ebb tide of the sea, timidly fell back again, and condensed into a black spot on his fingertips.

When Cangshan Meifeng moved, the skin on the fingertips opened a crack, and a purple-black plant grew out of it.

He pulled it out casually, pulled out a long root, and said to Chu Lanyin, "Qiqingwu."

"Something to add to the fun?" Chu Lan turned to Hei Ge with a strange look on her face, "Your devil is only in his teens, so you are so old and shameless?"

...the pigeon was speechless.

Cangshan said: "Seven emotions are hard to understand, but it's not impossible. It's just that in the prepared antidote, there must be a taste and nine chills."

Because Chu Lan was too familiar with this thing, she suddenly said: "So it's not that I'm shameless, but I have other plans."

Jiuhanxin is actually a kind of cryolite from Longgu Snow Mountain. After processing, the crystal is harmless to the human body and can also cure fever.

Few people know that Nine Cold Heart, a panacea that is beneficial to humans, is no less than tarsus cold poison to innate spirit bodies.

The newly born spirit body may be wiped out by ashes and ashes even if it is stained by Jiu Hanxin's cold air. However, although the big spirits such as Chu Lanyin and Baichuan who have been transformed for a hundred years will not be fatal, severe wind is inevitable. .

The homing pigeon shrank its head, and was as quiet as a chicken on the surface, but it was already roaring wildly in its heart.

Why didn't it know that those five big and three rough demons would make such a dirty trick, and it would be fine to use aphrodisiacs, but how could they use poisoning as a trick, did their brains suddenly become collectively enlightened?

Don't even say hello in advance, isn't this a sham!

Chu Lan thought Qiqing was pretty in black and bright, so she took it from Cangshan, turned it around in her hand, chose a better-looking branch, folded it off, and stuck it in her hair with her backhand.

Moge was shocked, this sword spirit was the first one to plant poisonous weeds on his head, so he dared not speak even more.

It is shameful to poison the mouth of the bamboo tube for sending messages. When Cang Shan pulled out the letter paper from the bamboo tube, Li Pu'er and the others were furious, and several of them uttered foul language on the spot.

It was a fragrant flower note.

The paper of the paper is light and thin, as delicate as a beautiful woman's skin, and the sweet and greasy fragrance rushes to the cheeks as the letter unfolds, making Li Pu'er, who was standing close, sneezed.

No one has ever used this kind of paper for daily letter writing.

Only when entering the concubine's room, will this kind of fragrant flower paper be used to entertain guests.And that's something only a very unscrupulous romantic would do, frivolous and flirtatious, revealing a faint sensuality.

There is a saying: Peach pollen, some fragrance, my family welcomes a beautiful girl.

The Demon Race obviously chose this paper on purpose, not only the Lan Yin Sword Spirit was humiliated, but the entire Xianzong.

But although this paper is gorgeous, the words on it are far from the exquisiteness of this flower note.

Fight big a few lines, show your teeth and claws.

For the first time, Ling Huazong's disciples hated their eyesight for being so good.

"What was written in the letter?"

Over there, after finishing her hair, Chu Lan casually threw away the remaining Qiqingwu and moved behind Cangshan.

He probed his head and was about to read the letter.

"Elder Chu, Elder Chu!"

Li Pu'er suddenly rushed in front of Chu Lanyin with a stride, and the rest of the disciples followed closely behind and surrounded him.

"Oh, the demons have a bad handwriting, what's so good about it, hot eyes."

"It's all vulgar words, it's unsightly, Elder Chu, we don't want to read them."

"It's better to kill the pigeon now, I'm so hungry!"

"Yes, yes, it's time for dinner, Elder Chu, let's go cook now!"

Chu Lan was confused by their gossip, he thought: I can't understand anything written by the demons, and I don't need to make a living with a sword spirit...

Sword Spirit's movements were nimble, and he escaped from the encirclement of his disciples in a few steps, the bells on his ankles jingling.

He stood behind Cangshan, put his hands on the wooden puppet's shoulders, and tiptoed to look.

Although I can't understand it, I still have to join in the excitement.

Using his knuckles, Cang Shan folded the paper in half, turned his head and said to Chu Lanyin, "Do you want to learn how to read?"

"I can't learn."

Chu Lanyin shook her head, still wanting to get the flower note in his hand.

The foot of Cangshan moved half an inch, and turned sideways.

The sword spirit said "Yeah?", took a step forward, and put his heel against the edge of Cangshan's shoes, sealing off his escape route.

The wooden puppet held the flower paper and raised its hand, Chu Lanyin wanted to jump up to grab it, but it was still a little short of distance, and it was impossible to reach it.

In fact, the sword spirit doesn't really have to be seen, but I didn't expect this wooden man to be so assertive.

He scratched Cangshan's front, and said: "The words are incomprehensible, I can't recognize them, give them to me!"

"What's the point?" Cang Shan lifted the paper even higher, and said with a smile, "If you can't recognize it?"

Chu Lanyin said: "Talk too much."

"You follow me, and I'll teach you." Cang Shan folded the flower paper into the shape of a paper crane with one hand, attached a spiritual leaf, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew up.

Seeing this, Chu Lan slapped the wooden puppet on the head and taught, "You are really rebellious."

Cangshan couldn't stop laughing.

When he turned around, he saw Mu Xin and the others staring at them dumbfounded.

Junior Sister Mu moved to Li Pu'er's side in small steps, and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, is it possible that those books about substitutes at the foot of the mountain are in a realistic style?"

Li Pu'er was confused: "What substitute?"

Mu Xin: "...you asked the wrong person."

And the black pigeon was even more insane, and said angrily: "Bold! You are already His Majesty's concubine, how can you commit adultery with this little boy!"

"What do you mean?" Chu Lan blinked and turned to look at Cangshan because the word sounded fresh.

Cang Shandao changed the topic in time to avoid the embarrassing question from the sword spirit asking what adultery means.

In short, the matter of Hua Jian has been turned over for the time being.

Seeing that there was no danger here, the disciples didn't really have time to eat or stew pigeons, but hurried back to the place they came from.

Chu Lanyin didn't know where they were going, but Ling Huazong really didn't see many people these days.

Li Pu'er stayed at the end and got a spiritual seal from Elder Chu that lasted for half a day, so he also bowed and left.

Not far away, he heard Chu Lanyin say behind him: "Why don't you go, I'll cut off a leg for you, the spiritual power is enough for more than ten days."

Li Pu'er staggered, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that Lan Yin's sword spirit was really lifting the hem of his clothes, as if he was picking which leg was more beautiful.

Fellow Daoist Li "plopped" to his knees, and shouted: "Elder Chu, absolutely not!"

Chu Lanyin: "I don't walk, why do I need legs?"

He lowered his head, pointed at the leg without the ring bell, and said to Cangshan: "Come on, let's just cut it off!"

"No! Fellow Daoist Mu, you—"

Li Pu'er was afraid that the wooden puppet would go crazy with Chu Lan, so he rushed to stop him.

Cangshan naturally did not move.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Chu Lanyin.

Li Pu'er could only see his side face, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

At first, Ling Huazong's disciples were a little afraid of this wooden puppet, because he looked so much like Xie Jianzun in the book. Just imagine a person who has been printed into a picture and dangles in front of him all day, it is scary enough.

But soon they adapted well.

Because this wooden puppet is nothing like Xie Jianzun written in the book.

Xie Cangshan in the book is icy and cold, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

The wooden puppet Cangshan is not the case, he often smiles, always gentle and has no temper.

Xie Cangshan in the book is either standing on a cliff or by the sea.

Fight the wind and waves, open mountains with one sword.

And Cangshan will build a house with his disciples, pull weeds, help the master at the stove, and cook two good dishes for the disciples.

He is also impeccably patient with the sword spirit. Chu Lan has a hundred thousand reasons, he can answer them all, and he will change the way to make the sword spirit happy if he can't answer.

The disciples of Ling Huazong have all felt that such a good puppet is really the best choice for going out at home.

But at this time, Li Pu'er was surprised to find that the smile that was always on the wooden puppet's face had disappeared without a trace.

"Lane."

Cangshan said: "From today on, you and I will learn to read and write."

Chu Lanyin wanted to say: "I can't learn it, God forbids it, even Xie Cangshan didn't teach it."

Before he could speak, a blue light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

If the way of heaven does not allow them to read and write, it will cut off their possibility of reading and writing at the root.

The world in the eyes of Sword Spirit is framed by spiritual power.

Even if one writes with spiritual power, the moment the writer is separated from the writer, the source of the spirit is disconnected, and the shape of the characters will instantly collapse in front of the eyes of the sword spirit, let alone writing with ordinary pen and ink.

Unless there are endless thoughts entrusted in the words, reaching the point where it can be possessed for many years.

Most of that kind of articles come from human poetry and prose articles.

Poems can be handed down through the ages, the words are bloody and moving, but what is handed down is the content of the poems, and most of the original manuscripts have weathered and rotted with time.

Chu Lanyin had only seen characters that he could see once, and before he could recognize them, the paper with the pen and ink was burned in the fire.

"This……"

This is the second time he has seen glyphs.

The big toon tree branch can survive away from the main pole. Its branches have the power of making puppets, and contain the spiritual source from the Qing Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty.

Cangshan's finger flashed with aura, and with each stroke, it became the word "Lan Yin".

He said: "This is your name, which means a beautiful previous cause. You can just read it today and remember the next word first."

Use the heaven and earth as paper, and the essence of plants and trees as the pen.

"What is this?"

Chu Lanyin's attention was easily diverted, not to mention that this was an experience he had not experienced in hundreds of years. He widened his eyes and almost wanted to engrave the character into his spirit body.

Cangshan wrote the last stroke, and said: "It is expensive, beautiful, and heavy, which is called 'precious'."

Lane.

Jane.

Chu Lanyin blinked as she looked at the bright three characters in the air, "I remember it, but what does it mean? Is it difficult? Can I understand it?"

Cang Shan said in a deep voice, "It's not difficult."

"The meaning of this sentence is... Sword Spirit, you have to learn to cherish yourself."

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