Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Cangshan led Chu Lanyin down the mountain path.

Behind them, the flames lit up half of the sky, like a huge karmic fire red lotus, blooming wantonly between the sky and the earth.

Fujizhi attracted the clear spring in the mountain, rescued the life lamp in the fire, and then began to put out the fire in full swing.

The priests in the darkroom, Xu Mei, who was in a coma, and a black pigeon were also dragged to a shelter from the fire, and were tied up by Su Zhiya, who landed with precision.

Leader Gu's half body was covered in blood, and he was prostrate on the ground, the edge of the wound on his back was scorched black by the flames.But he didn't know the pain at all, and stared at the two people on the mountain road one behind the other with his eyes absorbed.

It wasn't until those two figures disappeared into the thick night that he seemed to have returned to his soul for the first time. Feeling lost, he pinched a formula to stop the bleeding, summoned the Baichuan sword, and left Ling Huazong lying on the sword.

Linghua's suzerain peak is very high, thousands of miles away, and the heights are extremely cold.

In the middle of the night, a thin layer of late frost will condense on the vegetation on the mountain road. After being illuminated by the spiritual light, it will be a quiet world of glass.

The puppet's hand was warm.

There is the essence of the sun and the moon in the Wanli Dachun wood, and it grows towards the sun, and its body temperature is even a little higher than that of ordinary monks.

Lan Yin's sword was folded between their clasped hands.

Chu Lanyin's palm was against the hilt of the sword, and her fingers were tightly sealed.

He felt that the sword seemed to be hot.

Hotter than a mug full of scalding tea.

Cangshan once said that he must learn how to warm up without hurting himself.

So that's it?

Sword Spirit hasn't fully figured it out yet, but if it's just like this, then he has already learned it a long time ago.

He already knew this method when the fifth sword master was still there.

Xie Cangshan likes to hold him like this.

They walked through the ancient battlefield covered with snow, and the stepping stones on the water in the south of the Yangtze River. When it was raining, they ran out of the Jianping of Xishan Mountain, rushed to the eaves, and wrung the rainwater from their clothes little by little.

Because of Chu Lan's heart, she blamed Gu Shengyang for mentioning what Xie Cangshan was doing, which made him think about it often.

"Forget it."

Lan Yinjian said to herself in her heart: "Xie Cangshan is dead."

Always think about a dead person, easy to be in a bad mood.

This principle works no matter for people or for three thousand spiritual creatures.

So the sword spirit slowly tried to focus on the Cangshan wooden puppet in front of him.

The wooden puppet this time is indeed a bit too clever, and it is different from the previous two.

Chu Lanyin has a total of three large toon branches.

When he used the first one, he hadn't fully mastered the magic of summoning puppets. The wooden puppets he summoned couldn't speak, had no intelligence, and were not strong. consciousness flashes.

When summoning the second puppet, Chu Lanyin was much more proficient and cautious, so that time the puppet was born clever and could talk and laugh, but it was not very obedient.

That time, Da Chunmu turned into a female body. I don't know if it was because Chu Lan made her read too many Jianghu dialects, so she developed an extremely unruly temperament.

Because Chu Lan couldn't control it, and didn't bother to control the second girl, after letting her finish her work, she let the wooden puppet go wild outside the mountain.

Not long after, I heard that there was a powerful female monk of Mu Linggen in the realm of comprehension.

That wooden puppet traveled all over the world, acting chivalrously and righteously, quite ancient in style, daring to complain of injustice, and beheading those who dare not be beheaded.

She was dressed in a crimson short dress, and she was heroic. She once sang on the Peach Blossom River. There is a saying: "I have sharpened my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frost blade. If I show you today, who will be unfair?"*

It has a great reputation and was once passed down as a good story.

When the second girl passed by Ling Huazong by chance, she would carry a pot of strong wine and go up to Xishan to see the reclusive sword spirit.

She would tell Chu Lanyin the legend of the rivers and lakes overnight, and then get drunk by herself, pouring wine to the moon and reciting her short poems.

Chu Lanyin laughed: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, who is it, me?"

The drunken puppet hiccupped and asked him, "Who will have the chance to take the frost blade of Shelan Yin's sword from now on?"

He couldn't talk to her, Chu Lanyin said: "Drink yours."

Later, the wooden puppet was accompanied by another female cultivator on the journey of rivers and lakes, and the two traveled as friends, and the vast Taihui was all over their footprints.

Later, the last time Chu Lanyin saw her second girl was in Quzhou, thousands of miles away from Xishan.There was a torrential flood there, and a city of tens of thousands of people was protected behind a tall and lush forest of toon trees.

The female cultivator begged Chu Lanyin.

But Chu Lan was helpless.

The wooden puppet can be regarded as the spirit of the big toon branch. There will not be two identical leaves in Taihui, nor will there be two identical branches.

The next big toon tree will never be her.

Spirits don't have reincarnation.

Once it is destroyed, everything will be over.

The female monk who learned of this fact had gray hair all night, and her once unrestrained and free-spirited mind was buried in the newly born green ever since.

A pair of knights are missing in the rivers and lakes, and there is an extra forest guard in the Chun Forest outside Quzhou City.

The big toon tree grows quietly without knowing the cold and heat, joy and sorrow, and has lived for tens of thousands of years; its branches have turned into spirits, but they have only lived for a short 30 years.

But this is the life of Chu Lanyin's second wooden puppet.

He didn't call the wooden puppet again for a long, long time, and the toon branch was stuck in his hair all the time. After hundreds of years like this, he went out of the customs and used the wooden branch to summon Cangshan.

The wooden puppet Cangshan is smarter, more assertive, and knows how to weigh pros and cons, almost no different from a real human race.

It can be seen that Xie Cangshan's aura is really strong.

Chu Lanyin actually gave birth to a bit of pride.

The color of Jian Ling's eyeballs gradually darkened, reflecting Cang Shan's sharp profile.

In his eyes, thousands of spiritual threads are intertwined, and this wooden puppet is full of vitality, as if it can live a long, long life.

Sword Spirit became happy.

The fire on the top of the hill was fading.

Cangshan didn't stop until he could no longer feel the rolling heat waves sweeping down from above on the mountain road.

The moist mountain wind blew away the broken hair from Chu Lanyin's temples. He looked at Cangshan facing him, smiled, and asked, "Did it scare you?"

"No." Cangshan hung the spiritual fire that illuminated the road in the air, and the shadow of Lan Yin's sword in the light of the fire was long and straight.

He also smiled and said, "You just lost your mind for a moment."

What a cute and smart wooden puppet, and he speaks nicely.Chu Lan felt emotional in his heart, and only Cangshan would describe his loss of control as "absence".

Lan Yin's sword is too fierce, the sword spirit and the sword body are of the same origin, and will affect each other. The twelve blood marks were released too suddenly, and the evil spirit accumulated for a hundred years burst out, drowning the sword spirit's spiritual consciousness in an instant.

The more powerful the weapon, the harder it is to manipulate, and the sword spirit has a deeper understanding than humans.

"But your arrangement is very good." Chu Lanyin praised vigorously: "Otherwise I would not only demolish the house again, but also burn the hilltop of Xiaoyanzi, and I will not have money to compensate him in the future."

The wooden vines on the Sovereign Peak seemed to have been carefully arranged, from fetching swords, fishing people, and fighting fires, to notifying Su Zhiya to arrive, all in one go, without confusion and procrastination, as if the result had already been guessed.

There must be a time when the Lan Yin sword will be unsealed, and this fire is inevitable.

Cangshan didn't answer directly, but reminded the sword spirit: "Lan Yin, your sword is back."

In a word, Chu Lanyin's brows and eyes showed great joy.

His moods came and went quickly, and now he was happy.

He held the Lan Yin sword tightly in his hand, and the edge of the sword was trembling with excitement.

"It's beautiful!" Chu Lanyin crossed Lan Yin's sword, without realizing it was still holding Cang Shan's hand, and handed the sword to him for him to see.

The sword spirit didn't control his strength because of his joy, and clasped his five fingers on the ground too hard, pressing Cangshan's hand into red marks, like leaving five scattered plum petals on the back of the wooden puppet's hand.

The moonlight was like practice, illuminating Lan Yin's sword spirit's eyes extraordinarily brightly.

After asking, he raised his eyebrows at Cangshan, probably thinking that if you don't praise me, I will cut you off.

Cangshan looked at Lan Yinjian carefully.

It is four feet six inches long and weighs four catties. It is made of the black iron "Jiutianyou" in the Underworld. It has been tempered for 81 days. The blade is more than half a finger wide.

The shadow of the blood orchid grows from the jaw, the original dark red color becomes extremely bright under the moonlight, and the sound is compelling, as if someone is painting with cinnabar on the snow.

The hilt of the sword is unadorned and unadorned, only a luan luan is hollowed out on the head of the sword, which is exquisitely carved, which symbolizes Nirvana in the fire.

"It's very beautiful." Cang Shan looked at the sword carefully, and praised sincerely: "Lan Yin's sharp edge is unique in the world."

Chu Lan was satisfied, and the happiness of Sword Spirit was as simple as that.

Unexpectedly, more surprises are yet to come.

Ling Huazong's disciples all carried large and small bags, and rushed up the mountain road with lanterns. After hearing Chu Lanyin's question, their eyes also fell on Lan Yin's sword.

Praise rang out in the mountains without hesitation.

"What a beautiful sword, so domineering!"

"This is the legendary Lan Yin Sword, woo woo woo sword cultivator has no regrets in his career..."

"I've seen hundreds of swords before, but none of them look as good as this one!"

"Too strong, too strong!"

Cangshan couldn't laugh or cry.

The mountain road is not wide, and the night is dark. The disciples stand crowded together. I am afraid that only the few rows in front can clearly see the appearance of Lan Yinjian. The disciples behind have already been blocked, and the boast is true Real sense, they are all good at blowing rainbow farts.

Chu Lan looked at the disciples of Linghua Sect who appeared out of nowhere in confusion, and suddenly realized that there was such a big movement on the top of the mountain just now, but she didn't see this group of little monks who were always worried and rushed out when they heard the sound.

Li Pu'er and others received a sound transmission from a wooden vine a few hours earlier, telling them not to go out rashly no matter what noise they heard.

At the foot of the mountain, they saw the flames on the Suzerain Peak soaring into the sky. If it was normal, they would have to rush to fight the fire, but this time they were reminded by fellow Taoist Mu, so they stayed at the bottom of the mountain peacefully, and only waited for the fire to go out before going up the mountain.

"Where are you going?" Chu Lan asked puzzled seeing that they were all carrying burdens.

Mu Xin took a step forward, handed the only universal storage artifact in the sect to Chu Lanyin, and said solemnly: "Elder Lan Yin, we know that we are not strong enough to go to the Demon Realm with you. There are not many black iron stones we have dug out from behind the mountain in the past few days, so you can take them with you on the way."

...Is this dry food for me?

Chu Lanyin blinked.

The disciples didn't know that the messenger pigeon had lied about the departure date, but because Chu Lan was leaving tomorrow morning, they rushed forward one after another and gave him the things they had collected.

"Elder Chu, we have transcribed all the content about the demons in the Library Pavilion. You can ask Fellow Daoist Mu to read it on the way. Only by knowing your enemy and yourself can you win a hundred battles!"

"Elder elders, the demons are particularly bad. Just in case, our medicine peak has prepared a few common antidotes, which can cure ordinary poisons. A bottle at a critical moment can save emergencies."

"Elder Lan Yin, the divination I made yesterday is good luck! Another consecrated jade pendant will surely have a smooth journey and return soon!"

Su Zhiya also rushed over, took out each elder's unique storage bag from his sleeve, put it in Chu Lanyin's hand and said: "This is the pill I have practiced in the past few years, there are all kinds, you If you can’t knock it, you can grind it into powder and mix it into black iron stone, as much as you can absorb, it’s better than nothing.”

Some disciples walked up to Cangshan and stuffed him with a lot of messy medicines and magic weapons.One of the disciples blamed him for being reluctant, sniffled and said, "Take care, Fellow Daoist Mu."

Chu Lanyin held the pile of things in her arms, looked at the little disciples in a daze, and pursed her lips.

"Lan Yin, look." Cangshan walked to him and whispered: "We are not afraid of you, you are a very good person."

Three days later, under the watchful eye of Ling Hua's disciples, Chu Lanyin and Cangshan took Li Pu'er, and under the "escort" of the Immortal Dao League, they embarked on the road to the Demon Realm.

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*After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. "Swordsman" Jia Dao