Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

When Qiao Yan took over, he came to ask Xie Jianzun and Lan Yin Jianling how to govern Ling Huazong and be the masters.

The main problem revolves around his incommunicability. If he has to deal with other monks in the future, and encounters frivolous and sinister people, can he just shoot him to death?

Xie Cangshan pondered for a moment: "It's still not possible to shoot people to death..." Lan Yinjian was learning the way of dealing with people recently, and thought himself a great master, and thought carefully for a while, and said, "Well, it's not good to shoot people to death if you are the head of the sect , let outsiders think that we, Linghua, are unreasonable, and villains like to attack each other with fake benevolence, righteousness and morality."

Knocking on the head, he came up with an idea: "It's better than this, if someone provokes you, you just pat the table, 'presumptuous', 'bold', 'extremely arrogant', three companies take turns to serve you."

Qiao Yan then asked, "What if the opponent is still vicious after the third consecutive round?"

Chu Lan felt that he asked knowingly, and said, "Of course I shot him to death!"

In short, although Xie Jianzun later taught Qiao Yan a lot of principles and principles of life, the sword spirit's three companies were unexpectedly retained.

Qiao Yan shattered the ice that had formed on the small table with one palm, and almost slapped Chu Lanyin's sleepiness away.

Jian Ling wanted to tilt his head, but suddenly found that he was tightly wrapped and round like a swollen Liufeng cat, so he had to lean the whole ball towards Cangshan.

Cangshan also wore a lot of thick clothes and a big coat, which was only smaller than Chu Lanyin. When the sword spirit leaned towards him, he also held it firmly, but it was precisely because of the too strong Because of this, the original half-hugging posture broke up, and Chu Lan was bounced, and Cangshan quickly fished him back, and then sat still.

Qiao Zongzhu frowned, deeply shocked by the scene of two balls colliding in front of him.

Sword Spirit has a playful nature, why this wooden man is still going down the slope is simply unreasonable!

In fact, it was obviously the sword spirit who took the initiative to lean over. This scene was seen by Qiao Yan, so it was not the case.

In Qiao Zongzhu's eyes, it was a large-scale fire scene of "I didn't watch it alone, and our lively and lively elders of Linghua were kicked out".

The sword spirit has impressive strength, Qiao Yan is convinced of this, the old story of him being beaten by Chu Lanyin on Xishan, crying for his father and mother, still occasionally dreams, just like Ling Hua's disciples dreaming about exams in the middle of the night.

It can be said that his solid foundation was all exchanged with tears and sweat at that time.

But toughness is one thing, but character is another.

At least in Qiao Yan's mind, the sword spirit was still easily abducted.

The reason for this is probably that the turbulent days on Mount Xi made a deep impression on Qiao Yan.

The thick and colorful old time is a flickering firework that has always existed in his sea of ​​consciousness, and it has not faded after a hundred years.

Chu Lan winked at Cang Shan because he was arching in front of Cang Shan's arms, but the wooden puppet actually imitated the sword spirit's movements, turned his head, and winked at him with a smile.

"you--!"

Poor Sect Master Qiao didn't come up in one breath, and pointed at Cangshan for a long time without holding back a word.

"Let me take my time." Qiao Yan pulled out the fan at his waist, and slammed a gust of wind, blowing the two locks of hair on the sideburns backwards.

In the end, he closed the fan with a "snap" and said with a solemn expression: "Both of you, you are recovering from your injuries. It's hard to explain the matter of the pit in a few words. Let's wait for us to sort out a paper material and discuss it later."

After a few breaths, Qiao Yan sank into his dantian, cleared his throat, and said to Cangshan sternly: "But now I will first express my attitude, that is, I am not a rigid person, and Ling Huazong also believes in inclusiveness, and I am not against any form of Love between human beings, demons, souls, souls, this is your freedom, I have no right to interfere—"

After a pause, the fan stretched out and touched Cangshan, and then said: "Wood and sword are also acceptable, not because of race, nor because we Lan Yin is an elder, and you are the wooden branch on his head. There is a way, there are mountains and trees, and trees have branches... Haha, damn, what kind of sentence is this?!"

Chu Lan was silent for a moment, and said, "Xiao Yanzi, are you alright?"

At the same time, he reached out his hand to pick off the frost on his eyelashes, but Cang Shan grabbed his wrist, covered his eyelids with a warm veil, melted the ice crystals, and then slowly wiped it off.

Qiao Yan was in a very confused mood at the moment, but he couldn't drag this apprentice out and beat him to death, so he beat the fan faster and faster, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'm fine!"

"Then you are..."

"I'm hot, hot, I'm very hot!"

Chu Lanyin raised his head slightly, while Cangshan lowered his head, listening to Jian Ling whispering in his ear: "He started talking nonsense, is it because of this obstacle? He is a Mahayana monk, what's the matter with this obstacle, and this kind of ability?"

Cangshan brushed away a strand of hair from Chu Lanyin's ear, and replied in a low voice, "It's not because of obstacles."

This blatant whisper made the "very hot" Sect Master Qiao unable to sit still, he stood up and clasped his fists at them and said, "You two, this is Linghua's territory, there will be no danger, you should take care of your injuries first, and the documents will be sent to you later." , Mu Mu, you have to read it to Elder Chu." He also added with special intention: "Also, Linghua's people have nothing to lose, so I will leave first."

Walking out the door stiffly, with one leg over the threshold, he suddenly turned his head and said loudly: "Just recuperate, and nothing else can be done! That kid, do you hear me, recuperate well, don't touch your feet, this is our Ling Hua My precious elder, if you have any unreasonable thoughts, don't blame this suzerain for being unrefined!"

There was ice on the door, and when it was closed, a lot of debris fell down, and Qiao Yan's loud voice could still be heard shouting: "What are you looking at! Go back to work, study and practice! Elder Chu is cultivating, and you are going to visit him!" Come tomorrow—me? I’m fine, I can kill a thousand ghosts with my bare hands, okay?!”

Chu Lan smiled "噗呵", turned into a flexible ball, turned in a different direction, and threw herself into Cangshan's arms, almost throwing him over.

Cangshan pulled the quilt on Jianling's body with one hand to prevent it from slipping, and then stuck it to Jianling's forehead—this was the only part of Chu Lanyin's body that was exposed.

Elder Yaofeng was afraid that using the fire spirit stone would be a hedge against the spirit body of the sword spirit, so he didn't immediately use the spirit stone to heat up. .Chu Lanyin turned her direction, faced Cangshan and said, "If you go out with Xiaoyanzi, I won't be unable to sleep."

In the quilt, between the hands of the two holding each other, spiritual energy is flowing slowly, the tug-of-war has finally stopped, the wood spirit is like a trickle flowing into the spirit body of the sword spirit, gentler and slower than the scorching flame, and will be solidified by the cold air The spiritual power is scattered.

The sword spirit will indeed suffer from the uncontrollable cold due to the nine cold hearts, and its power is no less than the extreme cold poison in the cultivation world, but this is not the fatal point of this thing.

In the spirit body of Zhongjiu's cold heart, the spiritual power in the body will freeze and freeze, not just on the surface, but from the inside out, every minute and every inch of the spirit body is ice, and the spirit that relies on spiritual power to live loses its vitality The source of water spirit will naturally be difficult to maintain.

But because of Chulan's physical condition, Cangshan did not find that the sword spirit was seriously corroded by Jiu Hanxin after careful inspection.

Although there is also a situation where the spiritual power is frozen, it is very slow and can be reversed, but the cold air that radiates is scary.

Chu Lan didn't feel that the cold was unbearable because of her soul. The difference is probably from the beginning of autumn to the cold season. It's just because the sword spirit has not experienced such an obvious temperature change, so he is extremely unsuitable. It is useless to wrap up like this. , but I feel warm in my heart.

Cangshan's wood spirit can make him feel comfortable and restore his spiritual flow faster. Chu Lanyin wanted to use his spiritual power to try to mend his split wooden puppet body. In the fight, the two strands of spiritual energy were entangled and coiled, and finally won with Cangshan's delicate grasping wrist manipulation. The sword spirit relaxed his body, allowed the wood spiritual energy to disperse, and began to melt ice everywhere.

Sword Spirit was in a good mood. When he woke up dimly, he had already seen many familiar spirit lines outside the door. It was enough for him to see that everyone in Ling Huazong was safe and sound. The possibilities are endless.

Chu Lan leaned on Cangshan, the long hair caught in the quilt arched softly, a few strands were curled up in the neck, and a few strands ran out dishonestly, overlapping with the wooden puppet's long hair.

"Take them out." Chu Lanyin said in a low voice, "You can't take it lightly."

He seemed to be about to talk about business, but was knocked by Cang Shan's hand on his joints, and said: "Sect Master Qiao said that he needs to rest, the business is right now, Lan Yin, sleep."

Maybe it was really tired, the sword spirit didn't refute, and slid down a little bit, sticking his ear to Cangshan's chest.

He closed his eyes, and the sound of the heartbeat in his ears was powerful, and he said, "Hold me tighter, and sleep with me for a while."

Cangshan responded and closed his eyes.

The day and night in the barrier are irregular, and it is difficult to have a normal sky phenomenon, but today ushered in the first barely clear sunset in half a month.

The bewitching sun melts behind the thick fog little by little, and the gilt and blush sunset glow spreads across the sky, and the clouds drift into the distance one after another, like shaking off a gorgeous long silk that is burning.

Qiao Yan, Elder Yaofeng and Li Pu'er came to the door, Elder Yaofeng was about to knock on the door, but was held down by the suzerain, saying: "Sleep, come back tomorrow."

The Mahayana monk had a good sense of perception, Elder Yaofeng nodded, and turned to leave with the suzerain.

They walked through the suspended corridor of the Linghua Sect that was temporarily built. Outside the window was the flowing sunlight. Qiao Yan stopped, looked at the scene, and suddenly said: "The sunset in Xishan back then was much more beautiful than this."

Elder Yaofeng was a few batches of monks recruited by the sect. He knew something about the past of Linghua Sect. He sighed and said, "Perhaps the sunset glow on Xishan today is also very beautiful."

And Li Pu'er, who had just completed the soul-merging, his understanding of the past was only on the pen and ink of others, and he asked in a low voice: "Master?"

Qiao Yan waved his hand and said, "You should calm down when you go back, sleep more, and eat more when you go up. I just asked Lao Gao to make a lotus leaf chicken, but when I went late, it was snatched away by your brothers and sisters."

Li Pu'er said "Oops", and the lotus leaf chicken was greedy crazy, and ran to the lobby quickly after asking the gift.

Elder Yaofeng and Qiao Yan stood side by side in front of the corridor window, neither of them said a word.

They have already heard about Chu Lanyin's experience during this period of time from Pu'er.

After a while, Qiao Yan said, "Lan Yin is really different from before."

"He is more like a person." Elder Yaofeng said: "After Xie Jianzun left, he became more like a person."

"No, Old Crane, didn't he become more like a person." Qiao Yan said with a wry smile, "He was already like this a long time ago, but he didn't have the experience and opportunity to perform. But the experience is not as simple as talking about it."

"Xie Jianzun's mood back then may have been more complicated than ours. It was like we taught these children that they were always safe in the sect, and the teacher was always worried that these children would leave the sect and enter the world. What if they were bullied? Well, what to do if you get hurt."

"Isn't it the same? Chicks always have to fly when they leave the nest." Elder Yaozong asked back.

Qiao Yan shook his head, "The mood is actually the same, so to put it another way, every time your daughter-in-law does missions outside, you don't worry about being afraid. The longest time you went, you could blow up the stove when you refined medicine. "

Elder Yaozong was taken aback for a moment, and now he also laughed, but it was bitter: "Well, I understand now."

After a moment of silence, he said: "I don't know my daughter-in-law's strength. I can't beat her as a doctor, but sometimes I think, it's better to hide her. The wind and frost are outside, I can be considerate, she doesn't have to." bear."

The flames faded outside the window, and the two were silent again. Qiao Yan focused his eyes and said, "Lan Yin told me back then that he was going to retreat to do a big thing."

This is a sentence without beginning or end, Elder Yaofeng didn't understand, so he asked, "What's the big deal?"

"I don't know either." Qiao Yan said.

Probably dusk always brings back memories, and the beautiful fire clouds rolled up the wandering years.

"He will also have his own plans not to tell others, but I always feel that he is still the carefree sword spirit on Xishan Mountain." Qiao Yan said with a smile: "You don't know how noisy Elder Chu was back then. Even ten melons can't compare to him, I have never seen such a person, like a handful of water and a handful of snow."

Many traces of the past melted into his eyes, and the black and thin boy had grown into a responsible head: "The first time I saw him, I thought he was a pampered noble son, but later Master told me, Before Xishan, how had he been treated kindly."

In Qiao Yan's memory, Chu Lanyin was always parked in front of the grandmother's wooden cart, poking her head, and she was also the lawless spirit on Xishan Mountain.

How short a century is, how long a century is.

He remembered that in summer, they were all enjoying the cool in the courtyard, cutting watermelon and drinking iced mung bean soup. Those sword spirits were all there, and the rest were just teenagers. Zun took back Lan Yin's sword spirit who had forgotten the time when he was soaked in water.

Xie Cangshan made a large piece of vermilion spirit stone into the shape of watermelon slices and distributed them to the spirits present. He heard Sha Hongchen and Baichuan secretly complain that the sword master was too bad, and the piece given to Lan Yin sword spirit was on the tip of the watermelon. The sweetest bite is average, when they can't see it, black box operation!

When the dusk ends, the heat dissipates, and the Milky Way hangs in the blue sky, and twinkling fireflies emerge from the grass, dotted with stars, like a dream.

And when he carried Chu Lanyin back to Linghua from the talisman cage of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, Qiao Yan had made up his mind that even if the mountains were desolate, even if the sword master was gone, even if all the memories of the youth had faded with time, He will also run Ling Huazong for a long time and guard Lan Yinjian.

He remembered that before the sword spirit retreated, he handed him the token and the copper bell to open the Xishan spirit screen and knock on the door, and said: "Xiao Yanzi, you have to be good, don't let Ling Hua fall, no one will tell me again In the world, I am not sure about the memory of the sword spirit, if you also run away, who will talk to me back then?"

Who will talk to me back then?

Who will tell me about the world?

Qiao Yan and Elder Yaofeng watched in silence for a while, then went back to deploy defenses and refine medicine.

In the house, Cang Shan didn't really fall asleep, he was still thinking about melting away the remaining icy energy for the sword spirit, but just as he was about to open his eyes, there was a rustling sound beside him.

His sleep is usually very shallow, and he will wake up with the slightest noise, not to mention that he is not asleep at all, but the almost imperceptible movement is still too easy to be ignored, unless he is careful, it is difficult to detect.

The sword spirit doesn't breathe, and is good at hiding. If it wasn't because he was wrapped too much, Ling Huazong's quilt covers were covered with very happy big flowers, and there would be rubbing sounds between the fabrics. With the ability of the sword spirit, it would be Definitely won't let him find out.

Cangshan probably knew what Lan Yin was going to do, and the sword spirit could not do it for him just now, what he wanted to do would definitely be done, and he would never give up.

Sure enough, Cangshan felt his sleeves being pushed up carefully, exposing the obviously cracked skin.

Da Chunmu's puppet was already very reluctant to host his soul, and after all, it could not bear the high-intensity spiritual load, and cracking was inevitable.

Cangshan's breathing rhythm remained unchanged, and he was still in a doze, wanting to wait for the sword spirit to use his spiritual power before catching him.

But he waited for a while, but he didn't see Lan Yin's next move.

Seems to be just looking at those cracks.

They were leaning against the head of the bed, and the sword spirit was silent for a moment, then slowly and silently raised his wrist, the long sleeves slid down, revealing the skin that had turned into a log color behind, and more of slender lines.

How could the wooden puppet break in one place?

In the eyes of the spirit body, that is a disconnected spiritual thread.

Cangshan wanted to wake up and hug Lan Yin, and told him that the injury was not as serious as it seemed.

But just as he was about to open his eyes, there was a cool and soft touch from his wrist.

The sword spirit didn't try to heal those cracks with the spiritual power of his fingers.

Chu Lanyin didn't seem to know what the intention of this move was, and kissed the places where the spiritual thread broke one by one.

Jian Ling, who has no body temperature, is as cold as black iron all over, only his lips are soft as if there is still some warmth.

Like a butterfly resting and flying up again, when it reached his wrist, Chu Lanyin pressed his face, which was probably the posture he learned from Liu Feng, he rubbed a deep scar that couldn't heal at all, and buried his face in the his palm.

When Cangshan shook, he heard a heavy ringing in his heart.

The sword spirit also had nothing to do with the wound on the spiritual line, and after another long silence, he pounced on Cangshan again, moved to the side to prevent the wooden puppet from being overwhelmed, and squeezed again. Really fell asleep.

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What's the matter, other people's feelings are getting less and less, we develop feelings more and more (?)