Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

Chu Lan had slept for five full hours.

Due to the disorder of day and night in the barrier, it was still dark when he got up, and the coldness on his body dissipated, only a trace of moonlight on the pillow remained, like water pulses, quietly flowing.

The moonlight here is also coquettish, one section is blue and the other section is red, the blue section is the ancient jade sinking in the water, and the red section is the glamorous haze.

The two-color spiritual thread fell loosely, Chu Lanyin reached out and pulled it, grabbed it, and then pulled it off forcefully.

Then the five fingers fluttered and tied a concentric knot flexibly.

Then he turned over and said to Cang Shan who was sitting on the bed, "Hey, see you off."

A spirit line in Jian Ling's eyes is a faint light in the eyes of others.

This is the sword spirit's ability to capture the ethereal and unimaginable, and give it to someone they think is cute.

Cangshan received the colorful moonlight, and the silver branches and leaves were closed to form a hollow ball, which was threaded with rope-like tough vines.

Because Chu Lan's eyes lit up, she quickly grabbed the end of the rope and was about to pull it back, but was held back by Cang Shan, her lips curled up, and she said with a smile: "Yes, I will give it to you."

Chu Lan's tone of voice was particularly ups and downs because of dragging out a long "Oh—" and almost wrote "Why are you so stingy" on her face.

Pulling back the end of the rope again, tapped a little spiritual power inside, and condensed the moonlight in it for a while, and then drew a length on Cangshan's wrist.

It's too long to hang around your neck.

So he stretched his arms to the back of Cangshan's neck, but after trying several times, he couldn't get the clasps on the branches and leaves, so he vigorously pulled Cangshan's hair to the front, and poked his head to have a look.

While looking at it, he said: "Lan Yinjian's exclusive pendant, you are quite rare, you have a good eye."

There is a sword energy in the sword spirit's spiritual power. Although it has no physical power, it may be able to save a life in a crisis.

He sent one to everyone on Xishan and Lingjie before, and then the second girl got one too.

However, most of the objects entrusted to their spiritual power are sword spirits using local materials. The sound of Qiao Yan's wheat waves condenses into a stone, Lianfu's peach blossom wine gathers into a drop, the second girl's wine fragrance harvests a piece, and there is also a very good piece for Gu Shengyang. Asking about the expensive Lantian jade is regretful, very regretful, now he just wants to use that sword energy to kill that surnamed Gu.

But Xie Cangshan's one was never done well.

To be honest, Chu Lanyin didn't know what to use as a deposit for him, so she didn't know what to use after asking around, and she couldn't find anything satisfactory after walking down the mountain.

A slightly alternative solution is gold and silver, real gold and silver, enough to knock people out.

He felt that Xie Cangshan needed it very much, and he would definitely be impressed by this gift.

But I heard that the world would regard giving money directly as low-grade, and call silver as vulgar things. Chu Lan felt that it was too particular, but he still did as the Romans did, and he could not give him vulgar things.

Just dragging and dragging like this, there are more and more alternatives, all of which are stored in the storage bag.

He didn't know exactly how many there were, but the sword spirit had thought that it would be better to wait for the compartments in the storage bag to be full, and randomly pick one.

Of course, he still prefers gold, it's always good to have money, the happiness of being able to buy things with money is so real.

But the storage bag was completely destroyed in a fire.

From this, Sword Spirit deeply understood two truths.

First, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, and you should invest separately to reduce risks.

The other is that I can't describe it, but I have recently recognized characters and learned poetry, so I have a definite description that can be conveyed.

——Good things in the world are not firm, but colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is brittle. *

When Chu Lanyin managed to fasten the buckle, she was suddenly pulled lightly by Cangshan, and Jianling, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost her balance and jumped forward, her shoulder was touching Cangshan's. .

"what happened to you?"

Chu Lanyin didn't break away, and asked lazily.

The sword spirit could feel that the state of his spirit thread was a little different, it tightened like a heaving chest.

The performance of this spirit line shows that his mood changes rapidly and is an extremely complicated fluctuation.

It is so complicated that if a sword spirit encounters it on a daily basis, he will hardly spend time analyzing it. Anyway, he has very sufficient self-knowledge, so he can't understand it when analyzing it, and it takes a lot of brains.

But because it was the person in front of him, Sword Spirit stepped forward despite the difficulties and was willing to give it a try.

Then he retreated bravely.

I don't understand...

Chu Lanyin thought silently, could it be because she was so happy to receive the gift?

But no matter what, Chu Lanyin also put her hand on his back, and patted him like he usually does: "Okay, I finally hung this one up, and next time I will have a good spirit thread for you to redo. You can match it with other shapes and then make a bell, jade, it would also look good as a bracelet or a waist pendant, um, but bells are more often used on sword spirits, jade is more—”

"Just the bell." Cangshan said.

"Hey?" Chu Lanyin tilted her head, "You're not afraid that someone will recognize you as... Hey hey? What's the matter?"

Cangshan's arms tightened a little.

Even he himself can hardly express how he feels at the moment.

He vaguely felt that the sword spirit already knew something, but there was no definite confirmation.

But he could hardly suppress the throbbing in his heart and the fear of being late.

A999 When there was ever a fear, Cangshengdao understood better than the other two ways. There is no need to regret many things, and there is no need to deplete oneself and waste energy.

They are really too busy, and only the endless busyness can offset the load after the task.

All living beings will live and die in troubled times. No matter what kind of identity they are in or what world they are in, sacrifices and choices are always staged again and again when the protagonist is trying to turn the tide.

Who knows his name and surname, is it the person in Chungui's dream, or the boy from Moshang?

But when Chu Lanyin fell asleep, Xie Cangshan's heart was like a howling wind, and the place where he passed was a fusion of water and fire, rubbing open his wooden heart, and the sourness and pain poured into it unstoppably.

Time is the real long edge.

Is it possible to accept all the results without declaring it, without urgently proving and implementing it?

Chu Lanyin couldn't see his expression, and couldn't understand the change of the spirit line even more, but being hugged like this, he was strangely aroused to win, and he also hugged him tightly with his big arms. The hug is harder and tighter than Cangshan.

Cang Shan: "Lan Yin, I—"

"What are you doing!!!"

The loud voice of Qiao Zongzhu who brought in the medicine was earth-shattering.

"In broad daylight, the world is bright and clear, how decent is it to hug each other!" Qiao Yan said angrily.

Qiao Zongzhu has no other hobbies on weekdays, but likes to grow a field, raise chickens, and listen to operas.

At this moment, his mind is full of familiar scenes from the repertoire, but he has never had such a deep substituting experience.

Now he seems to be the old father who is squatting in the corner and meeting his children's disciples privately. The lines that he thought were very old-fashioned in the past are also coming out one after another, rushing to the sky one after another.

Sword spirits don't understand the seven emotions and six desires, and they can't tell what love is. They know people through spiritual lines, which is indeed more transparent, but they often ignore people's changeable positions and self-deception.

For example, Gu Shengyang and Lianfu, one was too selfish back then, and the other couldn't see clearly, especially Gu Shengyang, who can bloom flowers with just one mouth, and the sword spirit has been tricked once, so he can't suffer anymore.

Sect Master Qiao took a deep breath. Of course he had no objection to Elder Lan Yin finding a piece of wood. The problem was that he hadn't figured out exactly what kind of wood it was.

If anyone else pays it back, Jianling can also be careful, but this Cangshan was summoned by Chu Lanyin himself. It is obvious to all how Jianling taught the second girl, and with such a face, it is inevitable that he will think that This guy is nice.

"San Mutou, you are getting worse, Elder Chu, get out of the way, Qiao will teach him personally today!" Sect Master Qiao put down the medicine bowl and rolled up his sleeves to pull the iron fan on his waist.

Chu Lanyin almost turned over laughing, and waved Qiao Yan to sit down.

Sect Master Qiao was so angry that he finally resisted the desire to ask the wooden puppet to go out for a chat, and took out two stacks of papers from his sleeve.

This is also the official business he will be dealing with in the near future, and he just took this opportunity to sort out his thoughts.

He was about to read the contents of the paper to the two of them, when Chu Lanyin pointed at Cangshan, "Let him come, the spiritual voice is nice."

Qiao Yan yelled that Sword Spirit has been good for so many years. He needs the storyteller's spiritual voice to be pleasant to listen to a book. He also hopes that the storyteller will develop more skills, read the narration with the same accent, and read the lines of different characters It’s the same tone again, and it’s best to be ventriloquist. If it wasn’t for the high price, the storyteller would be so embarrassed by his many demands that he would run away overnight.

Qiao Yan's rough voice was naturally not up to the standard, Cang Shan took the document and read the information Ling Hua had collected one by one.

In the battle of Shenlongguan, almost the entire Ling Huazong sect was involved in this dark pit, but fortunately not too many people were lost, and many people were recovered one after another in the follow-up.

At the same time, they discovered that there were other creatures in this barrier. These creatures came from other worlds, had their own understanding of the barrier, and had magic weapons and action strategies they had never seen before.

Surviving at the beginning was not easy, but he also had to adapt. Ling Hua worked as one, worked hard to learn, and survived this weird obstacle.

"We also used those spars at the beginning, but later speculated that the spars were not good things, so we just collected them and didn't use them. Occasionally, there will be mutations in the spars. The spars you took this time should be mutations. The latter kind."

Qiao Yan handed Cang Shan the list for registering the spar inventory, "This pit has very obvious traces of man-made manipulation. Elder Song has already told us about the person who seized the house."

"What about the one who seized the house?" Chu Lanyin said.

Qiao Yan frowned: "It's very blunt, and we found that he used some kind of magic to cut off a part of his soul, and the soul search technique is not available to him."

"In this case, I will meet him." Chu Lan laughed lowly, got up and said, "There is also the house spirit, let's go together."

"Okay, just to show you my temporary Ling Huazong." Qiao Yan led them outside.

Chu Lan was carried in because she was dizzy, and she didn't know what Ling Hua looked like here, so going out to see it was an eye-opener.

He has never seen the winding method of those spiritual threads, such as vegetable greenhouses, etc. are still understandable, and the low-power generation of spiritual stones, and the automatic tracking of formations are very novel.

Although Qiao Yan still had a fan attached to his waist, when he passed by the school grounds, he showed Chu Lanyin a shooting target with a gun. The bullet was wrapped in a talisman, which could explode the moment it hit a ghost, reducing the risk of being bitten close by.

When I arrived at the interrogation room, I bumped into an elder coming out. The elder looked gloomy and said, "I have seen the suzerain."

"Old Cai, what's wrong with you?"

Elder Cai, who was in charge of the interrogation, sighed: "The spirit of the house is cunning, and it will be difficult for the one who snatches the house."

Chu Lanyin stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "This elder, go and rest, let's 'talk' to him."

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*Good things in the world are not firm, colorful clouds are easy to scatter and glass is brittle.Bai Juyi's "Jane Jian Yin".

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The transitional chapter, the last escape copy in this obstacle, contains the memory line of Xishan, and then I will return to Taihui√