Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

A hundred years ago.

Qinshui River fell into silence in the night.

The moon goes up to the balcony, and the wind comes from the bamboo.

Qiao Yan and Elder Chu returned to Mount Xi together.

The mountain waves covered his sleeves and rustled. The sword spirit looked back from the mountainside, and the lights in the distance were reflected in his light-colored eyes.

He watched silently for a long time, and finally turned around and stopped looking.

Qiao Yan was silent. Looking at the situation, he had already decided to quarrel with Ling Huazong. This time they attacked Elder Chu, it was even more unforgivable.

But the sword spirit made him wait for a few days.

A few days later, Yao Ling's anthology came out, which was widely publicized by his disciples, and a few monks who were clever in pen and ink were invited to publish several sets of easy-to-understand books.

Among them are "Three Thousand Principles of Dao Xin" and so on.

These books do not specifically talk about spiritual things, but many of them mention that the mind and nature of spiritual things are back to basics.

There are also fables that are thought-provoking, asking whether the weapon is guilty, or the person who holds the weapon needs to kowtow to the heart.

Although the effect is still meager, it also attracts the thinking of some cultivators.

The Immortal Dao League doesn't care about these things, but it doesn't intend to chase after them.

They got the body of the Lan Yin sword, and then hunted down the spirit body, it would be too much noise.

Leader Gu has just taken power not long ago, and there are many things to worry about. After weighing the two sides, he put this matter on hold for now.

Simply holding the sword in their hands and suppressing it with the keel, the spiritual creature is not to be feared for a long time, and maybe it will come to their door.

And because Xie Cangshan died for Taihui, he can't do anything to Linghuazong, and he doesn't want to kill the grass and eradicate the roots, but he also needs to be treated with more courtesy, and he will only wait for the next day.

The Immortal Dao League is making drastic moves, but Linghua Sect is still silent.

On the night of returning to Xishan, Qiao Yan hesitated whether to take Elder Chu to live elsewhere, after all, seeing things and thinking about others must be difficult.

The master also told him that the sword spirit must not fluctuate in emotion, otherwise it is prone to spiritual restlessness.

But Chu Lanyin insisted on living in the original house.

Qiao Yan was worried and stayed with him all night in the chair.

When they arrived at Xishan, the sky was already white, but when the flowing clouds turned golden, the sword spirit fell asleep.

The thin sky light falls all over the eaves, floating slowly, like a layer of fine snow.

Qiao Yan pushed open the wooden door, but the opposite side of the mountain was already brightly lit.

It is said that there will be a change in the sky when the Great Cultivator falls, but on the day Xie Cangshan died, there was actually no big movement.

There was no lightning and thunder, and there was no shaking of the earth.

This pick from another world came and went silently.

Because of Chu Lan's heavy sleep, she slept for more than ten days.

On the 16th, he hugged the quilt tightly, woke up from this dreamless sleep, and spread his long hair on the pillow.

The flowers in the courtyard jumped over the window lattice and blew in, falling softly on the flowing blue silk.

Black and white are distinct, and yin and yang are intertwined, as if many years have passed.

He got up and floated into the yard, seeing Xiaoyanzi guarding outside.

The new Sect Master Qiao hadn't slept for several nights, and he was in a mess and scribbled.

In fact, he is already comfortable enough to deal with those annoying social interactions in the cultivation world, but he probably doesn't care about maintaining those "good looks" when he returns to Xishan.

At the table, he scolded that this was all written nonsense, and at the same time bit the bullet and wrote back to Xiandaomeng.

Ling Huazong now has more than enough prestige but not enough manpower, now that he has this room for maneuver, he has calmed down.

Elder Chu has already returned, so he can't impulsively take the sword spirit with him to fight to the death, but can only continue to deal with him.

After writing the reply letter full of nonsense rhetoric, he patted the ashes that didn't exist on it, and his disgust was beyond words.

Before, Qiao Yan was afraid that Elder Chu's spiritual power would fluctuate suddenly, and he had to deal with it, so he directly moved the office to the yard.

He heard the sound of the wooden door, looked up from the shadows of the trees, and saw the sword spirit standing in the light of the sun, in a green shirt with wide sleeves, his figure was the same as before, and there seemed to be something different.

But who is the same as before?

They are all different from what they were then.

The youthful years, the carefree years, also melted into this mottled shadow.

"Shouldn't it be better for me not to go out?" Chu Lanyin asked.

Qiao Yan was startled, and said: "It will take some time to suppress the rumors of the Immortal Dao League. I have already hired someone..." He clenched his fists, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's because I didn't manage well."

Sword Spirit walked up to him, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a slow smile: "No, you have done a good job, if there is anything I can help, you must come and tell me."

After that, the sword spirit really didn't come out of Xishan.

Just like in Xinghua Town, he is also bored in Xishan, still playing with his previous fun.

When Ling Huazong formally recruited students, Chu Lanyin observed secretly during the Grand Competition, and even participated in the first level of the trial, but no one knew about it.

Ling Huazong really became lively.

He sometimes heard the first batch of young disciples running in circles on Xishan Mountain, babbling, babbling, and helping those who fell behind. They had a lot of training and had to go around the mountain many, many times.

For them, there will be another lap after one lap, and they always seem to be short, but when they really reach the last three laps, they will scream in their hearts and have hidden expectations.

Sword Spirit sat on the roof and saw their spiritual lines, which were refreshing, like new threads in spring.

Because Chu Lan asked Qiao Yan not to reveal his whereabouts, the monks of Ling Huazong probably only heard of his existence.

On Xishan Mountain of Ling Huazong, lived a mysterious elder who never saw the end of the dragon.

The elder will set off fireworks on New Year's Eve and practice his horrible Xun at night.

And he is also very rich, the food standard of the whole sect has improved several times, entrusted with his support, he will also wholesale candied haws in winter, and a bowl of mung bean and lotus seed soup in hot summer.

Whenever candied haws and mung bean soup appear, it means that the disciples of the sect will have a few days off from today.

So the mysterious Elder Chu is often associated with a pleasant rest.

Sometimes when Qiao Yan was walking by Jianping, he would hear the disciples chattering and chatting.

They said that Zongmen's food is too good, and the fried chicken legs at noon are really delicious, and they will work harder to grab one more next time.

Another one talked about his unique experience, saying that half a month ago, he was scolded by a very angry master during the day, got up in the middle of the night, squatted on the mountain path secretly wiping tears, but met a very handsome man. good sir.

The gentleman has a wide robe and wide sleeves, and there are crisp bells when he walks around, but he has a correct demeanor.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was the spirit transformed from the spirit of the plants and trees on the mountain, but he didn't know it was the elder until he saw the amber jade ring on the other's waist.

He was about to ask the ceremony, but was asked by the elder why he was here late at night, and after hearing his words, he smiled and asked him to practice the swordsmanship that was scolded during the day.

After seeing it, he laughed even more happily, and said that he was not punished for swinging the sword for a few hours. It is already very good, and Ling Huazong's education method is really much gentler.

The disciple's face was flushed, the elder stretched out his hand again after he finished speaking, and held Lingguang in his palm, Lingguang turned into a villain, actually practicing that set of sword skills, flowing like clouds and flowing water, like a swimming dragon.

The elder stuffed the villain into his hand, and told him to stop crying here and go to practice quickly, and he still couldn't practice like this tomorrow after crying.

Later, he practiced with this vivid villain in Jianping all night. Before dawn, the sky was like silk, and the dawn accompanied the moon, which was the time when the sky and the earth were dark.

He was exhausted, and the avatar in his hand withdrew his sword momentum, turned his back on the sword, made a gesture of cheering up, and then scattered into a firework.

Everyone listened to his passage for countless times, and the more they listened, the more envious they became. Some disciples really went to meet this legendary elder on the mountain road in the middle of the night, but no one met him again.

Another disciple jokingly said: "Elder Xishan never goes down the mountain, he is really restrained and quiet, really powerful, he has no distractions."

This disciple has probably read some romantic books, and the wording is quite out of the way.

Qiao Yan lost his breath, and when he heard this sentence from the side, he felt a bit of sadness in his heart.

The sword spirit who was arrogant and careless on Xishan Mountain has become the introverted and quiet people in the later population.

When the second batch of disciples were recruited into Ling Huazong, Chu Lanyin came to Qiao Yan and told him that he wanted to go out for a walk.

The sword spirit re-transformed his appearance with the Yi Rong Talisman, stood in front of Ling Huazong's mountain gate, looked up at the asking heart stone on the Xuanmen that knocked his waist.

Sword Spirit was dressed in white, with a toon tree pinned between his long hair, standing facing the wind.

Chu Lan couldn't recognize the text given to him by the asking heart stone, and Qiao Yan couldn't see it either. If he could read it, he would read the spiritual thoughts in his heart reflected by the asking heart stone.

After leaving Linghua Sect, Chu Lanyin traveled to many places and met many creatures from all ethnic groups.

If the temperament is compatible, we will travel together all the way, come when we are happy, then leave when we are happy, and drive in front of the road. After asking about it, we will only talk about the green mountains and not change the green waters.

There was never a fixed destination either.

The flower spirit in the wind said that the willows in the south of the Yangtze River were green, so he went to the south of the Yangtze River, and the old man in the market said that the lonely smoke in Mobei, so he went to Mobei.

Occasionally, I would go back to Xishan, stay for a few days, and store specialties from various places in wooden boxes.

He had listened to Taihui's books all over, and the books about Xie Jianzun were so popular, true and false stories always sounded a little funny.

But the storytellers from Ganzhou are the best. Sword Spirit spends a lot of money and invites them to write new chapters. Most of the endings are open. Yao Ling's disciples invited them to do exclusive interviews and published several obscure articles.

In his stories, Xie Cangshan is always far away from death.

Three years later, he went to the underworld again, wanting to make another pot of water from the Styx River and try the Five Elements Formation.

It was this time that he picked up the fragment of wishing Dongfeng by the Styx River.

In the process of treating and wishing Dongfeng, Chu Lan knew the secret about the Dingtian Needle because of her knowledge of the sea.

That day, Sword Spirit sat by the Styx River for a long time.

The Styx is boundless, and the red flowers are blooming.

It turned out that he had a chance to prevent this disaster.

After leaving the underworld, he found Yaoling and asked him to write a prescription. This time, he returned to Xishan, activated the toon tree branch, and summoned the second wooden puppet.

Because of Xu Chulu's freedom in the future, Chulan exchanged the condition that she go to Longgu Snow Mountain to find the pure Nine Cold Heart Stone.

Spiritual objects should not directly touch the original stone of Jiuhanxin, Chu Lv will temper the ice soul according to the prescription, seal it up and send it to him.

How long can the fixed sky needle last?

Chu Lanyin didn't know.

When he first recovered the rough stone sent by Chu Lu, there was a heavy rain on Xishan Mountain.

And in his heart, for the first time, there was an emotion that was too complicated for him to define accurately.

He admits that it can be called greed.

——That's all.

He wants to put an end to this incident for good.

After completing the task, Chu Lv went to the human world.

In fact, it's not all because of the scripts she read to Jian Ling, but because the world that Jian Ling talked to her by chance is so beautiful.

The heroine will still go to Xishan every year on the New Year's Day, but she no longer has Jiuhanxin in her hand, but a pot of wine.

In the first few years, she protected him under the bright moon flowers, but she was lonely and drunk, and said to the sword spirit: "Don't do it, let's stop, it is impossible to complete, you will die in the middle."

But then, she didn't stop herself.

When Feng Wanbing came to Chu Lanyin, Chu Lanyin had already condensed twelve Nine Cold Heart Ice Souls into the size of a jade cup.

He gave Feng Wanbing the pot of Styx water, and the bamboo basket was empty, but there were always people obsessed with it.

The stars flow and the moon scatter, the second big toon tree turned into a silly girl, and it turned into a dead tree outside the city of Quzhou.

The people in Quzhou City who survived the catastrophe came back one after another, and Chu Lanyin stood on the cliff and saw the town that had begun to recover its vitality.

The Fat Mr. Fatty of the academy sent someone to collect the fallen leaves of the toon tree, and the cheeks of the children sitting on the wall were flushed. They didn't seem to have experienced this ups and downs, and only knew that there was an extra forest outside the city.

After a while, they were bored, so they sang the poem taught by the master on the way to escape: "The other millet is separated, the ear of the other millet. The pace is exhausted, and the center is drunk—"

It was this year that Chu Lan dug a cave in Xishan and told Qiao Yan to seal the place and he wanted to retreat.

Qiao Yan asked him why he retreated, and swore to him that he would take back Lan Yin's sword body. Chu Lanyin only said that he wanted to sleep for a long time. As for the sword body, he didn't need to get it for a hundred years. To strengthen one's power while being feared, the balance is very difficult, he knows Xiao Yanzi's hard work.

After sending away the worried Qiao Yan, Chu Lanyin looked at the cave where he might live for a long time. The walls were cold and solid, and they were bare and unattractive.

If it was Xie Cangshan, he would definitely use his omnipotent home furnishing ability to make this place comfortable. Unfortunately, he didn't learn this, so he could only deal with it sloppily.

On the stone table, there was a cup of Jiuhanxin's soul.

It can fully awaken the most yin energy of Jiutianyou in his sword body, and melt the soft remnant lines around the fingers many years ago.

The ice-cold soul was originally as clear as a fine wine, but Chu Lan took out a jar and really added peach blossom wine into it.

He has wanted to drink for many years.

Once the wine jar is opened, one can imagine the clear aroma of the wine.

Yao Ling is proficient in spiritual objects, but has never tempered a magic weapon like this.At that time, Yao Ling's hands were shaking when writing the prescription, and he said to him in a hoarse voice: "Once the casting is started, there is no turning back."

Sword Spirit only said yes.

It never occurred to him to look back.

A full moon outside the cave is just the reunion in the world.

Xishan sank in silence and tranquility.

Chu Lan drank the jade cup in one gulp.

Later, when Ling Huazong was on the verge of danger, Seventeen knocked on the door with a copper bell, and he activated the third toon tree.

He called Xie Cangshan back.

In the dark, the sword spirit had already guessed the identity of this wooden puppet. From the first sight, his spirit body seemed to be naturally close to him, but he failed to recognize it.

After all, he also learned the self-deception of the human race, being happy and sad at the same time.

Chu Lanyin did not regret the previous decision, but regretted the separation again.

He is no longer a sword.

But who knows that Xie Cangshan can't last long.

On the day when the Karma Qin was played in the barrier, all the truth can no longer be concealed.

Chu Lanyin was lying on Xie Cangshan's back, but at that moment, the joy in his heart overshadowed the dense confusion.

He thought: That's great, I can still fish you, this time, I can keep you.

half an hour ago.

Su Fu shattered more than a dozen boulders along the way, and was carried in front of the sword spirit by Xuankong.

He was bleeding all over, and when he woke up, the anger in his eyes almost spewed out, but he was deeply shocked by the spiritual energy fluctuations around the sword spirit.

Su Fu couldn't believe what he saw, and tremblingly said: "You...you..."

Chu Lan sat on the ground, and after the aura dissipated, she reached out to touch Xie Cangshan's original body that had been restored with the blood and flesh of the great demon.

He followed the ups and downs of Xie Cangshan's facial contours, from the brow bone to the high bridge of the nose, to the lips, and originally wanted to pinch his face.

But those lips were too attractive, Jian Ling didn't want to stop for a while, so he acted from his heart, bent down and kissed.

Moved down again, to listen to his heartbeat.

After listening quietly for a while, Chu Lanyin even closed her eyes.

There are too many scenes hidden in this heartbeat.

It is under the eaves in the middle of winter, and the snow is blowing like cotton.

It is the arrow of time, the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River.

He stuffed a picture stone from his sleeve into the front of Xie Cangshan, but after a few breaths, he took it out again and crushed it.

Then he stood up, flicked his sleeves and used the teleportation talisman to teleport Xie Cangshan away.

He was silent for a moment, the wind blew his sleeves, then turned around and strode towards Su Fu, chewing and swallowing the Renshan Wenxin Stone along the way.

At the moment when the Jianren mountain stone entered his body, the sword spirit read the questioning inscription that belonged to him.

There are only a few words, just "no regrets".

Su Fu was surprised to find that all his props had failed, and shouted sharply: "Sword Spirit, don't be impulsive!"

"Why am I impulsive?" Chu Lanyin held his jaw and pulled out the spirit thread from between his brows.

Since Taiyi once usurped the halo of the heavenly dao, although this one does not have that kind of ability, he must have taken good care of the gourd. It seems that Xie Shaofeng and other supporting actors in other worlds have secretly plundered some fragments of the halo.

It's just that he really deconstructed his spiritual thread, and there are so many halo fragments of others entangled in it, like a row of wind bells hanging under the eaves.

——This is the person the book walkers once trusted.

For example, Wu Xun, who was also entrusted with life and death, but if you can cut open Su Wu's chest, you can see his indifference.

Su Wu, who was born with seven emotions and six desires, faced the ruthless sword spirit.

Chu Lanyin narrowed her eyes, randomly pinched those spiritual threads, and condensed them into pieces the size of scales.

There are too many, in a blink of an eye he seems to be holding a palm full, just like the spirit stones in the bag he knocked on weekdays, it is radiant and delicious.

But Su Fu's whole body turned cold, the actions of the sword spirit in front of him were too terrifying.

The spirit stone was radiant, but in his opinion, it was no less than cutting out his flesh and blood and draining his blood.

Panting for breath, Su Fu survived the crazy torture, his thoughts changed sharply, and he guessed the cause and effect of it at random.

He tried his best to persuade: "Chu Lanyin, why do you have to make such a tragedy, you have a great opportunity, and you are already the spring of Taihui's spiritual power! You are a back door of the law, and you can even do everything I can't do. "

When speaking, Su Fu carefully stared at Jian Ling's indifferent face, trying to see a little shake from it.

Shaking is equal to breaking barriers, and there will still be room.

"As long as you want, I can swear an oath to heaven. I know how Taiyi was defeated. In today's Taiyi, a single thought can make thousands of fortunes." He has a keen mind and is really eloquent. He said firmly: " Don't you just want to thank Cangshan alive, I am willing to do my best to help you, and from now on you will be Taihui's new way of heaven!"

Chu Lanyin raised her lips and said, "Heavenly..."

Su Fu fixed his eyes firmly, but couldn't see anything.

The last glazed stone turned from spiritual silk was taken out, Su Fu felt a sharp pain in his soul, which cut off his words.

In the past, he absorbed halo fragments everywhere in order to strengthen his soul, but now they are all peeled off, and his spiritual power is out of balance. The transformed spiritual thread will destroy his soul.

Sword Spirit raised his hand to press Su Fu's neck.

He said softly: "I have become the way of heaven, and the Taihui is overthrown. Do you want me to watch a dead ball and play every day? There is nothing, the time sequence collapses, and you want to fulfill your selfishness. The weak will eat the strong, and the one who dies is mine." My family, I don't care about what you said, not to mention that there is no good in living a life of breaking the sky."

Su Fu's pupils shrank suddenly, but it was not enough to question loudly, so he could only exhale vainly: "You can't kill me, my soul is tied to Lian Fu's body, and if you kill me, you will be the last feather in the karma of your killing." !"

"I'm really tired of listening." Chu Lanyin said lightly: "Do you really think I'm afraid of this?"

"What are you going to do?!"

Chu Lanyin said with a sudden smile, "I'll kill you."

The sword spirit pressed down hard and broke his neck!

boom -

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and a strong wind suddenly rose!

A low-pitched sound came from the Longgu Snow Mountain, which stretched for thousands of miles.

Su Wu's soul was smashed together by the sword energy, and the fragments surged in the thunder and lightning.

Chu Lanyin looked towards the sky, and the bright blue electric light illuminated his eyes.

Heavy snow fell like cut snow-white cloth.

He is a sword.

Always fight hard.

He needs enough strength.

From yin to yang to softness to firmness, merits and virtues, halo fragments, the laws of the way of heaven.

There is no distinction between right and wrong in power, it is the user's heart that distinguishes right from wrong.

The fire in the Yin Pit scorched the sky, and the evil water and the fire of Nirvana struggled under it, seeming to be flowing slowly.

The fire lights up this endless night—

The happiness of Sword Spirit is enough to fill his whole life.

Then these three annoying pits should be filled.

Standing by the side of the pit, Chu Lan's pupils were gilded and fire-colored.

The heat wave blows the sleeves, and the bell is ringing.

He blinked, and suddenly said: "Xie Cangshan, I want to go back to Xishan."

He really believed Xie Cangshan's lie back then. He knew it was false, but he was willing to take it seriously.

After Xie Cangshan's death, Chu Lan had enough time to examine the past, like running water caressing a sharp edge.

He originally recorded a long passage in that photo stone, but after thinking about it, he felt hypocritical.

It's like the beginning of love, I glanced behind the flower branch, but I still don't care.

He wanted to say: Xie Cangshan, after you left, I also went to many places.

Walk across the beautiful mountains and rivers, and travel all over the spring and autumn.Ganzhou’s Peach Blossom Brewing, Devil’s Crossing River Wine; Shenlongguan’s Changfeng Baimo, Luoyangguan’s Brilliant Flowing Clouds.

Teahouses and restaurants, empty mangosteens, evening drums and morning bells.

I have also seen all the bustling places.

The old woman who handed me cakes on the road has turned green in front of the grave, and the swallows under the eaves and I heard the first cry of the newborn baby behind the window.

The seasons change, and life is endless.

The world is really different.

If you were among the common people, where would you be?

It was the scent of lotus in my sleeve when I swam across the south of the Yangtze River, or the snowflake that blew on my cheek when I rode across the snow field.

Or the sparrow in front of the gate of the ancient temple, or the carp in the cold pond?

Or was it the person who brushed shoulders with me on the eve of the New Year's Eve, when the fireworks were like a sea?

I can't see or tell the difference between this exquisite beauty and this world of mortals.

So thank you, Mr.

You live in the word of mouth story, written in the blank text.

Heavenly Dao Thunder Calamity is above.

I want to have regrets in my life, but I never have regrets.

The heart of the sword spirit, the sharp edge of autumn water, the sharp edge always moves forward, and will not retreat until death.

... If you are among the common people.

Chu Lanyin laughed again, transformed into her real body, and held her tightly.

The Lan Yin sword cast from the fire will return to the fire again.

He jumped down, and with the thousands of causal opportunities of Taihui, he plunged into this vast sea of ​​flames.

If you are among the common people.

Then I will do my best to protect this common people.

Because Taihui is really beautiful, because you also live here.

I only wish you joy and peace in the future.

In the direction of Shenlongguan, the golden fire absorbed all the evil water, and the shadows of the evil things evaporated in the fire.

The earthquake stopped, and the monks all looked in the direction of the demon world.

The infected monk felt the evil energy in his body disappear in the heat wave. Feng Wanbing was startled, and saw several Ling Huazong elders rubbing their waists and holding their heads beside them who were about to die. Died, still do not know what happened.

Song Xingbei rushed down the cliff and hugged Liu Yunshang tightly, while Liu Feng licked the wound on his body, meowed, and slammed into their arms, arched hard again, and cried: "He Meow, what's going on, I almost lost my old cat!"

The blue bird vibrates its wings, dissolving obstacles everywhere.

The ghost officials wept with joy, helping each other to catch the rest of the ghosts.

Tu Xiaochuang stretched out his hand, and snow fell on his palm.

The earth is gradually covered with soft white.

Li Pu'er felt something, suddenly shed tears, wanted to speak several times, but couldn't make a sentence.

Qiao Yan was already in rags during the fierce battle, with a few rags on his body, but he didn't realize it.

Looking at the south, he suddenly returned to the time when he joined the Linghua Sect and uttered the call after he changed his name from En Gong: "...Elder Chu."

The soldiers screamed in the heavy snow, and the dark sky was full of stars.

Sha Hongchen closed his eyes heavily, put his body together with Bai Chuan in his palm, touched the ground on one knee, and bowed in the direction of the Demon Realm.

They performed this ceremony silently, but it actually attracted all the monks present.

If the monks have a weapon in their hands, they will hold the weapon and perform the spirit clan ceremony, if they do not have a weapon, it will be a monk ceremony.

The wind and snow at Shenlongguan seemed to blow across Taihui in all directions.

In the Ningzhou Immortal Dao League, the young disciple in charge of guarding heard the sound from the direction of Jianfeng Lingzhou, and said to Mu Xin who was in charge of assisting in the liaison between various sects: "Senior sister, what's going on?"

Holding Missing Beauty in her hand, Mu Xin bowed down to the south together with Elder Su.

Too many people are asking "what's wrong", "did we survive", "is Taihui all right".

Afterwards, the crying and cheering of the survivors gradually sounded on the long street.

Mu Xin couldn't stop crying. The sword spirits never said that Gongsong went all the way. She sensed the thoughts of Simeiren, so she said on her behalf: "Congratulations to the soldier, I got my wish."

In the inn, Yao Ling held Zhu Dongfeng's basin by the window, and Lianfu was crying until the ghost officer came to take him to reincarnation.

They didn't notice that Xie Cangshan's eyebrows tightened on the couch behind him.

A fragment of the photo stone crushed by the sword spirit remained on his fingertips.

Along with the difficulty and harmony of his halo of heaven and order, and the embedding of the halo of Taihui, this fragment was also restored.

Xie Cangshan probably knew that he was in a dream.

He saw Sword Spirit sitting on the camphor box in his room, shaking his legs and smiling at him.

Outside the window, flowers are blowing like snow, and the sun is shining in the spring. Chu Lan wears a light blue inner shirt and a long dress in the color of the sea and sky, which is a popular style in the world that he once liked very much.

The hem of the flowing sleeves hangs down meanderingly, making him light and sharp without losing his sharpness, and his long hair is not combed neatly, as if he was playing crazy somewhere.

There was still some joy in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, and there was a tinkling sound.

Back then when the sword spirit got this silver ring, it was worn on the ankle. Few soldier spirits wear it here, because it is too easy to make noise, and it is not as convenient as wearing it on the wrist and arm.

What did Lan Yin say then?Xie Cangshan thought.

If the military master of the world wants to hide his aura, no one will be able to detect his approach.

He walked around him clumsily like a human, and said: so that every time you hear the bell, you will know that I am coming, and I only let you hear it.

On the wooden box, the sword spirit's expression should be joyful. He hugged a stack of books, as if waiting for him to read, and said: "I don't want to be so clichéd to chatter, but there are so many things I want to talk to you Say, is that just 'inevitable'?"

Sword Spirit seemed to be complaining to him about the content of a story book, and sighed: "Hey, look, I want to find a reference, but I don't like these farewell routines. They seem to be sensational, but they are actually boring. Quite counterintuitive.”

After a pause, he added, "I'll try to be as concise as possible, but you can't say I'm too wordy."

"You will definitely be able to live a good life. I am completely assured of this. Don't make my face hurt. In short, you should eat and drink. If you are in a bad mood, sleep more and don't work too hard. Well, I think this If you fail, then remember to take good care of your wounds."

"However, there shouldn't be any major crisis in Taihui in the future. I think you were too conscientious when you were selected in the past. It's time to take a break. I left you a share... What do you call it, travel guide? Anyway, those The places are good, you can also go for a walk, and I can taste a lot of food for me, but don't be fat like Liu Feng, or I won't recognize you!"

He knocked on the cover of the book in his arms, and said: "The classic plots in these books let you find another new love, what the hell! But let it go and find someone else you like, how is it possible." Sword Ling said solemnly, deliberately said with a straight face: "Xie Cangshan, if you dare to have another sword, I will be angry, very angry!"

After emphasizing it, he relaxed his shoulders, took out a small pendant from his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "I've always been undecided about what to give you, now I've decided."

He lowered his eyes, looked up again, held his breath and said, "This is for you, don't say you don't like it."

Xie Cangshan saw clearly what it was.

A radiant and exquisite dice, embedded with a pearl jade condensed by sword energy, is not a perfect circle, but looks like a little acacia beans, with long tassels underneath, which is a string of silver bells.

"Xie Cangshan, back then you said you were in Taihui, so I could easily find you." Chu Lanyin took his hand, put Linglong Dice in his palm and said, "I won't run around, I'll be by your side, where are you going? That's where I am." He closed his five fingers again, and said with a smile: "Xie Cangshan, I am happy with you."

The dream is broken here, and the petrified light of the photo is chased away one after another.

The exquisite dice placed in Xie Cangshan's hands smoothed out his majestic spiritual power, making it perfectly fit with his body.

Outside the window, the night is quiet, and the wind and snow are lingering.

Xie Cangshan walked out of the dream, and called silently: "Lan Yin."

He opened his eyes.

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