After the rebirth, the old enemy helps me clean up

In the past, among Buming Pavilion disciples or outsiders, there were often lost people.

When the former pavilion master He Wenzi was alive, he would order his disciples to release some guiding paper cranes from time to time to guide the new disciples who lost their way or the disciples who have been fooled for a long time.

Perhaps Xie Jing still inherited the old customs after becoming the pavilion master, and occasionally a guiding paper crane may appear in various places in the pavilion.

The origami crane that landed in Lu Chengyang's room took him to wash and eat, and finally led him to the Mansion of the Lord Mo Lin.

The main mansion, surrounded by other courtyards scattered from east to west, north and south, is a four-storey attic, and it was also the original Molin Mansion.

The leading paper crane pierced through the barrier at the door, but Lu Chengyang hesitated for a while before following the paper crane into the main mansion.

The paper crane fluttered its fragile wings and led him all the way to the top.

Lu Chengyang just arrived at the door, and only saw a corner of the screen with Mo Lin painted on it, and heard a voice saying: "Come in."

It was Xie Jing's voice.

The leading paper crane trembled again, and then turned into tiny dots of light to show that its mission was over.

It turned out to be the paper crane released by Xie Jing.

But since he could be lured into the main mansion, who would it be if it wasn't Xie Jing?

Before Lu Chengyang entered the room, he stopped walking.

I saw that in this pavilion, there is actually a carved stone carpet that is exactly the same as that in the discussion pavilion of Qiankun Palace, which has never been seen before.

The word "intentional" is now written in large letters on it.

"This stone carpet is a gift from Yushantang. Walking on it once a day can dredge the acupuncture points on the feet and benefit the body and mind."

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Xie Jing's voice came slowly from behind the screen.

Lu Chengyang paid homage to the eighteen generations of Pei Miaomiao's ancestors in his heart, and begged them to leave the child with a whole body, and then stretched his feet across the carved stone carpet.

He stepped on it step by step with difficulty, the stone carpet remained unmoved, just like an ordinary blanket.

Shi Shang's spiritual energy passed through the soles of the boots and hit several acupoints, which really answered the health-preserving theory.

"Comfortable?"

Xie Jing asked behind the screen.

"Huh?" Lu Chengyang thought his ears were broken.

Xie Jing on the other side suddenly said again: "How long are you going to pretend?"

Lu Chengyang's heart skipped a beat.

How can this be seen?Can you see this?

"Pei Miaomiao."

Hearing Xie Jing call out Pei Miaomiao's name again, Lu Chengyang finally calmed down, then he just scratched his face and said, "Pavilion, Pavilion Master, my disciple's brain is not very good, I don't know what you are talking about."

"The deity has already examined it personally, you are just a little frightened." Xie Jing said, "There should be no serious problem with your mind."

Lu Chengyang answered: "The pavilion master has a good diagnosis and treatment, and this disciple feels much more awake now."

Xie Jing said solemnly again: "The panaceas prescribed are mainly for strengthening the body."

Lu Chengyang replied: "This disciple is timid. I was scared out of my wits last time. I guess it will take some time to recover."

"So, is it still not cured?" Xie Jing paused, as if lost in thought.

Before Lu Chengyang could reply, Xie Jing said something astonishing: "I also know a way to treat this kind of symptoms, which is to respond to the thunder from Northern Zhou Mountain when the stinging sting occurs."

Northern Zhoushan Tianlei, the living cannot be hit, and [-]% of them will become dead.

But there is also a saying that if you get through it, you will be able to open your eyes and open your eyes.

Since ancient times, people who have tried it have basically never seen it, and they don't know how that [-]% came from.

Although there was a distance, Lu Chengyang shrank back unconsciously, showing fear: "The Pavilion Master said, are you serious?"

After a brief silence, Xie Jing said: "Pei Miaomiao, do you know your mistake?"

"Sober-minded, but pretending to be crazy and foolish, violated the fifth rule of the school, sincere and trustworthy." Xie Jing closed the scroll in his hand with a "snap", "According to the law of the court, a small punishment."

"From now on, clean the upper and lower floors of this building every day."

Lu Chengyang couldn't figure out what kind of muscle Xie Jing had.

What exactly is this trying to do to Pei Miaomiao?

He was puzzled for a moment, and almost swallowed the words in his mind, "Pavilion Master, don't you check the dragon's blood?"

Xie Jing changed and became a little scary.

Although Lu Chengyang had discovered a long time ago that this promising disciple in the eyes of his master and an outstanding student in the eyes of his peers actually had a somewhat weird temperament, but he still couldn't help being surprised.

In the past, he managed to get this person to pay attention and each sentence exceeded three words, but because he accidentally broke a cup that this person used to, he put his hot face on his cold ass for a whole month.

What's worse, because of Lu Chengyang's inexplicable persistence, Xie Jing lost his temper and threw his set of lotus cups in front of him, making him speechless for an instant.

Fortunately, his master Qin Yunzi always had the habit of copying various things in the pavilion on the eve of his travels.

As big as a bamboo forest attic, as small as a chessboard cup, everything that arouses Qin Yunzi's sentimental heart will be copied on paper scrolls and painted into paintings.If Qin Yunzi came back from his travels and saw some changes in those things, he would frame the original appearance of those things and hang them in his bedroom.

The result is that when Buming Pavilion cleans up the garbage at the end of the year, there are always many more paintings.

There is a picture of a lotus cup painted by Qin Yunzi in the Buming Pavilion, which is the cup used by Xie Jing.

Back then, Qin Yunzi somehow got admiration of the pure and noble beauty of the lotus flower on a cup, and then brought it to the high mountain to look up to, just bowing to Qingfen Yunyun.

In the end, Lu Chengyang stayed in the porcelain kiln for a long time according to that painting, and there was a long queue of crooked melons and cracked dates cups, and finally got a few eye-catching ones.

Then he hid one of them in his bosom, and pestered Xie Jing after morning training, stubbornly wanting to hear a decent "I forgive you".

However, it was impossible for Xie Jing to utter these words at that time.

Now—even more impossible.

Fortunately, this guy finally accepted a set of porcelain cups that were still not pretty, and Lu Chengyang took it as his acquiescing "I forgive you".

At least when thinking about this matter later, Lu Chengyang felt that this matter was really too small, why would he ask for forgiveness for such a precious and important matter?

After a long silence, Xie Jing asked, "What? Any objections?"

Lu Chengyang opened his mouth and said: "Don't dare, dare not, what the pavilion master said is true. Disciple knows his mistake, he will definitely clean the inside and outside of this pavilion every day, up and down."

Then he asked cautiously: "Then Pavilion Master, can this disciple go?"

Xie Jing replied: "Yes."

What Lu Chengyang didn't know was that the corners of Xie Jing's lips, who seemed to be sitting upright behind the screen, twitched slightly.

Lu Chengyang stepped out of the pavilion door and was blown by the wind, only then did he feel the cold sweat dripping from his clenched hands.

"..."

With a sigh of "promise" in his heart, Lu Chengyang casually glanced at the Lord Mo Lin's mansion again, estimating his daily workload in the future.

Taking into account the food and treatment, this job is not bad.

Lu Chengyang's leisurely interest returned, but he had just stepped out of the Molin Mansion's mansion with his front feet, when a gust of cool wind clung to his back.

At the same time, countless paper cranes flew to the floor where Xie Jing was, as if going to a market.

Running too slowly, it hit the top of Lu Chengyang's head, and fell down listlessly.

Lu Chengyang exerted a bit of spiritual power to go over, and the paper crane revived and spread out.

"Pavilion Master, the sword soul has escaped."

The chilly wind just now suddenly drew closer, so close that it seemed to be breathing slightly towards Lu Chengyang.

Lu Chengyang took a long step back sideways, only to see the sword soul appearing in front of him again.

It's just that the sword soul is still very faint, as faint as a wisp of incomparable shadow, which may disappear at any time.

Sword Soul is like a dog chasing after him, staring at him.

It seems that the sword soul has been chasing him from the beginning to the end.

Is it because Pei Miaomiao encountered this thing that night, or——

Sword Soul turned a direction freely, and stabbed him straight.

Lu Chengyang dodging left and right was not an option, so he stomped and ran upstairs again.

The sword soul also followed him upstairs, but as if it knew his destination, it ran straight to the top of the pavilion, but a frost coat flashed out, cutting off its path.

Sword Soul didn't seem to be "aware" of such a big obstacle, and immediately circled around again, stabbing towards the roof of the pavilion from the side.

In Molin Mansion Lord's Mansion, the room where the pavilion master resides, a hole was smashed out of the top of the pavilion.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

Xie Jing can't bear it.

"presumptuous."

He frowned slightly, but his tone was still very calm.

Immediately, the Jiheng sword was summoned, and the sword soul was cut into countless fragments, and Jiheng instantly transformed into hundreds of sword bodies, which were fixed on the fragments of the sword soul.

Lu Chengyang glanced at the fragments of the sword soul, his little heart was pounding.

He always felt that if he didn't pay attention, he would be the one who was chopped into pieces at this time.

But he still couldn't help sighing at the speed of Zeqing Immortal Venerable.

Perseverance is the sword that He Wenzi, the master of the Buming Pavilion, took him to find when Xie Jing formed the alchemy. Not long after this sword was formed, various immortals commented that it can kill thousands of ghosts and smash ten thousand swords. soul.

Because compared to the octagonal fan's reputation as an ancient artifact, and the fact that the octagonal fan itself can be used as a sword, persistence seems a little inferior in Xie Jing's hands.

However, this does not mean that the power of this sword can be underestimated, especially in the hands of Xie Jing whose spiritual power has entered an unknown level, and it can even transform itself into countless phantom bodies.

For example, right now, that sword soul was instantly torn into pieces.

Probably because the soul of the sword itself was still an important clue, Xie Jing recalled the persistence again, sealed the soul of the sword with a device lock, and directly restrained it in his bedroom.

Lu Chengyang wondered what kind of sword this sword spirit was, and kept chasing him, while raising his eyes to look at Xie Jing's expression.

Although he had formed alchemy successively with Xie Jing in his previous life, but because he cultivated completely different minds, he didn't have a sword, so there was no such thing as his own sword coming to find its master.

Xie Jing stared at the lock for a while, but said nothing for a while, thinking about the original owner of the sword soul.

He suddenly thought of something, and said, "Pei Miaomiao."

Unexpectedly, Lu Chengyang also thought of something, and said, "Pavilion Master."

The two voices collided, and Lu Chengyang fell silent for an instant.

Xie Jing slowly said: "This sword soul has the most spiritual power on the night of the full moon, and it lives by the moonlight."

"The dead and wounded are all women, and the sword soul itself is very dark."

"The talisman is useless, the sword is not evil."

"This sword is—"

"lunar."

He guessed it sentence by sentence, as if talking to Lu Chengyang through Pei Miaomiao's shell, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

And that's what Lu Chengyang thought.

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