The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

I do not know how long it has been.

Qingliu Dalang coughed twice, and smiled awkwardly: "This past is not very glorious, and I owe you a lot."

To this day, Lingran still hasn't fully adapted to Qingliu Dalang's way of speaking, but tonight he finally understood the past thousands of years ago.

According to them, he was supposed to be the most precious treasure in the Mietian Realm, and his prototype was a sword, but somehow he gave birth to a sword spirit.

Thinking sadly, coupled with my current status as a monk, I have gone through three lifetimes, but it turned out to be a frightening sword!

Then the fate fell on my young master, what should I do?Could it be that he sacrificed his body to the Heavenly Pillar like he did thousands of years ago?

Lingran couldn't accept that his character design was so great, and he was willing to commit suicide for the sake of the common people!

A great hero sacrifices his life for his country.

Oh no, he sacrificed his life for the destruction of the heavens.

He couldn't help but frowned again, looking at Qingliu Dalang with a slight hesitation in his eyes. "Comrade Dalang, according to what you said, Master's mission is to take care of me, so what is your destiny?"

...Could it also have something to do with my young master?Lingran beat a small drum in her heart.But don't one or two treat my young master like an eyeball, talking about protecting me, but the actual effect is not flattering.

At the time of destroying the Heaven Realm, Qingliu Dalang and his twelve Jiange brothers patronized the fight, but in the end he was captured by Long Aotian.

At the critical moment, they were all impotent.

I have to rely on my grandfather to save myself.

Aoyagi Dalang didn't answer, and smiled slightly.Those dark golden eyes became darker and darker.He smiled at Lingran and nodded.

Lingran only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, as if he saw the black dragon flying in the abyss with scales and claws flying into the air, fished him out, and held him firmly under the claws.

He struggled to survive, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked without any hope, "So you are as right as the master?"

"Of course not!" Qingliu Dalang categorically vetoed it. "My destiny is to find you and bring you back to Longxu. In this way, I can inherit the status of the royal family and have a name in the genealogy."

It took a long time, just to hang a name!The rules of the Dragon Ruins are too big.

Lingran was happy and cold at the same time.

"What if I can't find it, or I don't want to go back with you?"

"How could it be?!" Qingliu Dalang was shocked. "Honey, of course you want to go back to the Dragon Market."

Ah!Bandit logic.

Spiritually lost.

The sad Lingran didn't want to talk to Qingliu Dalang.

Xu Shi saw impatience from Lingran's cold eyes, Qingliu Dalang coughed twice, and asked tentatively, "Baby, don't you want to go to Longxu?"

nonsense!Who knows where the hell is that place?

Lingran didn't bother to answer, and pushed the door with her hands, but Caimen remained motionless.He secretly channeled power in his palms, separated his feet in a figure-of-sight step, sank into his dantian, let out a "ha", and then suddenly turned his hands over the cloud and pushed forward.

Boom!

The whole house trembled.

It turned out that the spiritual power emitted by Lingran collided with the restriction of Qingliu Dalang's locked door, like two air currents circling in the sky, resulting in a strong collision.

Qingliu Dalang raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and was about to walk over, teasing him with a low smile, "Honey, you have a really big temper..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a crash, the clouds above Dong'an Temple gathered, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, splitting the ridge of the east wing straight, and hitting Qingliu Dalang's head.

He didn't notice for a moment, and fell to the ground with a slap.

When Lingran looked back again, the smoky gray blouse slowly fell to the ground, and there was a rustling sound from under the blouse, something alive was shaking.

Lingran gained experience this time, walked over familiarly, bared her teeth and let out a sneer. "If you dare to strike thunder, you will turn into a snake!"

After he finished laughing, he kicked the smock on the green brick floor with his bare feet.

Smooth big toes, light pink nails, the color looks good on the smoky gray blouse.Like a peach blossom blooming on the old rice paper.

"Let you tease my master!" Lingran cleverly hooked the black snake with his toes, and seeing the snake with its head drooping and self-closing, his heart became more and more happy.

"Oh, Comrade Dalang, do you know now?"

"You will be struck by lightning if you flirt with the young master!"

With a sound of Biu, a white light popped out from Lingran's fingertips.

In the white light is the soft whip made for him by the twelve senior brothers.

Lingran flicked the whip, Yin. smiled and stepped on the little black snake.

The black snake didn't move at all, and after a while, it suddenly snaked up his ankles quickly, crawled up his calf and stopped moving.The snake's head was next to his calf, which was cool and slippery.

The whip in Lingran's hand fell, if it fell to the real point, even his own calf would be crippled.

Lingran was furious, and took the whip to break the black snake.Unexpectedly, the snake became more and more tightly entangled, it was clearly only as thick as a little finger, but its body stretched to extremely long in an instant.From Lingran's ankle to the inner thigh, it is indescribable.

"Hiss—" Lingran took a breath.

Through the cloth, the black snake twisted into a winding vine shape.

Licked him.

"Master, I will destroy you!" Lingran threw down the whip, bent over and pulled off her belt, and began to fight that shameless snake.

Clothes were thrown on the ground in a mess, and the dark room was illuminated by streaks of white electricity.There is a snake hovering on the spiritual honey-colored skin, and the peach blossoms are still glowing at the end of the eyes.

"Huh! Huh—" Lingran was panting.

A foot away, there was a row of spirits standing crowded together at the threshold, all poking their heads with bewildered faces.

"This little monk..." Liu Shujing hesitated to speak.

"I'm afraid I've held it in for too long." Pine Tree was sad.

"That, that snake," Xiao Qiniang twisted the handkerchief into a twist. "Ouch, I am ashamed to death!"

The big belly monster felt that he couldn't get in the conversation, so he had to look up at the sky.

The east wing was split open by lightning, so at this moment Lingran was exposed under the mat, and his behavior was very suspicious.

"... Why is the monk so masculine?" Several ghosts looked at each other, and finally spread the news silently.

On the second day, when Lingran walked out of Dong'an Temple with a tired face, he saw the three-embracing pine tree at the door, lifting its roots and running forward desperately.

"Hey, Old Song!" Lingran called out from behind.

The pine tree trembled, and its branches and leaves trembled like a wobble.

Then... he ran away with his roots in his hands.

Lingran patted the back of her head and looked up at the sky.After a night of torrential rain and lightning, today's sky is particularly bright.A few wisps of cloud slowly floated over from the east.

Spring is like a thread.

"What's the matter?" Lingran wondered.

"Hey, monk!" Xiao Qiniang stood timidly at the gravel intersection outside Dong'an Temple.When Lingran approached, she reminded him in a low voice. "If you go to work in the prince's mansion, you have to change your appearance."

Lingran smiled. "Isn't this going to borrow a hair!"

Xiao Qiniang took a step back, her face pale. "I can't borrow my slave's hair!"

"I won't borrow it from you." Lingran smiled. "I wanted to find a willow tree for a branch and leaf, but I woke up this morning and couldn't find any of them."

"They, they don't like men." Xiao Qiniang said in a very low voice.

Lingran: ...? !

"The prince also hates broken sleeves."

Lingran: ...? ! !

"So you, monk, do it yourself."

After saying this, Xiao Qiniang also ran away.The last glance before leaving, the eyes are infinitely sad.

It's a pity that the painting of the slave family!Xiao Qiniang secretly thought.

What do you call doing it yourself?Young master, I don't like masculinity either! ...No, Xiao Qiniang, come back!

Under the rising sun, Lingran was so angry that he was smoking, and his bare forehead shone brightly.

After a night of fierce fighting, the snake disappeared again.Not even a pile of ashes remained.

"Hiss, hiss hiss!" Ling Ran was so angry that he spoke snake language.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Qiniang: Monk, you seem to be Jian!

Su Shisan: ...? !

Brothers of Jiange: Thirteen, we only care about whether you lost your body or not.