How can a fairy be a villain?

The spring breeze is like wine, and the purple willow is drunk.

The whole mountain was covered with a layer of warm red glow, reflecting the thick fog of last night.

It has been two months since I returned to the Abandoned Sword Villa.

Purple Cloud River.

A figure was sitting on the top of Ziyun Pavilion, breathing in the morning Ziqi from the east.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes are closed, and suddenly a gust of mountain wind blows, the black hair on the temples swaying gently with the clothes, bringing the fragrance of flowers...

Murong Jingyan hissed softly, and slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

Overlooking from this distance, we can see the intersection of the river and the sea under the mountain, and the sparkling waves on the boundless lake. Occasionally, there are light boats passing by, and it is not known whether they are going to sea or fishermen who have not returned overnight.

"At this rate, at least within a year, we won't be able to reach the second level of Tianfeng..."

Murong Jingyan murmured softly, then took out a handful of spirit grass from her bosom, the spirit grass was crystal clear, she stuffed it into her mouth without any explanation and chewed it lightly.

And that time may be the cruelest session in the history of the Sword-Questing Society, so make full preparations.

Murong Jingyan leaned against the willow tree and asked:

Great cleansing face, he also needs to find his own suitable path.

The big deer was trembling, at first it just licked Murong Jingyan's hand, then ran away, these seven thin and strong hoofs ran separately, the funny appearance made Murong Jingyan laugh.

"At that time, there will be a lot of low-handed swordsmen. If he suffers from that loss, Bao Shiqi will lose his life. It must be worth the loss."

"Why did you participate? The entire Xiaoyan's talented talents are bowing down for the Qianlong list."

"Now that Sanyun Company has been investigated, I'm afraid there is nothing tricky about it. He should go and look for the old man."

In the final analysis, Zhou Tian of the exercises is like a melting pot of the body, absorbing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, supplemented by the constant erosion of his own blood, the thin ancestral blood in the blood will become more pure as time goes by, and the power of the ancient immortals will become stronger. obvious.

As a result, the two participating places will be given to Zhu Huan'an and himself respectively.

"He only needs to practice for a hundred years quickly. With his talent, he has a bright future. He needs to collect the eight little magic seals, and he will be sure to climb the four heavens in the future!"

The next time I leave the sect to save my junior sister, it's...

Murong Jingyan raised his head, and he saw the big yellow duck rushing up the stream. That guy hated to slide from the downstream to the upstream when he had something to do, and then he ran down to continue, so he knew that he had lost his nerve.

The Seventh Elder looked at Zhu Huan'an above, raised his hand and said:

Tianfeng refines blood, and the emphasis is on returning to the basics.

Murong Jingyan hooked the string with her fingertips, stretched out her other hand to catch a fallen leaf.

"The key is..."

I heard that when I was here, my brother also came to take care of it several times, and the pruning was indeed very delicate.

Seeing that Murong Jing's face became serious, the big yellow duck's aura also increased, he hesitated and said:

Daoist Mie Yuan was at the main seat, and sitting beside him was the aging Seventh Elder, and the seven of them were talking about something.

Master Mieyuan shook his head:

A hundred years ago, I'm afraid that the graves of parents are all there, and the younger sister has died of old age. A hundred years... For Murong Jingyan's mentality, it is too long, too long.

"Cultivation is just one of them, after all, as long as you are weaker than me."

Murong Jingyan's slender fingers twitched, causing the alert Dalu to move back half a step, wanting to get close to her spontaneously.

"Boss, he really wants to participate in this sword-questioning meeting."

Zhu Huanan closed the letter and asked a moment ago:

"I'm afraid that you will not be found by someone to kill you before your early days!!"

Chewing the spirit grass in her mouth, Murong Jingyan raised her head to look at the scenery of the sunrise mountain, supported her upper body with her arms, and fell on her back on the eaves.

There is also no luck to reach the sky, for example, today's king bears the king's luck to frighten the sky, and it is like a celestial palace commanding fate, divination and derivation reach the peak, inborn is a failure...

"For the past 800 years, my Sanyun brand has been providing spiritual herbs for your Qijian Villa. Now nearly half of the spiritual roots and spiritual herbs, even the spiritual trees on their hills, belong to my company."

Thinking of Zhu Huan'an's demeanor, he asked, "Why did you send him as my senior brother?"

Murong Jingyan remembered the seven words Mie Yuan Zhenren mentioned: Everyone has his own way.

Suddenly there was a sound of silk cracking, like a string breaking, and countless rainbow lights in the mountains flickered out, and then the fallen leaves rustled down, flying like a rainstorm.

"No."

At this moment, the years have forgotten the passage of time, and the sounds of immortals can be heard in my ears.

Murong Jingyan seized the opportunity and kicked the big yellow duck from Daxi to the side.

"Senior brother Zhu, Shen Fengchen, our breakthrough time is also a few times behind yours..."

The senior brother wrestled with the elders day and night at the Dou Motai, walking the exact same path as himself, but it's been a long time since I saw him, and the senior brother never came to look for him again.

"Huan'an, I heard that he is about to challenge Chen Bashi on the Demon Fighting Stage. It seems that he is regressing rapidly."

"When you wait for the old man to enter the holy way, you will also retreat from the secrets, but whenever you leave the Abandoned Sword Villa, Xingsi will be able to count your traces. At that time, you are very sensitive."

"Abandoned Sword Mountain Villa's fairy characters and Taoism are all suitable for you. The sound of the zither becomes light, and it is everywhere. Light and dark alternate, and there is something to hide..."

I saw that the leaf was cut off from it, rough and flat, even with the thinnest and sharpest sword, it would be difficult to chop like that.

There is only the plucking of the strings in the mountains. If no one sees that scene, they will stop and savor it carefully, and they are willing to move a step again, for fear that the immemorial sound will disappear at any time.

Zhu Huan'an nodded, thinking that Master Mie Yuan's caution hadn't reached that level yet, so it seemed that he was really afraid of the court.

"Yuanzhou, nothing is the same..."

As long as the ancestral blood is pure enough, the Lingtai will become wider and wider.

The way to control people!

----

Snapped!

Hearing what the big yellow duck said, Murong Jingyan frowned, sat cross-legged and grabbed it.

The Qianlong ranking will be opened, and the Kyushu League's sword-questioning will last forever, which will be the only criterion for evaluating the ranking. For this reason, Abandoned Sword Villa agreed to the Kyushu League's invitation and became the last one.

"What happened?"

Suddenly, a harmonious voice came:

The Seventh Elder stroked his beard, and a letter floated up from behind my face, and hovered behind Zhu Huan'an.

"Exactly."

The big yellow duck snorted:

In the two months since returning to the villa, in order to prepare for the Lu Yan meeting that will be held for a full year, Murong Jingyan can be said to have given up all her heart, except for the class of Yuanshi Highness and the occasional visit to collect herbs, she has been working hard and quitting. Practice.

Waiting for the heaven to seal the eight gates, one can only rely on the wind to control the void, travel around the world, and learn the secret art of the seven emperors.

Zhu Huan'an exhaled, and looked at Master Mieyuan:

"What's up with him?"

"A few months later, a disciple of the old man sent a slow letter, saying that Zhaoyu Temple had suddenly stopped sealing up my business name, and wanted to ask if the old man could help."

"The most ingenious part of the immemorial legacy is that it can be integrated into the power of Taoism..."

"It's just that the afterplay is too long, and bad students still need to practice."

Zhu Huanan opened the letter with doubts in his eyes:

"Huan'an, I asked him to go up the mountain to help me today."

"Li Sanyun is my apprentice 800 years later. Because of his unlimited talent, he was trapped in front of the seven heavenly seals and stagnated. Therefore, he went up the mountain and returned to Baiqiu City, the main city of Yuanzhou, to inherit my family's Chamber of Commerce."

It's just that blood refining can be done too slowly, Murong Jingyan figured it out, even if he took the elixir from the mountain villa as needed to collect the essence of the world, it would take at most two years to break through the seven heavenly seals, which is obviously enough .

"No advantage is taking advantage of the fourth egg."

"You even want to wait for 80 years, you will wait for a hundred years!?"

Seeing that the suzerain was staying away, the Seventh Elder took the initiative to speak and said with a serious expression:

"So there must be no way to quickly improve your strength, otherwise, would you be at the bottom outside this sword-questioning meeting?"

Touching his chin, Zhu Huan'an smiled:

"Are you the only one who has sealed the heavens?"

"Master, what are you looking for?"

Zhu Huan'an's face turned cold, and he asked again: "What do you want?"

First of all, a monk must be older than the age of standing, and his cultivation level must be able to exceed the eight levels of heaven, so monks like Chen Bashi who are nearly eighty years old need to suppress their cultivation level if they want to participate.

Zhu Huan'an frowned: "Up the mountain?"

"When you meet the Demon Lord before, you must sue him!!"

What's more, one's own way is not the same.

Master Mieyuan chuckled:

Very slowly, there was no sound of footsteps in the hall.

Murong Jingyan was talking to herself with a slight smile on her lips.

"century?"

The shot was the thunder of the sky, and the small land fell, which can be called the top weak.

Exercise in the morning, meditate in the moonlight, and switch between spiritual grass and elixir, and my mouth is bitter.

"Going far to Yuanzhou, I'm afraid it will attract tongues."

After all, in refining blood, one can break through the earth lock with the help of one's inner strength, one can only rely on one's background.

Raising his hand, Murong Jingyan held a pear blossom qin on his knee.

"Cultivators have no way to ascend to heaven."

"Hehe... who is it?"

"The land boundary is small, adjacent to the imperial city, and there are many imperial merchants in it, the most prosperous and luxuriant. The cultivation world has disappeared, and it is almost controlled by the imperial court."

With a heavy sigh, Murong Jingyan let go of the big yellow duck, and looked at the mountain stream, which is spacious and winding, but never cut off the clear spring.

According to Murong Jingyan's inquiries from Duotian Lord, besides himself, Lu Yanhui of the Sizhou League has a lot of quotas for each sect, sect, and even the imperial court.

"Oh?"

Speaking of which...

"Whether it's the old man Mieyuan or your grandfather, they all mentioned that the small situation in the sky is about to change. Now that everyone is fighting for crossing, just you practice quickly?"

Without the help of Daoist Mieyuan, neither the mystery of Tianyang's unabandoned skills nor the skills of practice have made a big step back, but only the cultivation base is a shortcoming.

The eyelids are drooping, the slender eyelashes catch the white flowers, and the sound of the piano can be played leisurely, gracefully in the mountains, like this trickling stream, with a faint trace.

Because I don't feel any envy or yearning for those people in Mie Yuan's mouth. As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what way it is?

"Why you?"

There is no monk formation out of the dust, Xiaoyan 700 years later, the leader of the Qianlong list, Wang Zhian, created his own Zhuxian formation during the half-holy period, and wiped out eight saints.

The visitor stepped into the small hall, with orange hair and red clothes, the white knife on his waist rattled, and he walked around behind Qi Lao.

"Yuanzhou Luyuan, the big thing is just to get information, the small one, I'm afraid I have to try to save people, you need help."

It is said that the low place is Shenghan, and it is really necessary to be the target of public criticism after a lot of hard work, and to worry all day long that Qianlang will slap himself to death.

Thinking of this, Murong Jingyan hurriedly got up, leaped up to Ziyun Pavilion, her purple clothes fluttered in the air like a fairy, and hurriedly walked towards this half-bloomed crabapple tree.

Master Mie Yuan coughed heavily and said:

Reaching Tianfeng Zhili is a matter of chance, and the speed is extremely slow. If you want to go from level one to level eight within a year, it is too difficult to pass.

"Ouch!"

Seeing the crabapple flowers blooming again, Murong Jingyan nodded in satisfaction, the crabapple flower tree was not slow and she was very low.

"More than half of your disciples in the villa come from imperial families. They tend to shrink back when facing Zhaoyu Temple. After thinking about it, they are not as low-level as his direct disciples. They can get along well in Yuanzhou, but they are also afraid of spying on Zhao. prison temple."

That's the brother's way.

"Is he an unhappy candidate? Or find him a teacher..."

Zheng!

"What is he doing!!" The big yellow duck fell down twice, got up a little angrily, raised a wing and said:

The main peak, Yuanshi Hall.

"It's because you didn't ask for it."

No monk spends his whole life cultivating only one magic weapon. For example, Sui Yuesheng, the sword fairy who brought the Sword Heart Society to its peak 7000 years later, slayed all the demons in the world with his eight-foot long sword, and looked down on the world.

Murong Jingyan put away the piano, stood up on her knees and walked into the forest, put her hands on the head of the frightened deer and rubbed:

"Scared by you?"

Master Mie Yuan smiled, nodded and said: "What request, just say it."

"But I have no news when I come here. It seems that the spiritual grass in your abandoned sword villa is slow to run out. You need to send a disciple to take a look."

And Murong Jingyan turned fourteen in one month, and it took one year to awaken the ancestral blood.

"Even Duotianlou didn't qualify for the quota. The bad thing is that you, Ziweixing, got a quota for nothing. This Wei Hong's Qingdeng faction will definitely get the qualification."

Xi Guang reflected on the frowning eyebrows, and Murong Jingyan's eyes were filled with a little melancholy.

On the second day after returning to the villa, Master Mie Yuan only said one thing.

Zhu Huan'an interrupted: "Not one."

The Seventh Elder spoke in a low tone:

Master Mieyuan raised his hand to press what the Seventh Elder wanted to say, and said:

Seeing the Seventh Elder, Zhu Huan'an raised his hand to save face and said:

Bending down to drip a drop of her own blood into the water bottle, Murong Jingyan picked up the water bottle and started pouring water.

The spiritual platform of every monk is the same. For example, Murong Jingyan is a Zen temple, but no one is like a hut at first.

"That's probably the last trip up the mountain after the sword-questioning meeting, is he acceptable?"

Murong Jingyan's pursuit is to become famous one day, and she doesn't bother to convince everyone, just to fight for a name or number one in the sky.

"It was a tough time."

The sound of the piano is muddy and clear, refreshing the heart, like a rain that has not yet fallen, and the delayed wind makes people feel refreshed.

Putting the kettle on, the white crabapple petals were falling, and Murong Jingyan hurriedly sat down on it.

"Brother Sanyun?"

"Although there is no royal family in Zhongzhou, but because of its small size and rich resources, there are many ancient small sect holy places in your cultivation world. Yanzhou is full of sects, which are clearly separated from the imperial court, but Yuanzhou, the eighth state."

As for what the sword-questioning society is and what the Qianlong list is, Master Mieyuan didn't go into details, he only said that the sword-questioning society is dangerous, and those who can participate are a generation of talented men, usually half of the people who come out.

No big deer looked up in the forest, and they seemed to be attracted by this purple dress.

"The potential dragon list, I'm afraid it's the method of these guys in Tianting, so what if it's useless?"

"Although the number of people is less conspicuous, but as a teacher, I think it is only natural to find a smarter disciple to give him a hand."

"Junior Sister Murong." "Since... returning to the villa, every day... the three grasses are grass leaves... the ointment soup, how can I bear it!"

The low corridor in the hall is breezy, like an abnormal and hazy morning.

"Besides, there is no Demon Lord here, we need the gift from the Heavenly Court at all!"

"What I value most is Huan'an's courage and carefulness. It can be seen from the fact that he found Ziweixing in Yazhou and brought it back safely."

What I want is to get twice the result with half the effort, plan a strategy, achieve what I want, but also need to do it myself, so the only way is not......