Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Shui Wufeng, who was watching from the side, changed his expression, and hurriedly swam towards the head of the sect who would only thrash when he fell into the water.

Xianxiu was so frightened that he clasped his long hands tightly as he approached, and his head submerged in the water struggled to come out and pressed on his shoulder, panting heavily.

Shui Wufeng breathed a sigh of relief, smelling the medicinal fragrance of water vapor in the wet hair of the person in his arms, the demonic nature that had been active all the time because of the spiritual spring became frenzied, biting his mind and looking for a gap in his will .

Xianxiu hugged the skinny young man in fear, but found that he didn't swim to the shore. He felt a little weak in his heart, and begged softly as if he had changed: "Twelve...I'm really afraid of water, can you let me go up?" Okay? Don't make trouble..."

The boy still just hugged him and floated in the middle of the pool, Feng Yangye's body began to tremble slightly, his eyes filled with distrust: "Twelve...don't make trouble..."

Shui Wufeng recovered his senses and narrowed his eyes, suppressing the bloody thoughts in his head that were induced by the demon nature, and hugged the body of the person in his arms tightly, "Don't be afraid, I will take you ashore."

Xianxiu, who touched the land again, quickly let go of the boy's hand, climbed to the shore in a panic, bowed and trembling, the white clothes on his back were stained with blood from the torn wound, Shui Wufeng followed behind silently Looking at him, he frowned, and slowly approached, Feng Yangye turned his head to look at him, his slightly alienated and blank eyes made Chijiri's heart tighten, "...Master? "

Feng Yangye managed to recover, stared blankly at the person next to him for a while, raised his hand and flicked Shui Wufeng's forehead vigorously, "Are you trying to scare me to death? I almost thought you were planning to murder Dear teacher..."

"...It's my fault," Shui Wufeng grabbed the hand that was about to be taken away from his eyes and squeezed it tightly. He knew he was afraid of water, but he didn't expect to be so afraid.

"Where's the broken sword?" Feng Yangye regained his energy and turned his head to look around, staring at the ice blue long sword hiding behind a tree. The long sword seemed to know that he had committed a crime, and felt the eyes Turning the edge of the sword was about to run away, Feng Yangye got up together, the boy let go of his hands and his eyes were still on him.

"Do you still dare to run? Do you know that you have already recognized the master? If I die, you will die too. How dare you play tricks?" Feng Yang walked over wildly and grabbed the long sword, and took the fire again Next to him, he took out two wild rabbits that had been caught and skinned early in the morning from the Qiankun bag, and were to be strung on the long sword.

An ancient magic weapon of water attribute, the master is afraid of water like that, and even wants to use it to roast rabbits... The long sword was so sad that he moved the tip of the sword resistingly, and put on his clothes. The boy came over and grabbed the sword in Xianxiu's hand, "Master, let me bake it for you."

Feng Yangye hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyebrows to threaten Changjian: "Don't bully my family's twelfth...or I will send you to fetch swill, do you hear me?"

After he finished speaking, the long sword trembled visibly, and the headmaster nodded in satisfaction, deeply feeling that he was still good at taming the sword, and the magic weapon with spiritual consciousness still had to be bluffed to be obedient.

Shui Wufeng looked at his smug look, and with a smile in his eyes, he let go of some fingers, the long sword stopped trembling, no longer resisting his identity as a barbecue stick, and obediently was held in his hand to roast the rabbit.

Speaking of which...it's clearly the fault of the scabbard...Why is it always my cute little sword that is responsible?The long sword that had been roasted for a while was turned inside sadly, and the scent of the rabbit began to waft around the sword body, making the long sword even more sad, but it sneaked out its spiritual sense, glanced at him and held it The young man, it doesn't even dare to utter the sound of the sword... It's really hard to make a sword...

Before dark, the head master, who had changed into clean clothes and was full of food and drink, asked his apprentice to carry a lot of roasted game by himself, and walked in front empty-handed from the mountain back to the Zongli, mumbling Muttering and thinking about something, "There are a lot of roasted pheasants, it's better to give it to Cheng'er. If his injury is not healed, he needs to be fed more...roasted rabbits...one for the third and fourth child...Rongning still doesn't It's divided...five hundred times of heart-breaking and chirping for several days, he refused to hand in, his share will be given to Elder Yuntai...Twelve, what do you think?"

"Master thinks it's good." Shui Wufeng, who was stared at eating a pile of barbecue, looked at the pile of roasted wild game with no interest... If possible, what he wants to eat... .Obviously.

"Shangxian Yangye?" A gentle female voice sounded, Feng Yangye stopped and turned his head to look over, and saw Wu Cheng following behind a graceful woman in purple clothes, winking at himself, "Master... "

The main gate of Qingyang Tianshui Sect is located in Nanzhan Buzhou, but its root system is extremely extensive. Even Emperor Kuilian Mountain only has a gate in Beiju Luzhou, but this sect has branch sects in all four continents, so it is also above the elders. Eight hall masters are assigned to manage the branch sects in the four continents. This woman is one of the hall masters in Dongsheng Shenzhou. She is about [-] years old and is good at various formations. Because, except Feng Yangye, who is rare to reach the top of the [-]-year-old golden core, she can be regarded as a very talented immortal cultivator. After all, jumping into the golden core is a threshold for cultivating immortals, and from the early stage to the middle stage, it is even more a heavenly cut. I don't know how many monks from all walks of life have been stopped and killed outside. It is difficult to make progress for thousands of years. Either the life is exhausted for thousands of years and only a handful of bones are left, or they die in the middle of the catastrophe with no bones left...

As for Xuan Jing, although it is not a misty legend like the ancient emperors and immortals, it is almost the ultimate pursuit of immortal cultivators throughout the ages. To reach that level requires not only talent, but also luck. What Feng Yangye lacks now is this chance If there is, then he will be promoted to the peak of the four continents in an instant. If not, then no matter how hard he works, it will be useless... Speaking of Donghai Fengshen, who is now ranked as the third strongest sect, it is controversial, and the difference is not only that he is getting worse every day. With a declining background, there is also a head of the Xuanjing period, but this matter is not rushed.

Besides, Feng Yangye saw that Nie Shuiyan had returned to being a respected and respected sect leader with an outstanding temperament: "Master Nie? Yang Ye didn't know that the Hookah Hall Master of Qingyang Tianshui came to Bizong in person, and he was really rude for not being able to greet him." .”

"Shangxian Yangye is welcome, Shisha is rushing to Mochizuki these few days, and happened to pass by the shore of the East China Sea. Hearing that the immortal has obtained a magic weapon, he brought some small gifts to congratulate him. It is a pity that the disciples of the noble sect said that the immortal is injured. It's convenient to meet, so I'm leaving now, I didn't expect to meet Shangxian by chance..." Nie Shuiyan looked at the wild game in the boy's hand while speaking, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"There are injuries, but it's not that I can't see the hookah fairy. I think I went up the mountain with my little disciple to find game and didn't tell others. Seeing Hall Master Nie coming in person, they can't find me and are afraid of delaying your time. I didn’t dare to neglect the hall master, so I made up a reason to tell you not to wait any longer, but Yang Ye was negligent anyway, look at Hall Master Nie Haihan, "Feng Yangye lied and blamed the blame, and the reasons were inexplicable, but they seemed unpretentious. Probably because of such a sincere, kind and gentle face, everything he said made people feel kind and credible.

The corner of Nie Shuiyan's mouth still had that little smile on his face, as if to scratch his heart, "Shangxian Yangye is well, so Shisha can rest assured... I just don't know that such an elegant person like Shangxian likes wild game?"

Feng Yangye turned his eyes away from looking at the woman, and turned his eyes to look at Shui Wufeng dotingly, "It's because we like Twelve, this child is a little shy at the beginning... Be obedient, and ask Xianxian on the hookah."

Shui Wufeng took the pot calmly, looked at the charming woman and nodded: "Hello, Hookah."

The author has something to say: I can't hold back my heart, I just want to double update today.