Beauty crowns the world [Rebirth]

Chapter 2 Sigh at Spring and Dusk ([-])

Jiang Qihe repeated "Kurong Sword Lu Yunshen", and the white-clothed child in front of him turned around and changed from holding the sword in both hands to holding the sword in one hand, and the free one grabbed his sleeve.

"Are you interested in him?" Jiang Qihe looked him over carefully from the beginning to the end, stretched out his finger and flicked on the hilt of his sword, and after a crisp sound, he said: "Speaking of which, he also uses the heavy sword .”

This snow-white epee felt very good in the hand. Because the child had been holding it, the hilt was slightly warm, so Jiang Qihe couldn't help but touch it again.

The child drooped his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly.Jiang Qihe raised his hand and scratched his chin like a cat teasingly. The child raised his head and glanced down at the end of his eyes, as if he was very comfortable.

"Are you a cat?" Jiang Qihe chuckled, retracted his fingers, and turned his gaze into the night again.

At this moment, the turbidity is less, and the line of sight becomes clearer, but the sky is still dark, and there is a tendency to gradually descend.Probably when the black sky completely touches the ground, that is the moment when human life in the endless land dies.

Jiang Qihe let out a long sigh, and probably could use Xuyuan to contend with it. If the Sea of ​​Sin and Purgatory Mountain couldn't deal with it, he had no choice but to put the entire endless land in it.

His breath came from top to bottom, and when he sprayed it in front of the white-clothed child, the damp heat had faded, and it mixed with Xiaofeng, shaking the long snow-white hair hanging to the side of his face.

The white-clothed child's eyes flickered, he stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand to push back the corner of Jiang Qihe's lowered lips, then took a step back, holding the sword in both hands.

He closed his eyes lightly, spread his feet apart, and slightly lowered his center of gravity.Jiang Qihe felt that his aura had changed. When facing other people, although it was cold, it was not bitter, but now it was like the snow on the Kunlun Mountains that had not melted for many years, and it was bitingly cold.

The aura flowing from the sword also changed, and gradually became the same as that exuded by the white-clothed child, as if the sword was him, and he became the sword.

The wind rises from the feet of the child in white, blows the hem of the tattered clothes, and blows the white wantonly all the way up.A little frost spread forward from his toes. Chen Yi and Du Peng, who were not close to each other, were startled by the momentum, and immediately stepped back.

Jiang Qihe didn't dodge, he even raised his hand, passing through the wind whirling around the child in white, he touched the edge of the epee.

The unexpected coldness made him feel warm just like the hilt of the sword just now.

It's so weird.

Jiang Qihe muttered suspiciously in his heart.

At the other end, the white-haired child looked straight through the brighter silver light.

Frost white robes, hair like black sandalwood, untied or untied, hangs lazily behind him, letting the wind blow him up.

The finger on the tip of his sword was extremely white and thin, if his sword moved a little further, the finger might be cut in half.

Jiang Qihe saw the word "get out of the way" from his eyes, and finally pulled the corners of his lips into a chuckle, and slowly backed away.

"Are you going to show off your skills?" Jiang Qihe asked softly.

The child in white nodded, seeing Jiang Qihe retreated at least a foot, took a long breath, and closed his eyes again.

The snow-white epee was swung. His movements were obviously very slow, but several afterimages were left in the air.But after a moment of effort, the sword turned abruptly, spun to one side at a speed that the human eye could not detect, dropped and then raised.

The awe-inspiring sword energy came rushing like a gale, crossing the long street in an instant, covering the entire Luoye City.Where the sword light passed, it was frozen into ice, and the flowers of Mu Tan were frosted and fell in mid-air, and the white flowers turned into white snow, and the spring night returned to the long winter.

The wind did not stop, and swept out one after another, the sky and the earth, all directions, the thick darkness where the sword light was not illuminated, the supreme headspace that could not be touched by the wings, in an instant, like an old wall falling off, turning into dust and dust. Ashes, disappearing into the air.

The sound of the turmoil came back to my ears, people and shadows piled up, chariots and horses rolled, the sky was bright, and the sun was rising in the east.

"Ah, why is it freezing?" Someone said in surprise, it was a customer sitting in the breakfast shop waiting.

"Twilight Tanhua also..."

Jiang Qihe raised his eyelids, looking at the white-haired child holding an epee through the passing figures in twos and threes.

Jiang Qihe was very familiar with the sword energy and momentum he had just burst out.

That was the earth-shattering battle on the Baiyu Terrace of Chuiyun Island 600 years ago.

The spring breeze breaks through the dry and the prosperous, and the dry and prosperous kill the spring in the world.

"Old Jiang!" Ah Lu was the one who was surprised this time, and it threw itself in front of Jiang Qihe, looking up and down at his face.

This is the face that was once famous all over the world. Countless literati and poets have written poems and essays, and countless volumes of painting albums have been handed down, but none of them can fully depict him.

The spring breeze frightens the sun and the moon, and the flowers and songs are everywhere with shame.

When a pedestrian passing by Jiang Qihe accidentally raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of him, he was so shocked that the fritters dropped.

The white-haired kid on the opposite side was also looking at Jiang Qihe. Suddenly, he raised the corners of his lips, stepped out from the frosty ground, and ran towards Jiang Qihe.

"Stop." Just as he was about to approach, Jiang Qihe suddenly raised his hand.

The white-haired child suddenly stopped, showing doubts.

At this moment, the two people standing diagonally across the street ran over and knelt down in front of Jiang Qihe.

"Chunchun Chunchun Chunfeng Jun!"

"Master, master, master, master!"

They sent out the signal the night before, and the disciples from the nearby Shendu hurried over and worked almost all night to clean up the turbidity and monsters in Luoye City. There are still many left on the street, planning to eat After a hot breakfast, go catch up on sleep.

The two people in black and blue costumes shouted, like a stone blasting the calm water, all the gods and people who were mixed in the crowd raised their eyes and looked over.

After a few plops, no matter whether they were voluntary or pulled, they all knelt down in front of Jiang Qihe.

There is a stone statue of Jiang Qihe in the courtyard where Jiang Qihe once lived in Shendu, and there is even a portrait hanging on the main living hall of the head. He recognized Jiang Qihe.

Yesterday they all heard the news that Lord Chunfeng had come out from Xuyuan, they were looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to seeing each other.

As I said before, Luoye City is the nearest city to Xuanjian Villa, bustling and bustling.

Xu Yuan is under the Yanhua Seabed. The heroic deeds of this single sword suppressing Xu Yuan are widely spread in Luoye City. Generations of people have grown up listening to this legend, almost worshiping him as a god.

The group of Shendu disciples who had been working all night to clear away the turbidity knelt down, and the surrounding residents also put down their hands and bowed down at Jiang Qihe's feet.

The well-informed Ah Lu sighed, and said in Jiang Qihe's ear, "It's not a big deal, you don't know that there is a place in Zhaozhou that specially organized a spring festival, just yesterday, the third day of March. "

Jiang Qihe: "..."

The only person present who was not very happy was the white-haired kid, or it would be more accurate to call him Lu Yunshen.Jiang Qihe didn't know how this old man cultivated backwards to look like he was twelve or thirteen years old. He was a little curious, but it was more complicated.

Master Lu, can you, old man, stop looking at me pitifully and grab the corner of my clothes?

Jiang Qihe rubbed his forehead.

"Chun Chun Chun Chun..." In the crowd, Chen Da bravely walked up to Jiang Qihe, pushed Lu Yunshen away desperately, and grabbed Jiang Qihe's trousers.

"Stupid, you're stupid, stand up and talk." Jiang Qihe rolled his eyes, swung his sleeves, and pulled him up with all his strength.

Then, Jiang Qihe glanced around the tearful elders and villagers, coughed softly, and said, "What should everyone do, don't be so excited, that brother with the yellow square scarf, if you don't eat your noodles, you will throw them away gone."

Huang Fangjin, who was named, raised his head excitedly, and also stuttered, "Chunchunchun, me, me..."

Jiang Qihe couldn't take it anymore. He was forced to go down to Xuyuan. Someone put a knife on Jiang Mian's neck and said that if he didn't save the world, Jiang Mian would die.

What a great way of threatening, firmly grasping his weakness, but Jiang Mian told him to leave it alone, not to send him to death because of him.

After going down for 500 years now, when he came out, thousands of people knelt down to greet him, which was a situation he never imagined.

The old folks refused to get up, Jiang Qihe had no choice but to roll his eyes and knelt down opposite them.

"I want to kneel, let's kneel together." He said casually.

The folks in Luoye City were startled immediately, kneeling and standing up, and finally Lu Yunshen supported Jiang Qihe to stand up, they suddenly realized and stood up.

"Hey, I said you—" Jiang Qihe drew a long tone, and turned to look at the child next to him.

Master Lu went into seclusion and cultivated to become a child grandma in Tianshan Mountain, and he didn't know if Xuanjian Villa would recognize him or not after sending him back with this appearance.

The little boy looked up, staring straight at Jiang Qihe, he didn't speak or move, he was quiet, as if he was a pendant.

Jiang Qihe turned his face away, carefully recalled the 200 years he had lived, searched through his memory, but couldn't find out when he had such a deep relationship with the land owner.

He lowered his eyes and looked complicated, but the child who was holding onto the hem of his clothes suddenly let go, and flashed out like the wind, stopping someone who was tentatively walking this way.

——It was Du Peng.

Du Peng smiled all over his face, "Master, Master."

In an instant, Jun Feng's eyes, who had a gentle expression just now, flashed impatience, but when he turned his head, the smile on his lips was bent just right, and his eyes were very light, even a little cold.

Wearing the shabby white clothes on his body still does not diminish his demeanor, his black hair flutters in the wind, making that smile thrilling.

Jiang Qihe raised his chin at him, and said softly, "What are you calling me?"

"Master, master, I am the sixth-generation disciple of Shendu No. 40, and Master Shen was accepted as your disciple." For some reason, Du Peng suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

"Oh." Jiang Qihe lowered his gaze, "But I'm not Shen Hua's apprentice."

Du Peng's smile froze on his face.

Jiang Qihe continued, "Whoever accepts you, call that master, don't call people here."

The Shendu disciples on the side immediately whispered to each other, their voices were kept low, but helplessly, everyone is a generation of practitioners, even if it is a mosquito singing, as long as they want to, they can hear it clearly.

Du Peng's complexion turned ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye, Jiang Qihe just pretended not to see it, and smiled kindly, "Do you remember? In addition, I heard that Shen Wang has recruited a lot of No. 40 sixth-generation disciples over the years, please trouble everyone Pass it on to each other, so as not to be embarrassed when we meet in the future."

After speaking, Jiang Qihe turned and left.

While the corner of the clothes was swinging lightly, the loosely curled hand was held by a slightly hot and dry hand.

"I said you—" Jiang Qihe turned his head.

Those wet and miserable eyes appeared on Lu Yunshen's face again, coupled with the stains on his forehead, nose tip, and chin, and his sackcloth-like clothes, it looked as if he had been abused by Jiang Qihe.

"Lord Lu."

Lu Yunshen didn't move.

"Brother Lu."

Still stuck there like a pole.

Jiang Qihe was silent for a long time, then called out, "Xiaobai?"

Lu Yun smiled deeply.

"..."

All right, after all, Master Lu has worked so hard to break the Endless Land for him, so just follow him, anyway, he has no money and nothing to do.

Speaking of Endless Land, Jiang Qihe finally remembered Tian Zixu who had been left behind.

This big brother's real name is not this, but it is said that he was born with the destiny of the emperor, but he learned magic from a Taoist priest and ruined the destiny of the emperor, so he was not convinced and gave himself a nickname.

Later, this name became popular in the Seven States, and more and more people called him by it, and gradually, it became his name.

Jiang Qihe rolled up his sleeves, thinking that Tian Zixu would descend on the endless land in Luoye City, most likely because he wanted to kill him.

The reason, probably not for offering a reward, but because one of the elders killed by him was Tian Zixu's apprentice.