Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

If other people listened to it, for example, if the palace lord was present, they would probably be insane from laughing at the childish dialogue of these two majestic demons, but excessive anger does occasionally lead to a decline in intelligence.

Although the person involved yelled a very IQ-losing remark, his heart was suddenly clear in the midst of the raging dragon energy.

After so many years, he didn't dare to use Qiongshan's swordsmanship anymore, because he was afraid of recalling the day when he betrayed Qiongshan.Venerable Xuelian Xie Ran has always been unrestrained, and what he has done has not only attracted the affection of the witch, even the fairies of the Taoist school have to look at him more. Go back with a big blush.

The more unrestrained he looks, Xie Ran knows that the more he can't let go of his psychology.

At that time, the most favored sword cultivator by the elders on Qiongshan Mountain was not Ye Wangsha, but Xie Ran.

Under the hood of the monster dragon's giant claws, the swordsmanship of the Qiongshan lineage has always been like a rainbow. Going up against the wind, it is able to face the wind and become stronger. The ocean lifts.

This sword is called "A Line of Sky", it looks like a thin sword light, but it can open even the sky.

The blood-colored imitation magic sword left a line of blood in the raging tide, and the claws of the magic dragon had already stretched out in front of Xie Ran. He didn't even take a step back, he still stood where he was, his plain robe was bulged by the strong wind, like a blooming white lotus.

The blood oozing from under the dragon scale climbed up the white lotus petals little by little, dyeing his robe bloody.

"Actually, you look better in red or black than white."

Xie Ran turned around in surprise in the huge waves, and Ye Wangsha, whom he was looking for so hard, actually leaned on a water curtain and looked at him peacefully.

This scene is very similar to thousands of years ago, when a young man practicing sword in the woods behind Qiongshan Mountain retracted his move and found that the senior brother who had admired him for a long time was silently watching him behind him.

"You're actually here...you're fine!"

"...This is the second time you have said something stupid today." Ye Wangsha shook his head, "Don't you all say that Venerable Demon Buddha Xie Ran spits out lotus flowers?"

"I just feel happy when I see you, and I can't say anything nutritious."

Ye Wangsha stared at him for a moment, then shook his head: "It's the third time to say something silly."

"Can I say the fourth time?" Xie Ran asked.

"...Go ahead, but if you say it again, it will be the fifth time."

Xie Ran jumped over lightly, the magic energy in his hands dissipated completely, and he simply hugged Ye Wangsha's body with both hands.

"Let's double repair!"

Ye Wangsha: "..."

Ye Wangsha raised his head to look at Xie Ran, frowned slightly, the magic dragon above them let out a roar that shook the world again, Ye Wangsha turned his head in an instant, his eyes were cold, Gu Jing Jinghong went upstream, a brilliant silver light flashed across , so bright that it almost burned a spot on the bottom of the human eye.

laugh--

More than one big hole was opened on the body of the magic dragon, and the blood spilled out one after another. The whole sea area was covered with scarlet, and countless blood lotuses bloomed from the sea surface. The dragon's struggle was weaker.

"Thank you, you..."

Ye Wangsha frowned, Xie Ran was terrified, and felt like a [-]-year-old girl in a panic, but if he didn't want Gu Jingjing to turn around and give him a sword, he still had to hold back his heart and pinch his skirt Jiao's indecent behavior made him look at Ye Wangsha expectantly.

"You..." Ye Wangsha's expression became more serious, and Xie Ran's heart almost stopped beating. He felt that if Ye Wangsha looked at him with this expression, he would die faster than the leaking magic dragon. .

"I'm glad you no longer fear the past."

Ye Wangsha measured his head slightly while talking, Xie Ran thought something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his head and came over, who knows, Ye Wangsha pulled his collar and sprayed blood all over his face with his mouth.

"leaf--!"

Xie Ran hugged the falling body tightly, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak. Ye Wangsha leaned into his arms lightly. I don't know if it was because of the loss of his arms. This sword that can break the sky with one sword The Lord seemed to be too light to weigh, Xie Ran hugged him tightly, Ye Wangsha didn't struggle, leaned on him, coughed twice, more blood flowed down the corner of his lips.

"Hmm... Your sentence is barely stupid..." After Ye Wangsha finished speaking, he leaned on Xie Ran's chest, changed to a more comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

"Ye-wang-sand--"

The raging tide rolled, the red lotus scattered, and the tide water slapped the exposed seabed rock formation, making a crackling sound.

Snapped--

Gu Jing Jinghong flew over sideways, and slapped Xie Ran on the head, making Xie Ran hiccup.

Ye Wangsha in his arms opened his eyes again, his pair of star pupils were shining sharply: "What the hell is your name, I'll sleep for a while!"

Xie Ran: "I..."

"...Read less scripts." Ye Wangsha replied, "It's better to completely ban those scripts written by Lingxiu Miscellaneous Club."

Judging from Xie Ran's embarrassing expression at the moment, it is easy to analyze what he was thinking just now by applying the routine of those colorful pamphlets published by Lingxiu Miscellaneous Affairs Club——

The entanglement of love spanning thousands of years, hearing the confession of love at the last moment of life, so I left peacefully in my heart...

If it wasn't for Xie Ran, Gu Jing Jinghong's sword would have passed through vertically just now.

Ye Wangsha decided that after waking up, Guanghe Palace must also completely ban subscriptions to any publications from Lingxiu Miscellaneous Club, and all those mirrors for watching gossip programs must be confiscated!

The magic dragon also has tens of thousands of years of lifespan and practice. It is an ancient power who has experienced the battle between immortals and demons thousands of years ago. You can't look down on him just because he lost in the competition for the position of dragon god. In the old age, this time came with great momentum. Although it looks like a farce now, it was really because he was unlucky, and God still didn’t favor him after ten thousand years——just as he was about to make trouble when he left his old nest, he ran into him head-on. who is it?The Sword Master of Qiongshan, the Venerable Xuelian, and the Lord Yunmeng who kept a terrible low profile and did not make any moves during the whole process.

It's just that no matter how strong Ye Wangsha's swordsmanship is, he was born tens of thousands of years late. It's really difficult for him to easily pierce the dragon out of a bunch of holes and still be alive and kicking.

Perhaps it is possible to change to Master Yunmeng, but Master Yunmeng is sitting on his apprentice's shoulder and cooking noodles happily. A message from the sword master.

Three words——

"Don't chase, thank you."

Since it is the internal affairs of Qiongshan, let's leave it alone.

So the Palace Master rolled up his sleeves, holding a pounding pestle that Zhao Yu used to refine medicine, and was vigorously stirring the pot of noodles.

The spirit fire is burning under the medicine cauldron. This disciple of the alchemy cauldron is not only refining alchemy and medicine, he is also a medical practitioner, so this medicine cauldron is often used to refine elixir for physical fitness, healing and saving lives. With a fresh medicinal fragrance, the aura of the Duotian Lingyibao will naturally soak the ingredients inside under the action of the spirit fire, and you don't even need to bother to find the seasoning.

The essence of the seawater was directly extracted to make the soup base. A plump and fresh ghost shark was put into the pot, and it soon turned red, rolling back and forth in the bubbling soup pot. A slit was made in the back shell of a ghost shark, so that the aroma could be integrated into the whole pot of soup.

——This pot is really good, and the Palace Master is very satisfied. He has his own fryer physique. Back in Yueqi Peak, he could even fry spirit stones that store spiritual power. I'm sure - it's all the pot's fault, and my cooking techniques are completely fine.

The pot noodles were so fragrant, not to mention Daju and the others were so greedy that they hit the wall, even Zhao Yushi was dumbfounded, and silently wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Fu Yuanzhi picked up a dragon soul noodle from the pot, tasted whether it was cooked or not, but it fell out of his eyes.

"Yuanzhi, what's the matter, does it taste bad?"

The palace master was startled, but Fu Yuanzhi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffled his nose, hugged the palace master tightly, and said: "The taste is so good, I have never eaten such delicious noodles when I grow up." ..."

"Then why are you crying, child?"

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head: "The disciple is just... the master treats you so kindly, and the disciple is happy in his heart, but the disciple is very afraid. If one day, the master will not want the disciple..."

"What kind of nonsense is this!" The Palace Mistress raised her small hand and twisted Fu Yuanzhi's chin, "Don't think about what is and isn't."

"Then the master said that he would never drive the disciple away!"

Looking at Fu Yuanzhi's sparkling eyes, the Palace Mistress rubbed the tip of his nose with a smile and replied: "Of course."

"Master, when will we start dual cultivation?"

"……what?"

……

As a result, Fu Yuanzhi finished eating the lobster noodles with the big bag on his head.

He squatted on the ground, holding the pot, and wiped the corners of his mouth. The little doll Palace Mistress stood in front of him with a serious face, so he needed to shrink his body so that he could put his face slightly lower than the Palace Mistress's line of sight. The place is convenient for training.

"Although you are not forbidden to do these things, you can't think about this all day long, can you?" The palace lord poked Fu Yuanzhi's nose with his fingertips, "Is your cultivation of immortality just for... dual cultivation?"

Fu Yuanzhi smiled so much that he rolled his eyes, couldn't help stretching out a finger, and touched the master's palm.

So the Palace Mistress grabbed his fingertips and stared at him sternly.

"Master, disciple Cultivation of Immortals, I have some idiotic thoughts." Fu Yuanzhi said, "I crawled out of the Ten Thousand Devils' Den, just thinking that there should not be another child in this world who was thrown in like this."

Don't have any more children who are used as pawns by the family in order to chase fame and fortune, don't have a family that is ruined in order to snatch the nonexistent secret treasure, and don't have another Mofo who was forced to be an undercover agent, and both sides were sad in the end .

"As Master said ten thousand years ago, free will." Fu Yuanzhi said.

Freedom is never easy.

"Let's go along the way, although we have seen all kinds of conspiracies, but we have also seen people like Lu Qingshuang, Xie Ran, and Dream Demon, so the original intention of the disciple's cultivation of immortality, you promised it ten thousand years ago, the disciple is relieved. You just need to follow you wholeheartedly. You don’t even need to take action yourself, many young Taoists have grown up listening to your name.”

The Lord of Yunmeng has never been involved in everyone's practice, but he has actually guided everyone's practice.

So after all the calculations, the education reform in the previous life was not a complete failure, at most it was a bit bumpy, but at least it overthrew the three mountains of feudalism?The palace lord was almost amused by his own thought.

So the palace lord sighed, touched Fu Yuanzhi's face, and poked with two fingers. It felt good, and he was addicted to poking.

"I have never had any ambitions, and I don't want to be better than blue." What Fu Yuanzhi didn't say is the second part. He wants to guard Yunmeng forever, which is a beautiful dream floating in the clouds. Although not everyone can really benefit, But with that sweet dream, hope is always bright.

Moreover, there will be no more lonely millennia on the lonely peak.

"That's right." The palace lord nodded, "Then it seems that you only have the function of serving the bed."