"Master? Hey! Why did you come here in my dream?" The young man rushed over like a whirlwind, reaching out to help him, "Don't tell me, this dream is quite real, nose is nose, eyes are eyes..."
Yun Xu's brows thumped fiercely, and she said hurriedly, "Why are you here, have you ever seen a man in white?" Under the seemingly hasty voice, it was full of temptation.
Feng Changan looked at him in astonishment for a while, and said weakly: "Master, are you out of your mind? This was originally my dream, I was dreaming! Also, don't you just wear white clothes? Are you still wearing white clothes? ask me."
"not me."
"Are you playing with me? It's just the two of us here. Who are you? By the way, why would I dream of you? Could it be that I'm too excited to join you at night?"
Yun Xu stared at him coldly, the young man slapped his head suddenly, and said excitedly: "Master! Didn't you come to teach me how to practice?!"
The deliberately raised voice was like a tripod bronze bell, which slammed into the quiet mountain temple. The unsuspecting tourists trembled and rolled down the moss-covered stone steps.
Yun Xu was like the unsuspecting tourist who was directly knocked into the bottom of the valley by the boy.
No, the tempers of the two are really not alike at all.
The young man's eyes lit up, and he said nervously, "Are monks practicing in their dreams? It's amazing! Master, how should I practice? You teach me, and I will study hard!"
"Like you." Yun Xu opened her mouth silently.
"Ah? Master, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
The force that forced him to leave was getting stronger and stronger, Yun Xu put aside the young man who was supporting her, spat out blood, and stared fiercely at Qing Mingjian.
There is a strong master-servant relationship between the natal sword and its master. People live with the sword, and people die with the sword. If you use the Qingming sword to find the master...
Seeing him vomit blood, Feng Changan was shocked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
After saying this, he seemed to have noticed the other party's embarrassment just now, and his deer eyes widened, reflecting a young man with blood on his robe and messy hair like a madman.
"Master, why do you look like this? Are you going to die?"
Yun Xu's face was as deep as water, and she turned her head to meet those unbelievable deer eyes: "What did you say? Say it again."
"No, no, no! I said it wrong." The young man subconsciously covered his mouth, and was frightened by his cold expression, so he took a few steps back, looked around anxiously like a young deer, and frantically organized words in his mind.
"Master, long life, long life! Longer than the thousand-year-old bastard I saw in the market!"
"Feng Chang'an, who are you scolding!"
A powerful suction came from the top of his head, and Yun Xu felt that half of his body was sucked in. He couldn't help being impatient, and coupled with the previous emotions, his whole body was like a bucket of fire and medicine, which would explode when touched!
The thunderous voice slammed Chang'an's head over his head, and Chang'an shrank in an attempt to hide in a ravine.
He stammered, "I haven't read many books, and I haven't seen much of the world, and the longest-lived one I've ever seen is that bastard.
So I think, Master must live longer than Wang Ba, I didn't scold Master, even if I was killed, I wouldn't dare to scold..."
Yun Xu saw the other party's nervousness, and flicked his sleeves in frustration. He also wanted to use this disciple to get the Qingming sword, and he didn't want to create such a tense atmosphere.
After all, it's fine for Qing Mingjian to stay in his body for so long, presumably he has already established a connection that is different from ordinary people.
So he took a deep breath and said kindly: "Come here, I don't blame you as a teacher."
Feng Changan looked at him suspiciously: "What does Master want me to come here for?"
"I won't hit you, come here." Yun Xu suppressed her irritable temper.
"Really or not? What if I come over and you beat me?" Feng Chang'an thought about the frightened appearance of those deacon disciples, and muttered in his mouth:
"I haven't formally joined your sect yet, and if you say I'll kill you, I'll kill you. Where can I go to reason, I can only go to the Palace of the King of Hell..."
"If you don't come again, I'll kill you immediately!" Yun Xu's suppressed temper instantly erupted like a volcano, and the fiery anger penetrated the world.
Feng Chang'an trembled all over, and in front of the very dog-legged counselor Yunxu, he smiled and said: "Master, what orders do you have, disciple listens."
"Go, take that sword to Master." Yun Xu motioned him to look at Qing Mingjian, and said coldly: "As long as you give it to Master, Master will guarantee you to go straight to the Golden Core."
The cultivation level of monks is divided into three, six, and nine grades. The last stage is the body training stage, followed by Qi training, foundation building, fake pill, and golden pill. After reaching the golden pill, the monk's practice is considered to be one-third successful.
However, there are very few people who can reach one-third. Most people are trapped in the foundation building, followed by fake pills, and it is difficult to break through the golden pills in their lifetime.
Jindan, a huge watershed in the way of practice.
It can be said that once you reach the Golden Core, you can travel all over the five states, and under the Golden Core, there is nothing like ants, and life and death are all in the hands of the strong.
It is difficult for others to break through the fake pills, but this person says that he will guarantee you to go straight to the golden pills, which will inevitably make people tempted.
As for the truth of this sentence, no one dares to question it.
Because the person in front of him is the core elder of the Qingyun Sect, the proud son of heaven who sat on the position of the core elder in just two years.
As long as he thinks, he is willing, let alone one golden elixir, he can smash out ten golden elixirs with pills, no matter how bad it is, it is not impossible to use his own cultivation to forcibly raise the cultivation of others.
There is no shortcut to cultivating immortals. This kind of opportunistic way to improve one's cultivation level is nothing more than pulling seedlings to encourage growth. After facing a real opponent of the same level, he will be crushed by the opponent.
To put it bluntly, it's just an empty shell.
But even so, this is a good thing that many people dream of.
Just like money, everyone knows that money is not everything, but without money it is absolutely impossible.
Cultivation is already like this, no matter what is false or real, you have to hold it in your own hands to be at ease.
When the young man heard this, a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes. He restrained this cold light very well, and it was so fast that the other party didn't notice it.
"This...I'm afraid it won't work..." The young man showed a troubled expression, as if he wanted to get what the other party said, but he didn't want to hand over the sword.
"Master, this sword was given by my father. It has been in my body since I was a child. It can ward off evil spirits. My body is weak and attracts ghosts.
Otherwise, when I reach the golden core stage, I won't be afraid of ghosts anymore, so how about I give the sword to Master..."
"How can there be such a good thing in the world?" How could Yun Xu not know the meaning of his words, sneered, and mercilessly mocked, "Do you know? As a human being, if you are too greedy, you will die a miserable death."
The young man's face turned pale, and he said in embarrassment: "I know." He paused and clenched his fists, "I'm sorry, but I can't give the sword to the master. If you take the sword, the sky will fall..."
"It's just a broken sword, it's useless to hold it, why not exchange it for something valuable?"
The time was getting closer and closer, and the powerful force was about to tear his body apart, blood was overflowing from the pores, and Yun Xu's whole body became a bloody man, except for a pair of bright eyes, which made people frightened.
"It's useless except for exorcising ghosts. There are many ways to exorcise ghosts in the world. As a teacher, you can guarantee that you will never be haunted by ghosts before the golden core."
"This..." The young man was frightened by his ghostly appearance and sat down on the ground, his immature face was full of horror, and he seemed a little shaken.
He muttered silently: "This is a dream, this is a dream, this is just a dream..."
Li Gui refused to let him do what he wished, and smiled sinisterly: "Disciple is obedient, be good, take the sword to Master, what you want, Master will give you, be obedient."
The boy was shaking all over, and he stumbled to his feet, trying to escape from this terrible scene.
"Stop." As fast as lightning, Yun Xu stretched out her hand to hold his shoulder, her voice softened, "Is the teacher treating you badly? Think about it, from the stage of enlightenment to the present, the teacher has been protecting you, even for life." You can go all out.
And now, you don't even want to do this little favor? "
The boy turned his head stiffly, and saw a bloody hand with slender fingers and a broad and powerful palm.
"me……"
The time to leave the dreamland is coming, and it cannot be delayed any longer.
Yun Xu suppressed the blood in her throat, and whispered softly to seduce her: "Hey, go and get it for Teacher."
The boy finally wavered, nodded, and walked towards the pool step by step.
His movements can't be said to be fast, but they are definitely not slow, but in Yun Xu's view, they are as slow as ants crawling.
His sword eyebrows were upside down, and a terrifying flame ignited from between his brows, extremely violent. "hurry up!"
There was an angry shout from behind, the young man was already frightened by him, upon hearing this, is it okay?With the wind blowing from the soles of his feet, he stepped on the ground full of azaleas and went straight to the pool, reaching out to grab the Qing Ming sword.
"Boom!" As soon as the boy's hand touched the sword, the world suddenly changed, and a black gap opened from the sky.
In an instant, the thunder flashed, the rain was gusty and the wind was strong, and the azalea, which was connected to the sky, was uprooted by the strong wind, washed down the mountain after the heavy rain, and fell into the bottomless ravine.
The boy's face was covered with rain, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't even see what was in front of him clearly.
He quickly let go of his hand, reaching out to wipe his eyes, at this moment, a gust of wind directly blew him off the top of the mountain, and rolled down the mountain along the stone steps.
After rolling more than ten steps, the young man didn't know where the strength came from, but he seemed to continue to roll, so he supported the stone steps and stabilized himself on the stone steps.
Muddy muddy water rushed down from the top of the mountain and flowed down the stone steps. The young man hit the stone steps cursingly, stretched his neck, and yelled at the place where the young man stood with his eyes closed:
"Master, let me just say you can't hold this sword! The sky is about to collapse, help me!"
The young man was in a state of distress, with dry hair sticking to his cheeks, and there was a plucked beggar chicken soaked in mud.
Yun Xu couldn't stand still for a long time, both of his legs were pierced by broken branches of azalea, and now when he knelt down, they were directly pierced into the bones.
"Yeah." Gritting her teeth and grunting, Yun Xu supported the muddy ground with one hand, pulled out the broken branch that had stuck to the bone, and slammed it into the ground!
His strength was too great, so that the broken branch was inserted very deep, only the head was exposed on the ground, and a crushed and out-of-the-ordinary azalea trembled above the head.
Among the many azaleas, this azalea is so inconspicuous and ugly.
But at this moment, when the azaleas all over the ground were uprooted, they were extremely red and gorgeous, like a cluster of dazzling sparks in a dark space, an oiled paper umbrella in a wind and rain, small but powerful enough.
The young man gritted his teeth hard, his facial muscles tensed, and staggered to the top of the mountain.
More than half of the power in him was taken away by the outside world, and the rest was used to resist the powerful power of the outside world trying to drag him out of the dreamland, and he was no longer able to use his power to go directly to the top of the mountain.
Therefore, he could only brave the storm and rely on his legs to climb to the top of the mountain. Even if he fell several times every few steps, he refused to give up and could only resist with a muffled voice.
The young man was lying on the stone steps, staring at the young man, and the muddy rainwater poured into his eyes, causing pain.
"Master!" The young man screamed like a soul, his voice was loud and terrified, "Turn back and look at me first! Don't leave me behind! Help!"
Yun Xu paused, and fell to his knees on the muddy ground again. He clasped his hands tightly to the ground, so that he was not washed down by the torrential muddy water that had already washed away from the top of the mountain.
"Master..."
The young man yelled again, but this time before he finished his yelling, he felt a gaze that was about to chop him into meat, the gaze was as sharp as a knife, and the young man was so frightened that he dared not speak.
The boy pawed at the moss-covered stone steps, wiped his eyes soaked in sand with his wet sleeves, and murmured timidly:
"What on earth are you going to do? Isn't it just a broken sword? As for it? I don't want a good sword, I have to use a broken sword..."
The young man's hearing was astonishing. Hearing this, his eyes became colder. He stared at him fiercely.
The mountain was steep and the wind and rain were fierce. The young man was lying on the steps, and he couldn't see him at all. He could only see a blurred black spot staggering towards the top of the mountain. The goal was so clear that it was shocking.
Another inconspicuous black vortex was rolled up in the dark sky, bloody spells were outlined on the edge of the vortex, and it was seeping into the wind and rain with a gloomy and cold momentum, pulling the black shadow that went straight to the top of the mountain.
Yun Xu's whole body strength was once again drawn by half of the black vortex, and it was difficult to resist the strong wind and rain. He immediately bent over and half-kneeled on the ground, trying to stay in place.
It is not far from the pool on the top of the mountain, only ten steps away, only ten steps away.
After a moment of stability, he climbed up again. At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew from the top of the mountain, and the cold rain the size of a rosary blew him down the mountain path.
"Master!" The young man cried out in shock, watching the black shadow roll all the way down in shock, and when it rolled to the end, it was blocked by the accumulated dirt on the raised part of the path.
There were messy azaleas in the soil, haggard and embarrassingly caught in the soil. The moment the young man rolled up, due to the strong impact, a few branches of azalea directly pierced into the young man's back.
Blood flowed from the ruptured wound, and the white clothes had just been stained red when they were washed away by the rolling muddy water.
The young man was trembling all over, bowing himself up like a shrimp, his hair and clothes were all covered with sand, and even his eyelashes were covered with sand.
The eyes under the eyelashes revealed the most insane paranoia, staring straight at the top of the mountain.
Through the heavy rain, the scene on the top of the mountain could not be seen clearly at all, but this did not prevent him from changing direction.
"Qing Ming Sword... Qing Ming Sword... Qing Ming Sword..."
Yun Xu recited these three words aloud, feeling that there was hope again.
He stretched his hand around his back, pulled out the azalea that was inserted into his back, held it in his hand, climbed up with difficulty, staggered and continued to move forward, aiming at the top of the mountain.
Feng Chang'an stared blankly at the black shadow crawling up again, and opened his mouth, but there was no sound, only a mouthful of muddy water.
"Cough, cough, cough!" After coughing violently, Feng Changan looked again, only to see the black shadow shrunk down and knelt on the ground.
Suddenly, the black shadow climbed up again, stubbornly moving slowly towards the top of the mountain.
Is he crazy? !
Feng Chang'an has never seen such a stubborn side of him. Most of the time, he has a measure of advance and retreat, and he will never be so desperate.
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, Feng Changan stared at the young man, furiously grasped the empty hand, and then slammed the stone steps hard, causing water splashes half a head high.
Yun Xu half-kneeled on the ground, his knees were already numb from the pain, a strong tearing force came from the black vortex, and a bloody smell gushed out of his throat.
When it was about to spurt out from his mouth, he swallowed it again.
He must not fall, absolutely not.
Yun Xu staggered half-bent, and staggered up. When he was stubborn, no one could stop him, no one could stop him.
He was still injured due to external injuries, and he was severely injured in the dream, coupled with the powerful tearing force to drag him out of the dream, which made him a little dizzy before his eyes, and his consciousness was so slack that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, east, and west, so he could only move forward by feeling .
He had no choice but to fight desperately.
Countless days and nights, torturing himself with hope in his heart, he has long gone crazy and died long ago.
He really had no choice, even the illusory hope that he had grasped in his hand was completely wiped out.
Eldest brother is right, he has long been neither human nor ghost, but he is not willing to wake up, nor is he willing to face the reality.
He is not a strong man, nor is he a saint. He cannot stand up to the sky, let alone stand on the ground.
He is just a person, and some have only one pair of hands and one pair of feet.
An ordinary person has no so-called glory and no so-called good luck. He has to fight for everything by himself, and he can only fight for everything by himself.
to him:
The so-called life means living in the world.
The so-called death is nothing more than closing your eyes.
The world said that he was born rebellious, ruthless, and unpredictable, how could he not know?It's just that he was such a person, a selfish person.
Right and wrong, right and wrong, right and wrong, let the world decide, he doesn't care anyway.
There are only eight words in his dictionary:
When the big waves wash away the sand, the strong are respected.
The simple eight words, engraved on the dictionary, penetrated into the bone marrow.
The strong wind and heavy rain rang in Yunxu's ears. He propped up his eyelids that were about to fall asleep, and moved slowly, not even knowing where he was going in the wrong direction.
Feng Changan was on the stone steps, looking up at the top of the mountain through gritted teeth through the dreary rain curtain, staring at the black shadow that was about to fall in the rain curtain and then roll into the dark ravine.
Even though Yun Xu no longer recognizes him as a master, the relationship between master and apprentice is also broken.
But Feng Chang'an was still uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.
The 30-year master-student relationship is not something that can be broken if it is broken. If the root is broken, it is still connected, let alone a person who is affectionate and righteous.
He smashed the stone steps so hard that he smashed his hands to suppress the pain in his heart.
Feng Chang'an angrily scolded himself for being soft-hearted and cheap, really cheap!
He is the protagonist, and he can't die anyway, whoever cares about him, who cares who is a bitch!
Biting his lip, Feng Chang'an lowered his eyes, duplicity condensed a tyrannical sword intent, the sword intent quietly mixed in the strong wind, breathed into the black vortex, and tore the small vortex into a large vortex.
"Boom!" With a sound, the earth shook and the mountain shook, and a red light on the top of the mountain was sucked in by the vortex.
……
Consciousness changed from fuzzy to clear, and the darkness collided in front of Yun Xu. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, only to realize that he was dragged out of the dream.
Yun Xu's brows thumped fiercely, and she said hurriedly, "Why are you here, have you ever seen a man in white?" Under the seemingly hasty voice, it was full of temptation.
Feng Changan looked at him in astonishment for a while, and said weakly: "Master, are you out of your mind? This was originally my dream, I was dreaming! Also, don't you just wear white clothes? Are you still wearing white clothes? ask me."
"not me."
"Are you playing with me? It's just the two of us here. Who are you? By the way, why would I dream of you? Could it be that I'm too excited to join you at night?"
Yun Xu stared at him coldly, the young man slapped his head suddenly, and said excitedly: "Master! Didn't you come to teach me how to practice?!"
The deliberately raised voice was like a tripod bronze bell, which slammed into the quiet mountain temple. The unsuspecting tourists trembled and rolled down the moss-covered stone steps.
Yun Xu was like the unsuspecting tourist who was directly knocked into the bottom of the valley by the boy.
No, the tempers of the two are really not alike at all.
The young man's eyes lit up, and he said nervously, "Are monks practicing in their dreams? It's amazing! Master, how should I practice? You teach me, and I will study hard!"
"Like you." Yun Xu opened her mouth silently.
"Ah? Master, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
The force that forced him to leave was getting stronger and stronger, Yun Xu put aside the young man who was supporting her, spat out blood, and stared fiercely at Qing Mingjian.
There is a strong master-servant relationship between the natal sword and its master. People live with the sword, and people die with the sword. If you use the Qingming sword to find the master...
Seeing him vomit blood, Feng Changan was shocked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
After saying this, he seemed to have noticed the other party's embarrassment just now, and his deer eyes widened, reflecting a young man with blood on his robe and messy hair like a madman.
"Master, why do you look like this? Are you going to die?"
Yun Xu's face was as deep as water, and she turned her head to meet those unbelievable deer eyes: "What did you say? Say it again."
"No, no, no! I said it wrong." The young man subconsciously covered his mouth, and was frightened by his cold expression, so he took a few steps back, looked around anxiously like a young deer, and frantically organized words in his mind.
"Master, long life, long life! Longer than the thousand-year-old bastard I saw in the market!"
"Feng Chang'an, who are you scolding!"
A powerful suction came from the top of his head, and Yun Xu felt that half of his body was sucked in. He couldn't help being impatient, and coupled with the previous emotions, his whole body was like a bucket of fire and medicine, which would explode when touched!
The thunderous voice slammed Chang'an's head over his head, and Chang'an shrank in an attempt to hide in a ravine.
He stammered, "I haven't read many books, and I haven't seen much of the world, and the longest-lived one I've ever seen is that bastard.
So I think, Master must live longer than Wang Ba, I didn't scold Master, even if I was killed, I wouldn't dare to scold..."
Yun Xu saw the other party's nervousness, and flicked his sleeves in frustration. He also wanted to use this disciple to get the Qingming sword, and he didn't want to create such a tense atmosphere.
After all, it's fine for Qing Mingjian to stay in his body for so long, presumably he has already established a connection that is different from ordinary people.
So he took a deep breath and said kindly: "Come here, I don't blame you as a teacher."
Feng Changan looked at him suspiciously: "What does Master want me to come here for?"
"I won't hit you, come here." Yun Xu suppressed her irritable temper.
"Really or not? What if I come over and you beat me?" Feng Chang'an thought about the frightened appearance of those deacon disciples, and muttered in his mouth:
"I haven't formally joined your sect yet, and if you say I'll kill you, I'll kill you. Where can I go to reason, I can only go to the Palace of the King of Hell..."
"If you don't come again, I'll kill you immediately!" Yun Xu's suppressed temper instantly erupted like a volcano, and the fiery anger penetrated the world.
Feng Chang'an trembled all over, and in front of the very dog-legged counselor Yunxu, he smiled and said: "Master, what orders do you have, disciple listens."
"Go, take that sword to Master." Yun Xu motioned him to look at Qing Mingjian, and said coldly: "As long as you give it to Master, Master will guarantee you to go straight to the Golden Core."
The cultivation level of monks is divided into three, six, and nine grades. The last stage is the body training stage, followed by Qi training, foundation building, fake pill, and golden pill. After reaching the golden pill, the monk's practice is considered to be one-third successful.
However, there are very few people who can reach one-third. Most people are trapped in the foundation building, followed by fake pills, and it is difficult to break through the golden pills in their lifetime.
Jindan, a huge watershed in the way of practice.
It can be said that once you reach the Golden Core, you can travel all over the five states, and under the Golden Core, there is nothing like ants, and life and death are all in the hands of the strong.
It is difficult for others to break through the fake pills, but this person says that he will guarantee you to go straight to the golden pills, which will inevitably make people tempted.
As for the truth of this sentence, no one dares to question it.
Because the person in front of him is the core elder of the Qingyun Sect, the proud son of heaven who sat on the position of the core elder in just two years.
As long as he thinks, he is willing, let alone one golden elixir, he can smash out ten golden elixirs with pills, no matter how bad it is, it is not impossible to use his own cultivation to forcibly raise the cultivation of others.
There is no shortcut to cultivating immortals. This kind of opportunistic way to improve one's cultivation level is nothing more than pulling seedlings to encourage growth. After facing a real opponent of the same level, he will be crushed by the opponent.
To put it bluntly, it's just an empty shell.
But even so, this is a good thing that many people dream of.
Just like money, everyone knows that money is not everything, but without money it is absolutely impossible.
Cultivation is already like this, no matter what is false or real, you have to hold it in your own hands to be at ease.
When the young man heard this, a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes. He restrained this cold light very well, and it was so fast that the other party didn't notice it.
"This...I'm afraid it won't work..." The young man showed a troubled expression, as if he wanted to get what the other party said, but he didn't want to hand over the sword.
"Master, this sword was given by my father. It has been in my body since I was a child. It can ward off evil spirits. My body is weak and attracts ghosts.
Otherwise, when I reach the golden core stage, I won't be afraid of ghosts anymore, so how about I give the sword to Master..."
"How can there be such a good thing in the world?" How could Yun Xu not know the meaning of his words, sneered, and mercilessly mocked, "Do you know? As a human being, if you are too greedy, you will die a miserable death."
The young man's face turned pale, and he said in embarrassment: "I know." He paused and clenched his fists, "I'm sorry, but I can't give the sword to the master. If you take the sword, the sky will fall..."
"It's just a broken sword, it's useless to hold it, why not exchange it for something valuable?"
The time was getting closer and closer, and the powerful force was about to tear his body apart, blood was overflowing from the pores, and Yun Xu's whole body became a bloody man, except for a pair of bright eyes, which made people frightened.
"It's useless except for exorcising ghosts. There are many ways to exorcise ghosts in the world. As a teacher, you can guarantee that you will never be haunted by ghosts before the golden core."
"This..." The young man was frightened by his ghostly appearance and sat down on the ground, his immature face was full of horror, and he seemed a little shaken.
He muttered silently: "This is a dream, this is a dream, this is just a dream..."
Li Gui refused to let him do what he wished, and smiled sinisterly: "Disciple is obedient, be good, take the sword to Master, what you want, Master will give you, be obedient."
The boy was shaking all over, and he stumbled to his feet, trying to escape from this terrible scene.
"Stop." As fast as lightning, Yun Xu stretched out her hand to hold his shoulder, her voice softened, "Is the teacher treating you badly? Think about it, from the stage of enlightenment to the present, the teacher has been protecting you, even for life." You can go all out.
And now, you don't even want to do this little favor? "
The boy turned his head stiffly, and saw a bloody hand with slender fingers and a broad and powerful palm.
"me……"
The time to leave the dreamland is coming, and it cannot be delayed any longer.
Yun Xu suppressed the blood in her throat, and whispered softly to seduce her: "Hey, go and get it for Teacher."
The boy finally wavered, nodded, and walked towards the pool step by step.
His movements can't be said to be fast, but they are definitely not slow, but in Yun Xu's view, they are as slow as ants crawling.
His sword eyebrows were upside down, and a terrifying flame ignited from between his brows, extremely violent. "hurry up!"
There was an angry shout from behind, the young man was already frightened by him, upon hearing this, is it okay?With the wind blowing from the soles of his feet, he stepped on the ground full of azaleas and went straight to the pool, reaching out to grab the Qing Ming sword.
"Boom!" As soon as the boy's hand touched the sword, the world suddenly changed, and a black gap opened from the sky.
In an instant, the thunder flashed, the rain was gusty and the wind was strong, and the azalea, which was connected to the sky, was uprooted by the strong wind, washed down the mountain after the heavy rain, and fell into the bottomless ravine.
The boy's face was covered with rain, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't even see what was in front of him clearly.
He quickly let go of his hand, reaching out to wipe his eyes, at this moment, a gust of wind directly blew him off the top of the mountain, and rolled down the mountain along the stone steps.
After rolling more than ten steps, the young man didn't know where the strength came from, but he seemed to continue to roll, so he supported the stone steps and stabilized himself on the stone steps.
Muddy muddy water rushed down from the top of the mountain and flowed down the stone steps. The young man hit the stone steps cursingly, stretched his neck, and yelled at the place where the young man stood with his eyes closed:
"Master, let me just say you can't hold this sword! The sky is about to collapse, help me!"
The young man was in a state of distress, with dry hair sticking to his cheeks, and there was a plucked beggar chicken soaked in mud.
Yun Xu couldn't stand still for a long time, both of his legs were pierced by broken branches of azalea, and now when he knelt down, they were directly pierced into the bones.
"Yeah." Gritting her teeth and grunting, Yun Xu supported the muddy ground with one hand, pulled out the broken branch that had stuck to the bone, and slammed it into the ground!
His strength was too great, so that the broken branch was inserted very deep, only the head was exposed on the ground, and a crushed and out-of-the-ordinary azalea trembled above the head.
Among the many azaleas, this azalea is so inconspicuous and ugly.
But at this moment, when the azaleas all over the ground were uprooted, they were extremely red and gorgeous, like a cluster of dazzling sparks in a dark space, an oiled paper umbrella in a wind and rain, small but powerful enough.
The young man gritted his teeth hard, his facial muscles tensed, and staggered to the top of the mountain.
More than half of the power in him was taken away by the outside world, and the rest was used to resist the powerful power of the outside world trying to drag him out of the dreamland, and he was no longer able to use his power to go directly to the top of the mountain.
Therefore, he could only brave the storm and rely on his legs to climb to the top of the mountain. Even if he fell several times every few steps, he refused to give up and could only resist with a muffled voice.
The young man was lying on the stone steps, staring at the young man, and the muddy rainwater poured into his eyes, causing pain.
"Master!" The young man screamed like a soul, his voice was loud and terrified, "Turn back and look at me first! Don't leave me behind! Help!"
Yun Xu paused, and fell to his knees on the muddy ground again. He clasped his hands tightly to the ground, so that he was not washed down by the torrential muddy water that had already washed away from the top of the mountain.
"Master..."
The young man yelled again, but this time before he finished his yelling, he felt a gaze that was about to chop him into meat, the gaze was as sharp as a knife, and the young man was so frightened that he dared not speak.
The boy pawed at the moss-covered stone steps, wiped his eyes soaked in sand with his wet sleeves, and murmured timidly:
"What on earth are you going to do? Isn't it just a broken sword? As for it? I don't want a good sword, I have to use a broken sword..."
The young man's hearing was astonishing. Hearing this, his eyes became colder. He stared at him fiercely.
The mountain was steep and the wind and rain were fierce. The young man was lying on the steps, and he couldn't see him at all. He could only see a blurred black spot staggering towards the top of the mountain. The goal was so clear that it was shocking.
Another inconspicuous black vortex was rolled up in the dark sky, bloody spells were outlined on the edge of the vortex, and it was seeping into the wind and rain with a gloomy and cold momentum, pulling the black shadow that went straight to the top of the mountain.
Yun Xu's whole body strength was once again drawn by half of the black vortex, and it was difficult to resist the strong wind and rain. He immediately bent over and half-kneeled on the ground, trying to stay in place.
It is not far from the pool on the top of the mountain, only ten steps away, only ten steps away.
After a moment of stability, he climbed up again. At this moment, a strong gust of wind blew from the top of the mountain, and the cold rain the size of a rosary blew him down the mountain path.
"Master!" The young man cried out in shock, watching the black shadow roll all the way down in shock, and when it rolled to the end, it was blocked by the accumulated dirt on the raised part of the path.
There were messy azaleas in the soil, haggard and embarrassingly caught in the soil. The moment the young man rolled up, due to the strong impact, a few branches of azalea directly pierced into the young man's back.
Blood flowed from the ruptured wound, and the white clothes had just been stained red when they were washed away by the rolling muddy water.
The young man was trembling all over, bowing himself up like a shrimp, his hair and clothes were all covered with sand, and even his eyelashes were covered with sand.
The eyes under the eyelashes revealed the most insane paranoia, staring straight at the top of the mountain.
Through the heavy rain, the scene on the top of the mountain could not be seen clearly at all, but this did not prevent him from changing direction.
"Qing Ming Sword... Qing Ming Sword... Qing Ming Sword..."
Yun Xu recited these three words aloud, feeling that there was hope again.
He stretched his hand around his back, pulled out the azalea that was inserted into his back, held it in his hand, climbed up with difficulty, staggered and continued to move forward, aiming at the top of the mountain.
Feng Chang'an stared blankly at the black shadow crawling up again, and opened his mouth, but there was no sound, only a mouthful of muddy water.
"Cough, cough, cough!" After coughing violently, Feng Changan looked again, only to see the black shadow shrunk down and knelt on the ground.
Suddenly, the black shadow climbed up again, stubbornly moving slowly towards the top of the mountain.
Is he crazy? !
Feng Chang'an has never seen such a stubborn side of him. Most of the time, he has a measure of advance and retreat, and he will never be so desperate.
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, Feng Changan stared at the young man, furiously grasped the empty hand, and then slammed the stone steps hard, causing water splashes half a head high.
Yun Xu half-kneeled on the ground, his knees were already numb from the pain, a strong tearing force came from the black vortex, and a bloody smell gushed out of his throat.
When it was about to spurt out from his mouth, he swallowed it again.
He must not fall, absolutely not.
Yun Xu staggered half-bent, and staggered up. When he was stubborn, no one could stop him, no one could stop him.
He was still injured due to external injuries, and he was severely injured in the dream, coupled with the powerful tearing force to drag him out of the dream, which made him a little dizzy before his eyes, and his consciousness was so slack that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, east, and west, so he could only move forward by feeling .
He had no choice but to fight desperately.
Countless days and nights, torturing himself with hope in his heart, he has long gone crazy and died long ago.
He really had no choice, even the illusory hope that he had grasped in his hand was completely wiped out.
Eldest brother is right, he has long been neither human nor ghost, but he is not willing to wake up, nor is he willing to face the reality.
He is not a strong man, nor is he a saint. He cannot stand up to the sky, let alone stand on the ground.
He is just a person, and some have only one pair of hands and one pair of feet.
An ordinary person has no so-called glory and no so-called good luck. He has to fight for everything by himself, and he can only fight for everything by himself.
to him:
The so-called life means living in the world.
The so-called death is nothing more than closing your eyes.
The world said that he was born rebellious, ruthless, and unpredictable, how could he not know?It's just that he was such a person, a selfish person.
Right and wrong, right and wrong, right and wrong, let the world decide, he doesn't care anyway.
There are only eight words in his dictionary:
When the big waves wash away the sand, the strong are respected.
The simple eight words, engraved on the dictionary, penetrated into the bone marrow.
The strong wind and heavy rain rang in Yunxu's ears. He propped up his eyelids that were about to fall asleep, and moved slowly, not even knowing where he was going in the wrong direction.
Feng Changan was on the stone steps, looking up at the top of the mountain through gritted teeth through the dreary rain curtain, staring at the black shadow that was about to fall in the rain curtain and then roll into the dark ravine.
Even though Yun Xu no longer recognizes him as a master, the relationship between master and apprentice is also broken.
But Feng Chang'an was still uncomfortable, really uncomfortable.
The 30-year master-student relationship is not something that can be broken if it is broken. If the root is broken, it is still connected, let alone a person who is affectionate and righteous.
He smashed the stone steps so hard that he smashed his hands to suppress the pain in his heart.
Feng Chang'an angrily scolded himself for being soft-hearted and cheap, really cheap!
He is the protagonist, and he can't die anyway, whoever cares about him, who cares who is a bitch!
Biting his lip, Feng Chang'an lowered his eyes, duplicity condensed a tyrannical sword intent, the sword intent quietly mixed in the strong wind, breathed into the black vortex, and tore the small vortex into a large vortex.
"Boom!" With a sound, the earth shook and the mountain shook, and a red light on the top of the mountain was sucked in by the vortex.
……
Consciousness changed from fuzzy to clear, and the darkness collided in front of Yun Xu. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, only to realize that he was dragged out of the dream.
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