moonlit night

The sage on Juechen Peak likes to travel, this is something that even Meizi Jing knows on Kunwu Mountain.

When the apprentices were confiscated before, if anyone wanted to send a name card to visit Yue Shengjun at Juechen Peak, it would be empty every ten times. Unable to see it any longer, he issued several orders from the head of the sect to urge him to come back for the holidays.

In order to completely rectify Yue Qingchen's problem of not staying at home, Fu Yu and Ye Zhiqiu reached a consensus long ago, they must find more bonds for him on the mountain, accept at least ten or eight disciples, and it is best to arrange them in order from largest to smallest , Let Yue Qingchen have endless work to do at any time.

I don’t know why it’s easy to think of an old sow pregnant with cubs, giving birth to litter after litter.

In fact, most people who practice Taoism have no feeling for such things as "home", because they are walking a road of climbing mountains. It's best to abandon it early, even parents and children are indifferent, not to mention the illusory relationship between master and apprentice?

Not to mention Wangshu Shengjun's reputation, he is synonymous with deserted and withdrawn, a model of ruthlessness and ruthlessness.

Although the face of the head of the sect has to be sold, there are policies and countermeasures at the top, and he accepts it, but he does not stop his pursuit of distant places because of this. Instead, he often takes the three disciples as an excuse to abduct them out of the mountain together. , in the name of experience, the reality of traveling.

This time I went to a huge snow mountain with thousands of feet of ice and no trace.

This mountain is located in the northern border, not far from the demon clan. It is the site of the Huanhua Palace. According to the false rumors of the villagers at the foot of the mountain, there are tombs of ancient gods hidden deep in the mountain, guarded by big man-eating monsters. , There are countless mysterious treasures buried inside.

They said that they have nose and eyes, and they can even describe what the monster looks like. They said it had nine heads and ten eyes, and it could cover the sky with its wings. All of them are handed down treasures of the ancient dragon clan.

Nonsense, which dragon can grow into such a freak.

Yue Qingchen is well aware of the credibility of this kind of rumor, because he only listens to gossip, but there are young people with extremely strong curiosity in the room.

Luo Qingluan's cat eyes were wide open, and she approached the young man who was talking nonsense with great interest, holding a big thick tea bowl, and asked casually: "I heard that what you said is true, why, have you seen it with your own eyes? "

The young man was bragging to himself, when he heard this, he instinctively thought that someone was coming to smash the field, and he immediately put on guard, but when he looked up, he found that it was a delicate girl, and hurriedly put away his guard, blushing. Face argued: "This matter is absolutely true, I haven't seen it, but my grandpa's grandpa has seen it."

Seeing that he was honest, Luo Qingluan wanted to tease him again, but from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Yue Qingchen tapped on the table, so she quickly stuck out her tongue, and returned to the army with a bowl of smoke.

The young man looked back after chasing after her away, and found two people sitting at the next table. Among them, the young man was handsome and handsome, with a rare calmness at this age, as if he didn't care about everything. He drank tea quietly, but the young man always felt that he could have a panoramic view of any disturbance in the teahouse.

As for the person next to him, even though he was wearing a mask, the young man only felt that even if it was a fairy from the sky, it was nothing more than that.

He stared blankly at the "fairy" in a daze, but suddenly felt a cold warning gaze, he raised his eyes to search in a trance, and found that this gaze came from the handsome boy.The young man obviously didn't hold any sharp weapon in his hand, but he didn't dare to be the sharpest of his sight, hurriedly lowered his head, and walked away quickly.

Luo Qingluan noticed that someone was watching this side, but she didn't care. She sat down on the small broken bench in a hurry, and squinted to see Xiao Ziyuan squatting on the ground, holding a lump of candy in his hand, playing with someone who was also squatting on the ground. Ant's little girl is persuasive: "Little sister, come and tell brother, how do your adults tell you the story of the nine-headed bird?"

The little girl Yuemo didn't eat sweets very often, at this moment she was staring at the candy in Xiao Ziyuan's hand eagerly, stretched out her hand and said, "Eating people."

"Cannibal?" Xiao Ziyuan's smile froze, "Can you..."

Before he could say "specifically", the candy in his hand was snatched away. Xiao Ziyuan turned his head angrily, and found that dead girl Luo Qingluan was smiling at him triumphantly, and then asked one by one. Circle: "Master, do you eat it? Do you eat it, brother? Brother doesn't eat it. Oh, I'm so sorry, so it's cheaper for me!"

After finishing speaking, she threw the candy into her mouth, babbled a few times after eating, and said disgustedly: "Senior Brother Fat Yuan, it's really unpalatable."

The little girl burst into tears immediately, and Xiao Ziyuan also felt that he was going to vomit blood and die, so he had to forcefully stand up while supporting the table, pretending to cry: "Master, Luo Qingluan bullied me, you have to decide for me. "

Yue Qingchen looked at the two people who looked like living treasures, but didn't clean up the mess between them, just bent down, snapped his fingers in front of the crying little girl, turned into a frozen little rabbit and handed it to her, seeing The girl laughed through her tears, and then smiled lightly, saying: "Clean up and get ready to go into the mountains."

Jun Changye got up immediately, took out the money and raised his voice, "Shopkeeper, pay the bill."

The fat shopkeeper with a friendly face immediately walked over with a lot of smiles. Seeing the ice rabbit in the girl's hand, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Yue Qingchen, and said in a low voice: "Could it be that you are also here for the treasure in the mountain?"

Yue Qingchen glanced at him lightly, but did not answer. Jun Changye handed the money to the other party while explaining: "We are just passing by here."

Luo Qingluan looked at it curiously, and suddenly felt that she didn't know when it started, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between the younger brother and the master, she couldn't help poking Xiao Ziyuan, and said softly: "Fat Yuan, it seems that your position as the chief disciple is very important. No more guarantees."

Xiao Ziyuan glanced at her, hummed, and said angrily: "Open your big eyes and see, I have never sat in that seat before, and I have no intention of usurping the throne."

The fat shopkeeper took the money, looked at the four of them meaningfully, and pleaded in a low voice: "The monsters in the mountains are not easy to deal with, and they eat people every time they wake up. It is said that the big monster has not woken up for a hundred years. Please, please don't wake him up."

Yue Qingchen calmed down, nodded and said: "Don't worry, shopkeeper."

There is no one inhabited on the majestic snow mountain, and the bean-sized ice and snow are rolled up by the howling north wind, and the face is cold and cold. They simply are used to the year-round snow on Juechen Peak, so they don't care. The feet walked above the snow line and entered the hinterland of the snow mountain.

As a matter of fact, as soon as he entered the mountain, Yue Qingchen suddenly felt the demonic aura, but this demon's cultivation level is still low, most of them are little demons who have just had spiritual wisdom for decades, and they are almost like practicing with disciples, and they are not suitable at all.

Sure enough, not long after entering the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains, they encountered the vicious white bear monster, the snow wolf monster, and the big white tiger with a hanging forehead. The first two were not difficult for Jun Changye and Luo Qingluan, and they quickly brought down the other , and then outflank the tiger spirit together.

That tiger spirit was quite capable, and he chased Xiao Ziyuan all over the mountain like howling ghosts and howling wolves, and when the latter two joined the battle, it suddenly stared at its big eyes like copper bells, and there was a bit of cunning in them, Then he transformed into a rough man taller than the two of them, holding a barbed meteor hammer in each hand, and threw them at Jun Luo and the other two respectively.

This tiger is full of brute strength, and his sledgehammer is very skillful, many times better than those brothers who learned hammers in Kunwu Mountain. Luo Qingluan dodged very lightly, then grabbed the long whip that tied his hair with his left hand, and turned to him. With a strong swing in front, he wrapped around the sledgehammer that was thrown in the air, and drew out the sword with his right hand, and flew out lightly along the forward force of the whip, stabbing the water kite to the tiger's heart brazenly.

The tiger spirit didn't seem to take her seriously, turned around and pulled the hammer out from under her whip, then made a block upwards, collided with the Shuiyuan sword, and did not forget to tease at the same time: "You little girl!" The lady is very fierce, it is the tone that the uncle likes, why not follow me as a wife."

As soon as the words fell, he didn't see the girl's angry expression as he expected. He only saw a contemptuous smile on the other side, and then he withdrew from the standing circle relentlessly, picked up the collar of the little fat man next to him, We will withdraw to the side.

Feeling insulted, the white tiger spirit was furious immediately, and flew to chase after him, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden extremely cold breath behind him, he didn't care at all, he picked up the sledgehammer and waved it behind him casually, unexpectedly he only listened to "Dang" With a sound, the sledgehammer weighing more than a hundred catties was buckled down, and it could no longer be swung.

The big tiger screamed strangely, turned around and counterattacked suddenly, seeing that it was just a cub not as tall as his waist, he couldn't help being even more angry, and immediately transformed into a tiger shape, opened his bloody mouth and swooped at Jun Changye, as if planning to bite his head down.

Jun Changye didn't dodge or dodge, he closed his eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and then stabbed straight out with his sword, and when it came to the tiger's mouth, he swayed to the side, just in the direction where it was hiding, and picked the tiger out A blood-stained front tooth.

The tiger was angry, but when Jun Changye heard the sound, he immediately shook his head, frowned and said, "That's not right."

The tiger was so angry that it was so strange, the little cub of emotion regarded himself as a tiger meat post for feeding, and even closed his eyes, he was really mad at him, Mr. Tiger!

Uncle Tiger let out a tiger roar, and immediately rushed forward again, but Jun Changye's brows were full of thick clouds, as if he was in a bottleneck, even though the tiger's claws were in front of him, he still didn't respond at all.

Uncle Hu smiled sinisterly, even planning to disfigure this kid.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of strings cutting through the sound of hunting wind in the distance.

Jun Changye still had his eyes closed, but his head swung to one side, avoiding the flying tiger claws.

There were a few more stringed sounds next to his ears, the interval between the sounds was not long, but it was just enough for the young man to look for the opportunity to take steps beside the white tiger. well.He roared, not intending to go around in circles with the other party, and rushed towards the boy.

Jun Changye focused on his footwork, but he didn't stop hearing the sound, he just raised it seemingly casually.

But this time, the sword in his hand stabbed straight into the middle of the white tiger's chest. The sword was extremely fast and deep, piercing through the heart in an instant, and almost took out the tiger's heart.

The white tiger spirit screamed, and instinctively shouted: "Help, my lord!"

But before the word "fate" dissipated in the air, he lost his voice, his head limply dropped to one side, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Jun Changye poured the white tiger's blood all over his head and face, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, as if he had finally broken through some bottleneck, then flew up and landed on the top of the snow-capped snow.

Yue Qingchen saw him coming, but still stroking the strings, and quickly recalled the scene of the young man beheading the tiger demon in his heart, and suddenly thought like this:

If he was as old as me, and there was no bond between master and apprentice, maybe he could become a very good friend.

Then he shook his head again, thinking how could there be so many ifs.

In a blink of an eye, the young man had come to his side, Jun Changye saluted him very quietly, and said loudly:

"The disciples will pack up the tiger bones later, and take them back to make wine for Master."

After finishing speaking, he smiled as if he was a little embarrassed, sat down next to Yue Qingchen without saying a word, and began to wipe the blood on the sword.

"Speaking of this tiger bone, it's very knowledgable," Xiao Ziyuan smacked his lips, "The whole body of a tiger is full of treasures, the skin is used as a mattress, the bones are soaked in wine, and the penis can also strengthen the yang. Well, it's not bad, I'll take care of it later. Sweep up and leave nothing behind for the enemy."

"Hey, aphrodisiac," Luo Qingluan glanced at him, shaved his face and said, "It's shameless to say such things in front of girls in public."

"I'm shameless?" Xiao Ziyuan became angry, "Miss Luo, why don't you explain, as a girl, how do you know what aphrodisiac means?"

"I..." Luo Qingluan froze for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "I know everything."

Xiao Ziyuan sneered: "Isn't omniscience the nickname of Mr. Langxuantang? I didn't expect him to teach so many people."

Yue Qingchen plucked the piano casually to stop the quarrel between the two disciples, but suddenly, in the bleak mountain forest where thousands of mountains and birds flew, there was a burst of extremely pleasant flute sound.

The sound of the flute was gentle and soothing at first, like the rain of apricot blossoms on a spring day in the south of the Yangtze River, and then gradually became more intense, as if mixed with a group of sonorous gold and iron horses, so vigorous and soaring that it almost wanted to break through the sky.

The player who plays the flute has extremely high attainments and profound cultivation, it is difficult to find another one in the whole world, Yue Qingchen knew who it was as soon as he heard it, and immediately plucked the strings a few times to harmonize with the sound of the flute.

On the other side, Luo Qingluan had already shouted excitedly: "Little uncle!"

It was Mr. Xiaoxiang Hengwu.

But although he recognized Yue Qingchen's piano sound, he didn't come this way. He just replied with a flute sound from the air, saying hello to Yue Qingchen, and concerned about Luo Qingluan's recent situation, and then told them not to come find yourself.

During this reconciliation, the sound of the flute gradually faded away. The second monk Luo Qingluan Zhengzhang was puzzled, but suddenly saw Yue Qingchen's expression slightly dignified, and couldn't help but want to go forward to ask.

But before she got close to her, many birds suddenly flew out of the originally silent forest on the mountain, making a loud noise and covering the entire sky in darkness.

Crows dancing wildly is a vision of the birth of a great demon.

This vision lasted for quite a while, and even Yue Qingchen remained silent for a while, during which time Luo Qingluan secretly glanced up curiously, unexpectedly, he was facing a pair of eyes protruding from the wings of crows in the upper air.

Those eyeballs were extremely black and thick, filled with the rage to the extreme, as if there was no trace of vitality from the inside out, full of the faintest killing intent.

The real murderous aura never had to be overwhelming. Being stared at by such eyes, Luo Qingluan felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed, and the fear that he had never felt before swept his whole body in an instant, and he almost passed through the gate of hell once.

It wasn't until Yue Qingchen stepped in front of her that Luo Qingluan regained his composure. With a pale face, she took a step back, and Jun Changye and Xiao Ziyuan held one arm, until the crows chased Xiao Sheng away In the direction she was going, she found her voice from the oppression just now, and asked tremblingly:

"Master, who is that? Will my little uncle be in danger?"

Yue Qingchen shook his head, put his hand on her shoulder and poured some spiritual power into it. After her spirit stabilized, she said softly:

"It's okay, I'll take you back first."

Luo Qingluan's face was still pale, while Jun Changye took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Master, then... who is it?"

There were crow feathers flying down from the sky, Yue Qingchen reached out and took one piece, Fang said:

"The king of demons."

"How is Leng Beixiao recently?"

"Such a beautiful day, why did Master think of him again?"

In the Eternal Demon Palace, thousands of lights are brightly lit all night, Yue Qingchen lies on his back in the middle of a beauty couch, his long black hair hangs down on the pillow with the fragrance of Fang's bath, he stirs it time after time Rubbing the hair of the young man beside him, he frowned slightly and said, "I just thought of it suddenly, I didn't have time to ask back then, what happened to him and brother Hengwu?"

"Never mind what's going on with them," Jun Changye grabbed the hand that was messing with his hair, pressed it on the pillow with his backhand, then leaned over to Yue Qingchen, rubbed his lips against his ear a few times, and said hoarsely: "I miss you again, okay?"

Yue Qingchen sighed, and began to have a headache, why no matter what he said, this guy could be attracted here, but just as he was about to refuse, the other party seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes lit up, and he immediately got up from him , rummaging through boxes and boxes to find something.

No matter how good his interest was, Yue Qingchen changed to a comfortable sleeping position and lay on his side, looking at him, and said disconsolately, "What are you looking for?"

Jun Changye hesitated for a moment, as if he felt a little ashamed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I kept the tiger whip in the snow mountain last time. I forgot to use it before. I don't know where it went."

Yue Qingchen was almost annoyed by him, wishing he could laugh three times on the spot: "Master Mozun, do you think you are not good enough?"

Jun Changye glanced at him cautiously, and said sullenly, "Then...why don't you like it?"

"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not," Yue Qingchen waved his hand, "If we change it, maybe I will like it."

Jun Changye climbed onto the bed lightly, lay down next to him, and said with a bit of aggrieved heart: "I...actually, I can do it."

Yue Qingchen looked at his face, shook his head speechlessly again, simply leaned up to kiss him, patted his waist and said: "Come on."

Confused, Yue Qingchen vaguely heard Jun Changye gasping in his ear: "Master...I...remember...Demon King once...drank...drunk and said... At that time, he was in the mountains...sleeping...sleep soundly...well...then he was awakened by Mr. Hengwu's flute...he was...curious...so he went out to have a look...it turned out...maybe the method was wrong ...provoked... so many things."

It turned out to be like this, Yue Qingchen thought a little absentmindedly.

Lord Hengwu's sword name "Jinghong" was taken by his father Luo Yunshen himself, probably from "Jinghong Zhaoying".

The old man's eyes were vicious, and he saw at a glance that this son's future was limitless, but his temper was meek, and he valued love and righteousness too much, so he borrowed some meaning from the name of the sword, reminding him not to be burdened by trivial matters.

Unexpectedly, Hong didn't wake up, but instead disturbed a century-old dream of a big strange bird.

After that, his life was rough, and he was tired of love after all. This is another story.

Having said that, this kid is obviously on top, why is he panting harder than him? Does he really need a tiger whip?