The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

Clear skies and snow.

The petals seemed to be attracted by the tea drinker under the plum tree, and the petals fell on his black gown and waterfall-like blue silk in pieces by the wind, seemingly unmelting snow.There was a particularly naughty one that swirled and fell into the sapphire cup on the table, causing almost invisible ripples on the light yellow tea.

The slender fingers like white jade pinched the teacup and brought it to the spotless and red lips, but paused the moment he was about to touch it.

Those thin lips first showed a smile like spring water, then opened slightly, and the overflowing voice was like a soft wind, lightly brushing the listener's heart.

"Fashioned?"

Looking at Shen Zhihan's back, Mo Ning took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down: "Yes."

Shen Zhihan put the teacup on the table, then turned around with a smile: "Are you still tired?"

Mo Ning lowered his eyes, shook his head and said, "I'm not tired anymore."

In fact, I wasn't tired before, but when I saw Uncle Lu and Master talking in the hallway during sword practice, I felt uncomfortable and sour for some reason.

The favored children of the Mo family like to act like a spoiled child to their elders, and the children who cry have sweets. Mo Ning has always understood it, but he disdains it.

But in front of the master, he found that he was driven by this strange sourness to act coquettishly without any psychological barriers.

So Mo Ning thought for a while, then raised his head and added with a smile: "Master still loves Aning the most."

Shen Zhihan called the man closer with great relief, straightened his clothes for him, and was about to speak, when a very clear and melodious bird song suddenly came from outside the plum grove.

He paused, then looked in the direction of the sound source.

Mo Ning was curious, and subconsciously asked, "Master, is that your bird?"

Shen Zhihan shook his head slowly, and said with a light smile, "No...it's the favorite pet of a friend of my teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue phoenix came floating through the forest, with a crown feather on its head, shining brightly, its tail feathers were slender and soft, and its whole body was full of soft aura.

It came through the flowers, but did not touch a complete plum blossom.Shen Zhihan stretched out his right hand, and Qingluanniao lowered his head slightly, and put a piece of blue letterhead in his mouth in his palm.

"Thanks a lot."

Shen Zhihan put the letterhead on the table and raised his hand to touch its crown and feathers.The blue phoenix chirped a few times lightly, rubbed his palm very affectionately, and then fluttered away again.

Mo Ning had never seen such a beautiful bird before, and it was not until the other party had disappeared that he finally regained his composure and asked, "Master, is this the legendary beast Qingluan?"

Shen Zhihan nodded: "Yes."

The letterhead on the case was the same color as the sapphire tea set, and it was particularly harmonious against the light wooden case. Mo Ning guessed at just one glance that this set of tea set was probably also a gift from the owner of the letter.

But seeing Shen Zhihan tearing apart the snow-white silk ribbon on the letter paper, a light fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus ink overflowed from it and penetrated into the tip of their noses.

"Ha, the blue bird has a letter from Yunwai."

Shen Zhihan let out a low laugh, and a cluster of osmanthus flowers caught in the letterhead appeared on his fingertips.

Unfolding the letter paper, one can see a few lines of clear ink characters with extremely fine gold powder. Although it is running script, it is very correct, which shows that the writer is very serious about this letter.

"My friend Qingyun,

Three months later, the latitude and longitude will be broken, and I will sweep the couch and cook tea, and you can slowly arrive. "

"A-Ning," Shen Zhihan closed the letterhead, and said with a smile, "Yesterday I taught you the art of controlling the sword, but now you have learned it?"

Mo Ning replied: "Yes, I have learned."

Shen Zhihan stroked his wet, soft black hair: "Then you go to the scripture building and call your Uncle Qingxuan."

The boy immediately nodded obediently: "Yes."

Seeing the back of the boy leaving, Shen Zhihan rolled up his sleeves, and a piece of silver-edged letterhead appeared on the desk out of thin air.

"Abandon my feathers, my friend,

Recently, my junior and younger sister each accepted one apprentice. If I want to invite the two to participate in the meeting, I should go early so that I can talk with Jun Bingzhu as soon as possible. "

He put down the ink pen in his hand, and then dexterously flipped it with his fingers, and a paper crane took shape immediately.

The red lips parted slightly, and a mouthful of aura filled the whole body of the silver-white paper crane. Seeing that it seemed to be given life, its wings fluttered, and it flew away in the direction that the blue bird left.

If we say that the most elegant person in the world is Fang Qiyu, the master of Jingwei Xue Gongshan.

Speaking of which, I met him because Fang Qiyu mistook him for an old friend, but the moment Shen Zhihan knew his name, he made up his mind to become friends with this mountain chief—he is also one of the six incarnations of the male protagonist. one.

Jingwei Academy, if we use a word that Shen Zhihan is familiar with to explain, it can probably be equated with "university".

In addition to teaching practitioners, the school also specially set up a branch school to accept mortal students. Coupled with the extremely high quality of teaching, Jingwei Academy is a world-renowned existence in both immortal and mortal worlds.

But the reason for the Laurel Festival is because there is a Ten Thousand Years Osmanthus in the Immortal Department of the Academy.

Legend has it that this fairy Guixian developed his spiritual wisdom by listening to books for a thousand years in the school, and he transformed into a physical form by practicing for a thousand years. The deputy head of Jingwei Academy.

The so-called Guild Gathering Conference is a grand gathering where disciples of the same generation will be gathered every hundred years and judged according to their strength.If you can win the first place, you can get a piece of laurel branch and a treasure from this osmanthus fairy.

In the last meeting, Shen Zhihan, representing Wuweizong, won the first place.At that time, he had just formed the alchemy, and the treasure he got was the current Saber Qionghua.

But this time, it is said that the reward is the soul-fixing orb that can fix the soul of the cultivator.

Mo Ning's cultivation is the lowest now, and his strength is not enough to hide one-sixth of the hero's immortal soul power. On the road, he might just be a big light bulb that attracts ghosts and ghosts. It would be good to have a soul-fixing pearl to protect him.

And Shen Zhihan thought, if he wanted to bring together the six scattered souls of the hero, it would be better to have this bead to help him than nothing.

As for the first?

——He doesn't believe that the male protagonist can't get the first place!

In the last Guigui Conference, if Lu Zhilan hadn't been injured by Han Nianpi's fall from Qingjing Peak, he wouldn't have been the one to participate, let alone won the first prize!

After thinking wildly for a while, Shen Zhihan raised his eyebrows with one hand on his cheek.

Zuowangfeng is the closest to Jinglou, even if Mo Ning wandered slowly, he should go back and forth. Why hasn't he come back yet?

He closed his eyes slightly, and finally activated the power of his consciousness, which he seldom used, to sense the position of the little apprentice.

If you don't check, you will find that there is no one in the scripture building, but the aura that obviously belongs to Mo Ning has appeared in the forbidden area.

——Why did this little ancestor run there! ! !

Shen Zhihan got up "squeaky", dragged a piece of cloud and went straight to the forbidden place.

Under the mountain range where Wuwei Sect is located, there is a complete spiritual vein.

It stands to reason that the place where the spiritual energy is most concentrated should be the residence of the head sect and several apprentices, but the core of Wuwei sect is in the forbidden area.

Shen Zhihan only remembered that since he was brought back to the Wuwei Sect by his master, it was a forbidden place that no one could set foot in.

When he first learned how to control the sword, he didn't believe in evil. He went to explore once, but he was discovered by the master before he stepped on the ground, and he directly took it to the scripture building and copied the scriptures for seven days and seven nights.

From then on, Shen Zhihan remembered that this place must never be visited!

But in a short time, he landed on the forbidden peak, and saw Mo Jing standing quietly under a tree covered with ice crystals, motionless, as if in a daze.

"A-Ning!" Shen Zhihan walked over quickly and said anxiously, "This is a forbidden place, follow me and leave as soon as possible!"

Hearing his voice suddenly, the young man shook his shoulders and turned around as if waking up from a dream, but Mo Yu's eyes were full of astonishment.

"Master, Master..." He stared closely at Shen Zhihan's face, but raised his hand and pointed behind him, and said with difficulty, "The person lying there...why is it so similar to you?"