The No. 1 blue face in the world of comprehension

"Master, Master..."

"Ok?"

Shen Zhihan sat at the stone table, resting his chin with one hand.

The untied blue silk is like a waterfall, occasionally kissed by falling flowers, and it also slides down the black hair very quickly, and finally falls on the black robe draped over the snow-white jacket, looking from a distance like a pile of snow.

Mo Ning withdrew his sword, and carefully looked at the former who had been dazed all the time: "Are you okay?"

Since he was called back from Yixin Peak a few days ago, he found that something was wrong with Master.

Judging from the relationship during this period of time, Shen Zhihan looks casual, but he is actually a very careful person in terms of clothing and manners.But since he woke up, he has never tied up his hair, and his clothes are simple and casual all day long.

What's more, a cultivator doesn't need to sleep at all, let alone a boss like Shen Zhihan who is already in the late stage of distraction.But he was sluggish all day long. He had just woken up in the morning, and he dozed off again while watching him practice sword.

Shen Zhihan waved his hand, and then smiled reassuringly at the doubtful little apprentice: "No problem."

...that's weird!

He pretended to rub his forehead, but there was a mouthful of old blood in his chest.

He asked Lu Zhilan to strengthen the barrier to prevent Xie Changliu from quietly appearing on Zuowang Peak, but he never expected that that guy would still be able to enter the dream!

Cultivators usually practice during the day and meditate at night, without sleep at all, but Shen Zhihan is different. How can he change the habits he has kept for more than 20 years in his previous life?

But ever since Shen Xin Mozun left, whenever Shen Zhihan slept, he would dream of the two being together every night!

From Shenxin Palace to Zuowang Peak, from Hongyu Palace to Hot Spring Pool, Xie Changliu forcibly tried all the postures he had seen and never seen before! !

——To say it's lingering is an understatement, in Shen Zhihan's view, it's simply Xie Changliu's unilateral ravage|ravage of him! ! !

The strangest thing is that no matter how much backache and weakness he had in the dream the night before, it will not be reflected in his real body, but will be transformed into a flood of sleepiness, making him want to stand up. doze off.

For example, now, before the sun rises to the mid-heaven, Shen Zhihan is about to fall asleep lying on the stone table again.

The youth's jade-like pupils were full of worry: "If the master is tired, why don't you go to rest first? This disciple can also practice swords by himself."

Shen Zhihan shook his head, then straightened up: "No, no, if you sleep again, you will become a Sleeping Beauty."

Besides, what if he fell asleep and dreamed of Xie Changliu again? ? ?

Sleeping... Sleeping Beauty?

Mo Ning was startled, and saw the other party raised an arm leisurely.

The white and wide sleeves slid down the lotus root arm, and looking up along the well-proportioned and smooth lines of the muscles, one saw the well-articulated finger moved and broke off a plum branch.

There were not many calluses on his hands, and they looked more like hands playing a piano, flute, inscription and painting than hands holding a sword.But Shen Zhihan lowered his head with a smile, and shook the clothes casually on his body, and weighed the flowers in his hands: "Come, let me test how you have learned "Enlightenment Sword" as a teacher."

The moment the black robe slipped from his shoulders to the ground, Shen Zhihan's temperament changed completely.

There are thousands of swords in this world, each with its own personality, but they are all swords.And people like Wuweizong are like spirit swords with different temperaments and strengths. No matter what they look like on weekdays, they always have the strength of a sword inside, but they don't show it easily in front of others.

Looking at him, Mo Ning suddenly had the feeling of seeing the well-groomed master that day.

Before the Golden Core Stage, everyone in Wuwei Sect used wooden swords to learn swords, and Mo Ning was no exception.

But his expression became serious, he held the sword in both hands, pointed down, and saluted respectfully: "Please enlighten me, Master."

Immediately, he solemnly made a standard starting gesture.

Merlin's atmosphere froze instantly.

Shen Zhihan put away his smile in a rare way, his eyes flickered, and when he lifted the flower branch, he stabbed it.

The two met purely with sword moves. The moment the flower branch and the wooden sword intersected, the pure white petals were rolled up by the strong wind, arousing bursts of cold fragrance.

Among the clusters of flowers and branches, there are two figures, one mysterious and one plain, like flying cranes intertwined, each move is simple and unpretentious, but the gestures seem to contain the good fortune of heaven and earth, especially graceful and fierce.

A hint of surprise appeared on Shen Zhihan's face.

As expected, he is one of the incarnations of sword immortals. Even as a child, he can see Mo Ning's talent in swordsmanship.

Huang Jintai Mohists used to use the black bone sickle as a weapon.

Shen Zhihan was fortunate enough to witness it when he was traveling down the mountain in his early years. The sickle is as curved as a crescent moon, the whole body is black, sharp and frightening, and it takes people's lives like mowing grass.But now that I think about it carefully, it doesn't suit Mo Ning.

It would be a pity not to learn swordsmanship with such a talent for swordsmanship.

——Maybe, I will meet Mo Ning, and it is also destined by the sky.

The two of them went through dozens of tricks, and Mo Ning, who had only learned the art for half a month, gradually began to be unable to resist. With a hook of the flower branch, Shen Zhihan lifted the wooden sword in his hand, and the fluttering petals fell to the ground like snowflakes as the strong wind subsided.

"Very good." Shen Zhihan smiled and inserted the flower branch with few petals left in his hand into a thin-mouthed white jade porcelain vase on the stone table, and saw that the already barren flower branch had sprouted buds again, but in the blink of an eye Then the flowers clustered again.

He nodded in satisfaction, and then patted Mo Ning on the shoulder: "The aura has reached the peak of foundation establishment, and the alchemy is just around the corner."

The young man said obediently: "It must be a few days before we can cross the Golden Core Tribulation."

After some competition, it dispelled the drowsy tiredness a lot.Shen Zhihan stretched comfortably: "Not bad, not bad, since that's the case, let's leave tomorrow."

"Master!" Mo Ning looked at the back of the other party who turned away, and suddenly called him subconsciously.

Shen Zhihan yawned halfway, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, but he turned around: "Huh?"

Mo Ning saw that the soft waves in his eyes seemed to sparkle again, and his fair cheeks involuntarily turned red again: "Master, Master, do you want the disciple to be the first?"

"Well..." Shen Zhihan pretended to be thinking, "My dear disciple, in fact, our sect is very casual, even if you just go sightseeing, it doesn't matter."

"But I heard that Master was the winner of the last Zhegui Conference..." Mo Ning was a little hesitant, Master won the first place, if the disciple didn't win, I'm afraid others would ridicule this master for not teaching well Bar?

"Stupid child," Shen Zhihan laughed, walked back and raised his hand to mess up the boy's hair bun, "As a teacher, you can just compare casually, and you can compare casually, it's just a false name. Even if you can't get the soul-fixing pearl , Master, don’t you have any other treasures to give you?”

Mo Ning pursed his lips, but he had a plan in mind.

The next day, Shen Zhihan woke up very early in the morning, pulling Mo Ning along on the road.

The Jingwei Academy is not far from the Wuwei Sect, and it is not close, the two of them chatted with each other and spent half a day on the road.

Mo Ning had never been to the Academy, so when he found out that he could see a towering osmanthus tree before he could clearly see the outline of the building, he was really startled.

Shen Zhihan explained with a smile: "This is the real body of Guixian Liuxiang, the vice head of the academy."

They came ten days earlier*, so it's not yet time for the academy to become lively.Shen Zhihan pulled the little apprentice, but didn't go through the main entrance, but turned around and flew towards a not-so-high rocky mountain behind the academy.

Unlike the Wuwei sect who planted plums and bamboos all over the place, osmanthus fragrans appeared most frequently in Jingwei Academy.

Below the stone mountain is a lake, like a mirror, dotted with water lilies on the surface of the water. If it weren't for the wind and green curtains hanging from the eaves of the water pavilion, it would be almost suspicious to be in the painting.

The two dispersed the clear clouds in front of the waterside pavilion, Mo Ning raised his head, and saw the three characters "天下清" flying above his head, and looked down again, and saw a folding fan protruding from the curtain of pearls and jade.

Mo Ning was born in Jintai, even if he is an unfavored child, he still has the vision he should have.

The opponent's fan was not unfolded, but he could see that the fan bones were all made of white jade, and the sapphire ice silk fan pendant was exquisitely carved, and a "cold" character could be vaguely seen in the corner, probably a gift from the master.

The folding fan pushed aside the bead curtain, and the first thing that appeared in the sight of the two was a piece of cyan clothes with little decoration, and then the person stepped forward, and it was a jade belt with tassels around it; The placket, and behind it is a plain face.

His long hair was tied up meticulously, and his brows looked a little dull, like a fairy hidden in the clouds and mists in a landscape painting. When he had no expression, he might look a little cold.

But at this moment, with a smile on his face, the whole painting came alive, and peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountains and rivers.

The two watched him step out of the bead curtain, as if he had come to the world from a painting.

"My friend, I have been waiting a long time."