Two or three things about Mozun in the words of rebirth

"For the sake of his little emperor, Hua Feixue guarded the frontier all his life, and vowed never to set foot in the imperial court. In the end, he was read a book, saying that he had made great achievements. After the frontier was stabilized, the little emperor gave him a glass of poisoned wine." .”

"His ancestral home is Lin'an. After his death, his ashes were brought back from Mobei by his subordinates and sprinkled in the West Lake. He and the little emperor met for the first time by the West Lake, and he said that he would wait for the little emperor here."

Hua Feixue crossed Erlang's legs, Da Lala sat on the grand teacher's chair, curled her lips, squinted and said: "The little emperor didn't wait, but a little devil."

Ye Changjian gave him a blank look, "The little emperor has already entered the six realms of reincarnation, you can't wait any longer."

Hua Feixue opened the folding fan and shook it, then said nonchalantly, "I know."

"I just don't want to forget him."

When he said this, he lost his usual playful smile, and instead became serious, his brows were calm and serious, no matter how powdered his face was, and as handsome as jade, at this moment, there was only a gloomy loneliness left.

Ye Changjian stopped the thoughts of memories, he just stopped unconsciously, and Xiaohu was sitting at his feet and looking at him.

"Actually, I was quiet when I was a child. It was because of this talkative ghost that my father saw me talking to the air all day long and talking nonsense, so he kicked me out."

He held the torch, took a step forward, and Xiaohu quickly followed him.

"Afterwards, I understood. I'm afraid it's useless. When I meet demons and goblins, I fight with them. If I lose, I will become like them at worst."

Ye Changjian looked calm, with a heartless smile still on his lips.

"arrive."

They had already reached the Baihua Forest Valley, Ye Changjian inserted the torch into the ground, and stepped to the place where the Troll Flower appeared during the day.

He knelt down on one knee, stretched out his left hand close to the ground, an ancient spell of ghosts and immortals appeared on his white arm, and a formation of bleeding red lotus veins appeared under his feet, and the wind howled.

"Where are the Yin soldiers here?"

The grass and trees swayed, Ye Changjian's hair fluttered, and the whistling wind rang for a long time, and finally calmed down.

"Tsk."

Ye Changjian stood up, and patted the grass off his body, "The sword sect of Tangmen beat the demon to death, without giving him a chance, the ghost of the demon flower in the morning is gone."

He pulled out the torch and walked back and forth, "I don't know why the Tang Sect hates monsters so much. Could it be that the monsters have dug their ancestral graves? It would be fun if people in the Tang Sect fell in love with a goblin. "

Ye Changjian imagined that scene, and chuckled, "What do you think we should do?"

Xiaohu waved his tail at him, not knowing what it meant.

Ye Changjian said in a low voice: "Xiaohu, what would Tang Jiangli do if he knew that he was accompanied by a big devil?"

When Xiaohu heard his words, he stopped, turned his head, and looked at him very seriously.

Ye Changjian smiled softly, "I'll probably send him to heaven with a sword."

As soon as the Tang Sect's soul-scattering sword technique is released, the soul will be scattered and ashes will be wiped out when touched.

His chest sank, and Xiaohu had already thrown himself into his arms.

Ye Changjian quickly stretched out his other hand to hug it.

Xiaohu raised his head and stared at him with piercing eyes. There seemed to be many words hidden in his golden eyes.

Ye Changjian grinned and said, "This is the real eyeing tiger!"

Xiaohu was a little dissatisfied with his attitude, grabbed the clothes on his chest with his front paws, straightened up, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips quickly, then jumped to the ground, and ran forward quickly, after a while Then he disappeared.

"Little tiger!"

Ye Changjian quickly chased after him.

Before running half a mile, he collided with a person.

With a "boom", Ye Changjian's forehead hit the man's chin, his body became unstable, and he fell backwards.

The man quickly reached out and hugged him.

Ye Changjian touched his forehead and looked up, "Tang Jiangli, why are you here?"

Tang Jiangli asked back: "Then why are you here?"

Ye Changjian said seriously: "I came to look for my little tiger, but it ran into it again and disappeared!"

Tang Jiangli said: "It is a spirit beast here, it will be fine, go back."

As he spoke, he let go of Ye Changjian, and turned to hold his hand.

Ye Changjian wanted to get rid of it, but Tang Jiangli was so powerful that he held him tightly.

Ye Changjian asked strangely: "Tang Jiangli, why are you still in such good health after being a vegetarian all day long?"

Tang Jiangli said calmly: "There is another part of my body that is also very good, do you want to try it?"

Ye Changjian: ...

He turned his head to look at Tang Jiangli's jealous profile, and said seriously, "Actually, you are a fake Tang Jiangli, right?"

Tang Jiangli glanced at him indifferently, his pale golden eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark night.

Ye Changjian turned his head and looked forward, "Every time I see your eyes, my legs feel weak. Tang Jiangli, you must have been transformed from a monster."

"He's still a monster who cultivates the Dao of Charming!"

He said, feeling that this idea is very possible, so he nodded seriously, "I heard that there is an ancient artifact hidden in the Treasure Pavilion of the Tushan family, the gossip mirror. I will steal it to take a look at you some other day. You show yourself."

"This is really scary and unbelievable. Where did you hide the real Tang Jiangli?"

Ye Changjian turned his head and asked him very seriously.

Tang Jiangli said lightly: "Eat."

"Swallow it in one gulp?"

"Ah."

"You are too cruel!"

Ye Changjian shouted indignantly.

Tang Jiangli turned his head to look at him, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I will take a small bite, and I will eat you slowly."

He showed his white teeth, and said this in a tone of what to eat tonight.

Ye Changjian: ...

Tang Tang Tang... Tang Jiangli is too scary!

I can't beat him!

It was the first time Ye Changjian met someone with a thicker skin than him, who was not afraid of his thick skin.

But how did he know that the person in front of him had actually lived for thousands, tens of thousands of years.

Maybe not even a person.

Tang Jiangli glanced at the expression on Ye Changjian's face indifferently, he looked deflated and was thinking of bad ideas again, very eccentric.He twitched the corner of his lips slightly, and then disappeared again.

When they walked back to the bamboo garden hand in hand, Ye Changjian thought belatedly, why didn't he fly with the sword just now?

However, Tang Jiangli's flying speed seems to be almost the same as his walking speed.

Tang Jiangli let him go, and said calmly: "Rest early, and tomorrow will be the first level of lightning control test."

"Oh."

Ye Changjian was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he groped and climbed onto the bed, rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

The bamboo door was gently closed.

He opened his eyes, jumped out of the bed with a "whoosh", picked up the paper bag that Xiaohu had put on the ground just now, and when he opened it, there was another delicious roast chicken inside.

Ye Changjian sat at the table, tearing off the roast chicken bit by bit, thinking about the countermeasures for tomorrow's Thunder Control Technique.

Gu Nianqing's spiritual power is low, and the pure magic of cultivating immortals may not be effective even if he practices it until he dies. Besides, he is not willing to learn the magic of Yunshuizhiyao.

Although he is extremely stubborn, and the worldly etiquette and dogma are just bullshit in his eyes, he sincerely regards Mr. Ye Duzhou as his master. His teacher is as kind as a mountain, and he will never worship in other sects in his life.

But if you don't pass the test of the elementary thunder control technique, you won't be able to go to the Bright Moon Canyon.He might not need to refine magic weapons, but Li Junyan and Yan Wuyu needed them, and he couldn't leave them alone.

If you don't bribe Tang Jiangli, will he help him?

He still doesn't understand whether Tang Jiangli is teasing him, or...

Ye Changjian was thinking about it restlessly, and the roast chicken under his hands was also torn to pieces.

He came back to his senses when he felt a slight tingling licking sensation on his hand.

"Little tiger?"

Ye Changjian yelled in a low voice, stretched out his light white finger and nodded its round head, "Where did you go just now? I was discovered by Tang Jiangli."

"No, why is Tang Jiangli there in the middle of the night?"

A gust of cold wind blows.

Ye Changjian's back felt cold.

He lowered his head and asked the big white cat on the table, "Xiaohu, don't you think Tang Jiangli is really a monster? Or something like a demon king who has cultivated for thousands of years, it's really scary!"

As he spoke, he quickly stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth to suppress his shock.

Ye Changjian swallowed the chicken, and then asked the big white cat resting on the table, "Xiaohu, I want General Tang to leave the back door for the Lightning Control test tomorrow, you said he will help me?" ?"

"Don't despise me, it's because their spells are so good, I don't want to learn them."

Ye Changjian snorted arrogantly, as if thinking of something, then lowered his head and sighed, "Tang Jiangli was born to conquer me!"

In response, Xiaohu threw himself on his chest, sticking out his tongue to lick off the oil stains on his face bit by bit.

Ye Changjian held it, kissed its head, carried it out, and stopped in the middle of the bamboo forest.

He put Xiaohu on the stone table beside him, bent down casually to pick up a willow branch, and with a flick of his wrist, the limp willow branch instantly transformed into a cold sword.

He turned his wrist lightly, the sword light was dotted, sharp, and suddenly he raised the sword, dancing a set of flowing swordsmanship.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe" stabs four swords quickly, the angle is very tricky and weird, at first glance, this sword technique is not famous, but the sword hides a killer move, and the moves are extremely fierce.

The fallen leaves in the forest are falling one after another, the yellow birds are screaming, and the flying sand and rocks are rustling.His hair moved without wind, and the moonlight and sword light merged into one, making it impossible to tell whether it was the shadow of the sword or a phantom.

After finishing the last move, put away the sword.

A piece of green bamboo leaf stood on the blade.

Ye Changjian picked up the bamboo leaves and threw the cold sword to the ground. The barely audible light of blood passed by, and the cold sword returned to the shape of a willow branch, lying quietly on the ground.