After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

"Are you threatening me?"

Lu Xian turned sideways, the smile on his lips gradually widened, but the look in his eyes became more and more cold: "Do you think anyone will believe your words?"

The snowflakes in the corridor fluttered a little on Ji Shubai's eyebrows, and slowly melted away, condensing into drops of water. He walked into the house with a calm expression, and a cold voice came into Lu Xian's ears: "Xin Or if you don’t believe it, you will know the result if you tell it, what do you think?”

For a moment, Ji Shubai felt a burst of murderous aura, but it subsided quickly. Gu Qingyun walked in with a pot of light yellow soup in his hand, saw two people standing in the corridor, his eyes lit up instantly, and said: "You guys What are you doing standing outside? Come inside, it’s too cold in winter, I’ve made a pot of warm soup.”

Lu Xian deepened his smile, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared instantly. He inserted the small green fan into his waist, took the soup from Gu Qingyun's hand, and walked into the house.

Gu Qingyun could clearly feel that Ji Shubai's face flashed an unknown emotion after hearing his voice, but he quickly returned to his original expressionless appearance.

He couldn't figure out what happened between the two of them, so he didn't care. He just put the soup in his hand into a bowl and handed it to the two of them.

Lu Xian didn't stay here any longer, and left after drinking the soup, leaving only Gu Qingyun and Ji Shubai.

Snowflakes fell on the ground, rendering everything outside the house pure and innocent.

Ji Shubai lowered his eyes and said, "Master and Lu... Yun Zhongjun are very familiar?"

"He has a weird personality. I have known him for many years, and we have a good relationship." Gu Qingyun thought for a while, and gave such an answer.

This is the true thought in his heart. He has known Lu Xian for a long time, but sometimes when he sees him, he still acts as if he has never known him. Pointing fingers, but Lu Xian only watched quietly, never interfering in such matters.

This is not to say that he can't beat that demon cultivator, killing that demon cultivator is just a matter of waving his hand, but he never raises his sleeves, as if it is an extremely troublesome thing.

Now, Lu Xian could obviously deal with those who bullied Ji Shubai, but he never did it. Instead, he turned a corner and came to Gu Qingyun to help him out.

So Gu Qingyun didn't know what Lu Xian was thinking, they had known each other for many years, and their relationship could not be called close, nor could they be called distant, so the relationship between the two could only be called average.

"What's the matter? Why did you mention him suddenly?" Gu Qingyun glanced at the other party suspiciously.

Ji Shubai's face was pale, hesitant to speak, but then he shook his head and said: "...it's nothing."

With such a look, it was obvious that something happened to him. Gu Qingyun thought that he would not be "fooled" by the other party, so he squatted down and said seriously: "What happened?"

Day two.

The snow outside has condensed into ice, and the day after it snows is often colder than the snow day. Lu Xian got up early, and today he is wearing green clothes, and even his shoes are green. The whole person is like a tall and straight cucumber, with a big red cloak on it, which makes his appearance even more bizarre.

But he didn't realize it, after eating something, he walked leisurely on the snow to the tea house, he has no hobbies, and going to the tea house to drink tea in the morning is still the habit of a mortal.

There were a lot of people in the teahouse today, and the seats were already full when he came, but his arrival still caused some people to turn their attention to him, and their eyes were suddenly "amazed" by his strange clothes, and then Silently moved away.

When Lu Xian saw Gu Qingyun in the teahouse, his expression was as usual. When the other party invited him, he even lowered his head and laughed out loud. He shook the folding fan in his hand, went to sit opposite Gu Qingyun and said, "Why did you come here on purpose today to find me?" ?”

Gu Qingyun clenched the teacup in his hand, his fingertips were a little pale, but his face was still calm, he fixedly looked at Lu Xian in front of him and said, "Where were you when the Ji family was destroyed by the demons?"

Lu Xian looked puzzled and said with a smile, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I checked your whereabouts. Back then, you were not in the Xuantian sect. The mission you went to happened to be at Ji's family. Ji's family encountered demons, and you just left Ji's family. The time is just a little bit different. "Gu Qingyun looked at the young man in front of him with a calm expression.

The faint smile on the corners of Lu Xian's lips finally subsided, he put the folding fan in his hand on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gu Qingyun: "Sometimes why bother about these things, the affairs of the Ji family have nothing to do with you what relationship?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing again: "Don't worry, you just need to know that I have no connection with the demons."

Gu Qingyun frowned slightly and remained silent.

Lu Xian drank the tea in his hand: "Are you wondering why those old things have doubts, but they don't say a word?"

Gu Qingyun did have doubts about this.

Lu Xian showed a mysterious smile: "Because I have a secret book in my hand, which can make people become immortals. Do you want to read it?"

Hearing this remark, Gu Qingyun's eyes widened involuntarily.

Nowadays, although immortal cultivators are called immortals in the eyes of ordinary people, immortal cultivators are still called immortal cultivators. They have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, and also have more ability to go to heaven and earth, but immortal cultivators will also die, so the only immortal cultivators The goal is to fly to immortality.

Now the longest-lived cultivator is Immortal Wuji, who is more than three hundred years old and has witnessed the birth and fall of a dynasty. He is still practicing diligently, so that he can live one more day for himself.

Sometimes everyone will doubt, flying to become a fairy, does that really exist?

According to the records in ancient books, flying across to become an immortal has already happened in ancient times. Immortals can have the ability to move mountains and fill seas, they can have a lifespan comparable to the sky, and more importantly, they can do whatever they want without any constraints. Many immortals Although they have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, who would want to turn into dust when the lifespan is approaching?

But becoming an immortal is already an ancient thing, Gu Qingyun looked at the person in front of him who was talking about it seriously, and couldn't help laughing: "Since you can become an immortal, why don't you go yourself?"

How could he give up this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity?

In the bottom of his heart, he already thought that the other party was joking, and those so-called secrets of becoming a fairy were just a fantasy that the other party pulled out.

Lu Xian seemed to answer Gu Qingyun's doubts, and said with a smile: "How do you know I didn't go?"

He did not say what the results of the trial were.

Gu Qingyun remained silent.

Lu Xian opened the folding fan to cover the corners of his lips, revealing only a pair of squinted eyes: "Not everyone has the talent to fly to immortality, there are very few people with top talents in this world, except In addition to talent, I have only seen two people who have combined the two into one in all these years."

Gu Qingyun wondered in his heart, thinking that this person only lived a few years longer than him, why did it seem like he lived longer than him.

He didn't ask the other party who those two were. He was born in a family of immortal cultivators. To him, cultivating immortals was more like a task. He could rest only after the task was completed. Now there is no one restraining him, so flying to become an immortal is more important to him. In other words, it's just unimportant things.

It's just that the people in front of me are used to seeing hundreds of people being killed by the demons alive, and they turn a blind eye to this, but Gu Qingyun can't do it.

As if he knew what was going on in the other party's mind, Lu Xian curled his lips and said: "All living beings have their own destiny, so how can I forcefully interfere? Instead of paying too much attention to the things around you.”

Gu Qingyun frowned slightly.

"Why are you cultivating immortality?"

"... Punishing the evil and promoting the good." He said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. Punishing the evil and promoting the good was formed by the acquired education, and the reason why he cultivated immortals was because his family was a family of immortals. Everyone is cultivating immortality, and as his status rises, there are not many people who can hold him back, and they become more and more lazy.

Lu Xian seemed to have seen through the thoughts in his heart, an unpredictable look flashed across his face, and said with a smile: "Then you are really great.

He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, stretched lazily, and said, "Since you are cultivating immortals, why should you care so much about the people or things around you?"

After speaking, he shook the folding fan in his hand with a half-smile, and walked outside the teahouse. Snowflakes fell on Lu Xian's long black hair, and his red robe was stained with a thin layer of white snow. Gradually, his figure disappeared among the crowd.

Gu Qingyun did not expect that it would be the last meeting between him and Lu Xian.

In the next few years, Lu Xian seemed to have disappeared, but Ji Shubai's cultivation base grew extremely fast, not only his cultivation base increased, but he also gradually lost his original frailty and thinness.

It's just that this young man is too cold. Apart from cultivation, Gu Qingyun has never seen him reveal other interests and hobbies. In the eyes of others, Ji Shubai seems to be excellent in everything, but Gu Qingyun knows that this person is very afraid of thunder.

The day when the secret was known, it was a thunderstorm day, and the sect master was crossing the tribulation. Many disciples went to see the master crossing the tribulation from afar, to gain some experience for their future training.

That day Gu Qingyun was sleeping in a daze, and felt some movement coming from beside him. In the past, there was a restriction in this room, except for a few specific people who could enter, so Gu Qingyun quickly guessed who the person came in.

"...What's wrong with you?" Gu Qingyun saw him trembling slightly but pretending to be calm, and he could almost guess what was going on.

"Master..." Ji Shubai's tone was extremely hoarse, and accompanied by the sound of raindrops outside the window, he seemed a little pitiful.

"...The day Ji's family encountered the demons, there was also such a heavy rain, there was thunder outside the house, and there were corpses all over the ground." His voice became lower and lower, which reminded Gu Qingyun of his life experience, a little She patted his head pityingly.

That night when he held Ji Shubai in his arms, the other party held the corner of his clothes tightly, which made Gu Qingyun a little unaccustomed, but once he took the other party's fingers away, Ji Shubai would wake up immediately, feeling a sense of loss and bewitched. Looking at herself with abandoning eyes, in the end Gu Qingyun had no choice but to give up, and just fell asleep in a daze until dawn.

On the second day, when the sky was still slightly bright, there was a lot of movement outside. Daotong knocked on the door in a panic and said, "Elder, something big has happened!"

Gu Qingyun opened the door with bare feet, and when Dao Tong saw that there was still a person lying on the bed, his whole body trembled, and he almost forgot what he wanted to say.

"Why panic?!"

After hearing Gu Qingyun's calm and composed voice, Dao Tong calmed down a little, but his behavior was still a little flustered, and he said in a fearful tone: "Elder, the head of the sect...he passed away."

Gu Qingyun's movements of dressing were a little stiff, he pursed the corners of his lips, put on his clothes and said: "Then go to the main hall."

Such a movement naturally awakened Ji Shubai. His glazed eyes looked in Gu Qingyun's direction. For a moment, he felt that the other party was looking at him, but after thinking about it, he realized how much he was thinking. up.

He didn't care about Ji Shubai who was in a slightly depressed mood, but followed Daotong to the main hall.

After the death of a cultivator, his body often disappears into the dust of all things. The same is true for the head of the sect. The Xuantian sect cannot be without a master for a day. When Gu Qingyun came to the main hall, most of the elders had already gathered here to discuss who should be the master. To succeed the next leader.

It was supposed to be a matter for everyone to fight for, but this time everyone started to refuse, and there were only a few reasons-not enough ability, old age, others are more suitable.

"I heard that there has been a lot of movement in the devil world recently, and it seems that there will be a big battle soon." A friend came to Gu Qingyun's side to help him out.

The founder of the Xuantian sect once said that since you are the head of the sect, you should be responsible for your disciples and the common people. If you can't even take on this small responsibility, then what use is the head of the sect to you? !

Each generation of heads has carried out this responsibility very well, and this concept has always been deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone in the Xuantian sect, so the elders are now hesitant to take this position.

If anyone becomes the head of the sect, he must first take on the heavy responsibility. On the way to confront the demon world, he must be prepared to take the lead. Therefore, the position that he had been thinking about on weekdays suddenly became cold.

But after all, someone still sat in that position. Even though there is a lot of movement in the devil world now, and there is a danger of fighting, the position of head is still enticed by some people.

Maybe not at war?

After all, this can only be a good sustenance.

The falling leaves are covered with ice and the trees are full of shade. Suddenly, the autumn wind is bleak, and the outside of the window becomes covered with silver. Soon, six years pass away silently.

There have been many confrontations with the demons in these years, but Lu Xian never showed up at this moment, as if he had never appeared in this world, and there was no trace at all.

He has also dealt with some confrontations with the demons in these years, and sometimes he has not returned to the Xuantian sect for two years.

This time Gu Qingyun was summoned back by the sect, and the reason was because the head of the sect had died again and again.

Yes, in the past six years, five of the sect masters have died, and suddenly no one cares about the position of sect master that was still being fought for.

Each generation of heads has done a good job, but the change of heads has been unusually fast in the past few years, as if cursed, causing this position to become extremely uninterested for a while.

Gu Qingyun roughly guessed the reason for calling him back this time, even though he had a bit of a headache, he didn't want to escape.

The stairs in front of the main hall have also become depressed this year, and the ground is at least tidy on weekdays. This time, there are fallen leaves floating from the surrounding area, layered on the ground, and the soles of the shoes step on it, and there is a hoarse sound.

Standing in the middle of the stairs was a young man wearing a black robe, like an unsheathed sword, with a sharp aura all over his body. Now this man is holding the sword in both hands and leaning against the stone railing.

Gu Qingyun sensed the aura fluctuations on his body, felt a little familiar, but didn't think much about it, until when he passed by him, his arms tightened, and he looked sideways, his eyes bumped into the glazed eyes of the other party.

"You..." An answer crossed his mind, and the other party raised his brows slightly, but there was no movement in his eyes.

He said clearly: "Master, long time no see."