The cub with the fairy ran away

There is a cliff in Little Silver Peak, with formations set up, one can see the vast snowfield beyond Yanqi Mountain.Sometimes Jiang Suilan would drink under the color of snow on the cliff.

The realms of cultivating Taoism in Jiuzhou are divided into the initial state, the entry state, the lost state, the bright state, the transformed state, and the no state.

Generally speaking, the initial state is still a mortal, who can get hurt, hurt, get old, and die.Jiang Suilan's current youthful state is due to the continuous supply of pills from Yanqi Mountain.

But for Jiang Suilan, the biggest advantage of the initial state is that he can still get drunk.

Drinking is meaningless if you are not drunk.

The sky above the snow field was full of stars, and the white falcon shot across the night sky like a sharp arrow.

Jiang Suilan took a big gulp of Beifangchun and sighed.When he was drunk, it was the time when he wanted to practice the most.Picking up the Qiuhong sword, Jiang Suilan's snow-blue clothes fluttered in the cold wind, he closed his eyes, and danced the sword freely.

It wasn't the swordsmanship that Yin Huaimeng taught him.

But it is more beautiful and more powerful. It is entangled with the wind, cloud, fog, snow, and air in the world. The spiritual energy flows into his palm along the sword, penetrates into his meridians, and flows to his dantian.There was a mist around Jiang Suilan, like a fairy like a god, as light as snow, as faint as smoke.

His Tao lies in this set of sword techniques, but unfortunately no one knows about it.

"Sui Lan." Yin Huaimeng called him.

Jiang Suilan opened his eyes, dropped his sword, and ran over.

Yin Huaimeng raised her icy hand and touched Jiang Suilan's eyes with her fingertips. She paused and wiped a grain of snow off her eyelashes for him.

"Brother is calling disciples, we will set off when we are ugly." He said.

"So fast?!"

"Just now, the border between Qiping and Ping was broken. This time, the magic cultivator is coming so fiercely that we can't delay it for a moment."

Jiang Suilan looked at Yin Huaimeng for a while, and said, "Master, I want to go with you!"

"Bullshit."

Jiang Suilan said anxiously: "After a few years, without me, what will you do if you suffer backlash?"

"Suilan," Yin Huaimeng smiled, revealing a bit of sarcasm, "Do you think that the backlash of the ruthless way is suppressed by the incident between me and you?"

"I... don't mean that," Jiang Suilan muttered, a little ashamed, "I just want to be by Master's side."

"The front line is dangerous," Yin Huaimeng said, "You can't even protect yourself."

"I will work hard to practice!"

"Suilan, you have said this for a hundred years, and the disciples who started decades later than you have at least entered the country."

Jiang Suilan lowered his eyelids, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, looking very pitiful.

Yin Huaimeng took off his cloak and put it on him, tied the belt for him, kissed him, and said: "Go back and rest earlier, I'm leaving."

"Master," Jiang Suilan grabbed his sleeve, looked into his eyes, and said, "I love you."

Yin Huaimeng seemed to be in a trance for a moment, let out a low "um" and left.

The cliff suddenly became cold and empty.

Jiang Suilan gathered the cloak, and there was still the breath and warmth of the master on it.He buried his face in the furry collar for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, making up his mind.

He put the Qiuhong sword and the unfinished Beifangchun into the Qiankun bag, and ran towards the main peak of Yanqi Mountain.

From Jianzhou Beiyuan to Pingzhou, take a green kite for half a day.

It was noon when we arrived at the junction of Qiping.The demon cultivators were cleaning the battlefield, and the bones of the monks of Xianmen were trampled under their feet.

Yin Huaimeng held the piano behind her back, stood in front of Qing Yuan, frowning at the tragic scene below.

Ba Jian said from the side: "After 300 years of suffering from the Demon Abyss, these demon cultivators have lost their basic humanity."

"The way of heaven does not allow people who have fallen into demons," Yin Huaimeng said indifferently, "The suffering of the devil's abyss is just to make them turn around."

Domineering sword.

Not only did these demon cultivators not look back, but they came back full of hatred.

"It is said that Demon Venerable Kuangyang has not shown up yet."

Demon Venerable is arrogant, as the name suggests, he also has the qualifications.It was him who brought Million Demon Cultivator out of the Demon Abyss.

Ba Jiandao: "This person should not be underestimated. Although he has not shown his face, he must be behind the command of the demon cultivator's actions."

Yin Huaimeng said: "His journey has come to an end."

Ba Jian glanced at Yin Huaimeng.

Because of Yin Huai's dream of cultivating the ruthless way and his indifferent temperament, people all think that he is "lonely" and "alone".But in Ba Jian's view, Yin Huaimeng also has "madness" and "arrogance".

Two hundred miles back, this is where Luo Yinzong and other sects are now stationed.

This is a pale yellow plateau, which is the last line of defense to Pingzhou City.

The overwhelming green kites fell to the ground, and the disciples of Yanqi Mountain, Hanjing Mansion and other sects got off the green kites.

Master Luo Yinzong greeted several immortals who came to help one by one, and introduced them to the current battle situation and the next battle plan.

"Here you are, the morale of our disciples has finally risen. Now is the time for the demon cultivators to show their sharpness. We should not confront them head-on. It is best to dampen their spirit first, interrupt their momentum, and then attack in an all-round way."

Ba Jiandao: "It seems that Venerable Changyu has a plan in mind?"

"Yes," Chang Yu said, "I think..."

The room chief Yu was talking, when Yin Huaimeng suddenly glanced back as if feeling something.

With one glance, he stopped immediately.

Chang Yu: "Uh, what's wrong with Venerable Guqin...?"

Yin Huaimeng's face turned livid, pushed aside the other disciples, and dragged out Jiang Suilan who was hiding inside.He asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Suilan had no way to hide, so he puffed out his chest confidently and said, "I'm coming because the head is ready!"

"you!"

On the cliff of Little Silver Peak, Jiang Suilan thought about it, and felt that he could not wait in Yanqi Mountain safely.Master said that the front line is dangerous, so it is also dangerous for Master.In a few years, he could turn all his hair gray just by worrying.Instead of this, it is better to go to Pingzhou with him at the risk of Master's anger.

Jiang Suilan went to beg the head.

The head of the sect has always supported him and Yin Huaimeng being together.

Sure enough, he agreed to come this time.

Yin Huaimeng let go of his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, since we're here, we'll be treated the same as other disciples, eat and live together, and go to the battlefield together!"

He left Jiang Suilan behind and left without looking back.

The eyes looking at him from all around seemed to feel pity for him.

A blunt junior sister said: "It seems that Guqin Immortal Venerable doesn't like him very much. I really like him. He put his hands in his mouth and left like this..."

The people next to her quickly stopped her.

Jiang Suilan straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened, thinking to himself, how do you people understand that beatings are kisses, scolding or love, and the master is worried about me.

Yin Huaimeng's back was indistinct in front of the team, Jiang Suilan hugged Qiu Hongjian tightly and followed the team slowly.

In the next few days, Yin Huaimeng really did not find Jiang Suilan.

Jiang Suilan gets along with other disciples normally, the main reason is that others don't provoke him, even if they look down on him secretly, because of Venerable Guqin's face, they won't face him face to face.Jiang Suilan's temperament was a bit unscrupulous, and he ate, drank and practiced as usual.

It's just that this plateau is vast and yellow, with flying sand and rocks, and there is nothing good to see.

As the day of the planned counterattack against the demon cultivators draws closer, the demon cultivator team is getting closer and closer to the plateau, and the disciples of the immortal sect are getting more and more nervous.

On this day, Jiang Suilan was drinking and drinking behind a big rock in the shade, when he suddenly heard two footsteps approaching.

One male and one female.

The man said: "Junior Sister, tomorrow you will fight Moxiu, no matter what, Senior Brother will protect you!"

The younger sister said: "Brother, I, I will protect you too!"

Jiang Suilan shook his head with a smile and tilted his head back to drink.

The two talked stickily for a while, but the topic turned to Jiang Suilan for some reason.

The junior sister said: "I don't think Guqin Xianzun really likes Jiang Suilan very much. I always feel that he is a little indifferent to him. Although Guqin is usually cold, how can he treat his lover like this? He doesn't even have a smiling face. I am here I have met Yanqishan a few times, but Jiang Suilan sticks to his master with a shy face."

The senior brother said: "Indeed, junior sister, you started late, so I don't know. More than a hundred years ago, our head took in a closed disciple named Lou Qiongshu, who was three points more delicate and beautiful than Jiang Suilan. The way Venerable Qin treats him, the gentleness, is like a full cup of Chunluo tea, almost overflowing! If you want me to say, that's what I like!"

"Really?" Junior Sister immediately got excited/getting excited, "Then that Uncle Lou, where is he now?"

The senior brother said: "Because of an accident, the body died and the dao disappeared."

"Ah." Junior Sister exclaimed, as if she was sorry for the news.

"If Uncle Lou is still here, how can it be Jiang Suilan's turn. And..." The senior brother said something again, but the voice was too low for Jiang Suilan to hear.

After a while, he heard his junior sister say, "Ah, how pitiful."

Pitiful?who?Are you talking about Jiang Suilan?

Jiang Suilan took a sip of his wine.

He used to know that there was such a Mr. Lou in the door.

It's just that they don't know that Yin Huaimeng has a lot to do with him.

The sun was gradually setting, and the night darkened the sky.

The wind has also become cooler.

After the brothers and sisters left, Jiang Suilan also gathered his clothes and got up.

He stood there in a daze for a moment, then took out the communication jade slip from his pocket and contacted Yin Huaimeng.

"Master..."

Yin Huaimeng's voice was still cold: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Suilan wanted to ask about Master Lou, but felt that it was not good to doubt Master just based on other people's words.So he hesitated for a moment, and only whispered, "I miss you."

Yin Huaimeng was silent for a moment, seeming a little impatient: "Tomorrow is the battle against demons. If you have time, it is better to practice the method of escape, so as not to die on the battlefield, and no one will collect your bones for you."

He cut off the communication.

Jiang Suilan stared blankly at Yu Jian.

When the cold wind blew, he thought a little wronged: Master, in your eyes, do I just run away?

Sad Fangchun drank it all.

Jiang Suilan felt drunk.Holding the Qiuhong sword, he guided the starlight to lift the wind and sand, and in the whirling dance, he split the boulder with his sword.

"This sword is inferior, not worthy of you."

Jiang Suilan turned around suddenly: "Who?"

A person came out of the night, he was dressed in black, with brilliant gold trim, and a mask with bright and strange colors.

He said: "Come with me, I'll give you a better one."

Jiang Suilan said disdainfully: "I don't need it. Also, the Qiuhong Sword is not inferior. This is the sword that Master made for me."

The man smiled and asked, "Master? Which one?"

"Lonely piano."

"Oh," the man said meaningfully, "then you are Jiang Suilan."

"Yes," Jiang Suilan said, "You haven't told me yet, who are you?"

"My name is Wenci Liu."

After one night, the disciples of Xianmen packed up and set off for Qiping Junction.

Standing on the green kite, Yin Huaimeng looked back, but couldn't find Jiang Suilan among the crowd.

Ba Jian asked him: "What's wrong?"

Yin Huaimeng looked away and said, "It's nothing."