I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

Qin Chiyu suddenly heard Lu Wanxian agree, and couldn't believe it: "Really, really?"

"Really." Lu Wanxian said with certainty, "No matter what the situation is, I will give you an incense stick of time to explain it."

"Princess Lu, are you a little less defensive? What if I go crazy? What if someone else becomes like me? What if, what if some bad person takes me away?" Qin Chiyu couldn't help it. He listed all the possibilities that were not good for him with Lu Wanxian. In fact, this was also the reason he could think of for suddenly betraying his master and falling into the devil's way in the last life.

Lu Wanxian nodded and said with a smile: "Well... there are these possibilities, but what I promise you is that I will give you a stick of incense time to explain. Believe it or not, it's up to me."

Qin Chiyu scratched his head: "So that's how it is. Then, if I was taken over by bad guys, and suddenly I was going to be unfavorable to Lu Xianzhang, what should I do?"

Lu Wanxian thought for a while: "Since you are not explaining, I don't have to listen, I just hit you."

"Ah, yes." Qin Chiyu was overwhelmed by Lu Wanxian's careful thinking, "Then I can rest assured."

Lu Wanxian chuckled: "You worry too much, you should worry about whether your own cultivation level is enough to cope with the Four Seas Ranking Tournament."

"I don't worry about it. With Lu Xian here, there must be a way for me to enter the top [-]." Qin Chiyu looked at Lu Wanxian with a smile on his eyes.

"Oh? Didn't you say you don't need me to teach you?"

"I mean, I don't need it just to thank you." Qin Chiyu walked around half a circle in high spirits, avoiding the frontal threat of Xianyu Sword, and said with a smile, "But, for the revitalization of Wanhua Mountain's foundation, Lu Xianchang should take me to Yuanying !"

"You can talk." Lu Wanxian looked at him with a smile, slowly raised his sword, drew a half arc on the ground, and said, "Then come, I will take you to the Nascent Soul."

If Qin Chiyu could be given another chance, he would definitely not say such bastard words as "Princess Lu, please take me to the Nascent Soul". In the next half an hour, Qin Chiyu realized what hellish torture and devilish training are.

Lu Wanxian's sword moves were fatal, and every move forced him to death. He always had the illusion that as long as he relaxed a little, he would be poked into a hornet's nest by Lu Wanxian.

"Slap"!

Sweat slid down his cheeks and down his chin, drop by drop into the ground in front of his feet.

Qin Chiyu leaned forward and kicked backwards with one foot, narrowly dodging the sword edge that sliced ​​across his head. Lu Wanxian's next move was quickly pressed, and he had to lean forward and lose his balance. Get down on the ground.

Thinking back when Han Xijian told him that he and Lu Wanxian had a flying sword competition and was so beaten that he could barely get up, Qin Chiyu still laughed at him for being so useless as a swordsman.

Now, the person who couldn't get up was replaced by Qin Chiyu himself.

"Get up and continue." Lu Wanxian said coldly.

Qin Chiyu tried to kick the ground twice, but he couldn't get up. He also felt ashamed, but Lu Xianchang was very gentle before, why is he so fierce now? !

"Princess Lu, I can't get up..."

"You can't get up, right? Then I'll nail you to the ground?" Lu Wanxian smiled, and pointed the flying sword with two fingers, where the white light flashed, and the sharp edge formed by the sword energy pierced the back of Qin Chiyu's neck.

He was so frightened that he moved to the side suddenly, only to feel that the blade of the sword brushed the aorta on the side of his neck and plunged into the ground.

This is not a joke, if he was a little slower, blood might really be spattered on the spot right now.

Qin Chiyu gritted his teeth, propped his elbows on the ground, and barely raised his head:

"Princess Lu, huh... what do you mean?"

He played so hard from the beginning, if he didn't believe in Lu Wanxian's character, Qin Chiyu would suspect that what he said just now to explain the time to him was all a lie to him.

He was even a little shaken in his heart, did he ask too much just now, which aroused Lu Wanxian's suspicion, otherwise why would he make such a murderous move every step of the way.

Under the afternoon sun, in the forest clearing, the water-colored elder clothes fluttered slightly with the wind. Lu Wanxian stretched out his hand, and the flying sword returned to his palm with a "swish". He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Qin Chiyu. A man among immortals, he can't see the slightest killing intent.

Qin Chiyu was confused.

"The first thing I teach you is that you must throw yourself away when you are fighting." Lu Wanxian held the flying sword in his hand, the flying sword did not touch the palm of his hand, and was only controlled by spiritual power, hovering steadily In mid-air, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Qin Chiyu, "You must be single-minded in battle. You have to forget who you are and who I am, so that you can use your full strength, understand?"

Qin Chiyu felt enlightened: "Understood!"

"Then come again." Lu Wanxian opened his palm, and the flying sword trembled endlessly, like a sword about to leave the string.

"Wait, then can I ask one more question." Qin Chiyu hurriedly said.

"ask."

"When Lu Xian swung his sword, he also forgot who he was, did he forget who I am?"

"of course."

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Xianchang's killing move was not aimed at Qin Chiyu, but at his opponent.

The opponent might be Sheng Qianqiu, Sheng Jiuxiao, Xuantian Cult Master, Jianwei Daoist, or Da Luo Jinxian. It doesn't matter who he is, what matters is that he is the opponent.

The greatest respect for an opponent is to forget who the opponent is.

Go all out.

Qin Chiyu closed his eyes, cut off visual interference, and gradually returned to his original mind in the dark, pure and focused, forgetting all kinds of thoughts, and the wavering in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He is not Qin Chiyu, he is not the reincarnation of the Fallen, and he is not a survivor of Yelan Kingdom.

He doesn't have to be afraid of being found out about the existence of the memory cloud, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to reciprocate his love, he doesn't have to waste time in the dilemma of not being able to avenge Sheng Qianqiu, and he doesn't have any extreme feelings for the cultivation world.

His heart, gradually, became free.

Qin Chiyu opened his eyes again, the dark pupils were filled with pure fighting spirit, calm, direct, and focused.

Lu Wanxian also collected his energy, and he will repay his opponent with his greatest respect—going all out.

……

……

……

This is a hearty battle!

Every ounce of Qin Chiyu's potential was stimulated under the threat of death. He exploded with stronger spiritual power, moved more quickly, and moved more neatly.

The sky changed from bright to dark, and the branches and leaves that were broken by the true energy kept falling in the pine forest, gradually accumulating a thick layer, and the grass blades on the ground were also cut to pieces, exposing patches of bare land.

"Okay, that's it for now." Lu Wanxian took back the flying sword and put it in the bag of treasures.

Qin Chiyu played very comfortably, every pore of his body was filled with fighting spirit, and his meridians were stirred again and again by the blazing fire spirit. At this time, it was smooth and refreshing, like taking a hot bath.

He knelt down on one knee, his body was slightly pressed forward, his chin was raised, his forehead was wet and his hair was brushed aside, exposing his entire cheek, showing his heroic spirit.

The violent breathing made his chest rise and fall, sweat had soaked the front and back of the dress, and the inner jacket was tightly stuck to his body, and he didn't even notice it.

The slender arms hanging by the side protruded downwards, with their fingers clenched into fists, their joints pressed against the ground, supporting the weight of the upper body, and the shoulders tilted to one side as a result.

It is obviously a weak posture, but there is an imposing manner that a sharp sword is about to come out, and a dragon is about to rise.

Lu Wanxian knew that he had broken through certain limits, so he didn't feel tired.

At this time, it is time not to advance aggressively, but to relax and consolidate the existing breakthrough.

"Stop fighting?" Qin Chiyu was still indulging in the ultimate experience just now, and still eagerly stared at Lu Wanxian.

"Well, let's practice here today. While you are still awake, I will tell you one more thing. When you go back, don't forget to assist in the cultivation of Xiao Zhou Tian. Now Han Xijian can run 720 Xiao Zhou Tian at a time, you know?" Lu Wan Xian laughed.

"What do you mean I'm still sober? Let me tell you, I don't have any problems now, and I can still—" Qin Chiyu suddenly stopped, and he found that he couldn't stand up.

"Again?" Lu Wanxian raised his eyebrows.

"Strange, strange, why is it so heavy..." Qin Chiyu tried to prop himself up with his arms, but suddenly he gave up his strength, and there was a limp feeling, like soup cakes that had been boiled for half an hour, so soft that they stuck together. The light slipped out of the ground.

Lu Wanxian walked up to Qin Chiyu, put one hand on his arm, and helped him up.

"What, what's going on here? Look at my legs! Why are they shaking so much!" Qin Chiyu could hardly stand on his feet, and with a little effort they shook like chaff. The sensation came up from the soles of the feet, and the legs were as heavy as lead, and they could not move.

"That's all." Lu Wanxian said with a smile, "I'll take you back."

At this moment, Qin Chiyu has returned from the fighting state to the normal state, and all kinds of emotions and emotions are back to normal. When he heard that Lu Wanxian wanted to hug him, he immediately refused: "No, I, I can walk back!"

Just kidding, although he doesn't have the strength to protect Immortal Lu, he is not weak enough to need Immortal Lu to hug him, right?

Lu Wanxian watched him go with a smile.

Qin Chiyu tried twice, but decided to find a compromise.

He pointed to the fallen branch by the forest: "Chang Xianchang, I want to use that to prop up, can you pick it up for me?"

"Okay." Lu Wanxian supported Qin Chiyu with one hand, and stretched his other hand into the air. A small wind swept the branches and flew towards them. Under Qin Chiyu's surprised eyes, Lu Wanxian tore off the small branches on the branches several times. He and Ye Zi cleaned it into a qualified crutch and handed it to Qin Chiyu.

"The spiritual power of the wind element is really useful." Qin Chiyu couldn't help admiring.

Lu Wanxian smiled without saying a word.

It's really easy to use, how about blowing you from the Taoist market to the hanging garden back then.

With the support of Lu Wanxian and the help of crutches, Qin Chiyu returned to Wanhua Villa with a disability like a person with disabled legs.

He really didn't have the strength to go back to Jintesi, so he stayed in the guest room of Wanhua Villa to rest.

Lu Wanxian's reminder was correct, Qin Chiyu didn't maintain his energy for long, he got out of the bathtub, lay down on the bed, didn't even bother to dry his hair, and fell asleep.

After this sleep, I slept until noon the next day.

Qin Chiyu hasn't slept so well for a long time, and he hasn't even had a dream. The point is, as a cultivator, he has actually passed the stage where he needs to rely on sleep to recover his energy.

However, it is difficult to say whether he fell asleep or passed out.

"Ah...comfortable." Qin Chiyu stretched his body, "Ouch—" the muscles all over his body stiffened together, stretched by him, stretched out cracklingly, that unspeakable soreness, and uncomfortable It's cool.

After stretching, Qin Chiyu straightened up like a carp, sat cross-legged neatly, and began to adjust his spiritual power.

Isn't it just 720 little Zhoutians, Han Xi can see anything, what can't he do!

Qin Chiyu thought happily after eating Lu Xianchang's small stove.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Lang Weixian for mine x3 and WEREWOLF-J for mine x2.

Thank you Ye Da for taking me to fly irrigation nutrient solution +17, timid as a rabbit irrigation nutrient solution +3.