Look up to the sky and laugh out loud

Many readers greeted me yesterday, so happy~ Even the smog in Beijing feels sweeter.

Another: Everyone is afraid of memories of killing and abuse, hey, you have to believe that there will be sweetness, don't be afraid or not.

The voice seemed familiar, the flying footwork was seen before, and the silhouette in white clothes and gold belt was so familiar, He Yan wondered: "Junior Brother?"

But no sound came out.

This body belongs to Lou Lang.

The strong sense of familiarity made He Yan want to turn his head to look at it, but Lou Lang was looking at the sky with his arms on his pillow. He Yan had no choice but to follow the sky.

Lou Lang was lying on a branch of a big tree. Smelling the aroma of wine, he reached out to take it. There was still a little fresh mud on the outer layer of the wine jar, which was wet. Lou Lang said: "Junior brother, the faster you go It's coming faster."

The younger brother said "hmm".

This voice...why does it sound so kind... Sparks exploded from He Yan's scalp.

Lou Lang laughed, held the wine jar with one hand, snapped his fingers and opened the mud seal neatly, raised his head and took a big mouthful, and sighed: "Good wine!"

Drunk and drinking, all in one go, indescribably joyful, He Yan's chest was filled with joy, Lou Lang handed the wine to the person beside him, and called: "Ayi, here you are."

The name is a bit familiar.

He Yan wanted to see Lou Lang's junior more and more.

Lou Lang rested his neck with one hand and was still lying down. He listened to the drinking of the people next to him, smiled slightly, and sighed "good wine" when he was there. Lou Lang finally tilted his head. He was lying down. On the branch next to him, Lou Lang looked up from bottom to top, and stopped on the face of his junior.

I see.

As if being struck by lightning, He Yan froze for a moment, wanted to sit up suddenly, and blurted out: "Master."

The thought of sitting up suddenly was too strong, but his spiritual consciousness was trapped in Lou Lang's body, which made He Yan's spiritual consciousness shoot up to gold stars. He couldn't get up to worship Master, and the other party couldn't hear him calling him Master.

He Yan looked at "Ayi" in disbelief, smiled and handed the wine jar back to senior brother, and said, "How did senior brother know that there is wine under that yard?"

Jin Zhuan Yi should keep his mind clear and not get emotional. He Yan knew all this, but it was too sudden. When Fu Jin Zhuan Yi saw his master unexpectedly, he felt dizzy for a while, and He Yan's mind was shaken.

The master is actually Lou Lang's younger brother, and the master's name is "Yi"?Jie Yi's Yi?

Why is there such an arrangement?

A series of questions jumped out of his head, and during the interval between Lou Lang's speeches, he only had time to figure it out: the master found him to raise him, allowed him to practice spiritualism, and allowed him to refine the soul blade probably because of Lou Lang.

And faintly raised a question-why did the master accept the younger brother Jingyan after him?

"There is a girl in that family who is waiting for her husband. It is customary in this area to have wine as a dowry when marrying a daughter. Look——" Lou Lang raised his eyebrows in front of him, and a family of three passed by not far away. With the newly purchased red paper and red thread, Lou Lang raised his head and took another sip of wine, and handed the wine jar to his junior brother, "His family is about to marry a daughter, let's drink a jar of wine from them, clean up the animals nearby, and clear the way for the little girl to get married ,Not bad."

He Wuqing nodded and said: "Brother, is the monster still missing?"

"Hurry up, don't be in a hurry." Lou Lang said, "You are at peace and comfortable, extraordinary and refined, little brother, the word that Master gave you is to let you not be in a hurry. I think you can't sit still recently. It's because you have been out for a long time. Do you want to go back to the mountain?"

He Yan understood, it turns out that Master's real name is Yi.

"Senior brother, call me Wuqing. It's useless if you don't call me when you call me watch." He Yi avoided his brother's question, took his brother's wine, and took a big gulp.

"Okay, He Wuqing." Lou Lang smiled.

The brothers took turns to drink like this, and soon the pot bottomed out.

He Yan understood again, Master's surname is He.

He Yi, He Wuqing, this is my master, He Yan thought.He remembered that it was recorded in the fairy history that Wu Qing was Lou Lang's younger brother, and it was rumored that Wu Qing had eyes for no one who was rebellious, just like his senior brother Lou Lang, he was not a good person.Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Lou Lang's surname is not "Wu", but He.Then why did the master give him the surname He?Slip of the tongue or deliberate proximity?

There is movement ahead.

The trees moved and the birds flew away. Lou Lang was still lying on his back, with his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, and he was very relaxed. He Yan could feel that Lou Lang's mood was very high. If there was no difference in front, Lou Lang would blow Whistle off.

Hearing the sound and smelling the breath, he knew that it was a soul-eating beast, and it was a soul-eating beast that was about to become a demon. The distance was not too far. He Yan didn't like the smell of soul-eating beasts. If it was him, he would make a move now. Let the beast one step closer.

Lou Lang acted as if nothing had happened, he didn't even bother to open his eyes.

And He Wuqing who was next to him didn't move at all, she was used to the senior brother's eloquence.

Hearing a voice in the distance, He Yan seemed to understand what Brother Lou Lang was waiting for, watching a play?

Listening to the sound, there are two monks, a man and a woman. They should have been lying in ambush for a long time, waiting for this monster.Probably because they didn't estimate the level of the monster beast accurately. Listening to the sound, the two of them had a hard time fighting against the soul-eating beast.

He Yan was not in a hurry.

With Lou Lang here, there is really no need for others to worry about it.

And he is a bystander, just watch.

He Yan condensed her spiritual consciousness to carefully distinguish the movements of her teacher... He Wuqing.

More than 50 years ago, Master's breathing was also very slow, with the same carelessness. With Lou Lang's eyes closed, He Yan couldn't see it, but he could hear it more clearly. He Wuqing's shallow breathing was very familiar to him.

During the few years when he was a child after enlightenment, the master held him several times. At that time, he was in the arms of the master, and he heard this kind of breathing.

Thinking of this, He Yan's heart palpitated for no reason, like being covered by some soft silk, he could easily lift it off, but somehow he couldn't bear it.

Suddenly, He Yan heard that the master's breathing rhythm was not right, one long and one short, although she carefully concealed it, He Yan could still hear it.

He heard it, and Lou Lang naturally heard it even more. Lou Lang, who had been standing still, suddenly said: "Wujing, I'm not in a hurry, but you are in a hurry."

"This school of magic can't deal with soul-eating beasts." He Wuqing's tone was flat, and He Yan couldn't hear the emotion in it, "If these immortals can't deal with those more and more soul-eating monsters, brother Do you want to hunt animals outside all the time?"

"So what if there are immortals who can hunt? It doesn't make any difference to me whether they can hunt or not." Lou Lang got up and looked at his junior brother. Mountains and rivers, the sky is high and the land is wide, you can go wherever you want, and you are very carefree. Master gave me a gift saying "Spiritualism is very useful in troubled times". I have to go out of the mountains, but you are different. language?"

"Go back to the mountains, just with me and Master." He Wuqing avoided Lou Lang's question again, "I also like the vastness of the mountains and rivers outside."

"It's okay, when you get tired of playing, you can go back to the mountain to find Master at any time." Lou Lang bent his knees and smiled at his junior brother, "It's time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's terrified scream came from over there.

Without any help, Lou Lang straightened his waist out of thin air, stretched his long legs, and landed in front of the female monk.

The soul-eating beast behind him bared its teeth and claws like a mountain, and the female monk in front of him turned pale with fright, while the male monk who fell behind had lost his sword and was nailed to the ground far away by the soul-eating beast.

Lou Lang comforted the female monk with a smile: "Little girl, don't be afraid, this beast is not that scary."

The female monk turned pale with fright, and pointed at the soul-eating beast behind Lou Lang tremblingly.

"This bastard wants to hit like this." Lou Lang raised his hand above the top and pointed at it without even turning his head. When he withdrew his finger, he made a neat palm in a good mood, and raised his eyebrows and smiled at the little girl.

He Yan's attention stayed on Lou Lang's stroke.

There is only one swipe, which is the same as He Yan's gesture to clean up the sea monster, but the moves are different. He Yan used "destroy the soul", while Lou Lang used "retract the soul".

Lou Lang put the soul of the soul-eating beast in the scabbard around his waist.

The scabbard retracts the soul, and the blade in the sheath trembles. He Yan's heart trembles with that familiar vibration—it's a soul blade, and Lou Lang also has a soul blade!

The soul-eating beast lost its soul, knelt down behind Lou Lang, and whined three times in a low voice. It was not a scream, but more like a domestic animal's response to its master or a low-level creature's submission to its master. Turned into blood.

No danyuan was produced—the danyuan was completely shattered by Lou Lang's finger.

Lou Lang strikes hard, killing him with one blow, never two moves.

Arrogant, cold, decisive, and merciless, He Yan thought, Lou Lang is such a person.

But it was a bit weird, He Yan found that Lou Lang had no hostility in his hands, what about that hostility?

Before this, He Yan did not expect that Lou Lang would rescue a little girl whom he had never met before, and he was even willing to tease the little girl, feeling quite happy.He Yan recalled her aversion to soul-eating monsters. Lou Lang could tolerate the close distance of soul-eating beasts, and it seemed that he hadn't reached the point of loathing them.All these make it difficult for people to connect this Lou Lang with the later Pixiangshi who made people talk about it.So, what happened next?

He Yan wanted to cut the memory, so she jumped to the back.

He Yan felt a chill in his heart when he was running his divine sense, because as a performer, he couldn't control Lou Lang's memory.

This weird feeling of being uncontrollable... Reminiscent of the fact that he has not been instructed by anyone on the soul-refining blade, and there is no mention of what to use for the immortal weapon in the original book of spiritualism. It seems that even this is not all under his control!

He Yan was terrified.

The female monk was rescued by Lou Lang, and her face was even uglier than before. He pointed and knelt behind Lou Lang and turned into a bloody soul-eating beast again. He was speechless and tremblingly said: "You...you..."

The male monk who fell behind ran over on both hands and feet, pulled the female monk and took a few steps away from Lou Lang.

People are like this, Lou Lang is more powerful than the soul-eating beast, but this male monk is more afraid of the soul-eating beast than Lou Lang, because Lou Lang is also a human being, and he just rescued them, thinking that Lou Lang is gentler hurt them.

He Yan suddenly felt very sad.

"Where are you a monster? You can command that beast!" The male monk pointed at Lou Lang and said, "That beast... Listen to your words, did you bring it here?!"

Lou Lang only used a downward gesture to clean up the beast, and the soul-eating beast knelt down. The gesture of submission to Lou Lang was really easy to misunderstand.

After all, the world has never seen spiritualism.

Jijiu Xiaopeng, who can understand the sea with a sip, and those things and people that cannot be understood and controlled, those self-interested people, always try to judge others with the greatest malice.

This was the first time that Lou Lang was pointed at and scolded by someone, yet Lou Lang actually laughed, and his eyes stopped on the finger of the male monk.

With this glance, Lou Lang was indifferent, careless, and his cheerful mood was somewhat affected.But still no hostility, otherwise the male monk's hand would definitely be gone.

With a sound of "Shu", a sword pointed at the male monk's brow, and with a little more force, he could directly break the skull and puncture the brain.

The male monk stopped breathing abruptly, his pupils dilated instantly, and he seemed to lose his soul in fright.

"Wuqing, put away your sword." Lou Lang didn't want to dirty his junior brother's sword, he didn't look at the male monk but only looked at the female monk, he was in a good mood, as if he was afraid of scaring the little girl, his tone was still Through the obvious smile, "Little girl, am I a demon?"

The female monk was hesitant to speak before, but was robbed by her senior brother, because she was almost killed by a monster, her livid face instantly turned red, green and red, and her complexion was very ugly. His face turned pale with fright.

She was able to rush forward when hunting monsters without being timid, which is rare to be considered courageous.She was obviously also very scared, but her pupils did not slacken. Her eyes trembled from He Wuqing who was holding the sword, and returned to Lou Lang. It was probably Lou Lang who saved her and kept smiling at her. She was not too afraid of Lou Lang, so what she said was, fortunately, human.

The female monk said: "The Immortal Lord is extraordinary, the little girl thanked the Immortal Lord for saving his life."

But did not report the name.

"I'm not a fairy king." Lou Lang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the male monk.

The male monk closed his eyes in fright. The man in front of him could save them with one finger, or destroy them with one finger.

This man is more terrifying than a soul-eating beast.

And there is also a helper who is extremely fast with swords.

"If benefactor is not a fairy king, he is a fairy king." The female monk spoke sharply.

"Is Xianjun and Xianzun very powerful?" Lou Lang turned around, raised his hand to turn over the ground in front of him, and then covered the ground with blood, "I don't think so. What is the most powerful saying in your cultivation world? "

"Incense envoy," said the nun.

"Then I am the Pixiangshi." Lou Lang wrote lightly.

"Impossible! Benedict, quickly take back this sentence." The female monk's face turned pale, and she chased after two steps, and said anxiously, "Those who violate the destiny and falsely claim to be the incense-wearing envoy will be embraced by the destiny and will die miserably. You will still be bloodbathed and wiped out, benefactor, take back this sentence!"

"Bloodbath? Destroy the family?" Lou Lang looked at He Wuqing who was beside him, and laughed loudly, "Are you afraid of being implicated by me to destroy the family?"

"Not afraid." He Wuqing, who was expressionless, smiled at her senior brother.

"Look, my junior brother is not afraid." Lou Lang said to the little girl, "Remember, I am the incense envoy, Lou Lang."

He Yan knew why Lou Lang wanted to remember this scene.

Their senior brother Juechen left, and after a few jumps, Lou Lang shouted: "Junior brother!"

He Wuqing responded tacitly with the sword, Lou Lang stepped on the sword and stood up, He Wuqing fell behind his brother, Lou Lang's sword soared into the sky, and he was in a good mood: "Go find a place."

"Are you going to settle in one place? Go to that Peach Blossom Valley?" He Wuqing also said happily.

"No, the place I want to go must be inaccessible to others." Lou Lang blew a high-pitched long whistle into the distance, "Let's go to sea!"

He suddenly wanted to see what Lou Lang, the generation of Pixiang, looked like at this time.