There are many miraculous creatures in my sect

After chatting for a while, Hua Yu supported the purple gold crown on his head, and said in a loud voice: "See you again." The white crane on the side was half healed by the generous use of rare wound medicine, and let him go up with its feathers fluttering.

Mei Mujiu watched him leave alone, thinking that he was not as ruined as the rumors said.At the first meeting, he was indeed a bit silly and powdery, but after getting along with him for a while, he was full of breeze and bright moon. Even though he was dressed in a fine attire like a peacock, he behaved like a white crane.

Thinking of the Oolong Rejuvenation Pill, Mei Mujiu smiled wryly, hoping to meet each other someday so that he can repay the karma.

After waiting for another hour, Xuanlang's pillars came out one by one.After five days of people exploring the secret place like this, Wei Sui bid farewell to the other disciples before the exit was closed, and led Meimu and the others across the grassland to the water's edge.

The small peaks are like bamboo shoots, the clear lake is like a mirror, and the breeze is gentle. An old man is sitting on the pier leaning against a pillar, snoring softly.The pier is square and square, with eight pillars one person tall inserted along the lake, and a three-finger-thick water rope tied at the bottom, making it impossible to see what happened.

Mei Mujiu stopped Wei Sui from waking him up, while Qin Hengxiao sat cross-legged under the wooden pillar next to the old man to practice.Wei Sui didn't insist, he held the sword in his arms, picked up a pillar and leaned against it, and started to stand still.Mei Mujiu looked a little funny, he looked much more casual after being separated from his juniors and sisters, if he had a grass in his mouth at this time, he would be no different from a young rogue knight.Liu Weiran dutifully stood aside to protect the law, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

The flat waves are slightly swaying, and Mei Mujiu is standing by the lake and combing his feather fan with the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers. After this battle, the body of the fan has many defects. Through those tiny "wounds", the scenery of mountains and lakes is like It was chopped up, and a little bit of it was decorated on the black and white half of the fan.Mei Mujiu swayed, slapped it, and said with a low laugh: "From now on, you will be called Loujing. The ancients said that the sword of Loujing is like smoke and clouds, but everything is broken, and it is just right for you."

And Qin Hengxiao's sword was placed squarely on his lap right now.The Du Dao Sword becomes more and more like its master. When Mei Mujiu first gave it to him, the sword was called Chunyu, because the blade was extremely white, and after it was stained with blood, it dripped down like spring rain. When it was placed under the spring rain, it would make a buzz Jian Ming.Since it was used by him, it has been modified several times, and the sword has gradually drifted away from the spring day, and the blade has become white with black, and it is no longer nourished by the spring rain. Instead, it shines suddenly in the dark night or in the cold place. The tail of the sword dragged the flowing clouds and white light, and it was renamed Xiaoduan from then on.

I don't know how long it took, and the leaky scene was basically repaired, and the old man moaned mournfully and twisted his body a few times, his bones creaked, and he stood up slowly.

The old man turned his cloudy eyes around the four of them, and finally chose to lightly kick Qin Hengxiao's leg.

The child opened his eyes angrily and stared at him fiercely.

The old man grinned, showing a mouthful of rotten yellow teeth, and smiled honestly.

Qin Hengxiao: "..."

"I think you have a good foundation, little doll, follow the old man to practice with me?"

The old man had a hoarse voice and a strange accent, and he scratched his butt a few times when he spoke.

Qin Hengxiao didn't have any disgust in his eyes, and said calmly: "I have already apprenticed."

"That's a pity..." He picked up the straw hat that was put aside and put it on his head. "It's rare for an old boatman to want to take in an apprentice. It's a pity."

Seeing that Qin Hengxiao didn't want to answer, Wei Sui quickly straightened up and explained to him why he came.He was born in a great sect, and was often sent out on missions. He spoke and acted in a decent manner, and he was not as high as a big sect often did, making him always very comfortable.

The old man was no exception. After a few words, he began to look at him and nodded repeatedly: "Then you are interested in being my apprentice?"

Wei Sui: "...Thank you for your appreciation, I have studied under Xuanlang Tianzong."

Hearing this, the old man scratched his ass again, his face blushed halfway, and he muttered, "We've lost twice in a row, we can't let those old guys know...Come on, little baby, you choose a pillar."

Qin Hengxiao glanced at his master, saw him beckoning casually, so he pointed his sword with a cold face, which was exactly the one he was leaning on just now.

The old man chuckled, and his cloudy eyes lighted up: "It's indeed the little doll that the old boatman likes, good luck."

After finishing speaking, he bent down and lifted the rope, and said in a deep voice, "Get up!"

I saw a bamboo raft with a width of four and a length of two feet slowly floating from the bottom of the turquoise water. He tapped his toes lightly and stood on the bow in an instant.

Mei Mujiu sighed secretly, and led several people to step up.

The old boatman hunched over, hummed an unpleasant and strange tune, his hands seemed to have oars without oars, and he only rowed in emptiness and moved forward by Zhang Xu.Before a few people had time to praise, the calm lake surface became turbulent, spinning wildly towards the whirlpool as if someone had taken a huge spoon to muddy it.

"Hey hey." The old boatman didn't panic at all, he stomped his toes lightly, and the bamboo raft that seemed to be about to turn over suddenly calmed down and continued to move forward steadily.

"Old man, I call it one foot Dingheshan." He continued to paddle in vain, and boasted back.

Only Wei Xuan gave a few words of praise to save face.

"You little dolls who don't know what's good and what's wrong..." The boatman curled his lips, and then laughed again, "I haven't said it yet, old man, I didn't become your boatman for nothing. You have to pay for it."

Mei Mu Jiujun raised her eyebrows and asked, "What kind of compensation does the old man need?"

"Well... the old man has lived for a long time, and he hasn't seen anything, so you pick and choose, and show me everything. If there is no good stuff within an hour, grandpa can only throw you overboard."

When he said the last sentence, there was no smile on his face, and the straw hat covered half of his face in the shadow, and he looked really creepy.

Before Mei Mujiu could say anything, he grinned uncertainly again: "But if these two dolls become my apprentices, Grandpa Ben can show mercy and make a loss-making business."

Qin Heng and Xiao Zheng were sitting and carefully wiping their swords, without raising their heads when they heard the words: "Dream."

The old man became angry from embarrassment: "Then hurry up!"

At this time, the boat turned around a mountain again, and the lake in front of it was divided by the green hills and became more and more sinister. Even though the sky was bright and the sun was scorching, it still made people feel chills.

Ever since they boarded the boat and went deeper and deeper into the lake, they already felt a sense of oppression, their cultivation bases were all imprisoned, and they couldn't even float in the air to skim the water, so they could only rely on this boat to move forward.

Even Liu Weiran, who was still relatively leisurely, felt something was wrong, and gripped the sword in his hand even tighter.

Although Wei Sui came from a good background and was a big disciple, he was really shy in his pocket. The good things he found this time were brought back to the sect by his junior and senior sisters, so he could only look at Mei Mujiu with hope. The richest man in the country.

Mei Mujiu smiled wryly, and her spiritual consciousness entered Xumijie to search.

Half an hour passed, and the old boatman had rejected the drunken mountain guest's wine, the luminous pearl of the Dragon King of the Yin Sea, one of the four magic treasures, several swords, a pair of flying boats, and other treasures. Then he was put back by the disgusting holy product of healing, and slapped the leaking scene again and again, without moving.

Seeing him start to look at the mountains and water leisurely, Wei Sui felt a little anxious and blinked at him non-stop.

Mei Mujiu just smiled calmly, as if the old god was there, Wei Sui couldn't help it, so he had to believe that he should still have a way.

There was only one cup of tea left before the limited time, Liu Weiran stood firmly at the stern of the boat, raised his sword and stared, motionless, Qin Hengxiao glanced at him, and the sword was out of its sheath.

Liu Weiran shook his head.

The sword snapped back again.

The boatman propped up the boat, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey: "That kid standing still is quite sensible."

The sun slanted westward, and day and night gradually fell for the first time in seven days.