Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

Into the eyes are the misty clouds, the fairy tower Qionglou, the gentle breeze blowing on the body, and the fairy sounds are clear and ethereal.

He walked silently on the ground made of white jade, feeling strange but familiar with the surrounding scenery.

Not far away, disciples wearing blue and white Taoist robes gathered together in twos and threes. Seeing him approaching, they immediately stopped talking and laughing, corrected their expressions, bowed respectfully and saluted, and said in unison: "Brother Linchuan."

There was reverence and admiration in those clear eyes, which made him a little at a loss.

They called him... Brother Linchuan?

no, no...

he is not...

who is he?Why is it here?

His mind was at a loss, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, but his body instinctively nodded, and replied: "I haven't seen you for a long time, are you brothers and sisters practicing well? If you have any doubts in cultivation, just open your mouth."

Joy appeared on the faces of all the disciples—Ji Linchuan practiced hard all the year round, and it was extremely difficult to meet him. As an innate Dao body that is rare in ten thousand years, he has a very deep comprehension of the Dao of Heaven, which is beyond the reach of many monks who have crossed the catastrophe. It is worth a few years to understand, such a good opportunity, don't miss it!

Therefore, all the disciples couldn't wait to start asking. They were restrained at first, but seeing that although he looked indifferent, his attitude was quite gentle, so they put aside their restraint and asked various questions one after another.

He patiently answered them one by one without showing any signs of impatience, and more and more people gathered.

Suddenly, a handsome young man came forward and said: "I have heard about the name of senior brother for a long time, Ziyi has just joined the Immortal Sect, and I am still a little unclear about the basic sword art, can I ask senior brother to give me some pointers?"

His expression remained unchanged. After carefully explaining the previous disciple's question, he turned around and said indifferently: "There is nothing wrong with it. Just show it here and let me see what the problem is."

The man smiled, and immediately drew out his sword and began to dance.

His sword is like flowing wind returning to snow, his movements are flowing like clouds and flowing water, there is a faint sound of breaking wind between the strokes of the long sword, and a set of swordsmanship has been restored to a very fine level.This person's comprehension of swordsmanship is quite profound, and he is considered to be the best among the younger generation of disciples, which attracted the eyes of the surrounding disciples to show their admiration.

After completing a set of sword skills, the young man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Linchuan, can you see what is wrong with me?"

The young man had confident eyes and a somewhat arrogant smile, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with his sword moves.

He didn't get angry at the young man's provocation, he pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "Is there a problem... just, just watch me do it first."

After all, the long sword came out of its sheath.

The young man respectfully said: "Then I will have Senior Brother Lao demonstrate it." But his eyes were somewhat disapproving.

But soon, the boy's expression changed.

There is a faint rustling sound from the bamboo forest blown by the wind. The sun is bright and warm, but it seems to be cool.

The man was dressed in white clothes, and his cold face remained calm during the changes in his figure, but his long and narrow black eyes were extremely focused, revealing a hint of sharpness, and the long sword in his hand drew a mysterious and profound trajectory—— It is like the waning moon reflected on the clear spring before the wind under the moon, and like the morning light piercing the sky when the night is about to die.

The sword intent is like floating clouds covering the sun, and the sword moves are like shadows chasing the wind.

Even though they are using exactly the same sword moves, they seem to be completely different.

The boy's face gradually became ugly.

He stopped using his sword, and said calmly: "The sword move has form but the sword intention is invisible, Junior Brother Ziyi, you are already smooth in terms of sword technique posture and true energy use, but the sword technique has form but has no spirit. Good luck, that's where your biggest problem lies."

There seemed to be a flash of anger in the boy's eyes, but he couldn't refute a word.

The disciples watching around showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and suddenly lost interest in the young man's fluent swordsmanship just now, but when they looked at the young Taoist cultivator, their eyes were full of admiration.

"When you strike the sword, you have too many distracting thoughts, your heart is not sincere, and you are obsessed with the subtlety of moves, but you lack the aura of no regrets when you strike the sword. If you want to truly break through, you still need your own epiphany."

The young man suddenly lowered his head, covered the distorted expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "Zi Yi...thank you for your guidance."

He didn't mind the boy's attitude, he just said: "It's okay."

He lowered his eyes, reached out to wipe the sword habitually, and then slowly put the sword back into the scabbard, but when he saw the scabbard with black background and red stripes, he paused. After staring at the scabbard for a while, his mind was like thunder Passed by, suddenly became clear.

This is an illusion!

Li Yuan put his sword back into its sheath and looked up again, but everyone in front of him had disappeared, only the silent pavilions remained.He frowned and recalled what he saw just now, the disciple who asked him for advice was clearly the one who had a sudden desire to kill when he saw it in Biluo Pavilion.

Ziyi... Ye Ziyi

He murmured the name, and the murderous thoughts in his heart were calmed by the cool air flowing from the gray-white seeds, but he couldn't stop his loathing for this person at all.

Li Yuan's eyes were darkened, but he had no time to think too much—now he was deeply in an illusion, and he needed to find a solution as soon as possible.

He hurried forward until he came to the edge of a fairy lake, and a few ancient characters were engraved on the stone tablet on the shore of the lake.

Cang Miao Xianhu.

Li Yuan saw his own figure on the reflected lake.

Without the cover of a mask, his face was the same as his. A pair of eyes as dark as the long night silently looked at him, as if they had passed through the barriers of time and space, which shocked him.

——This is not the pair of eyes that were stained with blood because of practicing the blood-shaking soul-refining method every day.

He was dressed in plain white clothes, his black hair was tied up by a Taoist crown, and his complexion was not as pale as he had been imprisoned in the magic palace for many years without seeing the sun, but warm and moist like flawless white jade.

Fresh and warm blood flows in the body, and the Nascent Soul in the body still looks like a human being, instead of a magic sword and sword spirit tightly bound by chains. The clear and pure spiritual power swims around the body, making him feel so comfortable that he almost sighs speak out.

This was his dream, a human body.

……

Ling Yuchen walked in the mist with a calm expression, a dark golden color flowed in his eyes, and a fierce sword intent burst out of his body.

He knew that he had fallen into the illusion of a secret realm.

He has practiced for several years, and he has already cultivated an extremely tenacious will, and a mere illusion is really nothing to him.He observed carefully in the fog, looking for an opportunity to break the formation, and was about to sacrifice his natal sword to try to break the formation forcefully, but the fog in front of him suddenly cleared up.

Entering the eyes is the misty waves, familiar scenery.

——It is Cangmiao Fairy Lake.

A dazed look flashed across Ling Yuchen's face, and he couldn't help but think of the person he had on top of his heart.

He and Ji Linchuan met in a secret place, and they worked side by side in times of crisis, gradually being amazed by each other's strength and vision.And after leaving the secret realm, due to various coincidences, he soon became close friends with Ji Linchuan.Ji Linchuan often drank tea and talked with him in the pavilion in the middle of the Cangmiao Fairy Lake, so Ling Yuchen had a deep impression of this place.

Later, he gradually developed some unspeakable feelings for Ji Linchuan, so he often went to Shangxuanxianzong to exchange sword skills in name, but in fact he just wanted to see that person a few more times.

But unexpectedly, the world is unpredictable, after three years of retreat, Ji Linchuan's life and death are unknown.He has searched for several years in the Demon Realm, but he has never found his body. Seeing this familiar scene suddenly at this moment, he felt a little sad.

He shook his head, sealing up his sour emotions in his heart, so as not to be detected by the illusion and put him in a dangerous place.He took out his long sword, and just as he was about to slash through the illusion, his eyes suddenly stopped at one place.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake surrounded by the misty celestial energy, there is a person standing.

White clothes and black hair, cool face.

That face was so familiar, so familiar that Ling Yuchen's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.