Heaven is fearless

Tu Zhao never came back that night.

Ming Xiao sat under a pagoda tree in the courtyard and waited for him. A string of light purple and white pagoda flowers hung down like a waterfall, and the plump and plump flowers hung heavily from the branches, blocking the clear moonlight at the tip and falling stars Dots of halos that are as fine as bright jade.

Under the tree, the immortal in white clothes took out a set of chess from his sleeve, contentedly set up a black and white endgame, and played chess with himself.

This game of chess was played all night, and a cultivator never sleeps, but at Mingxiao's level, it's not a big deal if he doesn't sleep for a few months. He waited from the sky full of stars and moons to the silvery white and magnificent morning light gradually appearing on the horizon. It seemed to be burning, and it ignited from the east to cover half of the sky. Ming Xiao lowered his eyes, surrounded the few sunspots on the opposite side, and patiently picked out the sunspots one by one, squeezed them in the palm of his hand, and lifted eye.

The young man standing in the moon cave gate outside the courtyard was in a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was wet and drooping on his shoulders, his lips were white and blue, and he was holding the long sword in his hand, leaning on it like a cane.

With half of his foot in the moon cave door, he was staring blankly at this side, leaning lazily against the moon cave door, his whole body drooping relaxedly, with a faint smile on his face.

He has never had such an emotion before, his heart is filled with fluffy and soft things, his whole body seems to be soaked in warm water, he just wants to sleep peacefully like this, all the sorrow, all the injustice, All the resentment and blood and tears of the past are all forgotten.

—someone is waiting for him.

This feeling is very novel, Tu Zhao has never had such an experience, but feels very satisfied.

In the twilight of the morning, the white-clothed immortal turned his face slightly: "What are you doing standing there?"

With a smile in Tu Zhao's eyes, he dragged his exhausted body that was about to fall apart slowly to Ming Xiao's side, lay sprawled on the ground, and looked at the astonished immortal from below and smiled: "Master , I have completed the task, swinging the sword [-] times. This time I am not proficient, so it took me a night, and I will become proficient soon, and it won’t take so long by then.”

Ming Xiao raised his brows slightly, looked at him, and looked at him with a pair of quiet eyes, suppressing the unbelievable feeling into the bottom of his heart.

Tu Zhao was still smiling at him, the smile was extremely clean, full of pride in completing the task he ordered, with the clearest clarity of a young man.

The sufferings of the past did not knock down this young man at all. He struggled hard to get the toughest soul out of the dust. He worked hard and was willing to endure hardships. All positive and beautiful words can be given to him.

Ming Xiao sighed softly in his heart.

As expected of the son of luck, apart from the pity given by fate, whether it is him, Tuying, or even Chuzhang, they all have beautiful souls that will never fail their mission.

Even if they are not favored by fate, they will get the crown of glory sooner or later.

They are all human beings who have survived the suffering of the world.

Ming Xiao bent down, tapped Tu Zhao's forehead with his fingertips, and cool spiritual power poured into the young man's body, washing away all his fatigue: "In a few days, there will be major events in the cultivation world, and I will leave for Kunlun. If you haven't finished something, remember to do it before noon."

Tu Zhao first opened his eyes suddenly because of the first half of his sentence, and then showed a little doubt because of the second half of his sentence: "Not in a few days..."

Ming Xiao still bent slightly to look at him, his expression was so calm that there was a kind of dignified tranquility, and he wrote lightly: "Oh, that's because I will open your pulse at night, otherwise you might not be able to bear Yu Jian's spiritual power back to Kunlun Shock."

As soon as the word Kaimai came out, Tu Zhao's eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Opening the pulse, this is the first step for a mortal to embark on the road of cultivating immortals. The three thousand roads start from then on.

When Tu Ying was 11 years old, the elders of his family protected and opened his spiritual veins, and it was impossible for Tu Zhao to receive such treatment. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to open his veins, but it was just that Tu Shi had never shown him any of the best books. Even if he wanted to practice the superficial method of cultivation, he couldn't learn it.

But how could a young man who was born in a cultivating family not want to cultivate immortality?

Those dreams of immortality, those chic flying over the mountains and oceans, those great achievements of suppressing mountains and rivers with one sword...

Tu Zhao's breath trembled.

Ming Xiao looked at him, as if he could see what he was thinking, turned around and continued to fiddle with the chessboard on the stone table, and reminded in a calm tone: "You still have three hours."

Tu Zhao rolled a carp straight up from the ground, and replied loudly: "Yes, Master!"

Seeing the young man swept out of the Moon Cave Gate like a gust of wind, Ming Xiao looked at the two big dragons on the chessboard like children playing, and put down the chess pieces in his hand in a disinterested manner.

The one who can play chess is the great Wei prince who died under the city wall, but the sword fairy who flattened Kunlun with one sword can't play chess.

Tiandao, who followed the character settings very much, put away the chessboard with a flick of his sleeves, and took out a bunch of messy things from his sleeves.

There are light green, bright yellow and pink dried flowers, huge chestnut shells with long arms, fine gravel as fine as moonlight, a layer of blue-gray minerals like mist and flames attached to the surface, and various top-grade spirit stones of half a person's height.

The things he took out, just the pile of high-grade spirit stones are enough to make people feel bad. High-grade spirit stones are extremely rare, and only the bottom of high-quality mine veins can be produced, and such mine veins are firmly controlled by major sects. Casual cultivators in the comprehension world may not necessarily be able to see what a high-grade spirit stone looks like in their entire life, but Ming Xiao just pulled out dozens of catties from his sleeve like picking out a cabbage.

In addition, those fox flowers, nightmare shells, star stones, and ghost bones are all treasures of heaven and earth, and they would be padded with vermilion velvet and packed in jade boxes elsewhere. When it came out and put it on the table, it was like putting down a few peaches casually.

When Tu Zhao came back with a small bundle on his back, he saw a large wooden barrel erected in the courtyard. The gurgling sound of human teeth.

And the fairy in white was standing beside the barrel, his long hair was not tied up with a high crown, but was tied behind his head, with one arm holding his long sleeve, and the other putting something into the barrel.

A flower with a strange color fell into the water, and there was a very light rose-red smoke gushing out from the steam. The immortal stirred the water twice with his hands to disperse the smoke, and picked up the huge flower with one hand. With his expression unchanged, Sheng Sheng squeezed the hard-looking shell into pieces with his hands and threw it into the water.

This time there was no strange-colored smoke coming out of the water, it just... froze.

The spirit fire was still burning dutifully under the wood, and the water in the wooden barrel froze instantly when it touched the shell fragments, and the ice spread out brutally, freezing the entire barrel of water into a huge ice lump almost instantly.

Tu Zhao was stunned not far away.

Sword Master Ming Xiao looked calm and composed. Seeing that the water had frozen, he casually grabbed the ice surface with five fingers forming claws. With a crisp click, the sharp and spiritual hands directly scratched the ice, and the ice underneath His spirit fire was still burning, and quickly boiled the pile of torn ice cubes into boiling water with bubbles.

Tu Zhao: ...

"Master... what is this, what is this for?" Tu Zhao asked stammeringly, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

The sword master of Taisu Sword Sect looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why he asked this question: "I will give you the spiritual liquid for opening your veins."

As he spoke, he picked up a blue-gray stone covered with mist. The transparent mist seemed to have its own consciousness, shaking and rolling out beautiful shapes like flames, but Tu Zhao could clearly see that the mist-wrapped There are snake-like patterns flowing slowly on the stone. When Ming Xiao went to look at the water in the bucket, a half-foot-high gray smoke suddenly gushed out of the stone, and a half-skeleton corpse smiled sinisterly at him. with.

Tu Zhao:? ? ! !

Ming Xiao withdrew his gaze, the cloud of smoke quickly retracted into the stone, and the white-clothed fairy easily crushed the stone with one hand, rubbed his fingers little by little, and evenly sprinkled the ore powder into the water.

This time the water didn't smoke or freeze, it was turquoise.

Tu Zhao felt that his face had probably turned green as well.

He said with difficulty: "Master... Master, what is this?"

Ming Xiao answered him earnestly: "Ghost bone, the ghost bone taken from the dying ghost still retains a ray of evil spirit consciousness, it is the best soul-purifying creature, and can maintain sanity."

After thinking about it, he added: "It's just that the effect may be very good."

Tu Zhao didn't really want to ask the meaning of this sentence.

Seeing that he was all right, Ming Xiao grabbed a handful of fine silver-like gravel and threw it into the water, so the turquoise water had a faint glowing texture. It should have been a very beautiful thing. Against the backdrop of green, there is a sense of horror that there are ghosts hiding under the water.

Tu Zhao swallowed.

"Okay, let's go in." Stretched out his hand to stir the water, Ming Xiao withdrew his hand that was still dripping, and gave Tu Zhao an order.

Tu Zhao: ...

Tu Zhao felt that he might betray the teacher.

Seeing the young man stiffen for a moment, then began to undress tremblingly, Ming Xiao retracted his gaze in satisfaction, and took out an ordinary white jade bottle from his sleeve.

The vermilion cork was opened, and there was a strange fragrance immediately. This fragrance overwhelmed all the tastes, and it was as beautiful as a dream. The fragrant dew spit out by hundreds of flowers in Taijiuchongtian is more beautiful than the world of mortals, and quieter than the fairyland.

Tu Zhao stayed where he was for a while, with a dazed expression on his face, as if he had lost his soul.

Ming Xiao tilted the jade bottle slightly, and a drop of transparent and thick liquid dripped into the bucket of boiling water, immediately imbuing the water with a strange fragrance, but it was much weaker than the fragrance in the bottle.

After re-corking the bottle, the breathtaking fragrance was cut off, and Tu Zhao came back to his senses in a trance, his eyes belatedly tinged with fear: "Master, that..."

"The witch master's Yinsheng incense, and some people named Yinshen incense, are used for its effect of deceiving people's minds, and even gods cannot escape temptation. However, it is the best spirit-gathering medicine in the world. Add a little when opening the pulse. , can make your spirit veins very tough."

Ming Xiao said this lightly, but when others heard what he said, he didn't know how crazy they would be.

——The Yinsheng Incense of the Witch Clan!This is a rare treasure in the world!The life-saving medicine that can be reconnected even if the spiritual vein is broken is actually used as a elixir for opening the pulse!At this moment, if someone sees Ming Xiao's usage like this, they will be so heartbroken that they will cry on the spot, what a waste of everything!

Yinsheng incense is rare, even among the witch clan, only the witch master can hold it. It goes without saying that it is precious, but for Ming Xiao, he doesn't care about the rarity of Yinsheng incense, he just thinks that since they worship him As a teacher, then he should try his best to give them his best.

Tu Zhao didn't know the preciousness of Yinsheng Incense, he was just surprised when he heard a certain term: "Witch Lord... Master knows someone from the Witch Clan?"

For the Wu Clan, Tu Zhao didn't like it but he didn't dislike it. It was the Wu Clan who made the prophecy at the beginning, but Tu Zhao would not vent his anger on the entire Wu Clan. He was just surprised because the Immortal Master looked extremely cold , Will you even take the initiative to mention other people?

The man with a cold face like a jade carving pondered for a moment: "He...he is my best friend."

Best friend? !

Tu Zhao was really surprised this time.

Even though Sword Master Mingxiao said this word in a very calm tone, the words that came out of his mouth were full of great force.

He said he was a close friend, so it must be a close friend, the kind of close friend who can draw a sword to save each other in water and fire, and face the world's criticisms for him on the day of crossing the sword.

Tu Zhao nodded thoughtfully, and said solemnly, "I understand."

Ming Xiao glanced at him, a little puzzled, this expression...

What did Tu Zhao understand?Why did he think that Tu Zhao was thinking wrong?

There is no way to say that he is a close friend with the witch master. Incarnations always need a network of people. Not to mention the ghost king and demon king who are surly, Ming Xiao, as the leader of the cultivation world, how can he be so withdrawn comminicate?After thinking about it, only the Witch Lord who is also an incarnation can cover him.

Ming Xiao wondered what Tu Zhao was thinking in his heart, but his movements were not slow, he grabbed Tu Zhao's wrist, and threw Tu Zhao, who had only a piece of obscene clothes left on him, directly into the wooden barrel.

As soon as he entered the barrel, Tu Zhao instinctively wanted to crawl out.

The boiling water in this bucket is not hot, but his submerged body seems to have fallen into a pile of insects. Countless small insects are rustling and trying to drill into his flesh and bones. The intense itching and The soreness and numbness covered Tu Zhao's whole body in an instant. After he groaned, his legs went limp, and he slipped silently against the edge of the barrel to get out of the water.

Ming Xiao picked up Tu Zhao with one hand so that his head could stay on the surface of the water to breathe, and his fingertips lit up with a silver-blue light: "Follow my spiritual power, and remember the trajectory of the spiritual energy."

The silver-blue light touched Tu Zhao's forehead and invaded the boy's body without hesitation.

Tu Zhao's body was completely out of order, but his mind was unprecedentedly sober, and it can be said that he was terribly sober. He noticed the curly grass pattern embroidered on the sleeve of the master, and it seemed that a stitch was wrongly threaded. The edge of the wooden barrel was not completely even, and a little rough stubble was lifted up, and the number of beeps and beeps of the spiritual fire under the wooden barrel was a bit faster than before...

The sound of insects, the sound of the wind, and even the glow of the sky, all the information he could see and hear was crazily drilling into his brain, trying to stuff himself into it in a frantic manner. The amount of information was so great that Tu Zhao thought he was Deaf and blind for the past 15 years.

Tu Zhao showed a miserable smile, the effect of this ghost bone is too good!It's not just about maintaining his sanity, his celestial spirit cover is about to be lifted!