Male Support He is always in heaven [Quick Transmigration]

Yuan Qiuhe. "It's not enough for outsiders."

There are many cultivators in the Nether Valley, and Wanting, the head of the sect, is praised as the sword cultivator closest to the Supreme Being of the Immortal Dao. However, other cultivators are not easy-going lamps. Obsessed with a brat.If Yuan Qiuhe's talent is too enticing, the Valley of the Underworld is not a pure place, and I'm afraid it will bring Yuan Qiuhe big trouble. However, Yuan Qiuhe has not yet entered the Mysterious Secret Realm, and the saber is undecided. There is no definite number, and it is too early to worry.

Liu Jianxiu said to the selected teenagers: "Today you will follow me to the Valley of the Underworld. Most of you will become outer disciples of the Valley of the Underworld, and those with excellent spiritual roots will be disciples of the inner sect. If you get the blue eyes of a sword cultivator, you will have the opportunity to become a direct disciple."

Liu Jianxiu's words caused a commotion among the crowd. This big cake is so mouth-watering. Those young girls who performed well in the test have already raised their heads proudly, sketching in their hearts that they are following the cultivator and master to pursue the sword intent of heaven. The picture is full of smiles.

Seeing that everyone's mood was unstable, Liu Jianxiu smiled tolerantly, raised his hand, and a black black iron sword flew out. Liu Jianxiu's heart moved, and his natal sword suddenly became bigger. The hilt of the sword landed on the sword steadily, and the old disciple at the side also called out his own sword, but that sword was obviously inferior to Liu Jianxiu, and it was not the sword of fate.

"Everyone follow us back with our swords."

"Yes! Master Liu—"

A group of people flew towards the valley in a mighty way. The boys and girls who experienced Yujian flying for the first time were all exclaimed. Sometimes the appearance of air currents made them unsteady on their feet, but they were still inspired by the power of Yujian to work hard. .

"We must become powerful sword cultivators like Master Liu in the future!"

Gradually landing in the valley of the underworld, they finally got a glimpse of the beautiful corner of this famous continent.

Butterflies are flying in the valley, full of aura. These butterflies are spiritual butterflies, used to convey messages. Almost everyone in the Valley of the Underworld has one. Many teenagers softened their expressions when they saw this. They curiously observed the place where they will live in the future. The Valley of the Dead will also become their teacher, and they will devote their lives to the way of the sword.

Suddenly, there was a sound of twittering, and the old disciple who had been leading everyone looked up and exclaimed happily: "It's the senior brother who is here!"

Everyone looked up.

The person who came was like jade, with a ruthless face, white clothes floating like snow on a high mountain, the man's eyes were cold, he sat on a white crane, he didn't wear a sword at his waist, and he didn't hear the old disciple's shouts. No fluctuations.

The white crane was about to carry the man away when suddenly a spirit butterfly flew towards the man. The man stretched out his hand to touch it, his fingers were slender, the wings of the butterfly fluttered, and a message painted with spiritual energy appeared in the air.

"Yuan Qiuhe, you have one of the places to enter the mysterious secret realm this time, and I will definitely defeat you!"

Yuan Qiuhe glanced indifferently, and said, "You can't control yourself."

Revolt of the Quiet Lake (2)

02.

Deep in the valley of the underworld.

The white crane stopped on the highest mountain, and with a cry, Yuan Qiuhe rolled over and fell down. He raised his left hand, and the white crane flaunted its wings in a human way and flew away.

This mountain is the practice place of head Wan Ting, named Yanting Peak.When he arrived at Yanting Peak, Yuan Qiuhe raised his brows softly, and he walked towards the small bamboo building on Yanting Peak on foot, every step was equal in length, just like Yuan Qiu and this person, indifferent and arrogant, And everything is under control, and there is no room for variables.

The bamboo building in Yanting Peak was built by Wan Ting when he first practiced swordsmanship. Up to now, he has changed from a little-known boy to the master of a peak, the head of the valley of the underworld, and everyone in the world respects him.When Yuan Qiuhe arrived at the gate of the bamboo building, Wan Ting was practicing his sword, his sword intent was decisive, the sword light flickered, and the sword energy was like a rainbow like a horse practicing.And beside him, a young boy stood aside, holding an ordinary sword and making gestures with Wan Ting. The boy's movements were clumsy, but Wan Ting repeated it over and over again tirelessly. Seeing this, Yuan Qiu and As if feeling something, he stood silently on the side without making a sound to disturb him.

Wan Ting slashed with his sword again, and a stubborn rock not far away cracked in response. The young man held the sword between his arms and clapped his hands happily: "Master is really powerful!——"

Wan Ting retracted his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said loudly, "Qiu He is here!"

Yuan Qiuhe, who was standing at the door of the bamboo building, came in and bowed slightly, showing sincere respect: "Master, Junior Brother Ximo."

The boy named Lin Ximo turned around and also found Yuan Qiuhe's trace. He slapped his head and walked towards Yuan Qiuhe, a little annoyed. "It turned out to be the senior brother! Let the senior brother see that I can't learn sword moves again! Hey... Master is really, I have already found out that the senior brother still allows me to be so stupid... Well, okay... I still Let's go show the big brother some tea..."

Wan Ting scolded with a smile: "This skinny monkey."

"Junior Brother Ximo is the heart of a child." Yuan Qiuhe's eyes seemed to have emotional fluctuations, but it was not clear. He knew that Lin Ximo was loved by Wan Ting because of his straightforward and sincere personality. Even if his understanding was not enough, Wan Ting was willing to patiently teach him he.Although Wan Ting treats himself well, he is not so confiding.A few years ago, Wan Ting accepted him as the chief disciple of the sect master, but he was unconsciously a little conservative when teaching the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship. Yuan Qiuhe couldn't make jokes and please Wan Ting, so the relationship between the two became insufficient. , The state of being more than respectful.

"Qiu He, I heard that you have been in seclusion for a while, have you improved your swordsmanship?" Wan Ting said solemnly.

Yuan Qiu and Xinshou broke a bamboo branch without directly replying. He closed his eyes and recalled the moves of Wan Ting and Lin Ximo, using the bamboo branch as a sword. Although the bamboo branch in his hand was fragile, there was a faint layer of "sword energy" Floating on the surface, Yuan Qiuhe's sword intent is unstoppable, his moves are smooth and flowing, his brows are cold, as if everything can't be seen by him, although it is just a bamboo branch, it is like a sharp sword in Yuan Qiuhe's hand .

Yuan Qiuhe finally hit the stubborn rock that had already been smashed into pieces, and the rock was crushed even more, Wan Ting looked at the pile of dust with a puzzled look on his face.

"It seems that Qiu He has realized something again. It would be great if your junior brother can get a little bit of wisdom from you..." As if thinking of something, Wan Ting kept shaking his head again, as if denying his own words. "The Valley of the Dead only needs one Yuan Qiuhe."

Yuan Qiuhe lowered his eyes, "Master is too famous, but he was inspired by his sword intent..."

"That's also your ability." Wan Ting smiled and said, "Qiu He, it's like three years ago when I resisted all opinions and insisted on accepting you as a disciple. The first person to pass the way of refining the mind and swordsman, who practiced the way of swordsmanship with an ordinary body, that day I knew that you were born with a destiny for the way of swordsmanship, understanding is rare, and the destiny of immortality is destined."

Thinking of Wan Ting's kindness, Yuan Qiuhe calmed down, "Master..."

"But." Wan Ting looked at the bamboo branch in Yuan Qiuhe's hand, "You are too willful, Qiuhe!"

"Master?"

Wan Ting shook his head and said: "I will lead you to Yanting Peak, teach you how to use a sword, and teach you how to practice spiritual power. I thought you would be the best disciple of my Yanting Peak... even the rare one in the Valley of the Underworld. Genius... You did it, the people in the Valley of the Underworld have already regarded you as the No.

Yuan Qiuhe glanced at Wan Ting calmly.

"But you still refuse to wear a sword." Wan Ting felt a little relieved. "Not everyone can have a natal sword that suits their wishes, but you have never used a sword since you practiced swordsmanship. You would rather have a piece of grass... a piece of bamboo... than really swing a sword... Qiu He, this will be your hindrance, you are a monk, you need a sword, you can fly with the sword... wield the sword to control the enemy... not the one whose eyes are above the top... forever refuse to touch other swords."

Yuan Qiuhe said lightly: "Master is worrying too much, Qiuhe just doesn't want to be controlled by Yongjian."

Wan Ting frowned, and was about to say something, when Lin Ximo had made tea, and the two entered the bamboo house with a calm atmosphere.

Lin Ximo couldn't see Yuan Qiuhe's thoughts, but he could feel Wan Ting's dissatisfaction. He smiled and handed over a cup of tea: "Master, do you see that my tea making skills have regressed? Senior brother hasn't come for a long time... ...Master keeps telling me how smart and spiritual my senior brother is...I am tired of hearing it! Master misses senior brother so much, you should catch up on the old days!"

"You slippery monkey!" Wan Ting spat and blew on the tea leaves. "Ximo, go and get that murderous sword from the room."

Lin Ximo went away in response, Yuan Qiuhe sat on the bamboo chair beside him, the tea in his hand was misty, he stared quietly without drinking.

The Rushi sword that Wan Ting mentioned was forged by an elder in the Ming Valley who made swords. It was covered in red light and had seen a trace of blood, hence the name Rushi.That elder admired Wan Ting more on weekdays, and this sword was also given to Wan Ting by the elder on his own initiative.

Lin Ximo greedily handed the red sword in his hand to Yuan Qiuhe, his eyes lingering, he naturally pestered Wan Ting to beg for it for a long time, but Wan Ting was determined to leave the sword to Yuan Qiuhe, although some Reluctant to give up, but Lin Ximo still felt that such a good sword should match a character like Senior Brother.

"No need, master."

Yuan Qiuhe's eyes were flat, he never let go of the hand holding the teacup from the beginning to the end, and he didn't reach out to take it. Lin Ximo handed the sword with some embarrassment, Wan Ting frowned when he saw his lover being neglected, "Qiu He..."

"Master, the way of heaven is natural, this sword is destined not to be my own, there is no fate." Yuan Qiuhe glanced at Lin Ximo, seemingly unmoved. "and,