As soon as the black smoke dissipated, Song Yunyin turned his head and said coldly to the side: "Give back the sword."

"Ah?... Oh!" Mo Zixuan crawled up belatedly, holding the fairy sword in his hand, and awkwardly inserted it back into the original hole.

Lin Ziyu who stayed in the same place looked dazed, he had no memory of that time at all, he only remembered the moment when he just walked into the formation, his eyes went dark, and then he opened his eyes to see now.

Just as he was in a daze, the fairy sword next to him suddenly blew softly, floated up from the ground, and flew towards Ling Xiaoshou standing in front of him while spinning with the hilt up.

Song Yunyin withdrew his spiritual power, reached out to take the sword, and then suddenly switched positions with the Lingyuan sword in front of him, and stabbed directly under the ice layer with all his strength.

Ding!

The sharp blade penetrated deep into the ice, like a stone thrown into the water, and the golden curse of the Subduing Demon Formation disappeared again like rippling ripples.

The seal is back in effect.

A cold current surged from under the ice layer, and the dark frost condensed. Within a few breaths, the two swords were covered with thick ice again, and the drop-shaped ice edges hung down from the sword lattice, flashing at the tip of the end. Have a little blue aura.

Song Yunyin raised his head and saw that the Yanyan sword in the center of the ice field hadn't moved at all, it was very well-behaved, and his brows were slightly relaxed.

He let go of the hilt of the Wuming Immortal Sword, and stood up while holding his own Lingxiao Sword with one hand.

"You two..."

Just after Song Yunyin finished speaking half a sentence, his body swayed suddenly. The tiredness caused by the lack of spiritual energy in his body and the pain of the damage to the meridians caused by the backlash of the spiritual energy just received the impact of the magic energy flooded up like a tide.

His face turned pale, leaning on the sword on the ground.

"Brother Yunyin, are you alright?" Two teenagers outside the formation blinked and shouted with concern.

The ice layer in front of Song Yunyin's eyes flickered, and his eyes flickered. From the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw strands of black air emanating from the ground, rushing into the soles of his feet, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. .

What's going on, is it... an illusion...

Song Yunyin coughed and finally lost consciousness.

"Brother!"

……

There is the leisurely cry of partridges in my ears, the wooden windows squeak softly, and the breeze is gentle.

The man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother, are you awake?" A timid female voice sounded beside her.

Song Yunyin turned his head, and saw a familiar woman in a light pink dark dress, walking to the bed with a basin of water and putting it on the table beside her.

There are countless sword cultivator disciples on Lingxiao Peak. Among them, only Song Yunyin is the elder's disciple, and the rest are mostly side members. To die is just a name. Song Yunyin has the highest status here except Xu Chengjun, so everyone has to call him respectfully. big brother.

"Sister..."

Song Yunyin sat up, her voice still a little hoarse.

The woman in front of him looked a little familiar, and she was probably a disciple who was not good at swordsmanship and was often named by him in his practice.

A string of names flashed through Song Wenyin's mind, but he couldn't remember which one they should correspond to...

Forget it, it's not an important person.

The woman in the pink skirt seemed a little scared when she saw his unkind appearance, and said with weak concern, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yunyin stroked his chest, feeling a warm current that was ironing his body repairing his injured meridians. He looked inside and saw that not only his aura had recovered, but even his meridians had widened a lot. Bitter medicinal taste.

Maybe Master gave him some kind of panacea, so the injury healed so quickly.

"Where is Master?"

"The elder came to see senior brother just now, and after giving you the elixir, he angrily headed towards the Discipline Hall, saying that he wanted to teach those two stubborn disciples from Lingzhao Peak a good lesson."

It really is the master, Song Yunyin thought so, and cupped his hands in the direction of the Discipline Hall.

The girl in the pink skirt probably didn't expect her senior brother who had always been aloof to be so approachable suddenly, and she immediately relaxed a little, and started to fight for him.

"If you want me to tell you, senior brother shouldn't have saved those two ignorant brats, causing him to be seriously injured... If it wasn't for the elder's elixir, maybe senior brother would have been really vicious this time... Bah, bah, bah... It was Die Ling who said something wrong, senior brother has his own way of life, so he will definitely turn bad luck into good luck."

After Song Yunyin finished the ceremony, he turned his head and saw that the junior sister who didn't know her name hadn't left yet, and she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and soaked it in the water, as if she was about to wipe her face, she frowned, " When I was unconscious, were you taking care of me?"

"...That's not true. I was told by the elder that the elder brother was unconscious and unattended, so I thought of coming here." Die Ling clutched the handkerchief in his hand, seeing Song Yunyin's serious face, shrinking his head, He muttered in a low voice, "It's not that senior brother was in a coma for too short a time, when I received the news and arrived, you were already awake..."

Song Yunyin: "...this junior sister, men and women can't get along with each other. Don't do this kind of thing in the future."

Die Ling raised his head and said in a loud voice, "But senior brother is still injured—"

"I'm fine." Song Wenyin interrupted her bluntly.

"...Then...if that's the case, Die Ling will back down." The woman in pink reluctantly bowed.

"and many more."

"Huh? Elder Brother, what else do you want?" Die Ling's eyes lit up with hope.

"This washbasin is yours too, take it away together."

Die Ling: "...Thank you for the reminder, big brother."

It wasn't until Pingting's figure disappeared before his eyes that Song Yunyin stood up from the bed, took off his clothes one by one, gave himself a cleansing spell, and then changed into a clean Taoist robe, which was unique to Ling Xiaofeng. The blue brocade belt with moiré patterns, re-tied her hair and wore a crown.

He didn't open the door until he was sure that there was nothing wrong with his body in front of the bronze mirror. He stretched the five fingers of his right hand to the side, and called the Li Yuan sword with its sheath standing beside the bed into his hand, and raised his leg to step out of the threshold. , laid out a formation carefully outside the door to prevent people from trespassing, then turned and walked towards the Discipline Hall.

……

"Two little bastards! Who told you to go to Burial Sword Valley to steal the sword! I, Lingzhao Peak, have lost all face!"

The usual spacious and deserted hall of the Discipline Hall is full of people today, and angry reprimands can be heard from a distance.

The two shivering Tsing Yi disciples kneeling under the portrait of the Great Elder Kaizong were naturally the two chief culprits, Mo Zixuan and Lin Ziyu, as for the two sitting at the top.

The serious and unsmiling person on the right is Ling Xiaofeng's precept elder, Song Yunyin's master, Xu Maojun.

The other person who was furious, with wide eyes and a voice like a bell, was the peak master of Lingzhao Peak and the ruling elder of Shenjian Mountain, Wei Feng.

"Master, Elder Xu, we know we were wrong, and we will never dare to do it again next time!"

Mo Zixuan had a look of remorse, and Lin Ziyu beside him also looked bitter and bitter.

Seeing their legs kneeling on the ground twisting and twisting from time to time, their postures seem unnatural, I don't know if they have been "punished in advance" and flogged.

"Humph!"

Wei Feng blew his beard, "Is there a next time? It seems that one hundred chasing wind whips are not enough?"

"Uh... Master, there is no next time! There is no next time!"

As soon as Song Yunyin stepped into the hall, he heard Mo Zixuan, who was kneeling at the head, say with a sad face.

"Eldest brother." The disciple standing at the door guarding the Discipline Hall was the first to salute Song Yunyin.

"En." Song Yunyin responded lightly and walked into the hall.

Seeing him coming, Xu Chengjun, who was sitting at the top, softened his expression a little, "Yun Yin, are you awake? How is your injury?"

"Thank you, Master, for the elixir. It's almost ready." Song Yunyin said respectfully.

"Yeah." Xu Chengjun nodded, glanced at the two juniors kneeling on the ground, his expression turned cold again, "Elder Wei, the clan rules have orders, those who trespass in the forbidden area will be expelled from the sect at least, and killed at worst." No pardon. If just a few lashes of the whip can expose this matter, what about my disciple's injury?"

When Wei Feng heard this, his face turned blue. The several peak masters performed their own duties, and they could not interfere with each other's official affairs. The Discipline Hall is Xu Chengjun's territory, and Xu Chengjun's cultivation level is second only to the Great Elder among them. He originally thought that Xu Chengjun would give him a lighter punishment because of the sincerity of the hundred lashes, but what he said meant that he didn't intend to let the matter be dismissed so lightly.

Wei Feng's face immediately turned ugly. If Xu Chengjun insisted on dealing with these two juniors strictly, I'm afraid his two new disciples would be for nothing.

Lingzhao Peak ranks fourth among the five peaks of Shenjian Mountain. The resources and spiritual energy are not as abundant as Tianji Peak and Lingxiao Peak. It is even more difficult to collect good seedlings. The prestige in Jianzong will drop to another level.

But since the precept elders have spoken, there is no room for mediation in this matter.

Wei Feng sighed, and was about to agree, when he heard a gentle voice like a breeze coming from the door.

"Who made a mistake? He actually provoked the two peak masters to fight here?"

Several people in the hall raised their heads one after another.

The young man who stepped in from outside the door was wearing a kendo uniform with golden rims, his long hair was tied high on the top of his head by a gilt crown, bright red wreath tassels fluttered among the blue silk, his face was handsome, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he had a good demeanor A gentle and gentle young man.

Isn't this Lin Qinghuan, the most beloved little apprentice of the Great Elder of Tianji Peak?How did he come here?

Everyone was wondering, but Lin Qinghuan stopped beside Song Yunyin.

"Qinghuan has met the two elders." Lin Qinghuan didn't have a sword in his hand, but just fisted with empty hands, then he turned sideways, glanced at Song Yunyin, and showed a gentle and friendly smile, "Senior Brother Song, it's been a long time not see."

Song Yunyin nodded to him as a return gift.

The two of them were originally of the same generation, and there was no etiquette or impoliteness, but in the eyes of others, they were different.

You must know that Song Yunyin and Lin Qinghuan are very popular among the younger generation of Shenjianzong, and they are equally famous.

A mortal body stuck in the age limit, who has not yet practiced mortal body, forcibly broke through the entry test that many teenagers who have entered the qi refining stage could not pass. Because the mind is different from ordinary people, he was spotted by the elders of the precepts and accepted as the first disciple. , personally teach.Then Chao asked, and Xi built the foundation. Others racked their brains and spent decades of refining Qi that they could not break through. They just skipped the level without stopping. It has been eight years since I came out of Jiange retreat. I thought it would be good to be able to advance to the initial stage of Xuanzhao, but I didn't expect that I would directly form a golden core just by reading a book.

Compared with this kind of grassroots struggle history, which is a bit of a counterattack and face-slapping routine, the experience of the other one is a bit less inspirational. Lin Qinghuan was born as a Tianlinggen, and was directly brought back to the sect by the great elder who traveled abroad. By my side, as a closed-door disciple, I was favored by all my senior brothers in various ways, and Lin Qinghuan's luck was against the sky. The strange treasure rushes to give buffs, and encounters some evil monsters rushing to give experience. The speed of advancement is so fast that he is only a 16-year-old boy, but he is already at the level of the later stage of Xuanzhao.

Both are the Son of Heaven's favored son, just like two bright stars, while arousing the admiration and envy of the brothers, it is inevitable that they will be compared together.

But in terms of cultivation, Song Yunyin, who is in the Jindan stage, is obviously higher than Lin Qinghuan, but Lin Qinghuan is still young. Although it is quite common to spend a hundred years forming alchemy in the world of cultivating immortals, with the previous experiences, if you say that in the In the past six years, it's hard to say whether Lin Qinghuan, the youngest member of Tianji Peak, will be able to catch up with the talented first disciple of Ling Xiao Peak due to his good luck.

Although the person involved didn't feel anything, in fact, the people around him had already regarded the two as fierce rivals. At this moment, the two who hadn't had much contact with each other were suddenly in the same frame, and they were both young people in their prime, which immediately attracted a lot of attention. .

Comparing looks, let alone, the two are really evenly matched.

The sugar content of Lin Qinghuan's smile has been certified by all the senior brothers of Tianji Peak. This young man has a handsome face, a straight nose bridge, fair skin, two curved, slender eyebrows and big pupils, looking at you Sometimes it’s like a cat’s paw scratching someone. The cherry blossom-like smiling lips always have a soft smile when looking at people, as if trying to sweeten your eyes, which is pleasing to the eye.

And Song Yunyin happened to be at the two extremes with him. Although he was also handsome and handsome, but he was always like his master, with a straight face, a serious look, and a pair of long and narrow eyes. At that time, the majesty was imbued, the demeanor was calm, and he was only in his 20s, but he was just like an ancestor who had cultivated for thousands of years.

I heard that Lin Qinghuan is very popular in Tianji Peak, and the female cultivators of Xiuxia Peak also take good care of him. This affinity is simply unbelievable.Song Wenyin is also well-known in the Zong, but he is the kind who turns pale when he talks about it. Since he took over most of the things in the Discipline Hall this year, people in the Zong will look back just by mentioning his name.

"Qinghuan, why are you here?"

Lin Qinghuan was the great elder's beloved disciple. Although Xu Maojun and Wei Feng were elders, they still asked politely.

"Master heard that the forbidden area was breached, and Senior Brother Yunyin was responsible for the seal. He was very concerned about Senior Brother's injuries, so he specially ordered Qinghuan to send some elixir and spiritual weapons. On the one hand, it is also good for Senior Brother's injuries, and on the other hand On the one hand, if there is an emergency in the future, it can also be used by the senior brother to defend himself, so that he will not be in such a dangerous situation again." Lin Qinghuan raised his trademark bright smile, "It's just a small thought, you don't have to be polite, senior brother."

After finishing speaking, he wiped a fish-shaped jade pendant on his waist, and took out a universe bag.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your concern. Yunyin is fine now. Besides, guarding the forbidden area is the duty of the Discipline Hall. It's not a great achievement. Yunyin took these rewards with his heart."

Song Yunyin's face was pale, and he politely declined.

"Brother is too modest, how can it be considered meritorious deeds to do his duty? Besides, brother was injured on duty. If brother doesn't hold these magic weapons, how can Qing Huan explain to Master when he goes back?" Lin Qinghuan blinked and smiled playfully. smiled.

"Yunyin, since it's the great elder's kindness, you can accept it." Seeing that the two people didn't know how long they would back down, Xu Chengjun said.

The master had already spoken, and Song Yunyin couldn't refuse anymore, so he reached out and took the Qiankun bag.

"Thank you, Great Elder, for your concern."

Lin Qinghuan smiled, then turned to look at the two disciples in Tsing Yi who were still kneeling there on the ground.

"The two junior disciples are new disciples. I'm afraid you don't know that the ancient magic sword is sealed in the forbidden area. This sword is extremely tyrannical and already alive. If you are not careful, you will easily fall into his way and be seduced by him. Go, if not so, how could it be such a coincidence that it happened to destroy the formation set by the first generation elders?"

Lin Ziyu buried his head in pain and did not speak, but Mo Zixuan at the side had already sensed cleverly that this beloved disciple of the Great Elder of Tianji Peak was speaking for them?

"It's all our fault for being obsessed with ghosts for a while," he immediately went down the slope, "I heard that there are many magical weapons in the forbidden area, so I wondered if I could go to see them, so I became more courageous. I didn't expect to walk to the formation. We were controlled by that evil spirit, and when we regained consciousness, we had already pulled out the fairy sword and broken the seal... If Brother Yunyin hadn't arrived in time to seal the evil spirit again, Ziyu and I would have died, thank you Brother Yunyin, come to the rescue!"

As Mo Zixuan spoke, he pulled Ziyu who was at the side to turn around, and kowtowed to Song Yunyin who was standing beside him.

Song Yunyin frowned, and turned sideways to avoid it.

Before he could speak, he heard Xu Chengjun snort coldly, obviously he didn't like this.

Lin Qinghuan saw that Xu Chengjun's face had not softened, so he quickly smiled and opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere, "If the two juniors sincerely admit their mistakes, you can't just talk about it verbally. In my opinion, it's better to come to the Discipline Hall as a handyman for a month, by the way. Copy the clan rules a hundred times and get a deep understanding of the laws of our Shenjian sect. If you can't memorize the clan rules like Senior Brother Yunyin and understand them in your heart after one month, I'm afraid you really don't have the qualifications to step into the mountain gate .”

At the end of Lin Qinghuan's speech, the smile on his face remained undiminished, but his eyes were cold. Mo Zixuan accidentally glanced at him and shivered.

I always feel that Senior Brother Lin is more terrifying than Senior Brother Yunyin.

What Lin Qinghuan said is no different from making love with each other. Since he came here, he represented the meaning of the great elder. Wei Feng's face looked better this time, "Did you hear that, you two little bastards! Go back and clean up for me. Pack your bags and go to the Discipline Hall to make a good apology to Senior Brother Yunyin, if I find out that you haven't repented wholeheartedly, be careful to make you look good!"

Xu Chengjun still didn't speak, he thought to himself, the Great Elder never intervenes in the affairs of the Discipline Hall, so what does it mean to let these two disciples go this time? Doesn't he not know that this will greatly reduce the prestige of the Discipline Hall?Could it be that the Discipline Hall has been too popular in the past few years and wants to suppress them?

His complexion was not good-looking, Lin Qinghuan spoke tactfully, but the steps handed out were still too steep, he didn't want to walk for fear of being sprained.

In the end, Song Yunyin stood up and said, "Master, since this is the case, the two of them will be placed in the Discipline Hall for observation for a month. If they really repent, they will be sent back to Lingzhao Peak. Let's go out of the mountain gate."

Xu Chengjun looked at his lover and sighed.

Yun Yin looked difficult to get along with, but in fact his heart was too soft.

The elder commandment finally let go, but he didn't stop there. It wasn't enough to accept the consolation from the great elder, and he asked Wei Feng for a lot of compensation for the loss. He left with a dissatisfied face.

After such an outing, it was almost dusk when I returned to my residence.

Song Yunyin returned to his courtyard on Lingxiao Peak, closed the door, and looked tired.

Just after waking up, I was in a hurry to go to the Discipline Hall to deal with affairs. I haven't taken a good bath yet. Although I used the Qingchen formula, my body still feels a little sticky.

Song Yunyin likes to be quiet, and lives in a remote place, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a spring in the backyard. The scenery is beautiful and full of aura, which is very suitable for cultivation.

He set up restrictions on all sides, and he was not afraid that someone would come in suddenly, so he unbuttoned his shirt, bare his upper body, and walked towards the hot spring in the backyard.

After walking a few steps, his expression suddenly tightened.

When he came, the formation was not touched by anyone, but at this time, he could clearly see a hazy figure with his back turned to him through the mist in the pool water.

Who can pass through the formation of a Jindan stage monk without a sound, could it be the Nascent Soul's great power?

Besides, he remembered that there should be a cold spring in his backyard... Why is it steaming like boiling water now?

Song Yunyin was secretly vigilant, and with a move of his left hand, the Li Yuan sword came out of its sheath and flew into his hand. He just stood ten steps away from the spring, and said coldly.

"Who is the predecessor? Why are you here?"

The dim sunset casts dark red slanting shadows under the treetops, and the skyline presents a blue dreamy color, which together with the steam in the hot spring forms an oil painting-like scene.

Song Yunyin narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in the pool with vigilance.

I saw that mighty man standing up slowly with dripping water, the skin on his back and buttocks was steamed crimson, and his long black hair extended to two swirls around his waist. On the hollow-like depression, water droplets dotted with streamers flowed down three thousand feet, hitting the pool bit by bit, causing slight ripples where his thighs submerged.

As soon as the moist skin came into contact with the air, the water vapor flew away from the man's creamy white skin like a bird that had escaped from its cage, and a black flame flew from under the man's feet stepping on the bluestone slab. Emerging, as he stepped out of the pool step by step, it wrapped around his body, forming a black silk robe, the belt was loosely tied with a slipknot on the crotch, narrowly covering several key points parts.

"Who is this deity?"

The man turned his head, revealing those bright red eyes. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the long hair behind him was not completely black, but instead reflected a dark red light.

His tone was lazy and hoarse, with an evil look on his face.

"you guess?"

"Demon Cultivator!?" Song Yunyin's brows tightened, he flicked his right finger hidden in his sleeve, and sent out his voice using esoteric techniques, "How did you break through my sect's mountain protection formation?"

There was a trace of teasing in the man's eyes, he raised his hand calmly, a black light shot out from his finger, flashed in the air, and cut off the aura of the sound transmission secret technique.

"Fool, take a closer look, who am I?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer, and gradually a black aura emerged from the brows of his forehead, extending along that point in two directions, up and down, forming a mysterious flame-like flower tint.

Song Yunyin's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking it was impossible.

"Ling Xiao's first apprentice is really a nobleman who forgets things." The red-haired man smiled lowly, and said in a strange tone, "Yesterday he called him a monster, but today he turned his face and refused to recognize him."

"Flame-eating sword spirit!" Song Yunyin's expression became serious, and the long sword in his hand slashed at him without hesitation, "How did you get out?"

"Hey... Junior, don't point your empty shell at me." The Yanyan sword spirit dispersed and gathered behind the man like smoke.

He gently hugged the man's neck, approaching his ear as if intimately, and touched his smooth and elastic chest with his hands.

Song Yunyin only felt that his skin was burned by fire, but he didn't feel it.

Could it be?Is this just a phantom of the Yanyan Sword?

"Thanks to your blood, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that the first disciple of the dignified Excalibur Sect's precept elder is a descendant of the demon race. It's really a trick of luck."

"What did you say?" Song Yunyin's tone sank, and he turned around.

Yan Yan Jianling tilted his head, raised his chin with his slender fingertips, and said with an interesting look, "Oh? Do you really don't know or you don't know? If you really don't know, why don't you dare to tell your good master, In fact, you are not the root of ice, but the root of chaos, the ultimate magic cultivation physique that can practice five elements and various Taoism at the same time, and turn other people's cultivation for your own use?"

Song Yunyin didn't answer, but his face became very gloomy and terrifying. The Liyuan sword in his hand seemed to sense his master's mood, and it buzzed in his hand, showing awe-inspiring killing intent.

But the red-haired man was not affected at all, brushed the man's handsome face with the back of his hand, and raised a smile that turned all sentient beings, "Don't worry, I won't tell your secret to others, now you and I have each other The hole card, I think we can talk about cooperation?"

"I won't cooperate with you."

"Tsk, why deny it so resolutely, I don't believe it, don't you, as a swordsman, don't want to be invincible in the world, look down on all heroes, and become the strongest in the world?"

Demon Sword half-closed those bright red pupils, and whispered in his ear, "What is the Divine Sword Sect? You are the master of this life, and you are obedient to orders in this life, whether you want to be a demon king or worshiped by all living beings, this servant sword will fulfill it for you one by one."

Song Yunyin snorted coldly, knowing that he couldn't dispel the phantom of the Yanyan Sword, so he simply closed his eyes and closed his five senses.

But Yan Yanjian's ambiguous voice was even more ethereal than his figure, as if it was far away in the sky, but also seemed to be close in front of him, like the whisper of a devil, lingering in Song Yunyin's ears, "What's so good about righteousness, heaven and earth You are not benevolent, and treat everything as a dog. You are far from knowing how Tiandao selfishly distributes luck to the people he likes, and chooses the people he wants to use to ascend. It is better to give up the hypocritical benevolence and morality and switch to the magic way , with your aptitude, I am afraid that you will be able to conceive a baby in only three years. If you can practice more, it is not impossible to become a god in ten years. At that time, I will be under your throne, and you will be the only one in this floating cloud. Lord, don't you...don't feel the slightest bit of heartbeat?"

The man closed his eyes tightly and remained silent.

The smile on the Yanyan Sword Spirit's face gradually narrowed, "I'll give you time."

He stretched out his hand, and gently pinned the broken hair on the man's cheek behind his ear, and said in a deep voice, "Song Yunyin, remember, I'm waiting for your answer in the Burial Sword Valley."

As soon as the words fell, the black figure standing by the pool suddenly dissipated into a cloud of light smoke, and slowly disappeared in the water vapor, as if it had never existed.

After a long while, Ling Xiao's chief apprentice who was standing in place slowly opened his eyes, looked at the steaming hot spring, and remained silent.

That fiery spiritual power was all too familiar.

It was like the warm current that warmed and nourished the meridians in his body when he just woke up, which he regarded as a panacea.

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