sword color

500 years ago--

Tianchi Mountain in the northwest is covered with snow all the year round. Although spring is gradually waking up, the coldness is still lingering.

The mountain peaks soared straight into the sky, and among the lingering clouds and smoke, one could vaguely see numerous and solemn palaces.

The Yuyu Qionglou are all green ink roofs, with ancient bells and chimes under the flying corners. The solemn Sanskrit singing and melodious bells linger from time to time, just like the Nine Heavens Immortal Mansion, unattainable.

It is the place where the most famous sect of cultivating immortals in the northwest mountains - Shenxuzong.

The plum trees in the courtyard were full of snow-white plum blossoms, and the petals fell on the snow with the wind, and no one cleaned it, leaving only a faint fragrance in the courtyard.

In this floral fragrance, there is also a hint of sweet meaty fragrance faintly mixed in, which makes people's stomachs move, and adds a touch of human smoke and fire to this fairyland-like pure and peaceful place.

Standing in front of the door are two handsome sword-holding boys, both of whom have the cultivation base of congealing alchemy. If they are in ordinary cultivating sects, they are at least the core disciples. However, in Shenxuzong, they can only be doorkeeper boys .

The two of them looked at each other as usual, then swallowed helplessly, and silently recited the mantra, pretending that they couldn't smell it.

A dwarf plum slanted out of the courtyard gate, and was brushed away by Daoyue's wide white sleeves.

But no footsteps were heard.

The person who came was a tall man, with black hair pulled up high by a blue jade crown at the back of his head, long and hanging below his waist, his steps were steady, his brows were straight, his outline was clear and strong.

Seeing him, the two sword-holding boys in front of the door hurriedly lowered their eyes and bowed in salute. They just called out: "See the suzerain." They were stopped by the robed man with a flick of his sleeve, and had to retreat silently.

"Jian Qing."

The man's melodious voice came through the door, and almost at the same time, the smell of meat wafting through the yard suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed before.

Two vermilion Taoist doors opened without wind, and a slender figure walked out slowly. The first one caught his eye was a plain white silk shirt, with a blue and silver belt hanging from his waist. The flashing aura runes slowly circulated.

"Senior brother Tianxuan, why didn't you say something in advance when you came to my Jiange today? Otherwise, the younger brother would not have decided to reward Yishuang and Yizi for the altar of hundred-year-old Qionghua wine."

While speaking, the man came out from the shadow of the eaves. The bright sunlight obliquely cast a three-dimensional silhouette on his face, outlining sword eyebrows and thin lips.

Master Jianqing looked sincere, gentle and smiling, his dark eyes seemed to be looking straight into people's hearts.

The two Taoist boys behind him twitched silently in their hearts when they heard this - it's obvious that you drank it all yourself, and the 30-year-old virgin is still talking nonsense with his eyes open, is he ashamed?

——Of course, they are determined not to say such outrageous words that deceive teachers and ancestors.

"I'm not here to beg for a drink." Tianxuan glanced at the two little Taoist boys vaguely, walked into the room, rubbed his nose, and sniffed around.

"...Brother, what are you doing?" Jian Qing sat cross-legged on the futon on the jade bed, and asked calmly.

Tianxuan didn't notice anything for a while, so he took a look at his junior brother's face, and said leisurely, "Congratulations, junior brother, who has finally cultivated the body of a half-immortal, and will soon become the youngest sword fairy in the history of my Shenxu sect..."

Jian Qing interrupted indifferently: "Brother, you have already said 380 four times in the opening remarks."

"...Well, it's good to know." Tianxuan lifted his robe chicly, sat opposite him, stretched out his hand naturally, and said, "Don't you bring it?"

Jian Qing showed a look of embarrassment, pursed his lips, and finally had no choice but to take out a bunch of roasted chicken legs wrapped in oil paper from under the futon, which was almost flattened at the moment, and handed it hesitantly.

Tian Xuan raised his eyebrows upside down: "Who wants this from you? I want the Qiankun bag you just forged! The biggest one!"

Jian Qing smiled, "Did you say it earlier?"

He continued to eat the chicken legs slowly, even though the precious hand of the majestic Shenxu Sect Master was placed in front of him, he was sore.

Tianxuan said slowly: "The day before yesterday you caught and roasted Tianxiang Pig, the mount of Immortal Hua Jun. I will pretend that I don't know about it."

"Hey, you obviously ate that roast suckling pig."

Tianxuan said expressionlessly: "You plucked out the tail hair of my pet golden peacock to make a fan. I don't think I know about it."

"...You originally thought it only knew how to eat all day long but couldn't open its screen."

Tian Xuan paused for a moment, then raised his voice an octave higher: "You are the only one who is proficient in refining space magic weapons in the entire Shenxu sect, what exactly do you want?"

Jian Qing looked at him with a sad look, and said lightly: "Give me back my white tiger."

Quiet -- silent --

The two stared at each other dryly for a while.

Tianxuan said helplessly: "It's been more than ten years, and you still miss it so much."

It's ridiculous to say that the suzerain and the sword-wielding elder are from the previous generation, so they took up the burden of the Shenxu sect at a young age. Since they were born on the Tianchi mountain, there are very few opportunities to go down the mountain and enter the mortal world.

Jian Qing is an extremely talented disciple of this generation, under the teaching of his master, he only knows how to seek immortality and ask questions, but he has only two hobbies, which he can't give up no matter what: one is food, One plush pet.

However, the climate in Tianchi Mountain is so cold that ordinary animals can't stay there, only some mountain elves like the aura here.

Tianxuan, who had not yet become suzerain back then, traveled down the mountain with his master, and promised Jianqing to bring him a plush white tiger cub. Jianqing waited eagerly for three springs and autumns on the mountain, but senior brother Tianxuan reneged on his promise, Not a single hair came back.

So he was hated by this narrow-minded sword-wielding elder to this day.

Right now Jianqing is pushing this matter against him, Tianxuan suddenly lost his words, and had no choice but to get up and leave in desperation.

Before leaving, he did not forget to murmur: "Anyway, you are going to travel down the mountain soon, so just catch one that is pleasing to the eye and raise it."

Speaking of this, he patted his forehead and said: "Almost forgot the business, the master used divination before retreating to find out the chance of traveling for you, and said that you will experience a catastrophe."

"Oh? Is there a solution?"

Tianxuan said solemnly: "Master once said that as long as your heart is like calm water and you stop your emotions and desires, you will be able to survive the calamity and ascend to immortality. Otherwise - the road to immortality will be completely destroyed, and you will never be able to recover it. Remember it!"

Jian Qing closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Seeing that he looked like an old god, Tianxuan knew that the other party didn't take it seriously, sighed, shook his head, turned around and left.

In the early morning of the next day, Tianxuan announced in the main hall that the elder holding the sword had gone down the mountain and traveled far away to seek the way of ascension. The bastard stole all of them?!"

At this moment, the sword-wielding elder, who has changed into a navy blue Taoist robe, is stepping on the long sword and walking with the sword, with black hair flying behind him, wide sleeves rustling, indescribably chic and freehand, with a fairy-like demeanor.

It was just a sudden sneeze that almost made him fall from the sword.

The sun is approaching dusk, and the sky is full of sunset.

It was time to start the stove for cooking, and the overflowing aroma of vegetables competed to seduce the hungry passers-by, drifting away for a long time.

And in a dilapidated mountain temple in the wilderness, there was actually a strong smell of meat.

The mountain temples are simple and shabby, and even the statues of the land Bodhisattvas enshrined in them are dilapidated, not to mention the incense.

The furnishings in the temple are simple, there is no back hall, and the front hall is covered with some thatch and a few dirty futon mats.

An earthen pot was placed on the open space in front of the hall, supported by a wooden frame, and the bonfire below was strong, and the rich meaty aroma came from the pot.

The firewood was burning cracklingly, and the grass outside the temple kept moving. It seemed that small animals came following the scent, and occasionally half of their heads popped out of the grass.

On the futon, a long-haired man sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and resting his mind.A dark green Taoist robe is cut to match the lining, with wonderful runes faintly revealing on the hem, a simple long sword is carried on the back, and the jade crown on the head is shining with spiritual streamer under the firelight.

The light in the ruined temple was a little dark, and the evening sun slanted on the side of the man's face, and he could vaguely see his peaceful expression.

The earthen pot was placed in front of him, with no lid, except for a chicken leg sticking out.

The man appeases his growling stomach, breaks off the plump chicken legs in a leisurely manner, blows his dry air, and then begins to enjoy the delicious food happily.

The greedy cats outside the temple couldn't stand it any longer, and rushed in to snatch the delicious food. After hearing "bang bang—" several times, their heads all hit a layer of transparent barrier and were bounced out.

Under the impact, the enchantment slightly rippled like water waves, but remained motionless. The little animals had to lie outside, watching eagerly as the delicious pheasant was quickly filled into the man's stomach.

Master Jianqing had enough food and drink, cleaned up properly, removed the barrier as if nothing had happened, patted his ass and left.

It was early spring at this time, and the branches outside the temple were dotted with a few flower buds, and several chirping sparrows sat lazily on them, combing each other's feathers, and the branches were bent a little.

Master Jianqing passed under the tree and looked at the sparrows meaningfully, with a gentle look on his face.

Unexpectedly, the birds are quite spiritual, and they all flew away at once.

"Oh, it seems that I can't eat roasted sparrows for supper..."

Master Jianqing looked lonely at the backs of the little birds going away, shook his head, had no choice but to give up the idea, and started on the road again.

Spring is cold.

The man in the fluttering Taoist robe folded his hands into the wide sleeves, and strolled leisurely on the mountain trails.

Suddenly there was a slight ambiguous moan in the quiet surroundings.

Master Jianqing's ears moved slightly, and it would be good for ordinary people's ears to hear a little movement. A cultivator's eyes and ears are several times clearer than ordinary people's.

He turned his head and listened intently for a while, and soon even heard the intermittent words mixed with the groans clearly.

"Ah... um... so, so fucking cool! You're so tight! Ha! So fucking cool!"

"Hehe... Do you still want it? Huh?"

Listening to the voice, it seems that a man and a woman are making peace in the wild, teasing each other passionately, which is extremely explicit.

Master Jianqing raised his brows slightly, thought for a while, then quietly followed the sound, stood quietly behind the tree, and began to appreciate this live erotic palace in earnest.

In the grass lay a man with the appearance of a scholar, half of his trousers off, eagerly caressing a half-dressed beauty.

The scholar obsessively kneaded the woman's towering twin peaks, trembling with desire, showing his ugliness.

The woman turned her back to Jianqing, she couldn't see her face, she must have a good appearance, she leaned on the man's body, talked and smiled coquettishly, constantly luring the scholar to let go.

The world is a lesson, Master Jianqing swears to the pheasant in his belly that he didn't come here to spy on other people's sexual intercourse, but to vaguely smell a trace of evil spirit from them.

But the two of them got in close contact, and their auras blended together, Master Jian Qing was still not sure who was the goblin, but judging from the current situation, it was likely to be this seductive woman.

"Ahhhh... so comfortable... beauty, you are amazing..." Shu Changsheng roared, his face almost contorted in bliss, trembled violently, and fell softly on the woman's shoulder.

"Hehe, do you think I'm beautiful?" The woman pulled away from him, and her slender nails brushed the scholar's lips.

The scholar looked at her bewilderedly, his eyes blurred: "Beauty, of course wow! You, you—old, tiger! How could it be a tiger—!"

The sudden change in front of him almost made him dumbfounded, his mouth was opened wide, as disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly alive—the beautiful woman who was so beautiful turned into a ferocious blue-and-white tiger all of a sudden!

And it was after the two of them had just made love with each other.

This visual impact is not something ordinary people can bear. The scholar's legs were wet and smelly immediately, and he moved back desperately in horror. He didn't faint from fright, probably because he was too slow to react.

"Roar——" Baihu flicked his tail in a sly manner, looked at the other party contemptuously, and said, "Stupid man, he only flirts with the daughter of a daughter at home all day long, and he will disappear as soon as he is seduced by a woman." Hun, for the sake of your yang energy, this king will let you enjoy it again, hahaha!"

The changes that happened next, even the real Jianqing who was hiding behind a tree as a weasel, were somewhat unexpected.

This tiger demon who likes to suck yang energy is actually a male tiger!

Its front paws firmly held down the frightened scholar, showing the thick roots underneath, and mercilessly pierced into the scholar's weak body. The man let out a scream, and immediately blood dripped on the ground.

"I didn't expect that even tiger demons can change from female to male these days..."

Master Jianqing frowned and shook his head, and with a loud chirp, the ancient long sword behind his back suddenly turned into a stream of light, piercing through the heart of the vicious tiger demon in the blink of an eye!