sword color

"This is really... horrific!" Jian Qing's face was covered with dark clouds, and he resolutely retracted his stepping foot.

This cave is really unusual. I am afraid that it is protected by a powerful barrier. The Heavenly Tribulation Cloud cannot sense Jian Qing, and the thunder point as thick as an arm slowly disappears, but the dark clouds do not disperse. It is probably waiting for him to step out again. Dongfu.

At that time, what awaits him is a real thunderous blow!

Jian Qing pursed her thin lips, hurried back to the depths of the cave without saying a word, and looked at the wishing well gloomyly. If it was said that what happened last night had nothing to do with this well, no pig would believe it.

But right now, how to deal with the imminent crisis is serious.

Thinking of this, Jian Qing withdrew his icy eyes, and finally fell on Du Zhilan - the latter was still sleeping heartlessly, smiling smirkingly, talking in his sleep with his mouth open.

Jian Qing sighed, his eyes softened a bit, the bewildered scenes of last night resurfaced in his mind, and to a certain extent, the extremely innocent elder holding the sword couldn't stand the old blushing.

Although it was not his intention to do such absurd thing, but the mistake has already been made, the paper window is pierced, and he wants to pretend that it never happened, how is that possible?

He coughed twice, hesitated for a moment, and sat down beside the other party.

"Daoist Sanqing, the success or failure of this disciple depends on God's will. If he succeeds, he will become an immortal immediately, and if he fails, he will be wiped out. As for him..."

Jian Qing's brows were tightly knit into a river, and the two fingers of his right hand were pressed together and lightly pressed on the opponent's forehead.

"No matter what the result is, it is impossible to have anything to do with him, or else, simply wipe his memory about me—"

The ruthless thought that flashed through his mind startled him, and immediately he sank down and hesitated.

When did I actually have such a day of indecision.

"Du Zhilan." Jian Qing said his name silently in his heart, and stretched out his fingers lightly to poke the other's tender cheek.

The disturbed young master Du frowned, moved his nose, and muttered vaguely: "Jianqing... don't want it..."

"...Stupid tiger." Jian Qing looked at him dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say a lot, but in the end it only turned into a soft sigh, like a breeze blowing over Du Zhilan's forehead.

Dawn had long passed, and the calm-breathing little tiger put away its tail and ears, but there was still a faint blush on the side of its face, indicating that it was lingering last night.

Jian Qing took his gaze away from his face with great difficulty, and looked solemnly at the sky outside the cave.

He kept all the Qiankun bags with Du Zhilan beside him. Anyway, he no longer needs these magic weapons no matter whether he succeeds or fails. Leaving them to him will at least give this troublemaker more self-protection ability.

"Well, it seems that I can't do what I promised you." Jian Qing's expression became much lighter.

Sooner or later, he knew that he would come back on such a day, but the parting came too fast, too urgent, too sudden.

It caught him off guard, and he didn't even have time to think about a proper arrangement.

"But it's okay, cut the mess quickly, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Jian Qing stood on the edge of the cave, watching the thick black clouds spiraling into a bottomless black hole, in which lightning flashed continuously, as if God's punishment might come down anytime and anywhere.

——Cultivating immortals is something against the heavens, so they will naturally be punished by heaven.

Seeing this scene, almost all the spirits and monsters with a little cultivation level in this area were scared out of their wits and ran as far as they could. The residents of the villages at the foot of the mountain were also horrified by this weird celestial sign and vision, but it was okay. In Jieyun, there is a certain limit, otherwise it will be a sin if the people lose their lives.

After all, Jian Qing didn't wake up Du Zhilan.

Sleeping in a dream and not waking up is better than waking up and accepting the fate of life and death.

To prevent the little tiger from waking up and rolling around and acting like a baby again, he would give his already shaken heart of cultivation and give him another hammer.

Although the ending of today was expected early, but all kinds of sadness can't change the slightest bit.

What should hurt still hurts, what should be separated still has to be separated.

"If you are lucky enough to get through this calamity safely, I'm afraid that you will fly directly to the heavenly realm, and you won't be able to stay in the human realm for a second. If you fail, you may not be beaten to ashes by the thunder calamity. If you are so desperate, it's good not to see you."

He believed that after a while, if Du Zhilan couldn't find him, he would gradually forget about him, whether he ascended to the demon world in the future, or found a good-natured beauty.

After all, that guy is a dignified old man, he must not be looking for life and death for the love of his children.

This time, the sky and the earth will be separated forever.

The moment he was about to step out of the cave, Jian Qing suddenly stopped.

The surroundings are still completely silent, only the stalactites drop crisp water droplets drop by drop, hit the ground, or fall into the stream.

A little fluorescent light appeared on the tip of his finger, and he cast the last spell, and a short plum blossom branch slowly floated to Du Zhilan's side.

A cold light of "咻" mercilessly cut over!

The flower branch was cut in half helplessly, and the pure white petals were scattered all over the ground.

"Although I'm a bit stupid, I'm sure I'll be smart at the critical moment." Jian Qing finally cast his deep gaze on the sleeping Young Master Du, and took a deep look.

Finally turned around and stepped out of the cave without looking back.

That plain white figure went farther and farther away, came alone, came alone, and left alone, with only a demon-killing sword behind him, life and death accompany him.

Above the head is the robbery cloud that boils suddenly, thunder and lightning.

……

It is unknown who formed the enchantment in the cave, but it is extremely powerful. The sound of thunder is deafening from the outside, but what comes into the cave is hazy and indistinct, basically negligible.

Du Zhilan's "heroic devotion" last night had exhausted this pampered rich man, and now he was sleeping like a dead pig. It was not until Jian Qing left for a long time that he gradually woke up.

"...Jian Qing?" Du Zhilan rubbed his dry eyes, just like when Jian Qing first woke up, he looked around in a daze, he hadn't fully woke up from the lingering dream last night.

No gums, no silk quilts, no warm tents, no red candles, and... no swords.

Du Zhilan lowered his head in a daze—the deep and shallow red marks on his body were the evidence that it was too late to erase, but only a thin navy blue coat was left, silently telling that all this was not a dream.

"Jianqing!" He yelled in a hoarse voice, and the only response was the echo of the empty cave.

Du Zhilan panicked a little.

Uneasy thoughts suddenly surged in his mind, he wondered if the other party found out that he made a wish in the wishing well, and he was angry?

Still feel awkward, shy?

The noble young master was thinking dully, it was clearly my young master who was in so much pain yesterday!

But in the next second, his eyes froze - not only his eyes, but also his expression froze on his face, with a silly look on his face.

Two truncated plum blossom branches lie quietly on the side, half of the petals have withered, and the rest are about to wither.

The fracture is very neat, it is a sword.

Sword cut, plum break.