sword color

The sky is like washing.

The snow and ice covered the mountains like clouds, except for the sound of the wind, only the sound of Tianxuan's slow footsteps and calm murmurs to himself remained.

"...I said, it's so cold here, I brought you some wine to warm your stomach."

Tianxuan took out the jug, wine glass, and a few small dishes from his sleeves like magic, and even wrapped them with mana to prevent them from being frozen into popsicles by the cold air on the top of the mountain.

While talking, he opened the lid of the pot and sniffed it, his long eyebrows stretched out immediately: "It smells good enough! It's really worthy of being treasured by the younger brother."

Tian Xuan poured two glasses of wine and put them facing each other.

He paused for a moment, raised one of them, lightly touched the other one, said with a light smile: "Brother, do it first." After finishing speaking, he drank it down in one gulp.

"Huh, it's really strong." Tian Xuan put down his wine glass, his throat seemed to be still burning, burning hot.

After waiting for a while, naturally no one responded to him, Tian Xuan closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them with a smile.

"It's shameful to waste it. Since junior brother is so polite, I should drink it for you."

"You haven't returned for a long time, so many little bastards on the mountain pester me all day long, it's really annoying..."

"It's a good thing that you confiscated your apprentices, and you were naughty one by one, but the senior brother was exhausted..."

As if talking about the funny part, the corners of Tian Xuan's mouth curled up slightly.

"There is a little guy who was carved out of the same mold as you when you were a child. He looks gentle and greedy. He finds a way to run to the kitchen every day, and he is not afraid that his little belly will burst..."

"Ah, by the way, senior brother went down the mountain a few days ago and specially found a spiritual white tiger cub for you, which can be raised at the mountain gate as a guardian beast. It feels soft and soft to the touch. I think senior brother will like it... "

After rambling on for a long time, the sound of wind and snow whistling at the door could be faintly heard in the cave, other than that, the place was still as quiet as a cemetery.

"Jianqing," Tian Xuan stopped talking all of a sudden, his nose felt a little sore for no reason.

He slowly closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse, and he said softly, "How about talking to Senior Brother? Senior Brother alone—"

The words stopped abruptly, Tian Xuan couldn't continue, so he closed his mouth tightly, staring at the huge ice wall in front of him in a daze, and remained silent for a long time.

The cold wind was still raging as before, and the cave was eerily quiet.

……

Tianchi Snow Mountain, the gate of Shenxuzong.

"Who! Stop!"

This loud shout did not stop the man in the apricot-colored gown from moving forward at all. The man looked indifferent, and walked straight in without even looking out of the corner of his eye.

"Did you hear that! No outsiders are allowed to enter the sacred place!" A gatekeeper Taoist boy in the foundation period was completely irritated by the other party's contemptuous ignorance, and he drew his sword and stabbed at him!

"Get out of the way, I don't want to hurt anyone." The man stared coldly, before the flying sword that came close to him was wrapped in a bright flame, he struggled endlessly.

"Ah! My flying sword!" Daotong's face turned pale, but fortunately the opponent did not intend to do evil, the flying sword lost its target and immediately fell from the air.

Only then did Daotong heave a sigh of relief, and looked vigilantly at the gorgeously dressed nobleman in front of him, seeing that he behaved gracefully and calmly, and his face was handsome, but his eyes were full of evil spirits, and his strong evil spirit was even more domineering. Cultivation of spiritual energy is incompatible.

"Tell you Elder Jian Qing to come out!" Du Zhilan brushed off his sleeves casually, and looked into the mountain gate. No matter how indifferent he pretended, he couldn't hide the anxious look on his brows.

"You...you are a demon cultivator? Elder Jianqing has not returned from his long journey down the mountain. What are you looking for?" Dao Tong was taken aback. Yuanyang and flesh and blood are all heinous villains!

I didn't expect to run into a demon cultivator who didn't have long eyes today, and ran to Shenxuzong to play wild in a big way!

"Isn't it?" Du Zhilan snorted impatiently, and walked in, "Go away, young master. Young master will find it by himself."

A small Taoist priest in the foundation-building period, he would probably kill people on the spot with a tiger roar, Du Zhilan really didn't want to talk nonsense with him, if it wasn't for Jian Qing's face, and his good temper, he would see each other if he didn't agree with each other blood.

Dao's childish face was flushed, and he even crawled back to report, thinking that demon cultivators and the like were not good things!

"Master! A monster is coming to kill you! Master! The head of the sect—!"

Xiao Daotong spread the warning sound far away at the top of his voice, Du Zhilan frowned, how could this guy know that he came to the door when he saw Laozi "killing" him?

In a short period of time, a large group of sword-wielding disciples ran out from all directions, rushing towards them as if facing a formidable enemy.

Du Zhilan curled his lips in disdain: "For Jianqing's sake, I won't get entangled with you little bastards."

He jumped up, transformed into a huge white tiger form in the air, spouted a few breaths of white air from his nose, scratched his claws, and rushed to the tallest building with the fastest speed to get rid of the surrounding crowd.

Jianqing, it must be there!

When Tianxuan came back from the top of the mountain, what he saw was this strange situation that had never happened since the founding of the sect: a large group of disciples surrounded and chased an incomparably huge snow-white tiger. The king seal on the forehead was as red as blood, and the evil spirit was pure and scary, but he ran up the mountain with all his strength, and slapped away anyone who blocked him, without hurting anyone's life.

"What's going on?" Tian Xuan frowned, looking at the white figure from a distance, he couldn't help but think of the tiger that Jian Qing was trapped in the illusion and insisted on looking for.

A blue-clothed disciple beside him hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Reporting to the master, this monster suddenly appeared at the mountain gate, barged in, and kept saying that it wanted to find Elder Jianqing. The disciples are trying to capture it, but this monster is very powerful. Ordinary disciples are not the enemy of one and the other, the senior brother and the second senior brother have already gone to help."

"Could it be it..." Tianxuan revealed a thoughtful face, shook his head and said, "Tell them to retreat, and the sect-protecting formation is also withdrawn, don't hurt it."

"But the head—" The blue-clothed disciple was stunned for a moment, and wanted to dissuade him, but he saw the head's figure faded into the air in the blink of an eye, and he used teleportation to go to the tiger monster in person.

Du Zhilan sprinted all the way, like a broken bamboo, without showing any signs of fatigue, and was about to set foot on the main hall of Shenxuzong, when suddenly his eyes blurred, and he caught a glimpse of a moon-white long sleeve from the corner of his eye.

"Aw!" In the blink of an eye, the world was spinning, and it seemed that someone had punched him hard on the forehead. Fortunately, his head was hard enough, and he almost didn't get a big punch.

"The head is really hard..." Tian Xuan cursed secretly, and turned his hands away, his bones ached.

He waved his whisk, looked down at the big white tiger condescendingly, and asked coldly: "Who are you? Why are you making trouble in our Shenxu sect?"

Du Zhilan's eyes were fixed, he still remembered the appearance of this person, that time he was tricked into the illusion by the black flag, and he made a fool of him, causing him to misunderstand Jian Qing, this guy is Jian Qing's senior brother.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, and immediately turned into a human form in the white light, and looked at him steadily, without saying a word, and looked at each other.

"My son, Du Zhilan, took the liberty to visit today to find my lover Jianqing. Where is he? I hope the head of Tianxuan can give me some pointers." Under the strange gaze, he remained calm.

my sweetheart?

Tianxuan's complexion was a little blue, and the language of the previous divination technique was still in his ears-if he fell into a catastrophe of love, he would never recover!

His junior brother Jianqing practiced so well and ascended through tribulations so well, it was all ruined by this tiger!

Now, the younger brother is sleeping on the top of the snow mountain, no different from the living dead, how dare this guy go up to the mountain to dignify? !

"Hmph, speak out wild words!" Tian Xuan said with a sullen face, flicking his sleeves, "Junior brother will never see you, give up."