Raiders White Moonlight Master

On the fourth day of the Xianmeng Conference, young disciples from various sects met a mysterious monk.The monk was dressed in white and had a thin body, covering his entire face behind the curtain.At first, everyone didn't take it seriously. After all, there are all kinds of strange people who participate in the Xianmeng meeting every year. For example, the female disciple of Huanhuazong covered half of his face with a veil, so Shen Baixing's attire was not criticized.

His first battle was with Wu Haimen's disciple, who was also proficient in puppet art while practicing swords.Although there is only one person on the stage, it can drive ten puppets that are as tall as a human being. The puppet is carved so lifelike that its eyes, nose, and mouth don't fall off, and it is equipped with a mechanism. General combat.

Therefore, Shen Baixing is equivalent to using one to block eleven. He has no use for Wanggui. After all, Wanggui is his exclusive fairy weapon. Its level is so high that other weapons can't match it. It was ranked second in the "Xianmen Weapons Ranking".The number one weapon is a Guqin, which is called "Chongming". Even in the world of cultivating immortals, few people have seen it. The reason why it can become the first is because 500 years ago, the only The god, Immortal Yuwei, saved countless people and monks with this zither.

Before the great war that caused a sensation in China, no one had ever heard of and seen Chongming. The disappearance of Chongming was just like its appearance, shining like a stream of light, and now there is only one stroke left in the history books.

No. 2 on the "Xianmen Weapons Ranking" has never been shaken, and now the No. [-] is Lingyun Zong Lingqing Xianjun's immortal weapon "Blinding Star", which is a long bow. If your cultivation base is high enough, even if you are separated by rivers and seas, you can still be shot to death.

Weapons are divided into grades, ranging from treasures, magical weapons, spiritual weapons, fairy weapons to divine weapons. There is an insurmountable gap between each level.Immortal artifacts can still be forged and refined by powerful monks, but divine artifacts must be naturally conceived from heaven and earth, and their power cannot be matched.

Without forgetting to return, Shen Baixing took the most ordinary long sword, which had no spiritual energy at all, it was completely dead.But it was such a dead thing that turned flowers out of Shen Baixing's hands, beating the young and energetic monks into a mess.

He was dressed in white with black hair, tall and tall, and said to the audience with a blank expression: "Who else will fight?"

Someone was whispering: "Who is this person? He can't see his face when he wears a curtain. I've never heard of such a person."

"Looking at his gesture of holding the sword, could it be from the Lingyun Sect?"

"Go, go, all monks in the world hold swords similarly, why are they from our sect?"

"He doesn't even report his family background, does he have no family or sect?"

"It's possible. Loose cultivators can also participate in the Immortal Alliance Conference, but rogue cultivators have always been inferior to us in cultivation, no way."

"I think he is just a loose cultivator!", You are competitive, and you can't get used to Shen Baixing's appearance of "looking down on everyone", so you get angry.

Shen Baixing pointed at the ground with the tip of his sword, and said calmly: "Who are you?"

"I am the disciple of the Second Elder of Jade Blood Pavilion, and I am here to ask Your Excellency for advice."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he impatiently confronted him with a spear.

Shen Baixing stood calmly on the spot, waiting for the wind swept by the spear to lift the curtain. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword conjured up a white lotus with double petals. The lotus bloomed with spiritual power and knocked down the challenger on the ground with a bang. land.

Many disciples who were watching: "!"

"awesome!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-brother ."

"The five disciples of the Jade Blood Pavilion just defeated the female cultivator of the Huan Hua Sect in the morning, why did they lose to this person so quickly?"

"Skills are not as good as people."

"I can't tell which power it is."

Shen Baixing pursed his lips tightly and stood calmly inside the barrier. No one should have seen his face just now, even if they did, they wouldn't recognize it.

Before Shen Baixing could confirm whether he had been exposed, there was a lot of chatter underneath.

"You are stupid, the Almighty Immortal will not brazenly challenge us juniors. They don't care about the prize of the conference if they want any panacea."

"Yes, junior sister, you are right."

Shen Baixing said in his heart: "He really only cares about the prize, who made him a pauper now?"

At the same time, there were more people sitting on the seats for the heads of various factions to watch than the previous few days.The farther you go to the back, the higher the cultivation base between the two sides of the competition, the more interesting it is to watch. Usually, the disciples who are valued by each faction will appear on the stage, so of course you have to keep an eye on it.

On the right hand of Wenzhen is Lingqing Xianjun who appeared for the first time. He glanced at the golden-winged roc following behind this junior brother, and said: "I thought you had driven this bird away a long time ago."

Transforming into a bird form that was only one person tall, Dapeng ignored Wenzhen at all, and picked up Lingqing's sleeves that dragged the ground.

Lingqing looked at Dapeng holding his sleeve between his two wings with a cold face, and said indifferently: "Brother, he has a name."

"I know, isn't it Jin Ming? Brother, remember."

"Since I remember, why do you call him a bird thing many times."

Wen really felt that his senior brother was unhappy, but this senior brother was even more unhappy.He is a dignified cultivator in the stage of transforming gods, he has the heart of an old mother who can't stop doing it, and there are a lot of miscellaneous things in the sect every day, but the second junior brother often gets poisoned by testing medicine behind closed doors. A bird has concluded a spiritual pet contract.It's fine if it's a good bird. A few years ago, Wenzhen went to Yulu Peak to find someone, and met Jin Ming, a bird, who rolled around on the junior brother's bed while his junior brother was away, and his movements were obscene.

Since then, Wen Zhen believed that Jin Ming was uneasy and kind to Ling Qing, and his dear junior brother could not let a bird do it, so he reminded Ling Qing from time to time to drive Jin Ming away earlier.Good guy, Jin Ming not only didn't chase him away, but he did some kind of magic trick to confuse the younger brother, and coaxed the younger brother to form a bond with him.

The only thing that makes Wen Zhen feel at ease is that the Jinmingniao thing has never cheated on his junior brother. Regarding this matter, Wen Zhen has to confirm with Lingqing every other month, and the junior brother will definitely reply to the heart of Senior Brother Tenengan. .

Ling Qing kept a cold face when he was fine, Wen Zhen had long been invulnerable, and said seriously: "Junior Brother, what do you think of that man's cultivation?"

"Who?"

Wen Zhen pointed to Shen Baixing on the field.

Lingqing: "It's no match for me."

Wenzhen: "It's as if you didn't say it."

Lingqing: "Then don't ask."

A long sigh came out of Wenzhen's mouth, and he couldn't help but sigh, "It's not easy to be a teacher, and it's even more difficult to be a senior brother."

On this day, Shen Baixing's prestige was widely spread among the young monks. Although they didn't know what this person looked like or his name, it didn't hinder him at all from watching him beat him up neatly.

Before going to the conference, Shen Baixing didn't tell anyone, so when he returned from the day's activities, he was greeted with serious faces of two people and one face of a cat.

The sunset glow spreads brilliantly in the sky, surrounded by clusters of flames burning in the air, and the light interweaves with the thin clouds of Lieyan Peak, blurring the boundless scenery of wind and moon.

Shan Yuan sat on the wooden bench in his master's room, with the rays of light behind him, he said, "Master, this disciple is worried about you."

Ah Shui: "Sir, Ah Shui is also worried about you."

Lion cat: "Xiaobai, you are too nonsense."

Shen Baixing: "...all shut up." As a master, husband, and owner, what he does depends on his heart, how can he allow them to talk about it?

Being reprimanded, Shan Yuan's eyes darkened, he got up silently, cupped his hands and said, "Master hasn't eaten yet, my disciple is going to cook for you", after finishing speaking, before Shen Baixing could respond, he went out quickly.

Ah Shui: "Sir, I'm going back to Brother Bai Chang to practice swords."

The lion cat meowed, turned its back to Shen Baixing with its beard and eyes wide open.

In the originally crowded room, Shen Baixing was left alone in an instant. The slightly hot wind blew into the window and raised the black hair on the sideburns. On the light brown eyes, the black eyelashes trembled slightly. Shen Baixing thought to himself: "Am I Too much? Even the disciples are dissatisfied and shake their faces."

But no matter how dissatisfied Shan Yuan was, Shen Baixing would not stop participating in the Fairy League Conference because of this.He took the flesh from the lion cat's neck, hugged it into his arms, and walked to the bed.

The lion cat was angry, twisting its fat body to protest: "Let go! Cats have dignity!"

"Don't make trouble."

"The cat is not making trouble."

After fighting with a group of people for a day, although he is very strong, it takes a lot of effort to operate his spiritual power, Shen Baixing is dying at the moment, with his eyes half closed.

Without Shen Baixing's shackles, the lion cat easily escaped from the opponent's embrace. It wanted to jump off the bed, but stopped when it realized that there was no movement behind it, "Xiao Bai?"

"Yeah," Shen Baixing replied softly, "I'm tired today, let me sleep with her in my arms."

The lion cat raised its neck high, and reluctantly got into Shen Baixing's arms, letting the other party hug him, and said: "Just this time, let's make no exception."

Steady breathing came quickly, and Shen Baixing fell into a fast sleep. From the window of his yard, he could see the mountains of Lieyan Peak, birds and white clouds, sinking into the afterglow.The gauze curtains and bed curtains swayed quietly with the wind, and the yellowed books were placed on the long table, and the pages were turned by the wind, with Shan Yuanli's handwriting on the back of the paper still left.

The temperature in the evening was lower, and Shen Baixing was a little cold lying on the bed with his clothes on, he bent over and pulled the quilt over and covered him up.Shen Baixing's sleeping appearance has always been not very well-behaved but not too much. Usually, because he wants to pretend to be cold, the corners of his mouth are habitually pressed down slightly, giving the apprentice an image of "being a serious teacher".But at this moment, he was completely relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised because of the comfort. His lips were very light in color but their shape was excellent. He unconsciously wanted to be kissed, to see if his lips were sweeter than floral dew. .

A tall and straight figure walked slowly in the setting sun, and finally stopped at the door of Shen Baixing's room, put down the food and closed the door gently.

Following his master's movements, Po Yan broke free from the scabbard, piercing the air like a rainbow, and the originally pitch-black blade reflected a golden luster.Shan Yuan recalled the moves in the sword manual, and poured spiritual power into the long sword, and in an instant, fine and complicated characters floated around the sword.

He couldn't figure out why Master was going to participate in the Xianmeng Conference when his health was obviously not good. He didn't like the way Ah Shui looked at Master, and didn't like that Master cared more about him and others. He wanted to avenge his father but hated him. My bones are not good and my progress is slow.Shan Yuan felt that he was a failure, not at all like the young man who wasted blood and sweat on the battlefield in the past, all kinds of emotions intertwined into a net to tightly strangle Shan Yuan's heart.The speed of his sword dancing became faster and faster, and the little spiritual power in his dantian was forced out, and condensed into strands of energy at the tip of Poyan's sword.

Shan Yuan was immersed in his own emotions, he didn't realize that the rockery and trees in the yard were finally replaced by the brutal sword intent, his mind was full of moves and emotions.

boom!

Po Yan split the railing of the lotus pond with a sword, and the broken stones fell into the water, scaring the carp to run away.

The dark eyes began to change into scarlet color, Shan Yuan ignorantly felt that these emotions were wrong, but he knew the temptation of a certain voice whispering softly in the sea.

Until another strong coercion came, Shan Yuan couldn't move his hands and feet under pressure, followed by crisp applause.

Shen Baixing stood in front of Shan Yuan with disheveled hair, he had no strength left in his slap just now, and it woke Shan Yuan up heavily.

"...Master?"

Shen Baixing slept soundly at first, but was suddenly awakened by the rumbling noise.He thought someone had broken in, and was about to ask his apprentice to deal with it, but he didn't expect that the spiritual power he was so familiar with was Shan Yuan.Fortunately, Shen Bai rushed out before he had time to tidy up his appearance. Fortunately, he came quickly, otherwise this boy Shan Yuan would have a heart demon.

My disciples are usually honest and don't do bad things, so how could they have inner demons so soon?Shen Baixing couldn't figure it out, so he said coldly, "If I don't look at you for a day, my cultivation will become more and more chaotic."

"Disciple knows what's wrong."

"What's the use of knowing a mistake?" Shen Baixing was really angry.

Shan Yuan was taught to kneel on the ground.

"Get up! It's not proper for a man to kneel down at every turn."

Shan Yuan felt ashamed: "Master taught me that."

Shen Baixing wanted to train again, but in the blink of an eye, he saw the red slap marks on his apprentice's face, thinking that he had beaten and scolded, and it was useless to continue scolding.With his hands behind his back, he regained his composure and said, "Forget it, I'm here to teach you personally today, Master."

Said, Shen Baixing took a step forward, took Shan Yuan's hand holding the sword, "That sword should be swung like this."

Fortunately, if Shen Bai had Shan Yuangao, he would stand behind his apprentice and hold his hand to teach him personally.But he was not as tall as Shan Yuan, so he could only stand in front of the opponent with his back to him, with one hand covering the back of his apprentice's.

Spiritual power surged to Poyan from the folded hands, and the brilliance flowed in an instant, and the sword light in the courtyard was full of light, and a sword transformed into countless swords.

In the sword formation, Shan Yuan stammered: "Master, Master."

"Concentrate."

Like a ferocious beast out of the cage, Po Yan rushed out with a fierce sword intent as Shen Baixing's arm rose and fell, smashing a mountain rock into countless tiny pieces, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Shan Yuan still maintained the action just now, holding his master in his arms from behind, and couldn't find his voice for a long time.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door, but Shan Yuan didn't respond.

Shen Baixing frowned and looked at the hand that was held by the apprentice who didn't know when, and said displeasedly: "How long will you hold on to be a teacher?"

The author says:

Of course it's time to catch