The White Rabbit Immortal raised a cub and overturned

Under the white sleeves, Ye Jue's fingertips were trembling. He clenched his fingers to calm himself down, but it was useless. Instead, the huge range of movements caused the young man's eyes to turn slightly.

There was a smile on the corner of Qi Bofeng's lips, as if looking down on a prey struggling at his fingertips.

The prey was clearly a rabbit.

Ye Jue almost took up all the courage in his life, took a step forward, and yelled at him sharply: "Qi Bofeng, you are presumptuous, kneel down!"

A flash of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

It would be a shame to say that the kneeling last time was a kindness of teaching, but now it is a senior who has made a big mistake, and the senior regards himself as the elder brother, ordering him to kneel and admit his mistakes, it is a shame.

Ye Jue is an immortal monarch, his status alone is much more noble than Qi Bofeng's, and coupled with his senior brother's status, he naturally has the right to order him to kneel and admonish him.

Qi Bofeng naturally understood this truth.

He looked at the hem of Xianjun's white clothes, the white clothes were plain and clean, no different from ordinary roadsides, but after careful observation, the hem of the white clothes was actually embroidered with dark gold with a circle of dark patterns of auspicious clouds. The picture can condense spiritual energy and protect the body.

He gritted his back molars, took a step back, and knelt down heavily, his knees knocking on the bluestone slab with a dull sound.

In Qi Bofeng's expectation, the person behind the veiled hat must have an ugly face and a complacent look, but in fact Ye Jue felt a little bit of a thump in his heart.

Qi Bofeng, the Son of Destiny, was in a moment of confusion, and forced him to kneel down, and suffered humiliation.

What to do, what to do, offend him again, if he is really caught by Qi Bofeng for revenge in the future, usually he dies with a sword piercing his heart in the plot, but now the hatred is superimposed, will Qi Bofeng take his revenge? Tortured life is worse than death, right?

Several known tortures flashed through Ye Jue's mind, and with the fear of unknown punishments, he staggered and almost fell.

Qi Bofeng, Uncle Qi, this rabbit is wrong.

"You, get up." Ye Jue said to the young man hesitantly, thinking that it would be bad to let him get up first, and kneeling all the time.

The young man's knees did not move at all, but he raised his head and smiled: "Young brother will be punished for doing something wrong, kneeling is only natural."

Ye Jue's scalp went numb, and he hurriedly said, "No, no, actually, senior brother got angry for a while, and there is nothing wrong with your behavior."

"No." Qi Bofeng tilted his head and said, "I offended the Immortal Monarch, I did make a big mistake."

Ye Jue: "..."

Why is this damn child so stubborn!Clearly hold a grudge!

"Then kneel down and go back at sunset!" He threw down a sentence and hurriedly fled into the house.

The moment the door was closed, Ye Jue's eyes turned upside down, and he felt dizzy again. He held on to the edge of the table to stabilize his figure, his hair was disheveled, and his face was pale.

He thought that he could sit back and relax by keeping Afeng in the courtyard, but this Afeng is not the other Afeng. The original Afeng was soft, waxy, cute and cute, but now Afeng is covered with burrs. Tie it.

As long as Qi Bofeng was in the courtyard, he would always be worried and his consciousness would be unstable, and he might show his feet at any time, and would be a demon when he was discovered.

"Mistake, mistake." He murmured, and after gathering his mind, he took out the sound transmission jade talisman.

"Junior brother." A gentle voice came from the other end of the jade talisman.

"Senior brother!" Ye Jue seemed to have caught a life-saving straw. He had just met him in the morning, but he wept with joy: "Senior brother, let me tell you, I want to retire..."

But Xiao Minghong asked: "What's wrong with Ah Feng? I forgot to tell you about the seal of his spiritual veins. You can release some water-type spiritual power to help him practice... By the way, what do you want to say?"

7 Ye Jue shut up.

He wanted to say that he didn't want to teach Qi Bofeng any more, if he continued to teach, he would either be stripped of his vest by Afeng, or driven crazy by this dead child.

But now that Qi Bofeng is obediently kneeling in his courtyard, what reason does he have to resign from his teaching position?

"I want to go to Yunyou." He changed his mouth.

"Yunyou?" Xiao Minghong's tone was very surprised.

"Yes." Ye Jue rolled his eyes and began to pretend to be pitiful: "Brother, I don't know something. Recently, my spiritual power has been intermittent and extremely unstable. However, I have taken Lixiangyulu powder, but it can't cure this disease. So I thought about going out for a tour, looking for a chance to cure the disease."

Ordinary sects cultivated to the level of immortals, free to come and go, but Taixu Xianzun had two uneasy disciples, always thinking of running outside to cause trouble, so before leaving, he set rules for the three of them, Ye Jue If Hejun Zhangyan wants to travel, he must have the consent of his elder brother Xiao Minghong.

After Xiao Minghong heard it, his voice softened immediately: "So that's the case, you have to bother to teach Qi Bofeng again recently, it's hard work."

Ye Jue was about to say no hard work, no hard work, brother, as long as you agree with me to travel down the mountain.

But Xiao Minghong said: "If you really want to wander, I will agree, but are you sure you want to take... the natal spirit sword to go out?"

Ye Jue shuddered, thinking of his pitiful natal spirit sword. Since the natal spirit sword was struck by lightning and turned into a black fire stick, he looked annoyed and had already been thrown under the bed.

"If you want to go out, I won't stop you, but you can only bring one sword, which is your natal spirit sword." Xiao Minghong insisted.

This strategy is quite clever, I am afraid that Ye Jue will dislike his natal Lingjian Mountain and force him to use it in another way.

"I don't take it." Ye Jue said in a rare and tough tone.

Xiao Minghong was not afraid: "Then you should stay on the mountain." Then he hung up the sound transmission jade talisman.

"Xiao Minghong, you..." Ye Jue gritted his teeth angrily as he watched the jade talisman fade away.

It's not that he doesn't understand his senior brother, there is only one natal spirit sword, which is connected to the spiritual consciousness, not only when the spell is cast, the human sword becomes one, but also can protect one's life at critical moments.Xiao Minghong's insistence is not unreasonable, but when he thinks of his own shot, he blacked out the stick...

Ye Jue took out the spirit sword from under the bed, rubbed the black charcoal with his fingers, his face full of disgust.

Could it be that in the future when you show your weapons while traveling in the clouds, the other people's weapons are shining golden, but you are the only one who is dark, and others will probably ask: "Isn't your natal treasure actually a fire stick? What a novelty!"

"Wow, Xianjun, your fire stick still drops dregs."

"..."

Ye Jue didn't dare to think about it, his forehead throbbed with pain, but then he looked at the boy kneeling outside the door, if he didn't leave, he might be eaten by this wolf cub.

"How about... Wipe it, at least clean it up." He stroked the hilt of the sword lightly with his fingers, comforting himself, and at the same time lowered the requirements for the natal spirit sword: "As long as it is a little clean, it can be taken out."

Well, just do it.

In the early morning, the sound of footsteps came from the quiet path, which woke up the birds.

Qi Bofeng was neatly dressed and carried a long sword. He stepped on the mountain road step by step to the Bamboo Forest Yaju. His courtyard was behind the Bamboo Forest Yaju. The courtyard was clean and elegant, but it was still some distance away from the main courtyard where he practiced swords on weekdays.

Thin sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, he finally walked to the main courtyard, pushed open the bamboo door, and suddenly found a person sitting beside the lotus pond in the courtyard.

Clothed in white, with a figure like a bamboo, this man turned his head and smiled at him: "Junior brother is here to practice sword?"

Qi Bofeng's eyes widened, he looked around, and took a step back very vigilantly.

He inquired about Ye Jue Xianjun's preferences on the first day. According to Xiaotong, Xianjun always sleeps until he wakes up naturally, and occasionally wakes up at noon. It is impossible to get up early, so they don't clean the courtyard every morning, for fear of disturbing Xianjun's rest.

But today this person not only got up early, but also greeted him very happily when he saw him, as if what happened yesterday didn't happen.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Qi Bofeng's eyes were immediately filled with vigilance, even though Xianjun turned his head to ignore him, he still didn't dare to go forward, circled around the lotus pond, and ran to the center of the courtyard like a vigilant kitten.

After watching for a long while, he started to practice with the sword.

Ye Jue had heard the sound of the young man trotting a long time ago, and he didn't care about it. Now he is concentrating on one thing, which is to wipe the original name sword in his hand.

The name of this sword is Fubai. On the day the sword was made, catkins were flying, so it was named after it. The silver body of the sword is almost transparent, and even at night it exudes a gentle aura, which amazes everyone.

However, it is now smashed, with a layer of black charcoal that is difficult to remove.

He soaked the white towel in the water of the lotus pond, wet it, and then wiped the sword body. With a little force, he could wipe off a little bit of black charcoal.

"It's a little bit if you can wipe it off a little bit." Ye Jue comforted himself, and repeated the movement of his hand again.

While sipping a cup of tea, Ye Jue was a little tired, so he sat by the lotus pond and looked at the young man. The young man's footwork was breezy, his sword moves were cold and sharp, and he was sure to be a master of swordsmanship.

And Ye Jue noticed that the young man's eyes occasionally drifted to his side.

"What?" he asked.

Qi Bofeng stopped, hesitated for a while, and said to him: "Master Xiao said that water element spiritual power is needed to practice sword arts."

Ye Jue twitched her lips when she heard that, didn't she just want him to give some water-type spiritual power, and even brought out "Master Xiao".

"Here." He turned his wrist lightly, raised it slightly, and a stream of water-type spiritual power flew from his fingertips to the youth's sword.

Qi Bofeng bowed slightly, right to thank you.

Ye Jue lazily withdrew his fingers, looked down, and was surprised to find that all the black charcoal of the sword in his hand had fallen off, revealing the silver-white blade.

"This... Could it be the water-type spiritual power from just now?" He rubbed his fingers, and released another wave of water-type spiritual power. The moment the sparkling stream-like spiritual power surrounded the sword, black charcoal fell, And a little silvery white was revealed.

The water-type spiritual power can actually restore the brilliance of the natal spirit sword!

Ye Jue was ecstatic, and wiped it with water-type spiritual power a few times, then suddenly remembered something, and took out the sound-transmitting jade talisman: "Jun Changyan!"

"Why?" Jun Changyan was impatient.

"Why do you say that my natal spirit sword can't be restored to its original shape, it can only be rubbed a little?" Ye Jue said triumphantly, "Water-type spiritual power can also be used!"

"Oh Ye Jue..."

"Jun Changyan, you claim to have read all over the Book Pavilion, but you don't understand as much as I do." Ye Jue turned on the mocking mode.

Jun Changyan couldn't help yelling at him: "Ye Jue, do you know that this is a natal spiritual sword, and only your own water-type spiritual power is useful?"

"What's the matter?" Ye Jue felt strange, and for a moment took this remark as an excuse for Jun Changyan to save face, and hung up the sound transmission with disdain.

He raised the monstrous water-type spiritual power from his wrist, like a gurgling stream washing over the sword body. After a while, most of the layer of black charcoal on the sword body had fallen off.

"It's almost done!" Ye Jue was so excited that his eyes lit up, but in the next second, his eyes went dark, he was dizzy, and he fell back.

A figure appeared behind him, firmly supporting his skinny shoulders, but he didn't realize it, and fainted heavily.

Qi Bofeng hugged the white-clothed fairy, his palms stiffened, and his face was in disbelief.

The familiar touch of the palm, the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the slender waist all brought back the night in the secret realm. The corners of the adults' eyes were red, and he looked at him with half anger and half anger.

Really... so familiar.

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