After wearing the book, I became a fairy godmother

The moon-soaked bamboo trembled even more, the leaves rustled as if being blown by the wind, as if they were playing with Chen Zhiyuan.

However, Chen Zhiyuan picked up his leaf and knocked on it, he was not willing to take off a piece after all, his calm smile was like a clear spring, gurgling through the mountains and rocks.

"It's good to look like this, if you go back to the original, you can see more clearly." Chen Zhiyuan tapped the bamboo leaves again before stopping, standing aside and muttering.

After finishing speaking, the long sleeves in the green clothes fluttered, and Chen Zhiyuan stretched out his hand, and the Potianjian fell into his hand.

"Pay attention to comprehension, this deity only does it once." Chen Zhiyuan raised the sword and flew up, the sword tip began to exude Ling Ran's sword intent when he picked it up, like the awe-inspiring snow that suddenly fell in the infinite darkness.

The complex cloud patterns on the Potian Sword floated, shining with a cold golden light, quickly driven by Chen Zhiyuan's aura in the air, wrapped in the supreme sword intent, like a sharp axe, with the momentum of holding mountains and surpassing seas , is about to split the world.

In the boundless world, the already condensed spiritual energy was suddenly gathered, and the monstrous spiritual energy was rushing like a huge flood, but at the next moment it was restrained by a green robe, and with the sleeves stretched out, it melted into everything in the world, and suddenly began There are endless mysterious changes.It is like the snow that melts on the branches in spring, or the rain that falls on the flowers in summer. When the autumn wind blows, the aura rolls up a little bit of chill and turns into awe-inspiring frost. Where the frost flies, the boundless snow quietly presses down. Cover the twigs that are about to sprout in spring.

Born to be a flower, finally withered, flew away like water, but could not stay.The spiritual energy is constantly surging in the silent world, but the shadow of the flame floats, thawing the silent freezing cold.

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Chen Zhiyuan flew down when the aura was changing, leaving behind only a sword intent, driving the aura to circulate continuously.

The Potian Sword was taken back, and Chen Zhiyuan lay down on the soothing couch in a leisurely manner, waiting calmly in the breath filled with the moon-soaked bamboo.

I don't know how long I waited until the moon-soaked bamboo in the courtyard swayed gently again, and the fluorescent light around me continued to flow, and finally became weaker and weaker. In the light that was about to disappear, a moon-white human figure appeared.

"Are you awake?" Chen Zhiyuan waited until Yuebai appeared, and with a flash of his eyes, he picked up the Taoist robe on the ground, and let the robe automatically put on Yuebai's body.

Only then did Yuebai open her eyes in a daze, looked up at Chen Zhiyuan, seemed a little unwell, narrowed her eyes, and said softly to Chen Zhiyuan: "Master, this disciple is dreaming."

"What did you dream about?" Chen Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, looked down at him, and waited for him to continue.

"Tu'er dreamed that he had turned into a bamboo, and saw you wielding a sword. It was so mysterious and moving. Tu'er was so excited that he wanted to applaud you, but after clapping for a long time, all he could hear was rustling..."

Yuebai dryly talked to Chen Zhiyuan about her unaesthetic dream, without realizing that Chen Zhiyuan's eyebrows were getting higher and higher when he was talking, and he sighed when he finished speaking, which was quite awkward. Discouraged, he asked, "That sword intent hasn't disappeared yet, what have you realized?"

"Ah~" Yuebai called out, and after realizing it, he said excitedly to Chen Zhiyuan. "I don't know why, but in my dream, when I saw you dancing your sword, I always had the urge to try it."

After saying that, Yuebai stood up, patted the non-existent ashes on his body, and made some gestures. He always felt that something was wrong, and he resolutely flew up when Chen Zhiyuan handed him his Heaven Breaking Sword.

In Yuebai's hand, the Potianjian suppressed the terrifying sword intent, and was held obediently in his hand, scrolling through the scroll in the aura.Yuebai is like a naughty child who takes something from an adult and keeps trying, only in the stumbling, the Potianjian dances more smoothly and willfully every time.

Chen Zhiyuan's eyes didn't move, he just lay lazily on the couch, quietly watching the gradually condensed sword intent stir up the spiritual energy, and savoring the refreshing aura overflowing with the changes of the sword technique, like an anne Tian and warm dream.

Yuebai's white clothes fluttered in the wind. After dancing for an unknown amount of time, the faint sword intent finally took shape, but at the next moment, it spread out in the air like a lotus leaf swinging by the wind.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the courtyard, and the figure in white finally landed calmly in front of Chen Zhiyuan, like a flower bud blooming at the bottom of the water, falling between the sky and the earth, bringing the freshness of the waterfall in early spring, which is touching.

"Master, how is it?" Yue Bai raised his head and asked, with a smile on his face, like crystal drops of water dripping on the petals.

Chen Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, calmed down a little, and then looked at him in the blink of an eye, his eyes were unmoved, his pale lips parted slightly, and reluctantly said: "Shang Ke."

Chen Zhiyuan watched him sit up with a smile, motioned him to come closer, until the tall bridge of the nose fell into his eyes, lightly hooked his hands, and said playfully, "But, do you know what the sword is for? It is used to kill people."

"But you have no murderous intent." Chen Zhiyuan quietly looked at his eyes that were as moist as black jade. On the eyes, the long eyelashes curled up, and they kept flying up and down due to the master's intention.His eyes dimmed, and he suddenly raised his hand, wanting to touch the flickering eyelashes.

"Then, apprentice, change it again?" Yuebai was worried, biting her lip and looking at Chen Zhiyuan.He tilted his head and flashed the hand that wanted to be a demon, and continued to blink and whisper.

"If you have such a heart, why do you have to force it?" Chen Zhiyuan didn't respond to him, he came back to his senses, put away the Potian Sword in his hand, and said calmly. "Your talent is different from ordinary people, each has its own way, and it's okay to have no killing intent."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeves, and the aura around him moved again. Chen Zhiyuan personally raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said to him, "Think about your sword."

"In this place, disciple can just think about it?"

"En." The long and curled eyelashes scratched in the palm of his hand, and Chen Zhiyuan's eyes moved, and he said casually. "The deity said yes, you can."

Chen Zhiyuan couldn't tell where this place was, it's been too long.But this place is very familiar to him, it seems to be of the same origin as him, and it always gives him a feeling of being at home.

The aura here is closer to pure, more like the origin of the world.It is a place where anyone will go crazy if they find out.But it is also a rare quiet place for Chen Zhiyuan.

But now, no matter what its use is, it must be put aside first, it is just Yuebai's meditation box.

Yuebai closed her eyes, the breeze picked up gradually, and the spiritual energy was like a silver fish stirring up the blue waves of the water.In the chaos, the flowers are falling, the bamboo leaves in the courtyard are fluttering, and the gradually condensed spiritual energy is wrapped in the breeze and the bamboo leaves are mischievously brushing towards people's faces.

Chen Zhiyuan snorted softly, the aura stopped abruptly the moment it stuck to Chen Zhiyuan's cheek, and as Chen Zhiyuan's eyes swept away, it suddenly condensed into shape.

This sword is made of white wood, and the edge of the sword wrapped in a ray of sky water and blue color is full of sword intent, and when it is turned lightly, there will be a refreshing breeze.

Yuebai raised her hand and held it straight. When she opened her eyes again, the flowing aura suddenly stopped, and the wind stopped, as if nothing had happened.

"what is it call?"

"Breeze."

"Okay. I'll give it to you in a few days." Chen Zhiyuan took it over, shook him, and then let go of his hand, and the Qingfeng sword turned into a wisp of spiritual energy, drifted into the air, and disappeared.

"Thank you, Master." Yuebai said excitedly with bright eyes. "When the disciple has the sword, the disciple will take Du Yan for a ride down the mountain."

"You can go for a ride with the deity, why do you have to take him?" Chen Zhiyuan's faint smile froze suddenly, he lowered his head to glance at Yuebai, and asked deeply.

"Eh," Yuebai scratched her head, looking at the serious expression on Chen Zhiyuan's face, she could only say dryly. "Du Yan, like his apprentice, has never had a sword. As his senior brother, of course he should let him experience it." In fact, he wanted to show off, the joy of owning a sword.

"This deity will refine one for him tomorrow, he doesn't need you to take him with him."

"Then, this disciple thanked Master for him." Yuebai nodded sadly, secretly sighed at the loss of one of the few opportunities to show off, but still couldn't help asking: "Then when this disciple has a sword, maybe Take Shizun to the market at the foot of Yunjingzong Mountain? Buy some trinkets as a thank you gift for Shizun."

"Of course." Chen Zhiyuan stretched his brows and reminded him. "You can tell Du Yan about refining the sword for Master Wei, but you can't tell anyone. There is such a place."

"I understand." Yuebai nodded abruptly, and immediately comprehended.

This place is so rich in aura, it must be a blessed place that even Chen Zhiyuan cherishes, it is right not to tell others.

"I hope you really understand." Chen Zhiyuan did not refute him, but patted his head and told him. "Practice your newly learned swordsmanship here."

"I always feel that your swordsmanship has the magical effect of making people feel refreshed."

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Chu Ning had a dream. In the dream, Chen Zhiyuan was dressed in black and had black hair, his eyes were cold, and the Potian Sword in his hand was invincible, sweeping across the sky, straight at Jiyu.

Wherever the sword intent went, the cold stars all over the sky turned red, and in the blood-colored sky, the sound of thunder exploded along with the sword intent, blasting away an unbearable aura storm.

Huge aura exploded in clusters, forming small worlds in all directions, like seeds being sprinkled everywhere, blooming everywhere.

"Do you want to ascend to the Dao? Drawing energy from him is an incomparable shortcut." In the place of knowing the sea, the mechanical voice had no emotion, but it made him feel confused.

"Energy?" Chu Ning woke up leisurely, thinking of the power of Chen Zhiyuan's sword that broke everything, and said quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness. "how should I do."

"What he gave you voluntarily is yours." The mechanical voice sounded again. "Let him stop for you and pay for you. Even a small sacrifice, if used for you, is enough to help you soar."

"You need help. I've already arranged everything for you, just like this one in front of you." After the mechanical voice finished speaking, it suddenly fell silent, and Chuning frowned and raised his head.

There was only one person in black robe and gold belt, with high hair, standing in front of him.

This person has red lips and a white face, a pair of beautiful and slightly long fox eyes are protruding, reflecting a seductive red mole on the center of his brow, his pupils are blue, like a fire flickering with ice-cold blue flames, cold and dazzling.

"You're awake." The man said linglingly, bent down and picked up the brocade quilt that slipped off his body to cover him up, squinting his fox eyes, sighing insincerely. "You are so beautiful."

"Who are you?" Chuning stretched out his palm, calmly summoned the Qiushui Sword, and asked with his head down in a strange manner.I vaguely understand what the voice in the sea of ​​consciousness means.

"The fifth prince is getting more and more aggressive."

"Yue?" Chuning suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise.

This is the royal surname of the demon world.