After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun was obedient in front of him from the very beginning.

It has been like this for thousands of years, until later—Lienzhan in the Liangjie Mountains, the bitter sea in the yellow sand...the slaves of the Demon Realm, he tried them one by one.

Love is on the knees, and evil is on the abyss.

Qiu Lingjun did what he said, and he suffered a thousand times from the suffering of "Shuang'er".

Xie Yu turned sideways: "Can you drive a rainbow?"

The realm of comprehension respects strength.

Qiu Lingjun managed to pull himself together and was full of interest: "After learning a little, I can't fly far. The spiritual power in my body is too shallow."

As he said, he made a cleanse, "Is there a way to speed up the accumulation of spiritual power?"

Xie Yu walked slowly: "Yes."

Really?

Qiu Lingjun caught up: "Brother! Brother teach me!"

He stepped on the snow and made a creaking sound. Xie Yu was not walking fast, but no matter how hard he tried, he was only two or three steps away. Frustrated, slightly ashamed, "Let's not mention accumulating spiritual power, brother, what kind of footwork did you cultivate?"

Even if this is not a wonderful and high-level technique that shrinks the ground to an inch, it is at least a mysterious-level technique.

The exercises are divided into four grades of heaven, earth, black and yellow.

There are less than a handful of sky-level exercises in the Canglan Realm, and no more than a few thousand earth-level exercises. If placed in the vast Canglan Realm, it would be like water entering the sea, and it would not show at all.

Cultivators seldom practice footwork, one is hard to find, and the other is hard to practice.

The exercises practiced by practitioners are generally secrets that are not passed down.

Qiu Lingjun felt a little regretful after asking, "It's because I'm ignorant."

Before he knew it, he asked, he was not such a rash person before, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

Perhaps Xie Yu acted too indulgent to him.

He had given him the Baihong Sword, not to mention a mysterious technique.

"No problem." Xie Yu flicked his fingers, and a ray of green light shot out, his voice was cold and sweet, "This method is called Wugou Jue."

The green light flowed into Qiu Lingjun's consciousness.

This is a unique method of imparting skills in the cultivation world.

Heaven-ranked technique—Wugou Jue, with a total of nine levels.

The cultivation of the first three levels is complete, the cold and heat are not invaded, the body shape is unstable, and the footwork is hard to find.

The cultivation of the middle and third layers is complete, the dust is not stained, and the footwork is ethereal.

After the completion of Wugou Jue...

Qiu Lingjun's cultivation base was too low, and he couldn't see the message behind Xiu clearly.

Not only the Wugou Jue, but also Xie Yu's cultivation comprehension.

This is definitely not just a mysterious skill.

Qiu Lingjun stood for a quarter of an hour before his consciousness returned from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Snow fell on his shoulders, and his white eyes met a pair of cold eyes, which were completely irrelevant. The crow-colored long eyelashes were pitch black, and the irises seemed to have aura. Half an hour."

He turned around, his skirt fluttering, "Let's go."

……you?

It was rare for Qiu Lingjun to be so complicated. Looking at Xie Yu's back, he suddenly remembered that when Xie Yu came yesterday, those disciples cheered from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's my little uncle—"

"Senior brother!" Qiu Lingjun stuck to it, and said with a smile, "What morning class, I'm new to Jianzong, and I don't understand these things. Senior brother told me to listen."

Towering stone steps, green pines, steep rock walls, endless snow light.

The sun comes out from the east, half-hidden, majestic, and graceful.

The morning class is set up by the Law Enforcement Hall to urge new disciples to work hard.

It is also taught by the law enforcement elders of the law enforcement hall.

Two years, no late, no early leave.

Offenders can be whipped twenty times.

The law enforcement elder is called the warning, with white hair and long beard, and bright eyes.

He has an extremely harsh face, and he has no affinity at all. The Rising Dragon whip in his hand has punished more than half of the disciples of Jianzong, which is the nightmare of many disciples.

People gave it the nickname "Ghost Seeing Sorrow".

Huang Zui had long heard the name of Gui Jianchou, and said to his friends in a low voice: "I have been warned by my elders at home not to be late, not to be late, not to be late... especially my second uncle, who can be said to be a warning elder His face changed, and he fled."

"Second Uncle Huang?" Zhao Zaishui also knew this interesting story, "Didn't the elder who warned you send a message to invite your Uncle to enter the Law Enforcement Hall?"

Huang Zui's second uncle is also a character.

Before joining the Sword Sect, he was a rascal and was known for his tough bones. He was late on the first day of the morning class when he joined the Sword Sect, and he was whipped twenty times by the warning elder and threatened that it was nothing more than that... Later, the warning elder specially stared at him.

You have to be punished for trampling on flowers and plants, you have to be punished for molesting female disciples, you have to go out of the sect to practice... you have to be punished for ruining the reputation of Jianzong, and you have to punish Huang Zui's second uncle as a model disciple.

He also said, "I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid that there will be a 'Ghost Seeing Sorrow' coming out of the bed."

"That's right. The elders in my family have urged me several times." Even if it is a great honor for their family of cultivators to enter the Jianzong Law Enforcement Hall, he said helplessly, "But my second uncle is unwilling, and I have not returned from the experience so far."

Zhao Zaishui and Zhao Zaishui communicated with each other through spiritual consciousness.

As the bell rang three times, the warning elder stroked his long beard and looked at everyone.

Then: "Are there any descendants of Jiang Xia's Huang family?"

Huang Zui froze.

Zhao Zaishui did not hide his gloating: "As expected of Jiangxia Huang."

Jiangxia Huang's family?

Those who knew sniggered, and the disciples who didn't know were a little confused.

Ascension Dragon Hall and the transparent golden Lilong claws lie on top of the mountain peak, the clouds and mist are thick, and the top of the mountain is flattened by the horizontal sword.

A fox-eyed young man stepped forward: "Jiang Xia Huang Zui has seen the warning elder."

Wearing a green shirt and a sword at his waist, he is gentle and courteous, showing the demeanor of a family.

Warned the elders: "When will Huang Yao enter my law enforcement hall?"

The hell knows.

next life.

"My uncle went out to practice and hasn't returned yet, I'm afraid..." The warning elder's eyes were sharp, Huang Zui choked up, "I will notify the clan to send a summons for the second uncle to return."

A dead uncle does not die a nephew.

Second uncle go away.

The warning elder nodded in satisfaction, and said with a pleasant expression, "Young children can be taught."

Huang Zui: "..."

A child can be taught, but a threat works wonders.

Except yellow drunk.

The warning elder asked again: "Where is Qiu Lingjun?"

Qiu Lingjun was famous all over the world.

It's not just a newcomer disciple, he is known to everyone in Jianzong, and everyone knows him.

Huang Zui was also curious.

Born with Dao Lingyan, the elders in the family told him that it is best to make friends with this person.

He is also a genius, and he promised in his mouth that he was a little disdainful in his heart, but yesterday—after only five years of enlightenment, the spiritual weapon recognized its master.

Qiu Lingjun was not late.

He was yawning and hadn't slept all night, so he was inevitably listless.

"here."

The black clothes and the cloud-like black hair are tied with golden rings, and the bells are ringing softly.

His face is beautiful and radiant, he opened his eyes, the rhyme flowed in the white eyes, there seemed to be countless colorful lights, "here."

The warning elders know countless people.

Realizing that he has met another thorn, he is not angry, but appreciates it.

With the sword soaring into the sky, the sword cultivator responded madly: "You subdued the sword of Taoist Ling Wei, but you have a new name?"

He didn't show it on the face, but he sighed in his heart.

Daoist Ling Wei.

"Get up." Qiu Lingjun thought of Xie Yu, lifted his chin slightly, and smiled, "The name given by the senior brother. Enter the Jiao Palace, cut the phoenix tree, and exhale into a white rainbow."

He released the Baihong sword, and a white sword Qingming responded, "It calls Baihong."

Sword swims like a dragon.

The white light is bright, sinking into the sky, stirring up the clouds.

The sound is like a phoenix, the smoke and clouds are scattered, and the sky suddenly appears.

"call."

"nice."

"The smoke is so cloudy, I have a sword to retreat it."

"Is this the sword cultivator?"

"This is Jianzong."

The disciples were fascinated.

Qiu Ling stood with arms folded.

The black clothes billowed, the clouds billowed, and the golden bell on the golden ring behind his head trembled.

With white eyes, snowy skin, and a brilliant spirit.

Under the Rising Dragon Hall.

A group of handymen in brown clothes were looking up.

Those who can practice on the top of the mountain are all official disciples of Jianzong, and their future is limitless.

Seeing them watching them obsessively, the steward seemed unwilling, and said sarcastically: "What are you looking at? I might as well tell you that there are inner disciples on the mountain, most of them are the same age as you. They come from famous families, and at this age, they can not only attract You should learn even to ride the rainbow. The spiritual power in your body is as thin as mist, and they have already turned the mist into water. When it comes to fighting skills, any one person can defeat you all."

"how come?"

"Similarly practicing assiduously, our generation also stands out from thousands of people."

"Talent is not as good as I think, but..."

"It's just bad luck..."

The steward waved his sleeves: "I don't know what to say."

At this moment, a sword sounded, the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, and the blue sky was seen.

silent.

Some of the handymen turned blue.

They also saw the radiant young man standing with his arms folded.

Now even the steward was a little silent: "This is the No.1 disciple of this class. He was born in the Qiu Clan of Yunzhou, practiced Taoism for five years, and worshiped under Hongxue Xianzun——Qiu Lingjun."

……

among the clouds.

When Hua finds her way and holds the flower, she can feel the joy and arrogance of Bai Hongjian.

Hanging her head, Jian Su's green clothes fluttered, her expression complicated: "Ling Wei..."

The sword is still there, but the man is not.

Things are people and not everything.

She suddenly said, "Xie Yu. What do you think of Qiu Lingjun?"

Xie Yu is here.

He said: "He will not bear the prestige of Daoist Lingwei. In time, the name of Baihong Sword can be passed on to the world again."

Hua Xunlu looked at Xie Yu.

Xie Yu's robe was snow-white, and his eyes were cold.

Ice sculptures made of snow and jade are made of bones, and the whole body is transparent, like colored glaze.

He is seventeen this year, and has been hidden in Ling Xuefeng by Hongxue Immortal Venerable for nearly 20 years. He cherishes this child, so he has a lot of reluctance: "You should go out too."

Facing Xie Yu's black eyes, Hua Xunlu smiled kindly, with affectionate eyes, "This is the first time Hongxue has brought up a disciple, so it is inevitable that he is a bit biased and inadequate. How can there be a child who has never left the house so far?" Hongxue raised it himself Xie Yu is like a master like a father in the true sense.

She said, "Brother Ling Xun is also a good man, he won't say anything. I'll tell you, Xie Yu, when Qiu Lingjun goes down the mountain to practice, you will go with him."

After two years of practice, Jianzong disciples will have an experience.

Cultivating the Tao also cultivates the mind.

Although Xie Yu was about the same age as this class of disciples, he was not a disciple of this class.

Xie Yu knew that Hua Xunlu was doing it for his own good.

He bowed his head: "The disciple knows."

Hua Xunlu no longer looked at Baihongjian: "Qiu Lingjun's perception is superior, and his temper is inferior. Xie Yu, you need to take care of him."

Xie Yu nodded and saluted: "Student, please remember."