After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

The morning class went to Si time.

The disciples of Jianzong sat on the ground with their innocence and innocence, and the acquaintances gathered together to talk.

Huang Zui looked at Qiu Lingjun and saw that many people were also spying on him secretly, so he felt overwhelmed: "I think he has an unruly temperament, so I'm afraid he won't be taken care of if he goes directly."

Zhao Zaishui raised his eyebrows: "The elders in your family also explained?"

"I explained a little..." Huang Zui sighed, "There are not many records about the 'Dao Lingyan', and the elders are also vague, but the Tao...he can see through the fallacies of our practice, and even the weaknesses and inadequacies of our cultivation methods. place."

If Qiu Lingjun was not from his family, he would either have been arrested for personal use, or would have died young.

In ancient times, spiritual cultivation was treated as evil cultivation, and once discovered, it would be wiped out.

Zhao Zaishui thought of Qiu Lingjun's white eyes, and commented: "If he grows up smoothly, there will be a place for him in Canglan."

Huang Zui sighed, "I finally understand the envy, jealousy and hatred of my brothers and sisters in my clan."

Zhao Zaishui: "..."

He didn't know whether to sympathize with Huang Zui or scold him for being shameless.

They are still reserved, and people have already surrounded them.

Junior sister Yi Lingxiu said in admiration, "Senior Brother Qiu."

Fine powder, peach powder noodles, fragrant wind.

There are fewer female cultivators in Jianzong.

That person's name is Yi Luoling, pure and lovely, well-known among the new disciples, and also sought after by many senior seniors.

She has always been honest, and today she seems to be able to speak softly: "Luo Ling has admired Senior Brother Qiu for a long time..."

This is not the point.

The point is that Huang Zui and Zhao Zaishui knew each other, and the corners of their lips twitched.

Yi family, according to legend, there is a town clan fairy artifact, the mountain and river chessboard.

She is elegant and coquettish, but Yi Luoling is different. She likes to hit people with a chess board the most. It is bloody and violent, which makes people shy away.

"This crazy woman must be the body of Chou Qiu Lingjun!"

"Shouldn't it be the eyes?"

"The eyes are not part of the body?"

"..."

Qiu Lingjun didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "Get lost."

Yi Luoling flipped his hands over and held out a chessboard as big as a palm: "Just talk about sex. It's useless to seduce."

Qiu Lingjun looked ridiculous, so why would he care about female cultivators, "Let's be honest, I want to make friends with you." She raised her head, "Have a fight?"

Qiu Lingjun looked at the chessboard, and saw faint images of rivers and mountains rising and falling.

Seriously: "The Yi family?"

"Interested?" Yi Luoling laughed loudly, "Let's just say, I'm an arrogance of heaven, and I should use martial arts to make friends. Qiu Lingjun, if I win, you and I will be friends. If I lose, I won't get entangled."

Qiu Lingjun didn't want to do anything, he looked like a fool in front of everyone.

"That's not necessary." As if thinking of something, "It is rumored that the phoenix eggs are extremely tender."

Yi Luoling was stunned: "What?"

Without waiting for Qiu Lingjun to repeat, she took back the chessboard and tidied up her clothes, "Everything is inappropriate today, so I will retreat for now."

Phoenix eggs.

Let's wait until she has practiced for 1000 years.

Huang Zui flicked off his clothes: "It's time for me to play."

Zhao Zaishui: "Do you have a phoenix egg?"

Huang Zui called to Qiu Lingjun who was about to leave: "Junior Brother Qiu wait a moment."

Qiu Lingjun exhaled and turned around: "What's the matter?"

I'm so annoying.

Why are you so talkative, not as good as senior brother.

"I have a cauldron called Taotie." The yellow drunk fox narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Put the ingredients into the cauldron, and within half a quarter of an hour you can get delicious delicacies with all the colors, flavors, and flavors."

This pierced Qiu Lingjun's heart.

He spread his hands: "Give it to me."

Huang Zui used his spiritual power to hold up a small three-legged tripod: "Jiang Xia, Huang Zui."

Qiu Lingjun put away the small tripod and turned it into a rainbow light: "Yunzhou, Qiu Lingjun."

Zhao Zaishui came over and said speechlessly, "You are really..."

Huang Zui took out a folding fan, fanned it lightly, and glanced over: "My ingenuity is beyond the reach of a rotten tree like you."

Zhao Zaishui was particularly annoyed by Huang Zui's broken fan: "Chess cultivator, spiritual cultivator...and you 'fan cultivator' like the founder of the sect, a bunch of messy people crowded in Jianzong."

"The family is unfortunate."

Cultivation has no time.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

For Qiu Lingjun, these days were both boring and interesting.

At the foot of Lingxue Peak.

A figure stood in the wind and snow, without an umbrella, and without any intention of retreating.

Qiu Lingjun raised his smiling face and grabbed Xie Yu's sleeve: "Senior brother."

The disciple guarding the mountain lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, envious of the friendship between the two brothers.

In December of a year, 360 days a year, Xie Yu waited at the foot of the mountain every day, because Qiu Lingjun still couldn't withstand the cold of Ling Xuefeng.

The two went up the mountain together.

The peak is high and the road is far away, and the wind and snow are bitter.Qiu Lingjun made some progress: "Brother, the warning elder praised me."

He smiled at Yan Yan, "Well, I have succeeded in erecting a rainbow, and I can escape 3000 meters."

Xie Yu seldom talked, usually just listening.

The sleeves under his hands are silky and cold.

Qiu Lingjun couldn't help but look at Xie Yu. There are no ugly people in the world of cultivation, and even a young master of cultivation would have smooth skin and a good look. But after seeing so many people, he felt that his brother was the prettiest, and he was far behind: "Brother."

Seeing that Xie Yu had just looked over, he smiled, "Brother, why are you a little dumbfounded?"

Pretty cute.

Xie Yu is cute?

Before Xie Yu could answer, he covered his eyes with his hands and smiled for a long time.

My senior brother is obviously the most aloof.

Xie Yu: "..."

He didn't understand a lot before, and he still doesn't understand it now.

Xiaoze Peak has an enchantment.

Isolated from the wind, snow and cold outside, singing and dancing, the seasons are like spring.

Qiu Lingjun is not used to Bigu pills, and with the gluttonous small tripod given by Huang Zui, he has never touched Bigu pills.

He changed into a narrow-sleeve exercise suit, and plucked the firebird with great interest: "I heard that there is a famous dish in the world, called flower chicken? It seems to be. Brother, I will cook it for you to eat."

Fire Sparrow: "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

It's a bird, not a chicken.

Help! !

It was agreed that he would come to be a spiritual pet, so why did he set up a pot to boil water as soon as he arrived, ready to murder the bird's life!

Xie Yu held a volume of books.

He leaned against the peach tree, and when the wind moved, his snow-white robe was covered with falling flowers.

The wind moves, but people don't move: "Yes."

Only then did Huoque realize that there was another person.

Glancing blankly, it tried to vibrate its wings, turned its head and spit out red flames, which burned Qiu Lingjun's fingers, and when the restraints were loosened, it ran over rolling and crawling.

A firebird that has been half-plucked looks like a free range chicken.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi." Xian Jun helped.

The Firefinch bowed down, its tail feathers rustling.

Qiu Lingjun covered his hands, seeing Huoque going straight away, he was rarely nervous: "Stop!"

If this damned bird dares to meet senior brother...

Firebird dare not.

It crawled, "chirp chirp chirp chirp." The little demon is willing to serve the fairy king.

Qiu Lingjun is a spiritual practitioner, and what he is best at is communicating with all things and spirits.

He strode over and sneered, "You're just a hairless bird, don't think about it."

Xie Yu put down the book.

He opened his eyes and said into the broken jade: "You want to follow me?"

Firebird nodded repeatedly: "Chi Chi Chi Chi."

It was only now that Qiu Lingjun remembered that Xie Yu just looked cold, but he was actually kind and amiable.

Xie Yu stretched out his hand, and the Firefinch tentatively jumped up, stroking its crest lightly with cold fingers, spiritual power poured in, its feathers regrown, a fluffy pompom, cheeping comfortably, rubbing against it involuntarily. A few times.

The man's voice was cold, "It's all right."

Only then did the Firebird wake up, and it jumped down cautiously: "Chichi."

Thank you Xianjun.

Xie Yu got up, and the peach blossoms fell from his skirt.

He looked at Qiu Lingjun: "Is there any compensation you want?"

Qiu Lingjun frowned, but he didn't mind a bird.

It's just that I don't like that Xie Yu is so friendly to a bird. He is paranoid and dark by nature, and his thoughts are dark: "How do you want to compensate me, brother?"

He approached and looked up at Xie Yu, but he was bored, his smile didn't reach his eyes, he realized that his emotions were wrong, he suppressed it forcibly, raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Ling Jun is just joking with senior brother."

"It's just a bird." He stood on tiptoe, looked at Xie Yu's ice sculpture-like transparent eyebrows, and put his hand in, "Brother, take it if you like it."

Xie Yu didn't hide.

He was taller than Qiu Lingjun, with black hair and a snow robe covered in frost and snow.

If you don't understand personnel, there is no meaning of evasion.

Get along for a year.

Qiu Lingjun hadn't touched Xie Yu a few times, his heart was beating fast and his mouth was dry.

I don't know why, I just thought it was nervous.

Brother is really nice.

The fingers touched a touch of warmth, the thin flesh was smooth, but not weak, and the inner spiritual power flowed like a river.

Tough and strong, yet beautiful enough.

Xie Yu's expression remained indifferent.

He didn't move, and called out: "Junior brother."

Only then did Qiu Lingjun stop, and he looked a little playful behind the back of his hand.

His neck was tilted back, the golden ring bell on the back of his head was ringing, his long hair was swaying, and he smiled brightly: "Senior brother."

Xie Yu glanced at him again: "I'm going to practice swordsmanship, I won't be back tonight, don't wait for me."

"Going to practice sword again?"

Qiu Lingjun made a bitter face, sullenly, "Then senior brother go."

Xie Yu practiced ice-type exercises.

Usually go to the cold pool near the main peak to practice swords, where clusters of iron plums grow.

The temperature is extremely low, and ordinary people cannot approach it.

If Qiu Lingjun hadn't come, Xie Yu wouldn't have returned to Xiaozefeng much.

He lived in Hantan all year round, and his clothes were stained with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

……

The iron plum is hardy to the cold, and was planted in Lingxue Peak by Hongxue Xianzun thousands of years ago.

Now it has covered the sky and the sun, and the peak has been dimmed.

Passing through the plum forest, a spring is gurgling, braving the slightest bit of cold air.

Before Xie Yu got close, he felt that his heart and lungs were about to be frozen.

But he didn't stop, took off his outer robe, hung it on Mei Shao, took off his boots and walked into the cold pool.The cold air eroded, his eyebrows and eyes were soon covered with a layer of frost, and the tips of his hair were also covered with thin ice.

According to his cultivation base, he shouldn't come in, at most it is within [-] meters of the cold pool.

Xie Yu squinted, his eyelashes stained with ice.

The pool water wetted the front of his clothes, revealing a section of jade-colored collarbone, the spiritual power beneath his body was violent, and his skin color was flushed red.

He is so cold.

Looking at the deep sky.

Black air escaped from the body surface, but was quickly washed away by the pool water.

Cold pond has the effect of calming the mind, clearing the heart and washing the soul.

As we all know, black air is a symbol of demon cultivation,

Xie Yu was bewitched.

When he broke the truth, he already had a demonic obstacle in his heart.

After soaking for a quarter of an hour, he got up from the cold pool with stiff limbs.

The pool of water slipped down along his bare feet. The Taoist Lord who was about to ascend in the previous life was still very weak. He half-kneeled on the ground with his head bowed. His wet black hair was partly untied and scattered on his almost transparent back.

Xie Yu was expressionless.