After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun still couldn't follow.

His spiritual eyes were overdrawn, and he needed to go back to Ling Xuefeng's Yueming Lake to cultivate.

"Brother." Qiu Lingjun bid farewell, "Come back soon, Lingjun will wait for you at Xiaoze Peak."

He thought of the free-range chicken again, "That chicken... oh, it's a firefinch, and I'll take care of it for you too." Turning his head, the young man smiled, "Is there anything you want to tell Ling Jun, brother?"

Xie Yu regained consciousness.

He stared at Qiu Lingjun, and the handsome and delicate young man was looking at him with admiration: "Cultivate hard."

"Just practice?" Qiu Lingjun was not very satisfied, but still nodded in agreement, "I will work hard to cultivate."

He promised, "When I become very powerful, I will definitely protect my brother."

What happened to Xingjing Lake will never happen again.

He was still smiling, but there was a deep coldness in his white eyes.

Xie Yu caught a glimpse.

He responded softly: "Yes."

Shen Chungui came here this time to get acquainted with Xie Yu, so he didn't bother much when he saw that he had no chance.

He was gentle and polite, stroking the crane beside him with his palm, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wushuang, we will see you again someday."

Shen Chungui.

His best friend.

Xie Yu knew that he had a cold temper and was not likable, at least not as likable as Shen Chungui.

At this time, this person's reputation is still unknown, and he is even questioned by many people in the family.

His good friend is very mediocre in divination.

Ten hexagrams and nine misses.

Xie Yu sized up Shen Chungui: "You are both excellent at Xiaoqin?"

Although Shen Chungui is from the Shen family, his cultivation talent is really mediocre, and his cultivation is against the sky.So he gave up Bu Guayi and made a name for himself with Xiao and Qin.

The flute is cold and the summer cicada is cold, and the piano attracts the phoenix to fall.

The world bestowed the name "Master Xiaoqin".

Shen Chungui was a little surprised: "You know me?"

He looked like a beautiful man, with gentle brown pupils, "It's a great honor."

Some eager words are said by him, but it feels like a spring breeze, very comfortable.

It is not without reason that Shen Chungui later made friends all over the world.

Xie Yu didn't quite understand what happened halfway, and he didn't remember that he had overstepped the rules. He always regarded Shen Chungui as a friend, and lowered his eyes slightly: "You're welcome."

The young man's voice was cold and sweet.

The long crow-colored eyelashes are smudged with a little aura, the wind is blowing, and the hazel is fragrant.

Shen Chungui was a little lost.

Feng Ciyue had been waiting for a long time, and called out: "Wu Shuang."

Xie Yu turned around, his skirt fluttering: "Farewell."

Shen Chungui saw it.

Xie Yu should not be good at socializing. He looked at the young man's back and said softly, "Farewell."

Qiu Lingjun didn't know Shen Chungui, but this didn't prevent him from hating this person: "Who are you?"

Shen Chungui noticed Qiu Lingjun's white pupils.

He raised his eyebrows: "Qiu Lingjun?"

Xie Yu's younger brother is quite unruly.

Qiu Lingjun folded his arms and raised his head, snorting: "I don't bother to care who you are."

He glanced at Shen Chungui again, "Don't get close to my senior brother." This person is not a good thing at first glance.

Shen Chungui heard the contempt.

He was not angry: "Can you control your brother?"

Qiu Lingjun's attachment to Xie Yu is probably more than just a relationship between brothers and sisters, right?

Qiu Lingjun frowned, puzzled: "Why should I care about my senior brother?"

Just keep it under control.

He is very indifferent to human life, chuckled, "You can just try."

Shen Chungui: "..."

It seems that Qiu Lingjun's affection for Xie Yu is not so deep, but he did nothing, "Friend Qiu doesn't like me? Why?"

"Why?"

Qiu Lingjun said bluntly, "I hate it when I see it."

Laughing in fake death.

At first glance, he is a person with deep thoughts and loves to calculate.

Shen Chungui laughed: "It shouldn't happen."

One is aggressive, and the other is not only gentle and polite but also backs down repeatedly.

Although Yi Luoling and Qiu Ling are quite familiar: "Junior Brother Qiu."

She said, "Speak well."

Huang Zui also came out to smooth things over: "Shen Dao is friendly. Brother Qiu's temperament is... hearty."

He choked out those two words, and signaled Shen Chungui with his eyes not to worry too much, "It's getting late, let's go back early."

Speaking of going back?

Yi Luo always felt that someone was missing: "Huang Zui, where is Zhao Zaishui?"

"Zhao Zaishui?" Huang Zui was puzzled, "He's here?"

After appeasing the people of Yucheng and finishing the experience, Zhao Zaishui who happened to come back said: "..."

He said quietly, "Not here."

Zhao Zaishui is the most appropriate in doing things.

Only then did Huang Zui think about those things, he walked towards Zhao Zaishui with a big smile, and patted Zhao Zaishui on the shoulder: "Brother, I will treat you to dinner when I go back."

The setting sun has come, and the earth is dim.

The practice is over.

Zhao Zaishui relaxed a lot: "Okay. Then please ask Brother Huang to spend the money." He turned to the crowd and said with a smile, "Go to the spiritual canteen of Sun Chasing Peak. His family is very rich in business. Let's kill Huang Zui once."

Spirit canteen?

Huang Zui's face twitched: "...Okay, okay."

The city lord wanted to thank Xie Yu and the others.

He drove a carriage to Xingjing Lake, and saw those young immortals talking and laughing, and one of them was standing beside a crane that was only one person tall.

The cliffs are evergreen, and the lake is evergreen.

Several immortal monarchs suddenly turned into rainbows and went away, and the white, blue and green rainbow lights intertwined in the clear cry of the cranes traveled far away, disappearing into the clouds.

"..."

The city lord was shocked, "Is this an immortal?"

The wife of the city owner is also envious: "It should be called a cultivator."

The city lord knew that his wife was also a cultivator. When he first met, his wife was charming and charming, and now she has gorgeous hair on her temples.

Only then did he know what his wife had given up, and he was a little sentimental: "If my wife doesn't marry me, I must..." He can also be like a fairy like them.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The city lord's wife laughed, "I'm not good enough to compare to them. Even if I cultivate, I can only prolong my life by dozens of years. Instead of this, it's better to stay with my husband."

It's been a hundred years.

cold abyss.

People, monsters and demons are mixed.

The weather is bad, and half of the year is in winter, with heavy snow like goose feathers.There are many peaks and mountains, the sky and the earth present a dull gray, and the ridges are winding like snakes.

The snow is still falling.

The two shallow footprints are not far apart.

There are usually many people fighting for the birth of a spiritual creature, but this time it seemed extremely quiet.

Without him, Feng Ciyue is here.

Both the master and the apprentice are cold-tempered, and they are not good at speaking.

Feng Ciyue was silent, and Xie Yu remained silent.

a long time.

Feng Ciyue's voice was a little hoarse in the wind and snow: "How are you getting along with your junior brother?"

Xie Yu looked at Feng Ciyue's back.

As high as the sky, as wide as the earth.

The master he admired so much: "It's okay."

Feng Ciyue picked it up from him.

Accept him as an apprentice, educate him personally, and love him immensely.

Xie Yu couldn't think of...and didn't understand.

It should be a hundred years since we left in the previous life.

His master.

Feng Ciyue looks back.

The wind was heavy and the snow was thick, and the temperature in the cold abyss was extremely low. He looked at Xie Yu, his skirt fluttering, and slightly reached out his hand: "Wu Shuang..." The young man avoided, and the two looked at each other. He withdrew his hand, his eyes darkened, and explained , "I'm just worried that you're cold."

Ling Xuefeng has snow all the year round.

Little Xieyu could only cry, Feng Ciyue didn't understand at first, but as long as he hugged little Xieyu, the child stopped crying.

Naihuhu, stretched out her chubby little hands and giggled at him.

Later he realized that children are afraid of the cold.

... Then there is Xiaozefeng, where Yinggeyanyanwu is like spring all the year round.

Xie Yu could bear Qiu Lingjun's intimacy.

Even Shen Chungui, he could not change his expression, only Feng Ciyue: "I am not cold." After a pause, "Thank you for your concern, Master."

Xie Yu, who was taught by Feng Ciyue herself.

The two are very similar, both self-denial and courtesy: "...It's my fault."

He seemed to sigh, "You have grown up."

It’s not about growing up, Master.

I have changed.

Xie Yu's eyelashes trembled, he didn't want to continue this topic, and asked another matter: "Master, how long will the sword embryo be born?"

Xie Yu is very suitable for the way of swordsmanship.

Feng Ciyue has never seen such a talented person: "Hurry up."

He put in place a restriction, and then he will personally refine the sword for Xie Yu, "Wu Shuang can name your sword in advance."

If nothing else happens, this will be Xie Yu's natal spirit sword.

In the future, it will be with Xie Yu for the rest of his life.

Thinking of this, there was some warmth in his eyes, and he reminded, "Wu Shuang should be more serious."

This sword was destroyed in the previous life.

It was shattered by several people.

Xie Yu was seriously injured because of this, and then his bones were pulled out... The pain was so painful that he almost couldn't control the demon energy, but the sword in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled and pulled him back forcibly: "...Okay."

After Xie Yu woke up in his soul streamer, he realized that there was a sword of unknown origin in the sea.

It seems to have been dusty for a long time.

The whole body is jet-black, like ink jade, and the hilt is engraved with two small seal characters with excellent style: Zangfeng.

This sword was supposed to be suppressing Ghost Domain, even the female ghost was restricted from practicing, otherwise thousands of people would have died in Xingjing Lake, and Xie Yu was definitely no match for the female ghost.

It’s just that he didn’t know why it entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xie Yu planned to investigate after returning to the Sword Sect. The Sea of ​​Consciousness is the most vulnerable and private place for monks. He didn't want to put such a dangerous sword of unknown origin in it.

As if aware of Xie Yu's thoughts, the Zangfeng Sword hummed and trembled a few times in dissatisfaction.

Xie Yu: "..."

This sword can indeed perceive his emotions in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Seemingly still able to communicate, he asked, "Are you willing to go out? I will make up for you...or find a master for you."