After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Zang Fengjian came out to supervise Xie Yu.

If this person goes astray, he will make a heinous mistake—it is impossible to leave.

and also.

Zang Fengjian shut himself up aggrieved.

It's not dangerous, it's a good sword.

I also saved him once, why should I drive it away.

Jian Ling's mind is easy to understand.

Xie Yu was rarely ashamed, he pursed his lower lip: "Sorry."

He sighed, "You can live if you want."

Just don't get in his way.

In the wind and snow, a red rainbow spewed up, with a brilliant light.

Birds, beasts, poisonous insects climbed to the ridge, and hibernated quietly. Every time a spiritual creature comes into the world, there must be a vision born.

coming!

The rainbow light stretches for thousands of miles, and the purple air cloud comes from the east, and the spiritual energy gathers into a beam of light, penetrating the sky and the earth.

The wind and snow were silent, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... the golden light swayed, rendering the sky, the golden glow illuminated the cold abyss, and the golden light slowly fell, facing Xie Yu impartially.

Xie Yu didn't understand, but he still held out his palm and held it vainly. There was a little golden light... no, it was a golden lotus.

The petals of the buds are unfolded, the golden veins are almost transparent, and the halo is hazy, very beautiful.

Feng Ciyue looked at Xie Yu.

The young man's brows and eyes are cold, his long eyelashes are smudged with golden light, and the golden lotus blooms in his palm, adding a trace of holy charm.

He raised his head in feeling, and the black-haired snowclothes trembled slightly.

air.

Tens of thousands of golden lotuses are shining brightly.

The pale and gray sky is brilliant, golden light refracts thousands of miles, and a transparent figure holding a golden lotus appears between the sky and the earth, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sky.

All things see me.

The vision lasted for a while.

The spirit chooses the master.

With a thought in Xie Yu's mind, the golden lotus transformed into a sword.

The sword is three feet and seven inches long, two and a half fingers wide, rather slender, sharp and sharp, with a faint golden gleam.There are no patterns on the whole body, only a half-hidden lotus flower is printed on the hilt of the sword.

He stared at the sword, which clearly reflected his shadow, and his eyelashes were clearly visible.

Feng Ciyue repelled several peeping people.

He looked at Xie Yu and didn't know what to say for a moment: "...do you think of a good name?"

Xie Yu understood.

In his previous life, this spiritual being suitable for making a sword embryo did not choose him, so Feng Ciyue set a restriction and personally forged the sword for him.

But after thousands of years of getting along with it, he has long been connected with it and understands the sword embryo very well, so the spiritual creature in this life chose him on its own initiative, and also changed with his mind, matching him more and approaching perfection.

He caressed the blade of the sword, and smiled rarely, with the vigor and sharpness of a young man: "Zeng Zhaoying."

The name of the sword is Zeng Zhaoying.

Feng Ciyue thought for a moment and said, "Good."

well.

Zeng Zhaoying.

Old Demon Han's lair is near Hanyuan.

The arrival of Feng Ciyue made him restless, and he has been wretched in his bedroom, but today's commotion was too great.

The golden lotus floats thousands of miles, everything sees me,

Feng Ciyue had been waiting for this rare treasure for a long time, so he wouldn't dare to snatch it, but he still dared to take a sneak peek.

It's just that he didn't expect that Feng Ciyue didn't snatch the Qiu Jinlian for his own use, but Feng Ciyue gave it to his apprentice.

That's okay, the deep affection between master and apprentice doesn't get in the way of him.

But, but!

Qiu Jinlian has chosen her own master!

what does that mean?This means that Feng Ciyue's apprentice has a terrifying talent, and given time, it may be another Feng Ciyue.

"It's not fair, the way of heaven is not fair!"

Old Demon Han stared at Xie Yu, his eyes were scarlet, and he could suppress the Demon Realm for thousands of years in one Feng Ciyue. .”

The dignified Demon Realm Venerable, his hands trembling with anger, like an old man in his dying years, "Why is the righteous way so prosperous, while my demonic way has declined so far!"

In the last tide, Feng Ciyue, Ling Wei, Wen Shu... Geniuses emerged in large numbers, and the oppressive demon world couldn't lift its head.

Is this tide again!There is already one Xie Yu, how many more are there?

unfair!

Old Devil Han's eyes were lost: "No, you can't."

He lives in the demon world, staggers and travels far away, crazy, "My way of the devil is also the way, and the sky can't break my way!"

Sorrowful and choking.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

All the creatures in the demon world felt sad and burst into tears.

If Feng Ciyue goes to the Demon Realm, his strength will be lowered.

He just glanced indifferently for a few times before withdrawing his gaze: "Go back."

This is a moral struggle, and there is no way out.

If there is no more Lord of ZTE in the Demon Realm, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold on for a few tides.

Xie Yu kept Zeng Zhaoying in his dantian.

The golden lotus dissipated, and the wind and snow hit again, but on the thawed permafrost, he saw a honeysuckle plant, the young flowering branches were reddish and brown, and it was dying with its withered leaves.

But even so, it did not give up its life, and was still tenaciously accumulating energy to take root and grow.

But Hanyuan is in winter, and the climate is cold.

Its growth is very untimely, and it should not be able to survive this winter.

Xie Yu pointed a finger, and a gentle and pure spiritual power flew towards the honeysuckle plant.

This will survive the winter.

Feng Ciyue walked a few steps and saw Xie Yu falling behind, looking back, "Wushuang?"

Xie Yu followed.

……

Honeysuckle was lucky.

It broke through the ground in this untimely season, and was irrigated by the kindness of Qiu Jinlian, and gave birth to spiritual consciousness on the first day of its birth.

It's just that this touch of spiritual consciousness is too fragile and subtle to be noticed by anyone.

With curled leaves, it was protected by a stream of pure spiritual power when it was dying.

Its ignorant spiritual consciousness was immersed in warmth, and it only vaguely remembered the word "wushuang".

When the spiritual consciousness fell into a deep sleep, it silently recited "wushuang" and "wushuang"...

It sounds so nice.

……

The gentle spiritual power is as warm as the spring breeze.

It gradually fell into a deep sleep.

It has been half a year since Xie Yu and Feng Ciyue returned to Jianzong.

Feng Ciyue was summoned by the head of the sect, saying that there was something important to discuss, Xie Yu went back to Xiaozefeng alone.

I haven't seen it for half a year. The firefinch has been raised so fat that it can hardly fly. It swells like a ball and looks more and more like a free-range chicken.

The fire sparrow was also very happy to see Xie Yu come back, but it didn't dare to make a fuss: "Chi chi chi chi!"

All blessings to the Immortal Lord, eternal health to the Immortal Lord!

Xie Yu called the Firefinch over, and stroked the Firefinch's feather crest. It was still a baby bird, and its light red down was silky, and it felt great in the hand: "Your brother taught you?"

The firebird was flattered, and shook its little wings: "Chichi." Yes.

Qiu Lingjun scolded it as a waste, saying that it was useless except for eating.

It can only learn auspicious words like a mortal parrot to make its master happy.

But it's less useful than a parrot.

It can't open its mouth so far, it can only chirp, but fortunately Xianjun understands its meaning.

In short, it is a very useless waste bird.

Xie Yu's fingers were a little cold, and the firebird was very comfortable to touch. It was so comfortable that it wanted to turn its belly, but it didn't dare.

In order for Xie Yu to touch it happily, Huoque also worked hard to hide her little paws, and used her spiritual power to maintain the fluffy state of fried hairs - selling herself and performing arts.

Xie Yu noticed Huoque's small movements.

There was a sporadic smile in his eyes, and he rubbed Huoque's belly: "Did Junior Brother make things difficult for you?"

The firebird collapsed into a bird cake: "Chi Chi Chi Chi, Chi Chi Chi Chi."

Qiu Xianjun is so fierce, he always threatens me to pluck my hair and become a beggar chicken.

But Qiu Xianjun is also very generous. The elixir and spiritual food he feeds are delicious and fragrant.

See it.

They're all fat.

"Brother!"

Qiu Lingjun rushed over after hearing the news, he was a little out of breath, he only learned how to fend off the sword, and fell down several times in pursuit of speed, quite embarrassing.But he was very happy, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and the bell rang, "When did you come back?"

Wiping his sweaty forehead, the boy grew a little taller, still delicate and agile, "Why didn't you call me?"

"Just came back." Xie Yu looked at Qiu Lingjun, "Are you injured?"

Qiu Lingjun is not afraid of this pain, but he likes to act coquettishly towards Xie Yu: "It hurts so much, it's so fierce to warn the elders..."

He was pitiful, and wiped his hands twice on his body before touching Xie Yu's sleeve, "I won't learn from the elders anymore, senior brother is so powerful, so he must know how to control the sword, senior brother teach me."

Xie Yu hugged Huoque: "Don't mess around."

The two walked towards the small building side by side.

Qiu Lingjun made faces where Xie Yu couldn't see and threatened Huoque, telling it to get out quickly.

Huoque had a heart attack and cried out weakly twice: "Chichi."

Master, I'm hungry.

Xie Yu let go of the Fire Sparrow to eat.

Qiu Lingjun took the opportunity to sue: "Senior brother, don't like this free-range chicken. It's not talented, bloody, and not diligent. Change it..." He didn't like Xie Yu giving his attention to anything, "Senior brother likes me Well, I have good talent, good blood, and I work very hard."

Firebird: "..."? ? ?

Excuse me?

The case has hardly changed.

I have polished half of the ink and practiced half of the calligraphy.

The wood chips on the bamboo mat cushions are still there, and the tea pot is boiling with water, and the tea is fragrant.

It's no different than when he left.

It's as if he never left.

Xie Yu looked at Qiu Lingjun, and Qiu Lingjun raised his face, very well-behaved: "I have been waiting for senior brother to come back."

He said, curling his lips, "Lingjun misses senior brother very much, does senior brother miss Lingjun?"

Xie Yu sat down to make tea, he was taught by Shen Chungui to make tea, although he was still not as good as Shen Chungui, but he still got a bit of true charm.

Wide-sleeved robe with fluttering sash, his eyelids drooping slightly, his jade-colored fingers holding an emerald green teacup: "Drink tea."

Qiu Lingjun: "..."

He rested his cheeks for a long while, then muttered, "It's really annoying."

Although I know that senior brother has such a temperament, "Senior brother will respond to me once in a while, I will be very happy."

Xie Yu glanced at Qiu Lingjun: "Okay."

Qiu Lingjun was stunned for a moment, his heart beating fast suddenly: "...what?"

His face was a little red, and he was a little awkward, "Does brother also say that he misses Lingjun?"

Xie Yu took a sip of tea, it was bitter at first, then astringent, with a sweet aftertaste.

At this moment, he sensed Feng Ciyue's aura, squeezed the cup, and answered: "En."

Feng Ciyue stood at the entrance of Xiaoze Peak.

In March of Yangchun, peach blossoms were flying, and he felt a little cold in his heart.

Xie Yu became more and more alienated from his master.

He seemed to like this so-called junior brother very much.

After leaving for only two years, Xiao Zefeng has changed a lot.

A flamboyant sleeping on a peach tree, a swing by the lake... a kitchen built of stones.

More angry than ever before.

Swinging the demon world with a sword will be a thousand years old.

The graceful, leisurely, and shockingly handsome Hongxue Immortal Venerable seemed a little lonely at the moment.