Xianjun, please calm down

Venerable Chongyuan came down from Qingyu Peak, feeling very good. The beloved little disciple was found again, and the eldest disciple was also calm and responsible. Both disciples were relieved. As a master, I couldn't be more gratified.

If there is any regret, it is to see that Hanyang already has a loving Taoist couple who love each other and know the cold and the hot, but Qingyang has nowhere to go. It looks so pitiful. He decided to sit in town in a few days Zongmen, if you drive Qingyang out of the sect to travel, it is best to have a Taoist companion come back. From then on, like Hanyang, there is someone who cares about him all the time, and is no longer cold and lonely.

Cultivation has no time, and the road is long. If someone is with you, it will be much warmer.

After entering his own cave, Venerable Chongyuan sat down at the stone table and began what he must do every day: wipe the sword.

All those who knew him knew that Chongyuan was obsessed with swords and devoted himself to swordsmanship. He didn't practice the ruthless way, but he never thought about finding a Taoist partner, because all he needed was his sword.

His natal flying sword is named "Fengyun", and it shocks the world with one sword.In the years when he wielded the sword freely, the Fengyun Sword was also a fearsome weapon, with its own glory.

But it is only a famous weapon, not a divine weapon. The distance between it and a divine weapon lies in its spirituality. Without the spirit of a weapon, it cannot be classified as a divine weapon. But in today's world, how many magical weapons can be called divine weapons?In the entire Guiyuan Sect, there is only one artifact, and that is Qingshanvine, which has already recognized Ji Xia as the master.

Holding the precious Liuyun brocade, he carefully wiped the Fengyun sword bit by bit, looked at its sword body like a pool of autumn water, and said in a gentle voice: "I didn't expect that Qingshanvine, the artifact of Guiyuan's Zhenzong, would choose Qingshanvine with a low cultivation level. Ji Xia is the main one, and it seems to be a good fit. The artifact has a spirit, and he can choose the master by himself. From this point of view, Ji Xia also has his own advantages. Han Yang's vision is really good. Bring Ji Xia with you."

It seemed that he was worried that Fengyunjian would think that he was yearning for the divine weapon, so he immediately said: "But my Fengyunjian is not bad, although you don't have a sword spirit, but we have been together for countless years, and you have already matched my spirit very well. There is no sword that is more suitable for me than you, and no matter how good the artifact is, it cannot compare with you."

After wiping the saber, he thought of the spiritual wine that Ji Xia honored him, so he couldn't help taking out a jar, unsealed it, and smelled it carefully, the aroma of the wine overflowed.

The spiritual wine found in the ancient Da Neng Cave Mansion is a good thing that cannot be copied. It is hard for Han Yang and Ji Xia to always remember his old man, um, their filial piety is commendable.

He didn't look for a wine glass, and directly took a sip from the mouth of the altar, very carefree.

During the banquet just now, there was an apprentice's daughter-in-law present. As a master, he had to hold it more or less, so as not to drink too shamefully, but using a cup or a wine bowl was not as satisfying as this.

In a short while, the jar of wine was exhausted, and Venerable Chongyuan was a little dizzy in front of his eyes. He always boasted that he had a lot of wine, but he didn't expect to be drunk by a jar of wine. He had to admit that this wine was worthy of the ancient spirit wine. The stamina is really great.

He stood up, went to the stone bed to lie down, and murmured: "Fengyun, Fengyun, it would be great if you also have a sword spirit... But it doesn't matter if you don't have one, I won't dislike you... "

Lying on the bed, holding his sword in his arms, he let himself enter Heishin Township.

The sword in his arms flashed a faint light silently, and it was not known whether it was illuminated by the night pearl on the wall.

The room was quiet, and after an unknown amount of time, Venerable Chongyuan opened his eyes, and wanted to reach out to rub his forehead, but found that his arm was pressed by something. He paused, looked sideways, but was stunned on the spot .

A silver-haired man was lying on his side facing him, with his head resting on his right arm, his eyes closed, and he was in a deep sleep.

His hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes are all silver-white, his complexion is fair and translucent, his nose bridge is straight, his thin lips are light in color, there is a silver line at the end of his eyes, and a line between his eyebrows. The thin red marks that looked like the tip of an upside-down sword added some color to his entire face, making him look extremely strange.

If you see such a person once, you will definitely be impressed, but Venerable Chongyuan is sure that he has never seen this person before, but at this moment, this person is sleeping soundly on his arm, and , he didn't wear any clothes on his body.

If it was normal, when he woke up and found that a stranger had invaded his territory, Venerable Chongyuan would draw his sword and face him immediately, but although he didn't recognize this person, he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy that made him He doesn't want to hurt.

It is true that people have lived for a long time, and they can see everything. What is the situation now, even Venerable Chong Yuan, who has the highest level of self-cultivation today, can't figure it out.

He thought about it, reached out, and pushed the man's shoulder with one finger.

The man frowned slightly, his silver eyelashes trembled twice, and slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were light blue, like a clear spring, clean and clear.

When he saw Venerable Chongyuan, the corners of his lips were slowly raised, and a small pear dimple was exposed on the side of his cheek, which suddenly softened the overly sharp lines on his face. Weisha's voice said: "Xiaofeng."

Venerable Chongyuan's secular surname is Yun, and his name is Xiaofeng.

But since he joined Gui Yuanzong, his fame has gradually risen, not many people remember his real name, they only know his Taoist name Chongyuan, but now, this strange man calls him Xiaofeng.

Venerable Chongyuan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you on the bed of the deity?"

The man frowned slightly, as if he was aggrieved, and said in a low voice, "You are the one who wants to hug me."

Venerable Chongyuan said angrily: "Nonsense! Report your name! If you are stubborn again, don't blame the deity for being rude!"

The man seemed unable to adapt to his attitude, and said sullenly, "Fengyun, I am Fengyun."

Venerable Chongyuan was stunned for a moment, then pushed him away and sat up and said, "Full of nonsense!"

Fengyun supported himself on the side of the bed with one hand, turned over and stood on the ground, only to avoid the fate of falling to the ground, he stood barefoot on the ground, his long silver hair poured down like clouds, half covering his body, There was a hurt look on his face.

Venerable Chongyuan paused, raised his right hand slightly, and summoned his natal flying sword.

I saw the brilliance around the body of the man standing on the ground exploded, and then the whole body turned into dots of shimmering light gathered in the hands of Venerable Chongyuan, turning into the Fengyun sword that Venerable Chongyuan was familiar with in his bones, the silver sword tassel Hanging down, floating gently.

Venerable Chongyuan stared wide-eyed, full of shock, his Fengyun sword...how could it...

He sat blankly on the bed for a while, raised his hand to wipe his face, slowly put the long sword in his hand on the bed, and said softly, "Is it because I'm not sober?"

Fengyunjian remained silent.