Heaven and earth float day and night

After a burst of golden light, Zhubai saw a sword hanging at the door.

He didn't know why he was disappointed, it was a sword pavilion, and Su Jiugui would not turn into a sword to come to him.

I have been disappointed many times in the past three years, and this time is not bad, but Zhubai is especially depressed today.

Maybe it's because I played too much with Wen Qi and Hong Liu, and I tasted the sweetness. After I fell into the clouds, I realized that the sweetness is only a moment, and the bitterness is eternal.

He didn't want to look at the sword, turned around and left.

After he left, the time for the sword pavilion finally came, the gate closed, and then the entire high pavilion suspended in the air slowly sank into the ground.

"Oh?" Wen Qi called out, "Brother, don't you want to take a look?"

Zhubai said, "I don't use a sword."

Wen Qi felt that Zhubai was not very happy this time, and said: "Senior brother is really amazing."

Hongliu leaned aside and said, "Yes, it's really amazing."

They watched it all day today, and only three of them won the competition, calling out the three swords.

Zhubai said: "If you can't open the door, Master may come alive and beat me up."

It's not a cultivation base at all, there's nothing to be happy about a magic dragon compared with a kid.

Wen Qidao: "Brother, this sword seems to be following you."

He also saw three people calling out swords today, and the three of them were all in the same situation. Usually, the long sword floated in front of the monk, and the monk took the sword and left.

But this sword should have a spirit, follow Zhubai step by step, and he will follow wherever Zhubai goes.

Zhubai's footsteps stopped, and he looked back, and the long sword was following him step by step. When he turned his head, the long sword took two steps back abruptly.

The long sword was hanging in the air, it was three feet long, he wanted to shrink it but there was no place to shrink it, so he could only wait quietly and let him look at him one by one.

Like a kid who...does something wrong.

Zhubai's eyes sank slightly, this sword looked familiar, he could tell it at a glance.

"Master's sword." Zhu Bai said.

"Master has a sword?" Wen Qi was a little surprised.

Su Jiugui cultivated sword intent very early, and he no longer needs a natal sword to complete his sword intent. Besides, Su Jiugui is a master, so why would the swords he used be placed in the Jiange for younger generations to choose.

"It's mine too." Zhu Bai said again.

Many people don't know that Su Jiugui used a sword called "Unextinguishable", and it didn't use it for a long time.

Later, when Zhubai was born, Su Jiugui taught him how to practice, and gave him the "Immortal" with his own hands. Every morning, Su Jiugui would come to teach him how to dance the sword.

Zhubai likes Su Jiugui to teach him, and the master will hold his wrist from behind and teach him stroke by stroke like teaching him to write.

Zhubai was greedy for the warmth of the master, and deliberately didn't study hard. After three months of learning, Su Jiu had to come back to guide him. During that time, Su Jiugui suspected that his apprentice was an unenlightened person.

Later, Zhubai was driven down the mountain. Su Jiugui didn't need a real sword. His sword hung high in the sword pavilion and became a mascot. He didn't move, and no one dared to move it.

For so many years, no one has called out "unextinguishable".

I don't dare to think about it anymore, I want to be disappointed once in a while.

Zhubai said: "Go back, it's getting dark."

Hongliu was a little disappointed, because Zhubai didn't look happy, she had seen Zhubai smile, but that smile only lasted for a moment.

It's the same with Chasing White after coming down from the competition stage.

Hongliu wanted to kill the emperor, but before she left, she was a little worried about Zhubai. After Su Jiugui died, she and Wen Qi tacitly wanted to take care of Zhubai.

Zhubai is a magic dragon, no one can take advantage of him, what they take care of is not Zhubai's body, but his heart.

Hongliu watched Zhubai becoming calm day by day, and heard that he had been reading the classics left by Su Jiugui, and he wanted to walk the path Su Jiugui had walked again.

What Su Jiugui followed was the ruthless way, and she wiped out her emotions and desires every day, and never felt sad or happy ever since.

The people of the Four Great Immortal Mountains are happy to see such chasing whiteness. The magic dragon is not bound by the curse seal, and it would be great if it could restrain itself.

But Hongliu doesn't really want to see this kind of chasing after white, it should be Su Jiugui who doesn't want to see such chasing after white.

Su Jiugui's own path was too painful. He doted on his apprentice very much, and didn't want him to follow his own old path.

But Hongliu had no position, and couldn't say a word when facing Zhubai's back.

·

Su Jiugui's bedroom has been repaired.

Zhang Nu completed the repairs according to Zhubai's instructions, and it was exactly the same as in Zhubai's memory.

The only difference is that there is an extra flowerbed in front of the door. In the past, Zhui Bai would always tease him when he saw the flowers, but now he left when he saw the flowers, as if they were weeds on the side of the road.

But Zhang Nu is still taking care of him carefully. He feels that his wife, the city lord, will always come back.

Zhubai has a bad temper today, Zhang Nu can tell without looking at his face, he wanted to hide away, but he saw a sword behind Zhubai.

"Your Highness," Zhang Nu said, "What is this?"

"Sword." Zhu Bai was too lazy to speak today.

Zhang Nu stared at Buxiu for a while, thinking it was very interesting, that thing was like a puppy, following wherever it went.

"Don't follow me." Zhubai turned around and shouted.

Jian couldn't speak again, and he seemed aggrieved when he was reprimanded, and then he followed after Zhubai turned around.

"Go away." Zhubai turned his head, and Buxiu obediently stood where he was, as if he wanted Zhubai to touch the hilt of his sword.

With a bang, Zhubai closed the door, and the sword was locked out of the door.

Zhang Nu knew that everything on the fairy mountain had spirits, so he whispered: "Your Highness has entered the quiet room, he doesn't like to be disturbed."

Buxiu leaned to the side of the sword, looking down at the little Cotton Essence.

Zhang Nu said: "Do you want to wait for him here?"

Buchu stood still.

Zhang Nu respected spiritual things, and always felt that this sword was not an ordinary thing, so he leaned forward and saw the sword inscription.

"So your name is Buxiu."

Zhang Nu talked with the sword like a human being, and said, "Or I'll find you a bedroom."

Unstoppable shook his head.

Buxi didn't look at Zhang Nu again, but pushed open the door of the quiet room with the hilt of his sword.

Zhang Nu watched Buxi break through the door, thinking, this sword is really... formidable.

With such a bad face, Zhubai dared to move forward, and he was not afraid of being crushed by the magic dragon's claws.

Zhubai had just sat down in the quiet room, flipping through a book, when he looked up, he saw Buxie creeping in cautiously.

Unextinguishable is Su Jiugui's sword, and the quiet room runes and spells are similar to his. It should be said that there is no place in Taiqing Mountain that he cannot enter.

"Get out!" Zhubai said.

Buxi didn't seem to hear him, and he didn't take half a step away from him.

The veins on Zhubai's forehead were throbbing, why did Su Jiugui's sword look so dog-like?It suddenly occurred to him that he was using the sword himself, and he was speechless again.

It seemed to be his sword.

Buxiuyouling knew that Zhubai was depressed, so he didn't bother him, just hung at the door.

Zhubai didn't care about him anymore, he was really serious about reading the scroll, the candle was burnt out, his eyes dimmed, Zhubai wanted to light another lamp, but suddenly he felt his eyes brighten.

Buxiu floated to his side, and silently lit up a white gleam, illuminating his scroll.

Choking by white, I feel that losing my temper with a sword today is a bit too much.

Zhubai didn't drive him away, and he defaulted to staying by her side.

Buxi fulfilled his duty and never disturbed him, just by his side.

Later, I got sleepy from watching Zhubai, tilted my head, and lay down on the table.

With his arm resting on his pillow, he could see his side face from the angle of non-extinguishing light, which was softened by the dim light, but he looked pretty.

Zhubai only showed his true face when he fell asleep, and he frowned slightly, as if bored.

Of course it's boring. Zhui Bai didn't like reading since he was a child, and he would feel sleepy after reading for an hour at most.

The little devil dragon is still less than [-] years old this year, and as a dragon, he is still a little dragon, but the little dragon wants to live a thousand years longer with an old-fashioned attitude.

Buxi sighed, and then used the hilt of his sword to pick up a thin blanket to cover Zhubai's body.

Then he extinguished his own sword light, and fell into a deep sleep with Zhubai.

·

Zhubai had a dream. In the dream, when he returned to his youth, he was practicing sword, and what he held in his hand was Unextinguishable.

"Wrong." Someone said.

In the dream, Zhubai didn't look back at the person, but was very annoyed. He couldn't practice this move "Pingqiu" well. After three days of practice, he was still practicing this move.

Now it's not that Su Jiugui thinks that he is not enlightened, but he himself feels that he is not enlightened.

The young man is stubborn, if you say I can't do it, I want to prove it to you, but the more impetuous he is, the more mistakes he makes.

"wrong again."

Zhubai gritted his teeth, feeling that he had a grudge against Lianjian, he squeezed the hilt of the sword tightly, trying to crush Buxiu into pieces.

Suddenly, the back of Zhubai's hand warmed up, and a slender hand covered the back of his hand, and then Zhubai smelled a woody fragrance.

Su Jiugui grabbed Zhubai's hand from behind, and Zhubai seemed to be half-embraced by him, his back was tense.

"Relax." Su Jiugui said softly.

Zhubai didn't know how to relax, he had never been hugged by Su Jiugui before, he was distracted, thinking that he was no longer a sword.

After Su Jiugui grabbed his hand, he was as stiff as a piece of wood. Su Jiugui deliberately paid attention to the proportions. Only their hands were touching, and their backs were empty, and they didn't touch at all.

"Relax, I can't teach you like this." Su Jiugui said.

It's okay for Su Jiugui not to speak, but when he speaks, he doesn't know what to do. The voice is close to his ear, and it wants to penetrate into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He wanted to hide, but he didn't know how to hide.

Zhubai spent some effort to relax, Su Jiugui led him through the sword move, Zhubai was so confused that he forgot it in a blink of an eye.

"Do you remember?" Su Jiugui asked.

"En." Zhubai responded softly, extremely perfunctory.

"Practice it once and show me." Su Jiugui wanted to withdraw his hand.

This is the case in my memory. In the past, when he practiced swords day by day, Su Jiugui was also very measured when he came to guide him. He only held his hand and didn't touch any unnecessary parts.

Then the director would leave after a while. Zhubai used to think it was very short, so he made mistakes again and again, and wanted Master to hold his hand more.

At that time, he just wanted to touch Su Jiugui more, the young man's mind was too clumsy, and he didn't dare to go any further.

This time, Su Jiugui let go of his hand, he felt the woody fragrance go away from him, Su Jiugui wanted to leave.

Probably in the dream, Zhubai was no longer a real young man, his true self had grown up.

So he was bolder than when he was a teenager, and he grabbed Su Jiugui's hand that he wanted to withdraw.

Su Jiugui paused, unlike what Zhubai thought, he didn't shake himself off, he just stopped.

Therefore, Zhubai moved more boldly, he clenched Su Jiugui's wrist, and then turned around.

He saw Su Jiugui.

Zhubai's heart was pounding, he was obviously old and shallow-minded like a young man, just holding his wrist made his heart beat faster.

"Master." Zhu Bai looked up at him, "I caught you."

dream

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