My mythology is different from yours

Xuanzhi threw the fragments of the Cloud Killing Sword into the Eight Diagrams Furnace for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, and the Eight Diagrams Furnace spit out the restored spirit sword.

When the spirit sword was born, the entire Linguangyuan felt it, and the sword energy swept out from the wisteria garden, carrying the fire from the furnace, like the scorching solar wind, bringing the Linguangyuan back to the midsummer after late autumn.

The scattered red maple trees were swept up into the sky, and then descended one after another, and a red rain swayed down.

Even the Xunyang Peak next door could feel the fluctuation of the sword energy. The disciples of Xunyang Peak looked curiously at the Huoshaoyun covering the sky of Linguangyuan, and said in surprise: "The direction of the sword energy is Linguangyuan? What about Linguangyuan?" Is it time to start refining?"

"Looking at the appearance of this spirit sword, it must be a high-grade martial arts. Let's go and have a look!"

Xunyang Peak is originally Jianfeng, and the disciples of the sect have extraordinary enthusiasm for spirit swords. For a moment, countless lights shot out from Xunyang Peak, Yujian rushed to Linguangyuan.

In the past, the one who received such high-profile treatment was every time the Zhuoyun Institute's refining equipment was released.

In the front yard of the Wisteria Garden, a dazzling long sword hangs above the gossip stove. From the hilt to the tip of the sword is golden, like a golden forged sword. Plated with a layer of gold.

It is not exactly the same as the snow-white Slaughter Cloud Sword from before, it can only be said that it has nothing to do with it.

Xuan Zhi: "..." It's all right now, Yun Juan's spirit is gone, and now even its shape has changed.

She raised her sleeves to cover her eyes that were about to be blinded by the golden light, and said in disbelief, "Bagua Furnace, Jindan is fine, why do you have such a bold aesthetic in refining weapons?"

After she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong, "But, not all the mutton fat jade bottles and plantain fans you made are golden."

The copper feet of the Eight Diagrams Stove stomped on the ground, and the entire wisteria garden shook accordingly. The suspended golden long sword hummed, and a crack spread rapidly down from the hilt. It shattered with a clang, and the golden light scattered. The snow-white and transparent sword body inside was exposed.

Seeing the same spiritual sword as before, Xuanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, endured the heat wave and walked over, touched the ear of the Bagua furnace, and actively admitted his mistake, "You practiced very well! I was blind and didn't see through it." The phenomenon sees the essence, and it is wrong to blame you."

The copper animal feet on the ground of the gossip furnace stopped, and the gossip totem on the round belly flashed, and the fire in the yard disappeared with it, returning to the magic talisman.

The Killing Cloud Sword got rid of the golden sheath, and the sword energy inside swept out from the wisteria garden. After a while, the sword light was drawn back to the sword body, and the whole long sword was full of divine light.

Its sword body trembled slightly, circled around the wisteria garden, roared up, and shot towards a palace deep in Linguang courtyard.

Xuanzhi chased after Killing Yunjian, and shouted, "Hey! Yun Juan, where are you going!"

The sword cultivators from Xunyang Peak came here, but before they saw the reason, they saw a sword shadow shooting out from the wisteria garden and disappearing into the sky.All the disciples hurriedly turned the spirit sword, and ran to the depths of the mountain in Linguangyuan, wanting to see the grace of the divine sword.

During this period, the instrument repairer from Burning Cloud Academy came to join in the fun, a series of tails whizzed across the sky of Linguang Academy, halfway was blocked by a huge peacock demon screaming soaring into the sky.

The peacock's shadow is colorful, the eye-spots on its feathers are dizzying, its beak is sharper than a sword, and it pecks at the sword repairer who broke into Linguang courtyard.

A big bump was pecked out on Yan Yin's forehead, and he yelled angrily: "Pei Gu, what are you doing! Can you please take care of your bird!"

Shi Shiran, Pei Gu, came out from the corridor of the house, and raised his voice: "A large group of you sword cultivators barged in without saying hello, is it reasonable?"

"Senior Brother Pei, a sword was born in Linguang Academy, we just came to see the excitement." A sword cultivator begged for mercy.

There were also tool cultivators who were puzzled, "When did you Linguang Academy start refining tools? You need to report to the sect in advance to refine such a level of spiritual sword."

Xuan Zhi vaguely heard the commotion behind her, she couldn't take care of it for the time being, and was only busy chasing her senior brother-in-law.

The Killing Cloud Sword passed through the never-dispersed fire clouds, leaving a sword mark that cut across the sky. The tip of the sword suddenly pressed down and shot towards a palace with a forbidden barrier.

That is, the temple of the therapist.

Xuanzhi's eyes were full of surprise, seeing the Cloud Killing Sword colliding with the barrier outside the palace, Pei Ziying came out from the palace, and looked at the long sword hovering in the sky.

The Killing Cloud Sword was blocked out by the barrier, restrained its edge, and just hung quietly in the air.

Xuan Zhi fell into the palace and explained to Pei Ziying who was looking at her questioningly, "It's Yun Juan's body. I put it into the furnace and repaired it. As soon as it came out of the furnace, it rushed here, probably because it sensed the senior sister."

Pei Ziying pondered for a moment, then waved her hand to remove the restraint, the long sword fell from mid-air, and plunged into the stone steps in front of the hall.

The snow-white blade of the long sword swayed slightly, and the gentle wind of the sword swept across the hall, lifting the bed curtain hanging in the center of the formation.

Xuanzhi saw Shi Niannian's slightly raised strands of hair from under the lifted veil, and after a while, the strands fell back to the shoulder of the sleeping man, the sword energy circled around and exited the hall and submerged into the sword body, and the spirit sword became quiet .

Pei Ziying sighed, "Let it be here."

After sunset, Xuanzhi went back to the Wisteria Garden, and all the fellow disciples who came to see the fun were pecked back to their hometown mercilessly by the peacocks, and Linguangyuan returned to its former tranquility.

Xuanzhi held a few red maple leaves in her hands, and she was in a good mood. When she entered the door, she saw a figure sitting in the porch, her eyes lit up, and she shouted: "Shen Tutao."

Shen Tutao turned his eyes with one hand on his chin, the faint candlelight reflected in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You look very happy."

Xuanzhi tapped his toes, strided across the short distance from the courtyard gate to the porch, and sat down on the other side of the wooden table. He clattered about today's events, and finally asked, "Will Cloud Killing Sword Does this reaction mean that Yun Juan's spirit is still there?"

Shen Tutao's long eyebrows raised slightly, "From this point of view, he should have some spiritual consciousness or residual memory."

During this period of time, Shen Tutao has always been like this, popping up from time to time to talk to Xuan Zhi, staying with her for a while and then disappearing, her whereabouts are erratic, and she doesn't know what she is doing.

His Majesty the Ghost Emperor was finally free of the heavenly rules, like a husky that had let go of the reins, coming and going without a trace, but he was a little better than huskies in that he would come back from time to time to show his face to her, expressing I didn't get lost.

Once this idea took shape in Xuanzhi's mind, she couldn't shake it off. Every time she saw Shen Tutao appearing, she would think of the silly dog ​​who had had enough fun outside and came back to drink water.

Xuan Zhi made tea in the corridor and poured a cup for His Majesty Ghost Emperor.

Shen Tutao took it and drank it down in one gulp, then refilled another glass himself.

Xuanzhi couldn't help laughing out loud, Shen Tutao looked at her inwardly without knowing, with doubts in her red pupils, "What are you laughing at?"

"No..." Xuanzhi laughed so hard that he couldn't even finish his sentence, his eyes were bent into a pair of beautiful crescent moons, and the moisture from the corners of his eyes shone brightly under the candlelight, tickling people's hearts slightly.

Shentu Tao stared at her with fixed eyebrows, her Adam's apple slipped, and she drank another half a cup of tea but couldn't suppress the thirst in her throat.

His white fingers moved slightly, and a pink peach blossom appeared on the fingertips. When Xuan Zhi smiled the happiest, he suddenly stretched out his arms to embrace her, put his fingertips into her mouth, and squeezed the peach blossom into her mouth. On the tip of her soft tongue.

Xuan Zhi's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he immediately closed his mouth, but instead sucked his fingers deeper.

The soft and hot touch was transmitted to his senses like lightning, and Shen Tutao's wrist trembled slightly, both of them couldn't help but froze.

At the same time, the small thoughts in Xuan Zhi's heart were unreservedly exposed to Peach Blossom's owner, and Shentu Tao's rippling mood froze instantly as if a cold wind was blowing in his face.

His expression went from being stunned to frowning, and finally turned into anger from embarrassment. He pinched her cheek with his fingers and said viciously, "Dog? You imagined Gu as a dog?"

Xuanzhi's eyes flickered, revealing a deep guilty conscience: "...dogs, dogs are so cute."

"Really?" Shen Tutao sneered, folded her body and pressed her on the mat, leaned over and buried her head, and bit her lower lip in her mouth, "How cute? Is it so cute?"

Xuan Zhi: "..." You are not cute, you have no idea?

Shen Tutao let out a low laugh from his nose, and said slowly, "Woof?"

Xuanzhi: "???" Xuanzhi was shocked, for His Majesty the Ghost Emperor was indeed a little informal.

Shen Tutao didn't give her a chance to speak, the tip of her tongue pressed against her teeth, crushing the peach blossoms in her mouth.

The fresh fragrance of peach blossom spread between the lips and teeth of the two, with a bit of astringent taste of plants. Xuanzhi was kissed so that his eyes were covered with mist, and he swallowed the peach blossom into his stomach in a dizzy manner.

When she was almost out of breath, Shen Tutao retreated a little bit, and Xuan Zhi took a quick breath, her tearful eyes were not intimidating, and she glared at him and said, "You are not allowed to take your body at will in the future." Peach blossoms stuffed into my mouth! What is that flower yours, don’t you know what it is?”

"What is it?" Shen Tutao replied solemnly, "It's a bisexual flower, with styles, stamens, filaments, and anthers. It needs you when it bears fruit."

Xuan Zhi was speechless again.Very well, His Majesty the Ghost Emperor has firmly remembered the biological knowledge she taught back then.

"I'm not your little pollinating bee."

Shen Tutao picked her up and sat in his arms, pressing her forehead against her, his spiritual consciousness went straight into her altar, and knocked on the door outside the sea of ​​consciousness.Xuan Zhi's sea of ​​consciousness didn't have the slightest defense against him, it was as if the door of the room was wide open, allowing his consciousness to enter.

The two minds and souls intertwined, and the sea of ​​consciousness overlapped.

It was as if fireworks exploded in the depths of the soul, and the trembling feeling spread from the soul to the body. Xuanzhi was trembling all over, and heard him whispering in his ear: "Aren't you the great sage who just wants me to bear fruit for you?" Do you want to eat? Then you have to work hard to pollinate the orphan."

Xuanzhi's spiritual consciousness followed Shentu peaches to fall into his clone peach tree. The crown of the peach tree was luxuriant, like a majestic mountain, and the pink and white peach blossoms bloomed one after another. picture.

Shen Tutao kissed her temples, and the consciousness entwined with her rolled into the cloud-like crown of peach blossoms, "Pollinate, little bee."