refuse to be a teacher

Xue Lan vaguely remembers that Qin once said that "stealing the sky" technique can be tried at any time, no matter where, as long as the medium corresponds to it.

So he made a bet that if he found the right medium, he might be able to cross the barrier and exchange Yan Hao from the house.

And now judging from the results, he seems to bet just right.

Yan Jue let him hold him tightly in his arms, his complexion turned pale, and there was even a little bit of unbelievable surprise.He really couldn't imagine how a wanderer who was idle all day could thoroughly master the art of "stealing the sky" in one day, and successfully use it to the fullest.

However, the next moment, the wandering ghost finally couldn't hold on anymore.The large amount of physical energy consumed by the stealing sky spell is directly proportional to the cultivation level and the target object it is exchanged for. If it is only used to catch some insignificant small fish and shrimps, it will not consume much, but if he wants to move He is a big living person who can move and jump, and his loss is self-evident——

After a while, seeing that Xue Lan was already a little pale and stiff because of the smile on his face, and the cold sweat of Dou Da was winding from the corner of his forehead to the bottom of his neck. Yan Jue hurriedly came back to his senses, grabbed his shoulder and reprimanded: "Nonsense, Let me down!"

Because Xue Lan's arms were a little weak, Youyou stubbornly said: "No, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Jue raised his hands and touched the three vital points on his chest, forcing him to bend down, then took his arm and brushed it to the pulse between his wrists, looking down intently, his expression changed immediately, He opened his mouth and scolded: "Xue Xiaomao, what have you been pretending in your head all day? Are you playing with your life?"

Xue Lan suddenly changed her posture because of his flip, and put her head forward, and leaned into his arms impartially. At the end, she patted left and right twice without knowing it, and said solemnly: "It's natural." It's you."

Yan Jue ignored his teasing, but hastily lowered his head and checked him carefully, and found that there was nothing abnormal except that his cultivation base was excessively depleted, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a deep voice: "What medium did you use? "

Xue Lan reached out her hand to dig into the lapel twice, and pulled out a strand of slender white hair, saying: "I left it casually, I didn't think it would work, but since the master taught the art of 'stealing the sky' I have to try it once before I know if it works, right?"

Yan Jue's face turned cold, and he said: "If you work too hard, you will lose it, and if you lose it for a long time, it will be useless. You have spent a lot of cultivation to activate the spells, but you will pay a certain price for it afterward?"

Xue Lan looked up at him, and said noncommittally: "I'm standing outside that window, talking to you seriously all the time, and you refuse to pay attention to me, what can I do?"

After Yan Jue heard this, his anger increased instead of diminishing, and he suddenly blocked his hand and threw it aside and said, "You don't take your life seriously, who do you expect to sympathize with you?"

Xue Lan was thrown back suddenly by him, and almost staggered and fell to the ground. She finally held her chest to slow down the force, and saw that Yan Jue had turned her back with her sleeves, and was about to step into the house. He started walking, and in a moment of desperation, he had no choice but to pounce forward, grabbing the hem of his clothes to hold him back and saying, "Master, I'm sorry!"

He had just overdrawn his cultivation base once, and at this time he didn't have much physical strength left. With trembling hands, he moved along the hem of Yan Jue's snow-white clothes to his waist, pulling with all his strength, his movements were extraordinarily strong, but his voice was humble and hoarse.

It seemed helpless, more like begging.

Yan Jue walked halfway forward, and suddenly stopped.His slender hands were tightly clenched into fists, and the slender knuckles even sank into the soft flesh at one point, leaving a series of pit marks of different depths.

After a long while, I didn't know what to think of, and suddenly let go of my hand slowly.He let out a long breath, turned his back to Xue Lanyin, and sighed in a low voice: "...I have not recovered from my injuries in the past few days, and my skill is far from half as good as before. If you want to leave Changxingju at this time, I will not be able to protect you." You are considerate."

Before he could finish speaking, Xue Lan stepped forward quickly and hugged him gently.

—he listened.

Xue Lan thought almost ecstatically, Yan Jue actually listened carefully to the bits and pieces that he chewed out in a daze just now.

"Master, master...!" He was about to go crazy with joy, his hands were still hanging around Yan Jue's waist, and he didn't know where to put them down, "I will protect you, I will protect you! We will return to the ancient city of Fangshan now. Go, it's only ten days' journey by horse, and we'll be there soon! There's nothing in this wretched place, if I stay any longer, I'm really going to be suffocated to death..."

Yan Jue let him feel the hairs all over his body, and he was not used to it, so he stretched out a finger and pushed him away, and said with a little disgust: "You are so tired, next time you use spells indiscriminately like this, I really should kill you!" cut it!"

"Listen to you, don't use it, never use it again." Xue Lanyin said, "It's what the master says!"

Yan Jue looked up at him, shook his head for a while, then turned and walked in the other direction.Because Xue Lan didn't know, she quickly followed, wondering, "Where is Master going?"

Yan cheated and said leisurely: "I don't even have a sword, so you took the head and walked out of Changxingju?"

Xue Lan paused, and immediately said: "Hey! You... that old man took your sword away, I don't know where to put it..."

While they were talking, the two of them had hurried to dozens of feet outside Zhenjiantai.Even though it was late at night and everything was dim, only a plaque at the entrance was covered with a few fragments of moonlight, which still kept a ray of bright and dust-free.

Looking at the vigorous and powerful "Green Cui" in the distance, Xue Lan was a little dazed.After thinking about it, I only recalled the sentence mentioned by Yi Shangxian earlier, "The sky is full of smoke and stars, and the setting sun is green and suddenly turns into haze."

——I was talking about porcelain, but I somehow thought of people.Since it is a fly in the ointment, what is the final regret?

For a while, he was stunned by the side, and Yan Jue slapped him on the forehead from behind and said, "Why are you so stupid, should you go or not?"

"Let's go! Of course we have to go." Xue Lan came back to her senses in a hurry, and looked around subconsciously, "We just ran away so blatantly, your senior brother really won't come and catch you?"

Yan Jue kicked his legs and stepped up a stone step outside Zhenjiantai, without turning his head, he said: "So what if you catch him? If he comes, can you beat him?"

Xue Lan laughed softly, reached out and hooked the corner of his robe and asked: "Master really wants to leave, can he stay?"

Yan Jue glanced at him, seemingly helpless.Then he turned around and made seals to face the three-foot wooden door outside Zhenjiantai, and moved forward with all his strength, with a sound of "squeak", the gatekeeper's enchantment was shaken open, and a small crack was slightly cracked.

"...he wished for me to die." Yan said indifferently, "If he has to stay in the Changxing residence and linger, he will feel bad luck."

At nightfall, there was no one in the Sword Suppressing Terrace, and now that the summer solstice has passed, the heat should have been unbearable, but because there were few servants in the middle of the long journey, and the population was thin, the places where the barriers joined were full of bone-biting darkness. cold.

"Since he wanted you to die, why didn't he kill you when you were in danger?" Xue Lan asked curiously.

"You think it's that easy?" Yan Jue said contemptuously, "With my forbidden body protection, he can't do anything to me at all. If you want to see how I die, you can only wait until my cultivation base dissipates on my own. There will never be a day of condensation—otherwise, with his chicken pecking skills, he will never try to rub off a layer of my skin."

The two brothers and sisters in this sect are very interesting.Senior brother always just calls junior fellow a trash, but senior fellow says that senior fellow's kung fu is like chicken pecking at rice, and they demean each other over and over again, not knowing what they are trying to do, but in the end, they never take anyone's life, even at a certain time. In some unpredictable and critical moments, Yi Shangxian rescued Yan Jue once intentionally or unintentionally.

——Thinking about the tragic encounter with Shen Miaozhou in Guli Town that day, if Yi Shangxian hadn't deliberately intercepted it, Xue Lan would have gone to Lingtai Mountain with Yan Jue to be imprisoned at this time. Talking and laughing here?

Xue Lan turned her head to look at him, but saw that snow-white hair hidden in the darkness, and her slender figure melted into the mixed lights of swords and knives in the room. too clear.

"Come on, Master is immortal because of the forbidden technique to protect the body?" Xue Lan said, "Then what's the matter with this pile of white hair? Could it be that Master is over a hundred years old? "

Yan Jue looked back at him indifferently, thought of something halfway, and slowly turned sideways.Looking forward from the angle where Xue Lanyin was standing, he could just catch a glimpse of a mean and playful arc at the end of his eyes.

"Now you know that you think I'm old?"

He has a good complexion, and there is some indescribable femininity and profundity hidden in the sharp features.

It is a complex beauty that gathers all contradictions and distortions into one place.What can be seen through those long and narrow phoenix eyes is the coldness that corrodes the heart, but also the warmth that is countless.

"I don't dislike... how can I dislike it?"

Xue Lan swallowed because she lowered her head, and then said softly, "Even if Master is an old ugly monster with fine lines on his face, I can still kiss you..."

At that time, Yan Jue was burying his head in the pile of swords to look for the shadow of Ya Ling's sword, and he didn't catch a slight mistake, so he asked him casually: "What did you just say?"

Xue Lan shook her hand, and immediately denied it: "...Hey, it's nothing."

Yan Jue narrowed his eyes, as if he still wanted to ask something, but he stopped the moment he was about to speak, turned to look at a dark and unremarkable corner of the room, and said, "I found it."

Xue Lan slightly restrained her expression when she heard the words, stepped forward slowly and squatted down, just in time to see a three-foot cold sword neatly placed in the depths of the low cabinet connected to the right room, the whole body was full of white, shining for a long time It didn't come apart, but the tail of the blade was severely worn, and the scabbard was broken into two pieces. The crack was terrible, as if it was caused by the ghost knife in Xixin Valley earlier.

Xue Lan originally thought that Yi Shangxian took the fierce sword away, at least to vent his anger and cut it in half with his own hands, but unexpectedly, he piled it up in the sword-suppressing platform intact, without harming it at all— ——It's a pity that although the Ya Ling sword is still the original Ya Ling sword, the scabbard was completely damaged in the battle of Xixin Valley. Now at a glance, the mottled old marks follow everywhere, and it is far less aggressive than it used to be.

"The sword is like this, can it still be used?" Xue Lan sighed, raised her hand to gently caress the cold and cold sword, and said regretfully, "It used to be quite beautiful, but how can it be polished now? This look..."

"If you couldn't control your legs and had to run around all over the ground, would it have become like this?" Yan gave him a sideways glance, and said coldly, "Of course it can be used, but before that, you need to find someone to repair it."

Xue Lanyin curled her lips and said, "Where can I go to repair it?"

Yan Jue raised his palm, and carefully supported the broken scabbard that was broken in two. Fang pursed his lips, and was about to answer something when his eyes sank suddenly, and he turned his head around. In the darkness, There was only a sound of "Zheng" coming from the front, and Ya Ling's sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and Yan Jue held it in the palm of his hand, and suddenly swung it outward, just in time to meet a sword light coming from behind, and instantly cut it away A long string of scorching sparks.

Xue Lan's heart sank when she heard the sound, and she said urgently: "Master!"

In the middle of the conversation, Yan Jue pulled the back of his neck and dragged him behind him. The Ya Ling sword flashed coldly, and quickly opened a weak barrier as thin as cicada's wings towards the two of them. The blade suddenly lit up with a dazzling sword light, and also trembled and neighed in the suppressed aura that came suddenly. For a while, it was like waking up one by one from a deep dream, and all of them exuded a thrilling and dangerous cold light.

Xue Lan raised her eyes in astonishment, and the misty figure in front of her eyes gathered into one point in an instant, and the wooden sword rose from her hand in response to the sound, and hit from all directions, like a torrential rain, falling on Yan Jue's wrist without stopping one place.Yan Jue frowned and retreated, turned over and jumped onto the beam, grasped the Yaling sword tightly and pushed it out, and immediately swept up the neck of the person who was in contact with it, and the figure of this person flashed in a hurry , almost invisible to the naked eye, leaped forward suddenly, and when he shot again, a three-foot wooden sword was raised proudly, and it reached the center of Yan Jue's eyebrows impartially——

Yan Jue's breath was stagnant, and the Ya Ling sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and he was silent for a long time. After slowly retreating a few steps, Fang turned back and called out in a cold voice:

"...Master."

"Your swordsmanship...is really unfamiliar."

Under the wooden sword, the old man's brows were thin and his hair drooped, as if it would fall apart when touched.