Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Big Jiao: "Second Jiao, it's your turn to offer the demon pill this time!" San Jiao laughed loudly.

The second dragon is not as easy to deceive as the third dragon. It watched Ji Xiao carefully for a moment, and said confidently: "I can't offer it! His whole body is full of real energy, which is a sign of overflow. He has absorbed too much power and hasn't refined it yet." , Offering alchemy is not to save him, but to harm him! Anyway, he has a Taoist companion, wait for his Taoist companion to sort out his meridians, soothe the true energy in his body, and then he can cultivate for a while, and he will naturally improve his cultivation!"

Dajiao: "Well...it seems to be true. Forget it, let's send the two of them out first, no, two of them and one beast." Meng Xueli still had a mirage beast hidden in her arms.

The jiao chants echoed on the bottom of the sea, the big jiao leaned over, supported Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao, and floated towards the surface of the water.

The other two dragons surrounded it, and the three dragon scales shone with golden light, illuminating the dark sea water.

Meng Xueli thought, their monster bodies are really beautiful, strong and powerful, majestic, unlike my thin arms and legs now.When Ji Xiao was Xiao Tingyun, he even praised me for being good-looking. Is it true?

He lowered his head to look at the daoist couple who was in a coma in his arms and whose front was soaked in blood, and felt for the pulse of the other party. He couldn't care less about jealousy, his heart was full and only Ji Xiao was left.

Yu Qishu was chatting with the three dragons by the pool, but the dragons lost their voice for some reason. He took a closer look and saw the ripples on the water surface, and the vortex appeared, and vaguely felt something was wrong:

"Brother Chu...won't you take me to fly again?"

With a "click", a slender, white, tender, wet hand stuck out of the whirlpool and pawed at the edge of the pond.

Yu Qishu was so frightened that she jumped away suddenly: "Ahhhhhhh—"

Holding Ji Xiao in her arms, Meng Xueli jumped out of the pond: "Xiao Yu, don't be afraid."

When Yu Qishu saw who was coming, her horror turned into surprise: "Brother Meng, you're back!"

"It's a long story, I'll talk about it later." Before the words finished, Meng Xueli's figure was already tens of feet away.

Yu Qishu chased after two steps, and was stopped by the big Jiao in the pond: "What are you going to do with the matter of the Taoist couple?"

"But, Sword Master seems to be injured..." Yu Qishu was worried.He wanted to ask many questions, but Meng Xueli came and left in a hurry, and only said twelve words to him.

Erjiao: "That's not called being injured, silly boy!"

Sanjiao wiped away tears with grievance: "Jixiao still hasn't seen my efforts..."

Yu Qishu: "I'd better go and have a look!"

Meng Xueli carried Ji Xiao into "Xiao Tingyun's" room, and before closing the door, he found the mirage beast in his arms, threw it, and a parabola crossed the courtyard wall.

"Xiao Yu took care of it for me—"

Seeing this, Yu Qishu, who just came over, hurriedly raised her breath and stretched out her hands.The mirage fell steadily into Yu Qishu's arms, staring at the latter.

Yu Qishu wanted to cry but had no tears: "What are you!"

The mirage beast didn't quite understand what happened, and tilted its head with a more innocent expression than him: "Oh?"

Jixiao lived alone in a quiet room before his "immortal death", and he and his Taoist couple rarely saw each other for a year; Xiao Tingyun lived next door to Meng Xueli, the two of them were only separated by a courtyard wall, sitting on their respective roofs at night, they could see each other's moonlight The shadow under the shadow can have a chat and discussion without a sentence.

Meng Xueli also wanted to hug someone back to her bed, but that seemed to be taking advantage of someone's danger.

He lay next to Ji Xiao, restraining his thoughts, concentrating and calming down, and resting against his forehead, he carefully separated a ray of consciousness, trying to enter the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, and sort out the violent true energy in his body.

This approach implies danger. If it were someone else, Ji Xiao's powerful spirit would backlash him, ranging from convulsions to the sea of ​​consciousness, to severe loss of sanity.Fortunately, before the collapse of the secret realm, the two had the experience of soul-soul communication, and Ji Xiao did not reject him.

Meng Xueli was very careful, his trace of consciousness was like a spider's thread in the wind, trembling and probing.Just now he knocked open the boundary of the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, and was instantly engulfed by a majestic force, as if a storm was about to smash a wooden boat.

He let out a muffled snort, preparing himself for pain, but the terrifying force suddenly relaxed and wrapped him gently.

Even though Ji Xiao was in a coma, he subconsciously held back his coercion, for fear of hurting himself.Meng Xueli was aware of this, and with a firm mind, she slowly penetrated into more spiritual consciousness.

If the meridian is compared to a river, and the true energy is compared to a flow of water, the several forces in Ji Xiao's body counteract each other, just like the surging tide of a river, turbulent endlessly.

Meng Xueli's spiritual consciousness is like a gentle spring breeze, it first probes into the narrow river, smooths the upstream river into a downstream, and then withdraws and submerges into the next one, sorting out one by one, pulling thousands of rivers into the sea.

Ji Xiao's aura gradually calmed down.

I don't know how long it has passed, Meng Xueli's spirit is highly concentrated, and when he reaches the depths of Jixiao's sea of ​​consciousness, he already feels a little weak.For the cultivation of the human race, it is necessary to temper the strength of the spiritual consciousness, but he has only been a human being for three short years.He used to be a demon, relying more on blood talent and strong physique.

Jixiao's sea of ​​consciousness is a sea of ​​falling snow.The blue waves are rippling, and the thin snow melts when it falls into the sea.

Meng Xueli felt that she had entered a dream and looked around curiously.

When a gust of wind blew up, the numerous snowflakes were rolled up, turning into a figure and appearing on the seashore.He saw, or felt Ji Xiao's soul

——It's not the appearance of the apprentice "Xiao Tingyun", but the sword master who saved his life from a place outside the world, which is unforgettable at the first sight of the poor city.

"The soul can appear in the sea of ​​consciousness, it seems that it is really all right."

Before he breathed a sigh of relief and tried to retreat, the other party's consciousness entered his sea of ​​consciousness like a gurgling stream.

Ji Xiao was much more proficient than him, and the two of them merged with each other, Meng Xueli's consciousness was completely drawn, and the soul also showed its original shape.

It was a little mink, in Jixiao's sea of ​​consciousness, it jumped up, lightly jumped onto Jianzun's shoulder, and rubbed against his neck vigorously.

Ji Xiao held Ling Diao in his arms, and picked up a wooden comb called "Weary of Rain" in his hand.The comb teeth are fine and dense, from the neck all the way to the back, the strength is just right.

Little Ling Diao sighed comfortably, turning over to reveal her soft belly.

He didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted time to stay in this moment.

At the same time, Meng Xueli couldn't help moaning, the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness were invaded by the other party's exploration, this subtle feeling directly hit the soul, gentle and turbulent, wave after wave, made his muscles and bones weak and unable to resist.

I don't know how long it has passed, he seems to have returned to the cave in the secret place, by the pool, or when he was a demon, snuggled up in Ji Xiao's arms, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, Meng Xueli woke up slowly.Seeing the silver moonlight shining through the flower window, the shadows of the whirling trees reflected on the white wall, and seeing Ji Xiao's quiet eyebrows so close at hand, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter.

He raised his neck and blew lightly into Ji Xiao's closed eyes.

In Changchun Peak, the sky is full of moonlight, the silver light shines on the vegetation, and the spring breeze blows peach blossoms.

Beyond the Changchun Peak, the wind is raging, and the summer night rainstorm is approaching.