Forced to bind with the double-faced dragon Aotian

Xiao Xuelan stayed in Lanling City for ten or so days. During these ten or so days, he would wait outside the backyard of the Meng Mansion every day, and Xiao Meng Shuchen would go out of the mansion to meet him on time, and Xiao Xuelan Yujian would take him with him. He went to learn kendo outside Lanling City.

Although Xiao Meng Shuchen is young, but his bones are very good, he is a good seed for swordsmanship. In a few days, he was able to practice the set of elementary swordsmanship taught to him by Xiao Xuelan, and he practiced it well.

Xiao Xuelan looked at the baby she had personally taught, and couldn't help being a little jealous, or else he could be the protagonist, he was really talented, and he could learn everything quickly.

Xiao Meng Shuchen took a dagger that Xiao Xuelan gave him and finished his swordsmanship practice, his fair and tender face was flushed after exercise, his light-colored eyes sparkled with excitement, and he walked towards Xiao Xuelan expectantly, Ask: "Brother Ayao, what do you think of my swordsmanship just now?"

Xiao Xuelan leaned against a willow tree with a crooked neck, and said encouragingly: "Not bad, there is progress."

Xiao Meng Shuchen rolled his eyes, pointed at the sword on Xiao Xuelan's waist, and said, "Then can you lend me it for a try?"

"Do you want to try it?" Xiao Xuelan untied her sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. The sword was white in color, and when it came out of the sheath, it was condensed. But children really shouldn't touch destructive weapons, Xiao Xuelan said with a smile, "I'm afraid it won't work, this sword is about the same height as your man, maybe a little heavier than your man, I'm afraid you won't be able to lift it up."

Xiao Meng Shuchen was dissatisfied, seeing how Xiao Xuelan was holding it lightly in his hand, how could it be as exaggerated as he said, pouted: "Stop bluffing me with these words, you are fooling a three-year-old child. Don't be reluctant, How petty."

Xiao Xuelan didn't bother with him after all, she turned the sword down and handed him the hilt, "I'll give it to you. Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

"Do you really want me to try?" Xiao Meng Shuchen's eyes sparkled, he hurriedly put away his dagger, and grasped the hilt of Xiao Xuelan's saber with both hands, Xiao Xuelan laughed inwardly, I really don't believe you are a brat The boy was able to lift it up, but he said calmly, "Do you hold it tight? Am I going to let go?"

Xiao Meng Shuchen nodded again and again, Xiao Xuelan let go of his hand, as expected, the sword was forged of thousands of years of cold iron, it looked light, but actually weighed a hundred catties, which a ten-year-old boy like Xiaolong Aotian could carry When he got up, the weight hung on his hands, leading him to lean forward to the ground.

Xiao Xuelan quickly hugged Xiao Meng Shuchen, so as not to make close contact between his face and the earth, took the sword in his hand, and said: "How is it? Brother didn't lie to you, did you? This sword is really not for children , you little man should obediently hold the dagger."

Little Meng Shuchen raised his head from Xiao Xuelan's arms, with the words "unreconciled" still on his face, he blinked and asked, "Brother Ayao, does your sword have a name?"

Xiao Xuelan nodded and said, "Yes. It's called 'Shuanghan'."

"Shuanghan." Xiao Meng Shuchen repeated, his eyes widened, and he said seriously, "I like your sword, will I be able to pick it up when I grow up?"

Xiao Xuelan thought that he just had a stronger personality, and was still struggling with the fact that she couldn't handle Shuanghan, so she smiled and said: "Of course, when you grow up, it will be no problem to pick up Shuanghan."

"Then will you stay with me all the time?" Xiao Meng Shuchen grabbed Xiao Xuelan's sleeve, and his tone suddenly became soft.

"..." Xiao Xuelan still has other things to do, so naturally he can't stay with Xiaolong Aotian all the time, and he doesn't want to make up nonsense to deceive a child like other adults, so he paused and said: "You have to know, a person's life It's very long, and you will meet many people during this journey. Some people will accompany you through a journey in life, and some people may only meet each other, and you will never see them for the second time in this life. But you have to believe that if you are destined , you and I will meet again one day."

Xiao Meng Shuchen lowered his eyes to prevent Xiao Xuelan from seeing the disappointment in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he whispered: "I forgot, you told me that you will leave here soon. Then will you still come to see me?" ?”

Xiao Xuelan looked at the hairy head, her heart softened, she gently stroked the top of Xiaolong Aotian's head with her hand, rubbed the young boy's soft top hair, and said gently: "If possible, I will."

Xiaolong Aotian turned his head to dodge Xiao Xuelan's claws, and muttered: "Why are you touching my head? My mother told me that a man's head should not be touched casually! You stop!"

Although it was an expression of impatience, Xiaolong Aotian's face regained vitality.

After all, the two had been together for more than ten days, and they still had feelings for each other. Xiao Xuelan knew in her heart that the day of parting might not be far away, so she put away her joking thoughts and said seriously: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's not talk about it today." I've taught you other sword moves, let's learn some theoretical knowledge. Let me ask you, have you learned anything about swords for more than ten days?"

Xiao Meng Shuchen said: "Practicing swordsmanship requires not only to endure physical pain, hunger and cold, but also perseverance and patience stronger than others. You must be fast, precise and ruthless when you strike the sword, but you must be calm during the sword practice, so that you can comprehend the Taoism from it. "

Xiao Xuelan nodded in satisfaction, and asked again: "Then why do you practice swordsmanship?"

Xiao Meng Shuchen's eyes were firm, and his tone was firm: "Whoever bullies me in the future, I will chop him off with my sword!"

Xiao Xuelan: "..."

This cruel little dragon Aotian was taught by himself?

Seeing Xiao Xuelan's obviously displeased face, Xiao Meng Shuchen knew that he must have said something wrong, blinked, and returned to the innocent expression that a child should have, tugging at Xiao Xuelan's sleeve, and said softly and coquettishly: " Brother Ayao, I really like to see you smile, you look so pretty when you smile, when I see you smile, I think of the hibiscus cake my mother made for me, they are all sweet."

Xiao Xuelan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this little clever ghost was quite good at reading words and expressions.

More than ten days passed in a flash, and Xiao Xuelan's first novice mission in this world was also successfully completed. He thought he would have the opportunity to say goodbye to Xiao Meng Shuchen in person, but since that day, he has been wandering around in the backyard of the Meng Mansion. For a few days, they didn't wait for Xiao Meng Shuchen to appear.

Maybe it was because the promise to learn swordsmanship with Xiao Xuelan was only a novelty for a while, and when the freshness wore off, Xiao Meng Shuchen put the matter behind him, or maybe something happened to him again, preventing him from going out. The government's plan, but these are beyond Xiao Xuelan's ability to interfere.

The system prohibits Xiao Xuelan from meeting the protagonist privately, the purpose is to prevent interference with the protagonist's growth process and affect the development of the original plot.

This farewell is ten years past.

The Hanyue Sword Sect that Xiao Xuelan belongs to is located in the corner of Tianchi Lake in the northwest. It was founded by the Nine Luminaries Sage Monarch more than a thousand years ago, and it is a well-known decent sect in the cultivation world.

Although it is called the Sword Sect, there are four sects of one sect, each of which stands on the four perilous peaks of the Hanyue Mountain Range.The four sects have the same root and the same origin, and they have watched and helped each other. For more than a thousand years, the strength of the Hanyue Sword Sect has stood proudly above the hundreds of schools of immortals, and it has been the leader of the righteous way.

Xiao Xuelan is the eldest disciple of the Lingyun Sect Master. The Lingyun Sect Master has been in seclusion and enlightenment all year round, so he became the Lingyun Sect Master's person.

The Hanyue Sword Sect accepts disciples every three years. Cultivators must not only choose a suitable path for their own cultivation, but also pay attention to a good background, and the leader of the Hanyue Sword Sect for thousands of years has joined its sect. Undoubtedly the best choice.

In Xiao Xuelan's understanding, the Hanyue Sword Sect is like Tsinghua University and Peking University, and those immortal families are big families inherited by blood. , and mixed up with a powerful alma mater, and in the future, when he travels in the rivers and lakes, and says that he studied under Han Yue, others will look at him highly.

Xiao Xuelan basically traveled abroad because of doing system tasks, but this time the system issued instructions to him to return to Lingyunzong, Xiao Xuelan keenly felt that Meng Shuchen should be among the disciples of Han Yue this time.

I haven't seen him in ten years, and I don't know what Xiaolong Aotian looked like back then, and I don't know if he still remembers himself.

When Xiao Xuelan rushed back to Lingyunzong, the weather-beaten mountain gate of Lingyunzong had been destroyed in the battle just now, and turned into a puddle of ashes on the side of the road. Only a stone tablet engraved with "Sword Intent Lingyun" was still standing on the ground. In the snow all over the sky.

Xiao Xuelan was wearing Hanyue Sword Cultivator's signature plain robe, with three thousand blue silk tied up by Mo Yu for the hairpin. She had a beautiful face, but her expression was very serious, her brows were always tightly knit.

The biting cold wind from Ling Yunzong blew his clothes rattlingly, he clearly looked like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world, but Xiao Xuelan's peach blossom eyes, which contained a spring water between his gazes, made people look into them You can feel his natural romantic charm and want to get close to him.

It's just that Xiao Xuelan's face is no longer calm as usual, and the frown between his brows revealed the uneasiness in his heart. He came with the sword, pressed the sword down, and stepped on the snow with snow-white road boots. , Every time you take a step, your brows frown.

Outside the mountain gate that no longer exists, the disciples of the Lingyun Sect are lying on their backs. On the plain white Taoist robes, there is a pool of bright and eye-catching red on the chest, standing upright without distinguishing between life and death.

Xiao Xuelan clenched the Shuanghan Sword tightly, her chest heaved slightly, suppressing the emotions in her heart, she closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at those familiar faces lying on the ground.

"Senior brother... you are finally back..." A pair of hands climbed onto Xiao Xuelan's clothes, dragged Xiao Xuelan to prevent him from leaving her side, coughed violently twice, then moaned and moaned intermittently, "You want... We... revenge!"

Xiao Xuelan didn't seem to hear it, looked ahead, and quietly pulled the hem of the clothes to get away, but the hand was so strong that the small corner of the clothes couldn't be pulled out of his hands.

Xiao Xuelan resisted the urge to cut off the robe with a sword, squatted down stiffly and asked the man in a low voice: "What the hell is going on?"

With blood still hanging from the corner of Huang Jueming's mouth, he clutched his chest, gasped for breath, and said angrily, "It's not those bastards of Jishu Sect who set up a formation in front of the mountain gate while you were traveling, senior brother, to prevent us Go back to the mountain! You are too deceitful! Brother, you must not let them go!"

Xiao Xuelan pinched Huang Jueming's veins, and while probing, said: "Okay, why did people from Jishuzong come to trouble you? Did you go to Jishuzong to provoke trouble again while I was away?"

Huang Jueming murmured: "Master will join the Dao in a few days, and our Lingyun Sect should be proud, right, I just... I can't hold it back, brother, you don't know how much they hate the people of the Jishu Sect, I just Had a few quarrels with them..."

"A few words of quarreling can make people set up the Yanyang Bagua Formation to deal with you with great fanfare?" Xiao Xuelan felt powerless in his heart. Ling Yunzong's sword energy belongs to water, and it is restrained by the Yanyang Bagua Formation, which belongs to fire. It is impossible to break the formation with this level of cultivation. It is really shameful to be trapped in front of your own mountain gate by people from Jishu Sect.

Xiao Xuelan stood up, rubbed the center of her brows, and said with hatred: "If you have nothing to do, don't lie here pretending to be dead and shameful." Turning around, she ordered to the person lying on the ground behind her, "And you, hurry up!" Get up! Don’t you think it’s enough to disgrace my Ling Yunzong?”

Hearing the anger in Xiao Xuelan's tone, the people lying on the ground hurriedly got up, pulled me and pulled you to approach Xiao Xuelan, and saluted one by one: "I have seen you, brother."

Cultivators value face the most. Even if their own disciples make mistakes, they will teach them behind closed doors. Now that the Jishu Sect's formation is still in front of their house, they must first find a way to get them to withdraw the formation.

Xiao Xuelan was afraid that the disciples would anger the Jishu Sect's disciples with their quick words, so she decided to go to the front of the battle to ask for an explanation, so she ordered Huang Jueming to lead others to stand back.

As soon as he stood in front of the Yanyang gossip, he felt a wave of scorching air blowing towards his face.This formation is formed by placing four magical artifacts according to the positions of the eight trigrams. The four magical artifacts complement each other and are very powerful. They must be broken one by one in order to break the formation. If the order is wrong, the magical artifacts will be knocked out of the formation.

Jishu Sect has always been rich and powerful, just looking at the top-grade instruments and top-grade spirit stones used in the formation, one can tell that this formation is truly powerful, Huang Jueming and the others will turn into ashes in just a moment after they enter the formation.However, the formation they set up today has changed its direction and weakened the power of the formation, the purpose is only to stop Ling Yunzong's disciples from outside the mountain gate.

How could Xiao Xuelan fail to see that Jishuzong was merciful for the sake of his fellow disciples.The sad thing is that you can't beat them, no wonder their Lingyun Sect has become the laughing stock of the immortal sect.

Xiao Xuelan put aside these distracting thoughts for the time being, and said to the Yanyang gossip formation: "Xiao Xuelan, a member of the Lingyun Sect, can you invite the junior guarding the formation to come out for a while?"

After a while, a disciple wearing a black Taoist robe with a golden thread trim rose up from the formation, looked at Xiao Xuelan, and after confirming that it was him, he said arrogantly: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Xiao. Today, I will borrow the Lingyun Sect's gate to use it." , to practice the formation, if senior brother Xiao wants to go back to Lingyunzong, please go up from the back mountain Yujian!"

Holding the hilt of the sword, Xiao Xuelan said casually: "Xiao has been traveling for a long time and has not returned. He didn't know that Jishu Sect needed to come to Lingyun Sect to rehearse the formation? Why don't you and I discuss this with the Master Master?"

The disciple of Jishu Sect disdainfully said: "Senior brother Xiao, don't use the master master to suppress us. Brother Xiao wants to go up the mountain, so he will enter the formation and do a battle. If we can break the Yanyang gossip formation, we will withdraw from the formation and leave." People, but if senior brother Xiao is not good at Taoism, he will be wronged and senior brother will have to detour from the back mountain for a month!"

Xiao Xuelan didn't mind the other party's arrogant attitude, and the attitude between her cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a little more gentle, and she still discussed with them patiently, saying: "Brothers of the same sect, if I hurt you, wouldn't it damage the harmony between the two sects?" ?”

Hearing what he said, the disciples of the Jishu Sect obviously didn't take themselves seriously, and said angrily: "Lingyunzong is very good at talking, we have already learned it, so please invite Senior Brother Xiao to join the battle, and let us also teach you Lingyunzong! The ability on the sword!"

"offend."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Xuelan jumped to the top of the formation, with a vigorous posture like a goshawk darting through the sky.

When Jishuzong's disciples saw him make a move, they didn't dare to be careless, and immediately entered the formation and returned to the eye of the formation to urge the magic weapon to fight.

The sword roared like a dragon chant, it was the Frost Cold Sword coming out of its sheath, a white sword energy pierced through the air, split the condensed air and the flying snowflakes, and fell straight into the formation, but was blocked by the spell cast on the magic weapon.

The first sword was just to check the position of the formation eye, Xiao Xuelan raised the tip of the sword, urged the sword formula, and swung the second sword towards the formation.

This sword, carrying the wind and snow, has a high sword energy, like a glimpse of a shadow in the sky, and like a blue light entering the clouds.

The bright sword shadow was divided into four, and the snowflakes that had been falling down in the air froze for a moment, and were drawn into the sword shadow like flowing water, condensing into four crystal clear and sharp ice arrows.

Four cold lights flashed, and the four ice arrows shot at the four eyes of the formation, and the sound of ice breaking could be heard faintly, and then, four screams came from four directions in the formation.

The snow fell, and the array broke.

Xiao Xuelan put the sword back into its sheath on the ground, and there was not even a single snowflake on her body.

The disciples of Jishu Sect were still shouting "how is that possible" in the formation, they couldn't believe that Xiao Xuelan broke the Yanyang gossip formation with only two sword strikes.

Different from Jishu Sect's wailing, Lingyun Sect's disciples were raising their hands and shouting "Long Live Senior Brother" to celebrate the victory, but Xiao Xuelan's heart was not fluctuating.

A mechanical female voice sounded in Xiao Xuelan's ear at the right time: [Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission "Attack! Revenge of the Mechanic Master!", character charm value +99, force value +99, prestige value +10, presence +1, please Host keep up the good work! 】

Presence +1, Xiao Xuelan had expected this result a long time ago. Although he has been in the book for ten years, he still has a presence of less than 50 and will be wiped out by the system at any time - cannon fodder.

Some people are glamorous on the surface, but behind the scenes, their backs are bent by the burden of life.

Xiao Xuelan felt the same way.

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