Youth song line: Taoist Qingcheng has gone down the mountain

"I understand what you said. I just hope that they can face this later.

It's just that now, that Senior Brother Zhou was born out of thin air, and the chessboard in this world seems to be beyond our control. "

Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly: "Control? How can there be a chess game controlled by chess pieces in the world?

If it is true, perhaps this Qingcheng True Immortal will be a big variable.

At least for now, it is beneficial to us, right?

The advantage is mine!

You can play this game of chess! "

Sikong Changfeng seemed to have aroused the pride in his heart, he stood up, turned over his wide sleeves, but he took out a melon.

"Second Senior Brother, do you want to eat melon? This is what that child Qianluo brought back from the Western Regions, so sweet."

Li Hanyi laughed angrily, glared at him, but put on his own mask with his backhand.

"Keep it and eat slowly.

I think, the person you are waiting for will come to Xueyue City soon! "

Sikong Changfeng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? It's because the one from Qingcheng wants to come to propose marriage? That's right, as disciples, they should follow."

Suddenly, a sword qi flashed across, Sikong Changfeng was startled, and subconsciously took a melon to block in front of him.

Click, the melon split in two.

He carefully exposed his head from behind the melon, only to find that Li Hanyi had already flew up.

"So much nonsense, let's eat your melon."

Sikong Changfeng shrank his neck, and murmured: "Tsk, if you are still so fierce, I don't know if that Taoist swordsman is stupid for cultivating Taoism."

"No more nonsense, shave your eyebrows."

"Aha, Second Senior Brother, go slowly, Second Senior Brother will come again!"

After confirming that Li Hanyi had indeed left, the smile on Sikong Changfeng's face slowly disappeared, he put down the melon, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the sky through the eaves of the hook.

There are turbulent winds and clouds, and the clouds roll and the clouds relax.

……

Mount Qingcheng, practice in the mountains, without trace of time.

It has been more than half a month since Xiao Selei Wujie became a teacher.

Zhou really became a salted fish, tossing and turning in the sun every day.

It's just that Lei Wujie suffered a blow.

"Hey, uncle, take it easy."

Zhao Yuzhen lifted the sword in his hand with a kind face, and then the peach blossoms in his hand fluttered and greeted him non-stop.

This is my future brother-in-law?

As for Lei Wujie's identity as a rascal, Zhou Zhenzhen naturally wouldn't hide it from him.

Zhou is really lazy, he is working as a salt fish, and he doesn't know how to train his apprentice every day, but Zhao Yu really feels that his spring has finally come.

I can't beat you, and I can't beat your apprentice?

The hardships and tears shed back then, no matter what happens... Hahaha, just thinking about it makes me happy.

Zhao Yuzhen had seen the injury on Xiao Se's body, but after seeing it, he said that there was nothing he could do.

He doesn't know much about medicine, and compared with his senior brother, his way of thinking is mediocre.

Is it possible to save people with the way of the sword?

It might be faster to kill him with one sword.

As for Sikong Qianluo, his aptitude is really good, and he practiced martial arts very hard, so Zhao Yuzhen felt ashamed to bully a girl.

Furthermore, the senior brother passed on a set of marksmanship called "Passionate" to the girl. A long spear is like turning hundreds of steel into soft fingers. As a senior uncle, he has nothing to teach.

After all, how dare he find fault with his senior's marksmanship?

Sikong Qianluo's temperament was too detached, and he became a bit more boyish.

It's good to practice affectionately for her.

It's just that the name sounds gentle, but it plays like a drizzle, full of murderous intentions.

So after all the calculations, I can only train Lei Wujie.

Brother-in-law, as long as you don't kill him, it's fine.

Li Fansong, who was eating melons, always felt that this kind of scene seemed familiar.

At the beginning when my master taught me Taiji Sword Intent, I would not be able to learn it for a while, but I did not suffer less.

Hey, now Master has avenged himself.

"Master, let me compete with Junior Brother Lei.

I am quite curious about the set of "Nanming Lihuo Sword Art" passed on by his uncle. "

Zhou Xianyu turned over again, and Qingfengmingyue, the two little rabbits, jumped onto his back very attentively, bouncing and stepping on his back.

The two disciples were exchanging lessons there, and Zhao Yuzhen sat down in front of Zhou Zhenzhen satisfied.

"It's almost enough. He's still a child, so you're a little too serious."

Zhou Huanzhen's voice seemed a little husky.

Zhao Yuzhen gestured at him with the peach blossom before rolling his eyes.

"I was a kid back then."

"I did it for your own good."

"Coincidentally, I did it for his own good."

Zhou Zhenzhen got up and looked up at the sky: "The weather is good today, let's play a game?"

Zhao Yuzhen took a sip of water unhurriedly, stretched out his hand, and a dark cloud floated from the sky.

In an instant, water vapor filled the air.

"Oh, it's going to rain soon, I remembered that some clothes were confiscated.

Speaking of which, when are you going to Xueyue City? "

Zhou Zhenzhen lay down again, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and raised his sword finger to stir it lightly. In an instant, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder.

"That's more like it.

The weather is getting hotter and it's time for rain. "

Afterwards, Qingcheng Mountain was surrounded by [-] miles, and it rained like a shuttle.

"Counting the days, the Hundred Flowers Festival is about to begin, it is indeed time to go to Xueyue City."

Chapter 72

On the Qingcheng Mountain side, it was already early summer.

But beyond the sky, the Huaxue Villa is still covered by snow and ice, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Wuxin is now the suzerain of Tianwaitian.

It's just that Tianwaitian is in a mess, and there is no free time.

Today seems to be the moment when the plum blossoms wither.

Wuxin is sitting in the snow-watching pavilion, next to the small red clay stove, boiling a cup of tea.

The white-haired fairy Mo Qixuan stood outside with his hands behind his back, also looking at the withered plum blossoms.

When the flowers bloom, they are gorgeous.

Now withered, revealing boundless loneliness.

After a long time, Wuxin sighed: "The plum blossoms in Huaxue Mountain Villa are always like this, withering inadvertently.

Today's snow fell just right.

Burying plum blossoms in snow is really elegant.

If Xiao Se was there, he would definitely like it.

If Lei Wujie was around, he would definitely clamor to drink a pot of plum blossom brew, and then he would dislike the plum blossom brew for being too clear and not hot enough. "

Baifaxian saw the faint smile on the corner of Wuxin's mouth, and smiled too.

It's been a long time since the suzerain was so happy.

Only when he recalls these two, he will be sincerely happy.

"What if the Fairy Xiaoyao is here?"

The one who smiled unintentionally seemed to be a little happier: "If that person is here, he will definitely wave his sleeves and say with a smile, it's a pity that such a beautiful flower withers, it's better to grow back.

Then these plum blossoms that fell on the ground will grow back obediently.

That person likes to join in the fun, so I'm afraid he won't like such a lonely scene. "

Although he has only met Zhou Zhenzhen a few times, he seems to have already understood what kind of person Zhou Zhenzhen is.

The white-haired fairy couldn't help laughing, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it made sense, so she nodded: "The suzerain is wise."

Thinking about it, that person just used the sword that opened the sky just to let himself "see" the sword.

It was really lively. Looking back on it until now, I still feel the blood rushing.

"Uncle Mo, should you break the barrier?"

The white-haired fairy's face also became lively, with some irrepressible joy.

"Indeed, watching Xiaoyaoxian's sword that day was very beneficial to me, and I seem to have found my own way of swordsmanship.

In the past, I only thought that I was equal to a sword fairy, but I was still not a sword fairy.

Now, I can also be worthy of this fairy word. "

Wuxin turned her head and said with genuine joy: "Congratulations to Uncle Mo. It's just a pity that I was still in the coffin that day, so I couldn't see that wonderful sword.

Just imagining it in my mind is already overwhelming. "

Gossip seems to be exhausted.

As the little suzerain of Tianwaitian, Wuxin doesn't have much free time.

His heart is also very urgent.

Because his little brother was waiting for him to go back to the rivers and lakes where the fresh clothes and angry horses were.

To him, Tianwaitian is just a responsibility.

Tianwaitian is not a whole, but consists of sixteen sects, but Tianwaitian is the largest, so it has a name.

After the death of the former leader Ye Dingzhi, there is no leader in Tianwaitian.

But Tianwaitian is still the Tianwaitian that no one left.

So no matter how you look at it, Wuxin must take this responsibility.

Because his heart is still hot.

Those who follow cannot be chilled.

Therefore, whether it is for responsibility or to return to that arena as soon as possible, he must first sweep away the contradictions between heaven and earth.

Those who should be killed are killed, and those who should be thrown out.

Only when the sky and the sky are safe can he walk safely.

The white-haired fairy obviously understood this very well, and when he had no intention of inviting him into the pavilion for tea, he knew that the leisure time for the day had been used up.

"Sovereign, there is some news about your two good friends.

Both Lei Wujie and Xiao Se became disciples of Qingcheng under the disciple of Xiaoyaoxian. "