A light rain fell sparsely from the sky, soaking the winding bluestone steps of Ziyun Temple, Yang Yu held an umbrella and walked side by side with Nalan Youruo on the road to Ziyun Temple.

Nalan smiled and looked at Yang Yu, who was carrying a strip of cloth wrapped in Qingying, and said, "Are you sure you've beaten that dog-nosed veteran?"

Yang Yu smacked his lips and said, "There is no certainty." ”

Nalan Youruo stared at Yang Yu and said, "Then why do you still want to come over?"

Yang Yu touched his bald head and said indifferently: "The reason is very simple, because I am the curly-haired eldest brother, the younger brother is bullied, and the eldest brother will not help him get ahead, who will help him get ahead!"

The rain dripped down from the tall paulownia trees on both sides of the stone steps, Nalan Youruo didn't ask Yang Yu any more questions, but took away the big black umbrella in him, and she played it by herself, Nalan Youruo jumped up and down the steps, and from time to time went to pick purple trumpet flowers on the side of the road.

Yang Yu twitched his nose and asked, "How old are you, and you are still so simple and cute." ”

Nalan Youruo inserted the horn picked by the side of the road into the tip of his hair and said: "A woman's age can't be asked casually, and I don't want to remember the messy things in the past."

Yang Yu stepped on a handful of unknown colorful flowers from the side of the road and handed it to Nalan Youruo: "Then do you know what * love is?"

Nalan Youruo took the flower and thought for a moment and said: "Love is always a very painful thing, forget it, anyway, now I only think about the avenue in my heart." ”

The two chatted without saying a word, and soon came to the door of the Ziyunguan where Zhong Qi was melodious and shrouded in clouds, Yang Yu pushed open the mountain gate of Ziyunguan that was mottled and half-covered by paint, and Nalan Yunruo walked in

At this time, Wu Daochang, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom, and he saw Yang Yu and Nalan Youruo walking into the courtyard, he looked up at Yang Yu and said, "The donor is finally here." ”

Yang Yu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff: "I'm here, you should let my little brother curly hair." ”

Wu Daochang said quietly: "It's okay to let me go, first of all, you have to return the Xingchen Sword to me first, so that I can release your little brother." ”

Yang Yu's fox eyes bloomed with a fine light and said: "The Xingchen Sword you want is behind my back, it's good if you have the ability to take it." ”

In the time of electric light, Wu Daochang stepped on the fallen leaves and brushed a few steps in front of Yang Yu, he was about to pull down the flying sword behind Yang Yu, Yang Yu suddenly closed his eyes and fell into the artistic conception of sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, and his true qi was naturally erected and directly shook Wu Daozi's hand away.

Wu Daochang looked at Yang Yu and couldn't help but admire: "The donor is really talented, and he has experienced his own artistic conception at a young age. ”

Yang Yu didn't pay attention to Wu Daozi's self-indulgence in the artistic conception, Wu Daochang muttered to himself, and he didn't know what he muttered, only to see a white flying sword fly from the Purple Cloud Temple to Wu Daochang's hand like a spiritual snake.

Wu Dao Changfeng's arm in his hand rotated abruptly, and suddenly the white flying sword in his hand turned into many afterimages and appeared in front of Yang Yu in a sword circle.

Yang Yu was still standing still, allowing his true qi to naturally erupt to resist the countless sword shadows formed by Wu Daochang's true qi, and Wu Daochang did not stop at all and kept waving his flying sword towards Yang Yu, and suddenly the sword qi in the Ziyun Temple swept through many remnant leaves.

As time passed, Wu Daochang kept swinging the flying sword to release a fierce sword qi, Yang Yu was no longer so chic and free, and dense beads of sweat began to be left on his forehead.

Nalan Youruo saw that Yang Yu was not Wu Daochang's opponent, he held a crimson flying sword and stabbed towards Wu Daozi with light steps, Wu Daochang staggered back and avoided Nalan Youruo's sharp kick.

Yang Yu opened his eyes suddenly, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, after all, Yang Yu had just entered the realm of refining and refining qi, he was far from being the opponent of Wu Daozi, a qi practitioner who had lived in seclusion in the mountains for many years.

It's just that in an instant, Nalan Yunruo and Wu Daozi got entangled, and as the two of them said that the fighting Ziyunguan fell leaves, they swept and fluttered, and for a while, neither of them could help anyone.

Yang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and a cold light erupted from his fox, and he immediately took out a few stitches from his arms and threw them at Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi didn't see it right, he suddenly waved his sleeve to block Yang Yu's golden needle, but in an instant, Yang Yu made up for another needle, and Wu Daochang was frozen in place and motionless under surprise, Nalan Youruo suddenly kicked Wu Daochang upside down like a rag.

Just as Yang Yu and Nalan You were about to go to the Purple Cloud View Meditation Room to look for curly hair, Daoist Wu used his true qi to shake the golden needles on his body, and he walked up to Yang Yu with a little bit of vain footsteps and asked, "Why did you sneak attack the poor road?"

Yang Yu smacked his lips and said, "Of course it's because you're stronger than me, if you're weaker than me, will I still attack you?"

Wu Daochang touched the blood on the corner of his mouth and said: "The donor's words are wrong, I, Wu Mousheng, act uprightly, even if I meet someone stronger than me, I never engage in sneak attacks, and ask the donor to return the Xingchen Sword to me, the sword was given to my friend." ”

Yang Yu saw that Daoist Wu was so stubborn, he stared at a clean chessboard in the Ziyun Temple, and said: "Doesn't Daoist like to play chess, let's bet on this sword behind me to play a game of chess, if you win, I will return this sword to you, if I win this sword, it will be mine, do you say it's okay." ”

Wu Daozi said without thinking: "But the sword in your hand was originally mine!"

Yang Yu sneered and said, "First, no matter what this sword used to be, now that it has been tempered by me, it is my flying sword, and second, now that you are injured, it is impossible to take the sword behind my back from my hands." ”

Wu Daochang waved his sleeves and said: "I, Wu, will give you a junior a bet today, but if you lose, I will take your subordinates up the mountain, and you are not allowed to take them down the mountain." ”

Yang Yu opened his mouth and said: "A word is a certainty, I, Yang Yu, spit on my words and spit on them, it is a nail!"

In an instant, Yang Yu and Wu Daochang sat on the chessboard carved on a stone table in Ziyunguan.

After about a cup of tea, Wu Daozi's fingers holding the chess piece trembled, and he dropped the chess piece on the chessboard and said: "Your chess strength is the highest person I have ever seen in my life." ”

Yang Yu didn't speak, but went to Ziyun Temple to find the unconscious curly hair, he pricked the curly hair with a needle, and he woke up.

Curly looked at Nalan who was dressed in red and had a delicate face like a fairy descending to earth, and said, "Who is this big brother!"

Yang Yu pursed his lips and said, "This is your sister-in-law!"

Curly Hair looked stunned and was speechless for a moment, but Yang Yu motioned for Curly Hair to leave here first, and then the three of them paced away from Ziyun Temple.

On the way, Nalan Youruo asked, "How did you win that bull-nosed old man?"

Yang Yu said with an angry face: "In terms of winning or losing, I can win him even if I am blind!"