On this day, Le Yisheng stayed with Luo Dingdang.

It's very casual to be with her, probably because of some commonalities, Le Yisheng feels that he has endless topics to talk about with this girl, and he also put down most of his guard and indifference in front of Luo Dingdang, this is only Luo Dingdang except for Le Huan.

Luo Dingdang is the same, she also likes to be with Le Yisheng, she can talk nonsense, talk about the east, west, north and south, and countless things can be shared with each other.

Each of them defines the other: confidant.

In the evening, the sun sets.

Le Yisheng was lying on the top of the central mountain, on top of a huge locust tree, he held his head slightly sideways, lazily watching the afterglow of the sunset.

The golden color reflected on his handsome and beautiful face, half-squinting at the ups and downs, savoring this rare leisure, that layer of dazzling light seemed to put a holy rainbow color on his body, making his whole person shine.

Next to him was Luo Dingdang, half leaning on the trunk of the big tree, her pure face had an indescribable beauty, she was dressed in pale pink all over her body, supporting her arms next to Le Yisheng, her eyes were full of bright color, her cherry mouth was also pale pink, pouting slightly, and her pleasant expression looked at the sunset with Le Yi.

On the top of the mountain, very close to the clouds, and above the big tree, it looks like a fairy couple from a distance, and the girl is half leaning on her boy, all revealing the color of love.

But when you get closer, you will find that the two seem to be lovers, but in fact they are separated from each other, this distance is called politeness, and the two people only appreciate each other, not the kind of good impression between men and women, they are friends, confidants, not lovers.

The two of them are really familiar with each other, but they are like old friends who have known each other for many years, and they have no defense against each other, and there is nothing to worry about, and there is just the sense of familiarity, warmth, and comfort that lingers between the two.

The sun gradually disappeared into the horizon, almost taking away the last rays of light, and Le Yisheng stretched his waist and stood up.

Rodin stretched out his arms, looked at him silently, smiled and tilted his head sideways, as if he was coquettish.

Le Yisheng replied with a clean smile, put one hand around her waist and hugged him tightly, Luo Ding also hugged his neck back, he smiled and jumped down the tree with her, stood firmly on the ground, and then let go of his hand, and his feelings stopped at courtesy, not overstepping.

The two of them walked slowly down the hill side by side.

"Shengsheng, have you noticed that your sister ...... you" Luo Ding hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, maybe I guessed wrong." ”

Le Yisheng looked sideways at her, puzzled by what she wanted to say.

Luo Ding has a high emotional intelligence and has a lot of ideas, and when he sees one side, he can see that Le Huan's attitude towards Le Yisheng is too ambiguous, not like a normal way of getting along between brothers and sisters.

"What's wrong with my sister?" Le Yisheng heard her talk about Le Huan very interested, in fact, he himself was now more and more confused about what Le Huan was thinking, and her emotions were always up and down now and he didn't know why, which really made him a little annoyed.

Luo Ding didn't want to say that he could only change the topic and deliberately amplified his emotions exaggeratedly: "That is, your sister is good-looking, super good-looking, how about you say I bend her, and then let her be my wife, wow, I think of such a cute girl who wears Lolita every day in bed and washes her white and waits for this girl to go to Linxing......"

Le Yisheng patted her head, and her face turned dark: "What are you talking about, dare to beat my sister's idea? Little cake, I see that you are very itchy." ”

Luo Ding smiled without skin and face, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, I think this plan is very good, don't you think that the two of us are so beautiful together? ”

Le Yisheng snorted coldly: "No, absolutely not!"

Rodin burst out laughing again.

Le Yisheng patted her head lightly again, and Rodin was angry with his little face, stepped on his foot, and ran away with a smile.

The two of them went down the mountain in a fight.

After going down the mountain, Le Yisheng still looked at her with suspicious eyes: "Little cake, don't you really like my sister, right?"

Luo Ding pointed at him and smiled, out of breath, and laughed with tears: "Shengsheng, why are you so stupid haha, laugh at me to death, or call you a big fool is more in line with your current image in my heart, hahahaha......"

Le Yisheng's face darkened again, and he snorted and stopped talking.

What is it like to be a fool when the image of your idol genius becomes the image of a fool? Luo Ding said that it was very funny, and Le Yisheng was really stupid after the collapse of his personality.

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It's finally time for the official coming-of-age ceremony.

This means that Yuan Yicheng has officially taken over the banner of the leader of the Sword Forest, a shining new star in the cultivation world is rising, and Yuan Yicheng, a genius of the Sword Forest who became famous at a young age, is finally going to take over the true inheritance of the Sword Forest.

Such an incident can be regarded as a sensation in the entire Southern Regions cultivation world.

Because the sect of Jianlin represents everything, as a super faction, the young master's accession to the throne as an adult is an event that anyone will pay attention to.

This day, Aunt Shen and the others were even busier.

She got up earlier and set up the utensils for the ceremony and the altar with the others.

The guests of all major factions also got up very early, performed the morning ceremony together, and sat in the ceremony and waited quietly for the ceremony to begin.

Yuan Zhennan went to the back mountain cultivation cave to pick up the old man of Yuan Yicheng, who was still cultivating.

Le Yisheng Le Huan also got up very early, Le Huan took his hand when he saw Le Yisheng after he got up and didn't let go, Le Yisheng didn't let go of her hand, anyway, it's also his sister, it's always too close and he himself feels that something is wrong, not good.

The hall was full, and the camps of the major factions were obviously divided, and there were not many scattered people like Le Yisheng, only a few.

Sitting next to Le Yisheng are naturally Le Huan, Yuankong, Tarot, and the pair of twin brothers, and there are only two of them in their Star Pavilion, which is equivalent to a scattered person.

Ah Cai sat in the circle of Jianlin disciples, next to seven people, Yanlin's predecessors were also there, he woke up under the treatment of the ghost doctor before, although his physical condition was still extremely poor, but he still insisted on coming in order to participate in the ceremony of the original city.

He looked depressed, lying on the bed specially prepared for him on the side, looking at the altar raised outside with faint eyes, he had already sprouted the will to live and die, and his cultivation was abolished, he didn't have too many thoughts, his heart was like ashes, if it weren't for his wife Aunt Lin crying and begging him not to commit suicide, maybe he would have committed suicide.

Luo Ding sat upright on the side of the Shadow Spirit Valley, looking very serious, only Le Yisheng knew that Xiao Cake's mind was probably not here at all.

When the bell rings, it's time.

Three figures appeared in front of the main hall, the contemporary head of the Sword Forest, Yuan Zhennan, the Great Elder of the Sword Forest, and the original Yinbei, the protagonist of today, Yuan Yicheng.

Yuan Yicheng had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his waist was very straight, but the pale color on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

There was tiredness between his eyebrows, his eyes were sloppy, he did have thick eyebrows and big eyes, handsome and extraordinary, but his state was indeed decadent.

Aunt Shen and the others in Yuan Zhennan were hiding from him the fact that he couldn't cultivate, but he was faintly aware of it, a few days ago, he woke up slowly, his body couldn't exert his strength, his eyelids kept going up and down, he couldn't feel the spiritual power flowing in his veins, he couldn't feel the aura floating in the air, the familiar natural feeling was no longer there, at first he just thought that the injury was too serious and needed to recuperate, but he could feel that the ghost doctor elders and others who came in every day to help him heal his injuries had a faint regret in their eyes.

He thought it was a delusion, but he didn't realize that something was wrong until he saw that his mother and father were acting normally in front of him, because the more normal they were, the more normal they were, and his parents were not sad at all when he was hurt so much?

He carefully observed his parents, and he finally saw in their eyes the oppressive, violent distress and grief.

He knew he was in trouble.

He didn't ask, he didn't want to know, he didn't think about the worst answer.

Today is his coming-of-age ceremony, and he has to be in good spirits to complete his coming-of-age ceremony.

Le Yisheng looked at the people outside the hall with a faint expression, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Yuan Yicheng stood in front of the altar, the old man with crutches was gray-haired, he was also seriously injured, but his strength was superb, and he recovered quickly, and now there is no big problem, but his strength can't play a few points, he patted Yuan Yicheng and motioned him to go up.

Yuan Yicheng's eyes were firm, and he saw hundreds of people sitting in the hall with the open door, all watching his performance, including his respected brother, the obscene but enthusiastic second brother Tarot, the sissy but kind-hearted third brother Zhu Xiaoming, the lying Uncle Yanlin, and some of his friends standing in their respective camps, looking at him, watching how he walked up step by step to meet the inheritance of the Sword Forest.

His eyebrows matured, and his eyes changed and became solid.

He glanced at the woman standing in front of the crowd, his mother, who had already shed tears, unconsciously revealed an earnest and distressed look, it was a mother's eyes, gentle and distressed.

He raised the corners of his mouth, a water mark in his eye socket crossed his cheek, he smiled slightly, and looked back at his father, the father who was very strict with him since he was a child, he already had some gray hair, he coughed from time to time, and the scholar's face had the gentlest smile in the world, which was injected into his heart.

He stepped onto the altar, not forcefully, but firmly, without a sound, but with a loud bang in his heart.

With a relieved and relaxed smile on his pale face, he walked to the center of the altar.

On top of that huge silver-white sword array.

The array extends in all directions in the shape of a giant dragon, vividly depicting the five-clawed golden dragon, the array is oval, with a round hole in the middle, the size is just right for a person.

Yuan Yicheng stepped into the array cave under the eager gaze of everyone.

The old man of Yuan Zhen Nanyuan suddenly flew up, and the two of them held long swords in both hands, dancing in the air, slashing through two long rainbows, and the black and purple sword qi storm raged into the array.

The giant dragon on the silver-white array suddenly rose, and the black-purple dragon roared, resounding through the sky, and the beasts in the woods and mountains roared, whistling continuously, responding to the roar of the dragon.

The dragon retracted its body and circled around the original city, overflowing with brilliance, and finally wrapped the original city that closed its eyes and enjoyed it.

The dragon formed a black-purple metal covering the original city, and a huge mouth was exposed at the top, revealing a rainbow light from top to bottom.

A huge light flashed out of the mountain behind the Sword Forest, flying out, reflecting on the entire Sword Forest Valley, and a picture appeared in the sky, the picture painted a hundred swords, full of their own sharp momentum.

A hundred swords were inserted in the valley of birds and flowers, and someone was dancing with a sword, and that person looked hazy and could not see clearly, with long hair tied up to his waist.

But his posture is tough and straight, obviously a man, the sword in his hand is snow-white, cold and cold, the sword aura is overflowing, and a hundred swords surrender.

The swordsmanship he danced gradually faded into the altar array below.

Everyone was amazed, but they couldn't comprehend it.

The giant painting in the air vanished, and a long sword flew down from it, and that sword was the same one held by the man in the picture.

The original sword of Yuan Yicheng was also trembling on the side, as if excited, and the sword finally broke away from the ground, flew up and collided with the white sword in the air, blooming with countless brilliance, fused together.

The figure of the original city was still wrapped in a black and purple dragon cover, and the rainbow light at the top of the mouth rose.

It was the light of the original city.

Yuan Yicheng's body had already lost his spiritual power, and the essence of the sword array was constantly filling him with spiritual power, but it slipped and flowed out, and it slipped and flowed out, and he couldn't absorb half a point.

Yuan Yicheng's face was painful, he couldn't see the light with his eyes closed, only the boundless darkness, he obviously felt the spiritual power riot around his body, but the spiritual energy that was usually easily included in his body could not enter his body.

He gritted his teeth, and he tried to recover his spiritual power in the usual way.

The people outside could not see the struggle of the original city, but could only see a long sword circling in the air, and the black-purple light on the altar continued to rage.

Yuan Zhennan and Old Man Yuan fell to the ground, looking eagerly at the wrapped Yuan Yi City, they knew that this was the only hope for the Yuan Yi City.

A tear.

Two tears.

Three tears.

Drops fell, tears fell in the center of the dragon cover, and a ripple rippled.

An infinite amount of power suddenly erupted in the body of Yuan Yicheng, and that kind of power destroyed the heavens and the earth, and the sword gang was raging and domineering and roared in his body.

Spirit of the Sword Forest!

The black and purple sword spiritual power in the sky finally moved, and was attracted to the body of the original city by the rainbow light from the top of the dragon cover.

Is that......

That's the proclamation of success!