(a)

Youmeng held the sheath of Louguan's sword with both hands, standing in front of him, facing the sleeping red Meiling head-on, as if facing a great enemy.

The lake of fog in the distance is as horizontal as a mirror, and the posture of the two of them is as motionless as a mountain, and under the sky, everything sleeps soundly with Misuzu.

"Your Excellency Misuzu, I'm sorry!"

When the wind rises, the waves on the lake are raging. The figure of the demon dream turned into a flowing wind, and disappeared into invisibility. Although Hong Meiling didn't open her eyes, she suddenly slapped her hands in front of her, and before this knife hit the door, she made a move to "enter the white blade empty-handed" and clamped the scabbard to death.

The demon dream was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to draw his knife and retreat, but he couldn't get his way. Hong Meiling grabbed the scabbard with one hand, so that she couldn't get out, and then freed her other hand, clenched her fist, and slammed a punch back.

This punch is ferocious, coupled with Hong Miling's body and strength, everything is much stronger than Youmeng, if you can't dodge, I'm afraid you will be knocked down by a punch. Youmeng didn't dare to hold on, let go of the knife, and took a step back to dodge the punch.

Hong Meiling missed, held the scabbard, and stood in place for a few seconds, then raised her hand and threw the scabbard of the Louguan Sword back into Youmeng's hand.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Youmeng took the scabbard and thanked her with a little hesitation - at this time, she really couldn't figure out whether Misuzu was really sleeping or fake. In short, it is also true that she never opened her eyes from beginning to end.

Youmeng regained her grip on the scabbard and set up her stance. Carrying the name of the first-class soul, taking on the heavy responsibility of the guard of the White Jade Building, practicing the sword hard since childhood, to this day, whether it is fighting spirit or self-confidence, it is quite abundant, if she loses to a doorman who has never opened her eyes here, even if no one sees it, her soul demon dream is absolutely unacceptable.

For her, it was a shame to pass on the sword and swordsmanship to her grandfather, and she was shameless to face her ancestors and ancestors, which made her more uncomfortable than killing her directly.

Therefore, she must win this battle.

"Ha ......"

The movement of spiritual power begins with breathing, passes through the meridians of the whole body, and finally converges in the hands. Youmeng raised the scabbard of the Louguan Sword high, and the emerald green light condensed on the scabbard, and along its end, it extended several feet outward, and the whole scabbard looked very huge.

This power is the power of "strengthening". With the blessing of this spiritual power, even if you hold a wooden stick in your hand, you can exert a power that is not inferior to that of a steel heavy sword, and if you hold a real sword and a real sword, it is enough to shatter rocks and cut steel. Therefore, what the demon dream said, "This thing that keeps cutting the sword of Louguan does not exist at all", is really not boasting.

"The soul is a knife flow, and the maze is slashed!"

Youmeng let out a loud shout and jumped up. The emerald green light blade wrapped around the scabbard swelled several times in an instant, and its width was nearly a foot, and its length even exceeded the height of Youmeng. She held the spiritual power heavy sword and slashed it towards Misuzu's head from top to bottom.

This time, Misuzu still used that trick of "entering the white blade empty-handed", but this heavy slash infused with the spiritual power of the whole body, how could it be caught with her bare hands! With her palm against the knife, she held on for more than a second, and Misuzu's body couldn't bear it, her arms began to tremble, and her bones let out a wail of "rattle". In the end, her posture collapsed in front of the huge spiritual power, and as soon as she slipped her hands, she was slashed in the head with a knife, and flew out of the distance bleeding, and finally fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Hoo ......"

The demon dream fell, stood firm, and with a flick of the flick of the spiritual power armed on the surface of the scabbard. She pinned the scabbard back to her belt and walked forward, just as she was about to check on the condition of the red Misuzu who had been cut to the ground, when she suddenly heard a loud and long ......

Snore.

"Snorr—"

"You're still sleeping!"

To suppress this deep sense of powerlessness that comes from the heart, and to maintain one's body from falling, is already a kind of cultivation for Youmeng.

(b)

"Squeak-"

Pushing open the old and heavy wooden door of the Red Devil Pavilion, Youmeng stood in the crimson-toned hall, her feet on the thick and soft carpet. Facing this spacious and empty space, this staircase passage in all directions, and these countless doors, she was a little uncomfortable. She didn't want to be an uninvited guest either, but......

"That...... Excuse me!"

She said with some embarrassment, though no one paid any attention to her. The fairy maids who passed by just turned their heads to look at her, and continued to fly back to do what they had been doing.

For some well-known reason (hint: Sleepy Fist), the Red Devil's tolerance for outlaw intruders couldn't be higher. No, strictly speaking, there are no "invaders" at all - everyone walks in from the main entrance openly, how can it be considered an "invasion"!

Youmeng doesn't know the way, and in this Red Devil Pavilion, which is as complex as a labyrinth, she is like a fly without a head. However, none of those fairy maids were willing to take care of her, and even if she walked up to ask for directions, they only covered their mouths and chuckled a few times, and then quickly floated away, not helping her at all.

In fact, even if they are willing to show the way, Youmeng may not dare to follow what they say. These little goblins are all masters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and they are all waiting to see her jokes, how can they lead her way.

In desperation, Youmeng had no choice but to wander around, no matter where he went. I don't know if it's God's grace, or if she's so lucky, the person she wanted to find actually found herself.

Yumu didn't know where she was, she knew it was a long, straight, dimly lit hallway, like all the other hallways in the building. Anyway, when she reached the middle of the corridor, she saw in the distance a tall figure coming from the corner in front of her.

That's Nalan Twilight, the person she's going to visit on this trip. He was wearing a very casual long-sleeved tracksuit, holding a bamboo basket in one hand filled with green hair-covered spheres the size of apples.

Youmu remembers that she had seen that kind of ball, and it was in the shop in the human world. It seemed to be a toy coming in from the outside world, and more specifically, she didn't know very well.

As soon as she saw Nalan Twilight, she hurriedly greeted him, and when she arrived in front of him, she immediately bent down and saluted, saying:

"Your Excellency Nalan, under the soul demon dream, I am disturbing again!"

"Whereever, let go a little bit, don't be so restrained. Nalan Yu waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile, "How have you been doing lately, have you improved your swordsmanship?"

"Thanks to you, you have gained a lot. ”

"yes, then I'll talk to you another day. Nalan said, "What is the matter with you coming here this time?"

"That's a long story......" Youmeng paused and continued:

"In a word, I urgently need a 'utensil' in the next place, and I would like to ask the well-informed Lord Nalan for help. ”

"Really......?

Nalan squinted his eyes and nodded, and suddenly said something irrelevant:

"Speaking of which, Youmeng, do you like knives?"

"Huh?" was asked by him, Youmeng was a little confused for a while, and couldn't figure out the other party's intentions. She stood there, scratching her head in bewilderment, and after a moment hesitated to reply:

"That'...... Naturally, I like it very much. Why are you asking this?"

"Haha, don't you? You like knives......" Nalan smiled, took out a green ball from the basket, and said:

"Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know, can I give advice?"

"It's tennis, and it's a pretty popular sport in the outside world. Do you know how to play tennis?"

As he spoke, Nalan raised his hand and threw it violently. The tennis ball turned into a cannonball, twisted into an oval shape in the air, "swished" across the ends of Yume's hair, flew over her shoulder, and disappeared into the deep, dimly lit corridor behind her.

It was only after a while that she heard a "pop", the sound of the tennis ball flying across the corridor and finally hitting the wall.

"Originally, we needed a pair of beats, but I'm a person who likes to go the other way, you know. Nalan Yu said, took out another tennis ball, grabbed it with five fingers, and said, "You like swords, and I, I like tennis." I believe that these two hobbies do not conflict. ”

Hearing this, Youmu grinned. She pulled out the scabbard of the Lou Guan Sword from behind her back and threw it in front of her, facing the ball in Nalan Twilight's hand.

"Please advise!" she exclaimed.