According to what Ziyao Zhenren said, Hua Bian picked out a silver sword from the ten thousand sword bushes, the sword light was clear and cold, and it was three inches in size.

Its name is Xingluo.

Wasted a lot of strength and collected the sword spirit.

Ziyao didn't intervene, and only used words to guide the maze.

After having his own matching sword, the glasses are still very happy.

The sword was swung at will, and he happily posed a few times.

In the martial arts world, she didn't have a chance to touch the sword, but now she can get over the chivalrous addiction.

I thought that when she got the sword, Ziyao would teach her how to control the sword. But he asked her to go back to get along with the sword for a few days, and also instructed her senior brother Liu Xun to guide her to control the sword, but he didn't have a figure.

Occasionally, I will check her cultivation and guide her sword cultivation.

Time flies in the world of cultivating immortals, and it is another three years in the blink of an eye.

The peach blossoms are gone, and the lotus flowers are full of ponds.

After the hibiscus withers, the maple leaves are like blood.

The cinnamon fragrance is remnant, and the red plum is glowing.

Sunny and snowy world, a verdant leaf.

The eaves corridor is picturesque, and the red column flowers are beautiful and moving.

Every day when she returns to the house, she stays here for some time.

I picked a begonia and tore off the red petals piece by piece.

Not long ago, the foundation was laid, at the age of fifteen.

It was rare for the master to smile at the peak masters, and although he had never praised him in words, he was also very happy.

Her identity has never been announced to the world, and in addition to the first few peak masters, only senior brothers Liu Xun and Yue Xiao know.

She quietly looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist, and the faint purple light flowed. This is a gift from her master after the banquet on the night of her foundation building. A jade bracelet that can be used for storage space in a hut, and you can recognize the owner with a drop of blood, and it is made of Lantian jade, which is rare in the world of cultivating immortals.

This intention.

It is the master's recognition and favor for the apprentice.

It's not that she doesn't know.

But there is a little delusion in my heart.

This is not the mood of the protagonist of the raider, but another hidden emotion.

The three years of life were really real, and it almost made her mistakenly think that the previous tasks were all dreams she had. If it weren't for the midnight dream, remembering my life in another world.

The time of the world of cultivating immortals is vast, and it flies like smoke.

Although there is no time to complete the task, if it has not been completed in five years by default, it will default to failure and return to the task space by yourself.

So, she still has two years to go.

It's really tangled.

The girl suddenly laughed lewdly.

If you want to do so much, it's better to directly overthrow the master.

When I think of Ziyao Zhenren, I inevitably think of her uncle, the flower fan fairy Xuanzhu.

In the beginning, Xuanzhu also took special care of herself. (Because of her teacher.) Whether it's life or cultivation, it's like a master's wife intervening in the meantime.

It's a sweet burden to be honest.

A super eye-catching beauty takes care of her strictly, but she is bent on digging her corners and constantly attacking her master.

Fortunately, she still noticed the anomaly of the glasses.

A woman's sixth sense.

And the expression of admiration for the master who grabbed the flower mirror on the spot was the winter banquet on Plum Blossom Island a year ago.

She asks about the glasses in private, and the glasses boldly respond that she likes Obsidian.

Since then, Xuanzhu has never spoken to her again, every time she comes to Qianxun Peak to find her master, when she meets her or when she is present, she asks politely, with an indifferent face, and a look of treating the glasses as a rival.

The feather fan shook it, and it no longer looked like Yan Sù cared about it before.

In fact, she has always regarded Hyunjoo as a big sister.

Care for your loved ones.

But she is robbing her favorite lover.

Every time I think of that cold and beautiful face, I can't stop feeling guilty.

It's just a character in a novel, why would she be like this.

I comfort myself like this every time, but it doesn't help.

The vivid faces, joys, sorrows, and sorrows all appeared on the face.

She can't be seen as a character, like an NPC.

So what is the point of her constant crossing?

What's the point of constantly tackling and completing tasks?

Isn't this the kind of life you dream of?

Being able to breathe the air and watch the sunrise and sunset.

She passes through the sun

Looking at the black jade slim hairpin, it was crystal clear, and the thin silver threads in the hosta were shining.

This is a congratulatory gift from Xuanzhu.

It is also Lantian jade.

For a while, Hua Jing didn't understand her intentions.

On the fifteenth day of each month, Ziyao would set aside a day to come to Lang Yage to guide his little apprentices.

The yellowish pages of the "Handbook of Cultivating Immortals" resembled the injured wings of a trembling butterfly under the slender jade-like fingers.

In the past half an hour, Ziyao turned over the book that remembered the rolling melon again. Read the book a hundred times and regenerate new ideas. While comprehending, he patiently waited for the little disciple who was half an hour late.

About an hour later, he coldly threw down the book in his hand.

Mocking is the "Handbook of Cultivating Immortals" who wrote so many unreasonable places.

Set off to find the little apprentice.

The little apprentice's house is separated from the bamboo house where he lives, and this is also a miscellaneous book he later reads in his spare time, saying that keeping a close distance can make people more aggressive. I let her move over. Although this is a book, what does Ziyao do, it turns out that he has been working the little disciple who is tired of learning.

This year, the foundation stone was also completed.

To sum up,The book is still somewhat useful.。

It's just that because I'm busy fixing the magic monument and demon cultivation, I've been outside, and I'm just staying in the bamboo house every now and then.

And because the little apprentice is close to Hua Shao, the master and apprentice are relative, which is inconvenient in the end, and it also causes gossip.

Therefore, half a year ago, Huajing moved out of the bamboo house and built a wooden house outside the purple bamboo forest to live in.

Ziyao walked in the sea of clouds, and with every step, the corners of her white clothes also dragged a little elegant white, leaving a trace of immortality. It wasn't until he came to the entrance of the purple bamboo grove beside the creek that a delicate wooden house intruded into his eyes carelessly.

The door was closed, and there was no sign of opening.

Obsidian paused, and stepped up the oak staircase.

He knocked on the door and said indifferently, "Flower glasses?"

"Still not coming out?"

Accidentally, the door was pushed open by his hand.

He simply walked in, and there were all kinds of bamboo utensils in the small house, and it seemed that he could smell the unique astringency of bamboo.

There are no glasses inside.

He then walked to the back, the beige carpet spreading under his feet, and elegant cosmos dotted on it, not complicated, diffuse with a faint warmth.

In front of him, a mica jade screen blocked.

He walked gracefully, and when his eyes converged again, it was thrilling.

The girl seemed to wake up, her petal-like delicate lips wide open, and her white lotus hands rubbed her eyes.

She stood up suddenly.

The peony pattern silk on the body was slid down.

The □□ body is condensed like white dew, and the jade snow is clumped.

The long black hair is draped over the chest and waist, which is not revealing the key but is even more seductive.

Obsidian quickly flashed her eyes and pointed a little.

The girl sat down, and the peony pattern silk was just covering her petite body.

Obsidian looked sideways in complexity.

Little apprentice, she has really grown up!