"No matter how good-looking a woman is, if she is poisoned by jealousy, she will look disgusting. ”

Grandpa's words, Su Que never forgot.

It's one thing to know, it's another to do it.

So when Jiang Ning threw her hand and knocked Qingluan into the mountain wall, she was only slightly happy for half a day, and the second half of the day was palpitating.

She was glad that Jiang Ning stretched out his hand and pulled her back from the edge of her listening wind cliff, and she was finally relieved.

After all, Jiang Ning was already standing by her side at the moment, not standing by Han Shui's side or some other woman, that was enough.

In the past eighteen years, Jiang Ning has been getting along with that person day and night, and the bond that is thicker than blood and water can't be shaken off, and he can't cut it constantly.

But Jiang Ning's next eighteen, twenty-eight, and eighty years, she has enough time and confidence to build a deeper bond.

Que'er took Jiang Ning's hand generously for the first time, in Jiang Ning's words, it was like holding a dog, not someone else's, but his own, so he was at ease.

"Then aren't you going to call 'Wang Ning' in the future?" Su Que said coldly.

Jiang Ning put on a bitter gourd face: "I entered the door of your old Su family, so I have your surname, give me a face, and call it 'Suning'." ”。

"No, it's going to be called 'Wang Ning'!"

"Hey, it's still better than before," Jiang Ning raised his forehead and sighed: "When you were first rescued, you weren't like this, my gentle and considerate, cold and warm magpie flew to......."

The palm of the hand was broken open, and the spoon was hit again.

"Is the sword of Moyun Sword Pool better than your Qingluan?"

After leaving Zhanzhou, the two of them went all the way to the south, and they heard Jiang Ning say that he was originally from the Southern Tang Dynasty, so Su Que wanted to go back with him to have a look.

It's just that along the way, whether it is a teahouse, a restaurant, or a merchant team, they are all talking about the current affairs of the mountain gate of Moyun Sword Pool.

It just so happened that Jiang Ning lost Qingluan, and he lacked a sword that was satisfactory, so he wanted to take Su Que to rub those two, although Yuan Dan and below can enter the sword pool, it seems that the competition is fierce and the danger is abnormal, but in Jiang Ning's words, it is: "There are ten million good swords in the sword pool, and I, Jiang Ning, only take two scoops, and I am not alone, who can not get along with us for two swords? There is that entangled kung fu, not to mention two swords, two hundred are in hand." If someone does mess with me, I don't mind poking a few holes in him. ”。

Jiang Ning said with a smile: "In terms of quality alone, Qingluan is just the craftsmanship of the Qingxuan Outer Gate Iron Smelting Room, and naturally it can't be compared with the products of a sect like Moyun Sword Pool, which specializes in casting swords and raising swords." The swords in the sword pool have been pregnant with sword fetuses in the Four Extremes True Earth for thousands of years, and when we get there, we will pull out a sword at random, and it is estimated that it is far better than Qingluan. ”。

"Then you have to teach me how to fly a sword!" Su Que has become more and more rational when he makes a request recently.

"Grandma, I'll ask you to cultivate to the blood condensation realm first, okay, the true yuan can't be released yet, how can I teach you?" Jiang Ning rolled his eyes.

"When I get to Moyun Mountain, I will definitely condense blood!" Que'er looked unconvinced.

"Hey," Jiang Ning muttered in a low voice, "Don't you want me to let go of the Spirit Shadow and fill you with Yuan Liquid?"

"You don't want to?"

Jiang Ning shook his head vigorously.

The girl smiled proudly: "Then what are you waiting for, Yuan Liquid is waiting!"

Jiang Ning patted his cuffs, bowed his knees slightly, made a fake kneeling posture, and said flatteringly: "Huh!".

Su Que has been cultivating very hard in the past few days, even if he is in a hurry, he has to ask Jiang Ning to pour two mouthfuls of Yuan Liquid with the Spirit Shadow from time to time, and it is also a loss that Jiang Ning has a perverted void land, otherwise he is a master of the Yuan Dan Realm, and he can't afford to feed such a glutton.

In just seven or eight days, Su Que broke through the two realms again, and now she is the eighth layer of casting, even if she returns to the hillock, the two brothers of the white bear and white ape can no longer bully her.

Without Qingluan, you can't fly, and if you want to travel in the sky without fake foreign objects, you have to at least become Yuan Dan.

So now, the two of them are actually on the back of a big bird.

The name of the big bird is called Griffin, and it is raised by a second-rate sect called the Imperial Beast Gate in the East Court Domain. It is said to be second-rate, in fact, it is compared with the top sects of Qingxuan, only because there is no master of the god and elephant realm in charge, it is inferior, only compared to the size of the power, the Royal Beast Gate is really not worse than Qingxuan, the high-end transportation business on the entire continent is controlled by this second-rate Royal Beast Gate, and compared to financial resources, the two Qingxuan are not as good as the Royal Beast Gate.

The reason why it is called a big bird is because Su Que likes it.

It's like she likes to call caryophyllum a little white flower, which doesn't make sense.

It is rare that the griffin under the ass seems to like the name of the big bird, every time I hear Su Que's "big bird", "big bird" title, the griffin will cry happily, enough to have more than a foot of wings flapping hard, it originally took half a month to travel, it is estimated that it can be a day or two earlier.

It's not that the enemies don't get together, the big bird flies too fast, and two black dots are faintly exposed in the sky in front of it, getting closer and closer.

Jiang Ning grinned, confusing Su Que.

In order to collect the yuan liquid for Su Que, his spirit shadow was open all the way, and his eyes were still unable to see what the black spot was, but he already knew it.

When the distance was closer, even Su Que chuckled and covered his mouth.

She had heard of running around in the sky with a flying sword, and it was the first time she had seen someone flying around with a knife, and the knife was so big that it was okay to fly while lying down.

It wasn't just the big knife that made Su Que laugh, the person on the knife happened to be known to her.

The pair of men and women with flying knives who felt that there were people behind them turned around, and they also looked like they had hit a ghost while walking at night, wishing that the knife under their feet could fly faster and leave that bastard far behind and eat ashes.

"Yo!" Jiang Ning teased: "Isn't this the girl who raises cows? Why did you fly into the sky by yourself? Could it be that you sat on the Yuanjing cannon on the head of the city?"

"Hahaha!" Whether it was Su Que or the young man who was walking with the girl, they were all very unkind and covered their bellies and laughed.

These two people are none other than the girl and the heroic boy who were mocked by Jiang Ning outside the door of an auction hall.

"Jiang Ning~" Su Que stared at the girl's waist with a somewhat strange expression.

Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh a little, the gourd on the girl's waist was not the snow agar he auctioned off that day?

"Bastard!"

The girl knew that she couldn't talk about this guy, and she didn't take advantage of her tongue, so she flew up to the back of the griffin, and the big knife shrank little by little, and finally turned into a point of light and merged into her body.

"Spirit weapon!" Jiang Ning's eyes lit up, a life is just a virtual realm, there is a spirit weapon by her body, this girl's family is not ordinary.

The girl didn't seem to want to hurt the big bird under her feet, so she just pointed at the knife and fought with Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning has no Qingluan, so naturally he can only use two fingers as a sword. In fact, at that time in Qingxuan, what he was best at was melee combat, like the sword technique of more than a dozen swords flying around with bells and whistles like "Moon Shadow Light Splitting Sword", if it wasn't for Han Shuibian's insistence on him to practice, he wouldn't have learned a single move.

Don't look at the pile of old men with backpacks on the continent, Yunlai swordsmen, nine sword situ, one by one, the sword comes and goes, every time it is like rain, if there are a hundred swords flying out, there will never be only ninety-nine swords.

But Jiang Ning only admits a dead reason, and the only thing a person can really treat well is a sword.

In Jiang Ning's opinion, raising a sword is the same as marrying a wife, if you only take one scoop of three thousand weak water, then the two of them live wholeheartedly, and they are not afraid of ups and downs. But if you are seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards, you are bound to be separated from each other, those who are favored want more favor, and those who are treated poorly will be dissatisfied, and the sword weapon is psychic, once there is a fire in the backyard at a critical moment, it is a big problem for human life.

You don't see that from ancient times to the present, there are swordsmen on the continent who can cultivate to the Venerable level, and out of a hundred, ninety-nine are one person and one sword. The contemporary Qingxuan is in charge of the wooden fart, the owner of the moon well, the queen of the moon, and the master of the Lanque Gate, Nangong Que, each of whom only has a sword.

Jiang Ning's most familiar swordsmanship is "Inch Swordsmanship", when he chose this swordsmanship, he valued its simple and pragmatic moves, and paid attention to using the smallest possible movements to achieve the greatest benefit regardless of offense and defense. Don't seek to look good, not even too much power, just ask for a saving word, save physical strength, save aura. At the moment of life and death, every trace of strength saved means that the hope of survival is greater.

He used to be just a little beggar, and of course he had to buckle and rope for a long time, and the concept of "Inch Swordsmanship" happened to coincide.

The girl on the back of the big bird and Jiang Ning were a little uncomfortable fighting, on cultivation, with the help of snow agar, she had just come to the fifth level of birth and void, on the heart method, she asked herself that the heart method of her own sect would definitely not be weaker than the sect next to her, on swordsmanship, her knife technique was inherited from the father who said that although it was a stinky fart, but it was really powerful, but no matter what means she used, that annoying guy was always worthy of the next. Obviously she is only a fourth-layer life, one level lower than herself, and she has always been the one who oversteps her peers to fight, and it is the first time that she has been beaten to a tie by someone who is not as good as herself, and her pretty face is flushed.

Jiang Ning saw that the girl couldn't attack for a long time, and said with a smile: "The knife technique is good, that is, the number of people with the knife is a little bit more advanced, if you change the torture house, the one who carries the knife is the fifth layer of Shengxu, brother, I will run away without saying a word, as for you......" Jiang Ning stretched out his index finger and shook it from side to side.

The girl was even more annoyed and angry when Jiang Ning was so excited, her face was red and fluttering, it was very good-looking, but even so, she still refused to take out the spirit knife, and she didn't know if she was really afraid of hurting the big bird under her feet, or she felt that she had already taken advantage of her cultivation, and even if she took advantage of that bastard from the weapon, she would not be able to win.

I saw her left hand pinching the trick, and the void soil in the center of her eyebrows flashed away, and on the back of the big bird, a spirit shadow with a foot of two hundred and seventy or eighty zhang appeared, and in the illusory world on that side, there was heavy snow in the sky!

Big Bird Back Heavy Snow!