Before Wushuang could figure out what the situation was now, he was frightened by the black pressure gathered at the door of the Purple Cloud Pavilion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is, is it possible for Xuanyun Temple to hold a meeting?

"Senior brother, this is ......"

Wushuang took a step forward and bowed to Senior Brother Qingran, who was standing at the front, with a respectful and calm attitude.

"It's a wake-up call, my brother's efforts over the past year have not been in vain!"

Qingran looked at the lively little girl, her face was full of relief, she was a snow-white ball before, but now she has become a half-grown girl, but it is really like a world away......

"Senior brother, I've been in a coma for a year?"

Wushuang was really frightened by this news, a year!

Then there is Xuanmu, Harrier is older than her, but the seniors want to call her "little uncle", one by one they come up to care and greet, and the enthusiasm makes it difficult for Wushuang to parry!

"Daughter, daughter, my daughter, you finally woke up, but you are worried about the death of your father......"

A middle-aged beautiful uncle rushed in the direction of Wushuang, with a resolute and cold face with sincerity, a heart of love for his daughter.

"Father's ......"

Suddenly, Wushuang's eyes turned red, looking at this serious father since childhood, such an emotional exposure, no matter how cold and hard his heart is, it can't be soft, let alone a seven or eight-year-old girl!

"Peerless, Peerless ......"

Emperor Zhao looked at his daughter who was now lively, soft and not good, this child, from beginning to end, was strong and hard, resisting the revival of the entire Huaqing clan on his shoulders......

After a period of greetings, after the father and daughter met, Wushuang probably figured out his current situation, not to mention the serious injury and coma for the time being, those experiences in Luojia Village were really ......

And also......

Beautiful jade.

He also left, but he still couldn't stay.

Xuanyun Palace

"Senior brother is saying that the previous incident in Qianzhou was caused by the poor discipline of the Demon Venerable Sword Lin's subordinates who came out to make trouble?"

After listening to Qingran's story from beginning to end a year ago, Wushuang felt that his heart was full of incredible, this Demon Venerable was really unreliable, indulged his subordinates, whether it was really indulgent or unintentional, who knows!

"Indeed, moreover, Jian Lin took Kun away, saying that he had taken a fancy to such a good seedling!"

Qing Ran said this, his face was extremely ugly, no matter what, if such a thing happened to his disciple, it was the responsibility of him, the "Viewer", Demon Seed? was also asked by the Demon Venerable to be a disciple!

"Senior brother, why should I be sad about this matter, anyway, Kun has already entered the demon realm, and it will naturally have nothing to do with my Xuanyun View in the future, heaven and earth, naturally have a place for him."

Wushuang looked at it indifferently, and naturally he wouldn't mention what he said to Kun before that.

"It's good, it's good, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, he has his own place!"

Qingran calmly accepted the comfort of his junior sister, smelling the hot Qingxin tea on the table, and felt refreshed.

"The villagers who were taken away... But rescued? ”

Wushuang asked cautiously, "And that Lin Jian's cousin, is he still alive?" ”

Smelling the fragrance of tea, Qingran, who was full of contentment, immediately darkened his face when he heard this, "That Lin Jian, that Lin Jian, hum!" ”

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"What a Lin Jian, Lin Jian, Jian Lin! It's really simple to condescend to pretend to be a child in a small fishing village! ”

"Huh?! Lin Jian is the Demon Venerable Sword Lin? ”

"Of course, this guy is really ......" was speechless, and walked around the quiet room like an angry lion.

"Senior brother, this is a sword I got by accident in Qianzhou, you can come and see how it is!"

Wushuang looked at Qing Ran, a little funny, put down the sword wrapped in silk silk that he had been carrying with him just now, and pushed it towards him.

"Sword?"

Qingran's usual weapon is a sword, called "Qingshuang", I heard that it is his master, a Jindan Zhenren specially for his disciples to find the magic weapon, he is also a sword lover.

Looking at the sword on the table, Qing Ran carefully opened the wrapped silk veil, the sword in front of him was four feet long, one palm wide, the sword was sharp, and the sword edge was full of Sensen's cold air, judging from his experience, this was definitely a blood-stained murderer.

Qing Ran stretched out his hand to touch the blade of the sword, and a cold air ran down his fingers directly into the veins of his limbs, and all of a sudden, it was like falling into an ice cave......

This sword is so heavy!

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Wushuang saw that his face turned pale all of a sudden, and felt that something was wrong, so he stepped forward and snatched the sword and put it aside, and hurriedly helped his senior brother to sit down.

"Senior brother, senior brother......"

The moment Wushuang's hand touched Qingran, the biting chill made her shiver, worried and a little puzzled at the same time, how could it become so cold?

Send a small bit of True Qi down his wrist, lest it take too long and he will freeze out again.

After a while, Qing Ran gradually grasped the control of his body, and he still had palpitations when he remembered the cold invasion just now.

The chill penetrates the bones, invading the heart and lungs......

Cold......

"Wushuang, where did this sword come from?"

Qing Ran's stern tone prevented Wushuang from continuing to treat him, and pulled her to ask with a serious expression.

Looking at the ever-breezy and cloudy Qingran's rare black face, Wushuang didn't dare, and he didn't want to hide it, so he told everything about the fantasy in the mass grave.

Naturally, he didn't leave behind everything he had experienced to deal with the corpse incense konjac.

After listening to all this, Qingran was silent for a long time, and when he looked at the sword on the table, there was already fear in his eyes.

"Wushuang, it's best to keep this matter a secret, in order to avoid suspicion from those who have a heart, it's better not to reveal the origin of this sword."

"I know, brother."

"Also, this is a peerless murderer, be cautious, don't touch it lightly until you have enough ability to control it, lest it ...... It eroded the mind. ”

Qingran's face was solemn, and he told Wushuang carefully, for fear that this unconscious girl would go down the evil path again.

"I know that although I want to defeat this sword, I also know that this sword is not yet in my control."

Wushuang looked at the sword on the table with a faint gaze, and suddenly saw that the sword was engraved with two complicated and obscure patterns near the hilt.

"Huh? What is this, how has it not been discovered before? ”

Qing Ran looked at the evil soldier that made him fearful, and leaned over to take a look, "It must be some kind of text!" If it is engraved here, it should be the name of this sword..."

The senior brother and sister talked for a long time, on public and private matters, guiding cultivation, talking about scriptures and Taoism, and reporting the situation......

Unconsciously, the moontop treetops.

Wushuang was about to say goodbye and leave, a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth was sad and lonely.

Finally, Wushuang's shoulders trembled slightly, and she turned around after suppressing the whole day, her eyes were red with tears, and she was about to slip down but insisted on it.

"Senior brother, Wushuang invited himself to Fengya to cultivate, if he doesn't break through the foundation, he will never get out!"

The girl's body kneeling on the ground trembled, a small lump, this is the first time, she is so pitiful in front of Qingran, this is also the first time, she enters the Xuanyun Temple to make a big salute......

"Wushuang, you must know that the realm sometimes does not represent everything, what you need is not to advance by leaps and bounds, but to be steady and steady."

"I understand, please help me set a ban again, I will work hard to suppress it and focus on condensing spiritual power."

Qing Ran smiled bitterly, "Okay, go ahead, cultivate well, I won't prepare any help for you." ”