Qin Rufeng laughed when he heard this: "Actually, it's useless to be magnificent, everyone's swordsmanship is different, some people open and close, some people are bland, some people hide needles, in fact, ......" He himself was silent halfway through speaking, and he also realized that he had talked a little too much today, so he "haha" twice to expose this topic, and it didn't make much sense to say this to Qing Qiao, after all, Qing Qiao was not a sword cultivator, and he saw very little. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The place arranged for Qing Qiao was only a few dozen steps away from the entrance of the Guixu Sword Shrine, and along the way, Qing Qiao also noticed that nine out of ten of the people he saw were male cultivators, and on this peak, the number of female cultivators was pitifully small. However, there are many monks with extraordinary combat effectiveness such as sword cultivation and physical cultivation, and it is not surprising that the cultivation realm has long been conventional. However, because Qing Qiao himself is a miscellaneous cultivator, and he majored in Tongshendao, he has an indescribable good impression of such female cultivators who dare to grit their teeth and fight on the front line of the fighting method. Maybe she can't, maybe she doesn't have that kind of courage, or maybe she also has something called hot blood in her heart, and she also has such thoughts, no matter what, she is destined to go down like this.

Qin Rufeng explained to her, and when she got up the next morning, Qing Qiao pushed the door out, and saw that Qin Rufeng was already standing outside the house waiting for her, and seeing that there was a lot of dew on the tips of his hair, Qing Qiao felt guilty, and he didn't know how long this Qin Zhenren had been waiting for her, and he blamed himself for not being able to cultivate well, and he didn't notice it sooner or later.

Facing Qing Qiao's slightly guilty look, Qin Rufeng didn't care, just smiled and faced Qing Qiao: "Senior Sister Yan, what a coincidence, I just arrived." Today is the first day, and I'll take you there. ”

"Thank you Qin Zhenren." Qing Qiao pursed his lips and followed behind Qin Rufeng, but in his heart, he urged himself to do things well later, otherwise he would really be sorry for this Qin Zhenren.

Qin Rufeng walked in front, although he didn't look back, he also noticed Qing Qiao's expression, it was not difficult to push out what she thought from the look on her face, Qin Rufeng hooked the corners of her lips, and quietly led Qing Qiao to the entrance of the Guiru Sword Shrine and sat down.

A pen, a stack of paper, and an astrological disk, these are the things that Qing Qiao took out and spread on the table.

Qin Rufeng stood still beside her, watching her movements and couldn't help but be curious, after making sure that she wasn't going to take something else out, Qin Rufeng couldn't help but call Qing Qiao: "Senior Sister Yan, don't you want anything else?" ”

But seeing Qing Qiao turned around in surprise, he asked him, "What does Qin Zhenren mean?" ”

After Qin Rufeng was sure that she was really not joking, he held his forehead: "Senior Sister Yan, count the chips, don't you use these books of the Zodiac Star Palace?" ”

Qing Qiao originally wanted to prevaricate, but when he saw Qin Rufeng's hair still stained with some dew, the original prevarication also became the truth: "No need, I have already written it down, it won't be wrong." ”

What she said was serious, it didn't seem to be a joke, and even Qin Rufeng was a little bottomless, it was not the first time that he had seen the Yan family monks in his life to tell the hexagrams, but as he had seen, those monks were not a few, and most of these monks had reached the Jindan and Yuan infant stage, and now a little monk in Qingqiao told him that he didn't need to prepare, which really made him wonder if she was talking big. Even if she has a good talent, she is still a disciple of Yan Zhuqing, and she is really a little bit overbearing. But who is Qin Rufeng? Even if he really thinks so, he won't say what he thinks, but just smile and don't speak.

Many monks who are going to Guixu Sword Shrine today have heard early in the morning that Qin Rufeng "borrowed" a little junior sister from Tianshu Peak, this little junior sister is a senior disciple of Elder Yan Zhuqing, one of the thirteen elders of Kunlun.

The curiosity about the Taoist is that they are also Kunlun disciples, and there are many monks who have only heard of it and have never seen it. I heard that Qing Qiao came here to tell fortunes for people, but before the entrance of the Guiru Sword Shrine was opened, many monks from Tianxuan Peak came.

Seeing that Qing Qiao lowered his head and only asked someone to write down the eight characters of his birthday, his two fingers moved slightly and began to pull up the astrological chart, almost sending one away in the time of a cup of tea, such a fast speed caused the sword cultivators in line behind him to be surprised.

"Can she do it?" When he saw his companion beside him, he suddenly rolled his eyes, counted his heart, and muttered a few words in the ear of his companion, "so and so".

When his companion heard this, he was shocked: "You kid, this is not good! ”

"What's so bad?" The young man's sword cultivation raised his eyebrows, "It's just a joke, and then I'll tell the little junior sister of the Yan family in private." ”

"But ......" The companion glanced at Qing Qiao, who was not far away and looked down at the astrological chart seriously, still a little reluctant, "The little junior sister of the Yan family is also kind to come here, and it is too much for us to make such a joke." ”

"Afraid of what?" The young sword cultivator squeezed his eyes at his companion, "It's just the two of us who know about the left and right, shhhh ”

"But......" Before the companion finished speaking, he saw that the young Jianxiu had already walked over with a hippie smile, picked up the pen and wrote down the eight characters of his birthday, watching the young Jianxiu write down his birthday eight characters, the companion touched his nose, and some did not dare to look up at Qiao.

Only this time, after the time of a cup of tea, the little junior sister of the Yan family did not immediately report the bad luck as before, but only squinted her eyes and stared at the young sword cultivator for a moment.

The young sword cultivator only felt that the gaze she had seen was very clear, and he seemed to have nothing to hide, so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and before he could speak, he heard the little junior sister of the Yan family shake her head: "This senior brother, I can't count your birthday." ”

The young man's sword cultivation was embarrassed for a while, and he was surprised in his heart, who expected that he hadn't spoken, but Qin Rufeng, who was standing on the side, looked at Qing Qiao with a nervous expression: "Senior Sister Yan, isn't it, isn't this kid going to be unlucky?" Or is it on the side? ”

The young sword cultivator, who was originally going to make a joke, was immediately speechless when Qin Rufeng yelled at him, and looked at Qin Rufeng with a depressed face, only thinking that it would be bad for his senior brother to continue yelling like this.

It's a pity that his senior brother really didn't have any tacit understanding with him, and he didn't look at him, he just looked down at the little junior sister of the Yan family with a worried face, and asked her what to do?

The young man's face became more and more embarrassed, and when he was about to leave secretly, his own senior brother with a worried face somehow raised his head, reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't worry, Senior Sister Yan will have a way." ”

The young sword cultivator glanced at his companion with a wry smile, and secretly said in his heart that this time he was pitted by his own senior brother.