Zijing Shengjun turned around and walked towards the inner room, and Lin Qing followed through the doors, through the rooms, and walked to the innermost one. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The innermost room was more luxurious than she had imagined. Not to mention those furnishings that are not ordinary at first glance, even the materials used for ordinary tables and chairs are ancient jasper.

There are clouds in the miscellaneous records, the ancient abyss jasper is produced in the depths of the far sea, the jade color is white and dyed green, just like the distant mountains, which is extremely rare.

Zijing Shengjun turned a blind eye, walked into the house, recited a few incantations, and a teleportation array appeared on the ground.

Such a high-end product as the teleportation array, Lin Qing, a native product of the immortal cultivation world, has never seen it, and Xianglinmen does not have the resources to set up a teleportation array, but she knows that it is always right to follow Zijing Shengjun.

Stepping into the formation, she was a little curious and a little uncomfortable, and without waiting for her to think about it, in a blink of an eye, she changed places.

Lin Qing looked at himself who came over with all his beards and tails, and sighed in his heart: "If this is modern, you can commute to work without barriers, and you don't have to worry about traffic jams anymore." ”

The new place is very large, but the style is completely different from the previous hut, quiet and tidy, there is a cushion in the corner of the wall, and there is a cold ice bed not far from the cushion, there is no other superfluous things, it looks a bit like a cultivation room, and the most noteworthy thing is that the surrounding walls are all cast by ice, so the large room is cold.

Zijing Holy Monarch stood alone in the center of this ice room, looked at her and sighed, "Lin Qing, actually, my divine thoughts can't last long. ”

Lin Qing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. She had just met Zijing Shengjun, and she couldn't even say that she was familiar with it, but looking at her lonely figure, she suddenly felt a little sorry for her.

"Qingling and I, have cultivated for thousands of years, no sects, no descendants, since you can come here today, it is really the will of God, and it is also the fate of the two of us, I came out to see you this time, I really have something to do."

"I don't know what the Holy Monarch called me, the younger generation is lowly in cultivation, if I can help the Holy Monarch, but please command."

"You're straightforward." Zijing Shengjun looked at her and chuckled.

After a while, she spoke: "At the beginning, Qing Ling forcibly left me a little divine thought, and set up a big array in this realm, wanting to help me stay in the world. It's a pity that there is life and death, my three souls have been scattered, and my seven spirits have disappeared, how can I go against the sky. ”

Lin Qing's heart shook, it turned out that Qingling Shengjun actually fought the idea of the living dead, and she was noncommittal for such a purpose.

Speaking of this, the Saint Monarch's voice lowered: "Qing Ling left this realm, and he never returned, thousands of years, I don't know if he has ascended or has ...... If one day, you have to meet Qingling, please help me with a word. ”

Lin Qing only felt that although Zijing Shengjun looked at her, he didn't have her in his eyes, but through her, he remembered the extremely distant past, or saw the far away, only to hear her mutter: "If you have a husband like this, you have no regrets in this life." ”

Lin Qing fell silent after hearing this. If she had the chance, she would be willing to talk.

But her strength is too scum now, Qingling Shengjun was a great power so many years ago, if she is still alive and doesn't come back to see his wife, I'm afraid she will also soar, let her soar to talk, this joke is a bit big.

As if seeing Lin Qing's embarrassment, Zijing Shengjun said: "I see that you have some talent in sword cultivation, and I will pass on a sword trick to you, and it will all be my thank you." ”

"Shengjun, I, I may not be able to bring it, this thank you gift ......" She was a little ashamed, she still wanted to pry the corner of the wall before, but after a few words, for such an ethereal chance, she wanted to pass on her swordsmanship, although she was usually thick-skinned, but she was useless, and she was really not sure about this matter.

"Lin Qing, there is destiny in the dark, you don't need to be pressured, you also need to have confidence." After speaking, Zijing Shengjun returned to his sleeves, and a sword appeared in his hand.

This sword is simple and atmospheric, the hilt is carved with dark golden auspicious cloud patterns, the whole sword body is as transparent as ice, and there is a trace of gold embedded in the tip of the sword.

Zijing Shengjun stood with his sword in his hand, and said with a solemn face: "I only dance once, you have to look carefully." ”

This favor is too heavy, Lin Qing bowed deeply: "Lin Qing will do his best!" ”

Looking at the sincere eyes of the little girl in front of her, showing excitement and gratitude and no greed, she nodded with satisfaction, the root bone is almost almost, she can't wait, at least the character in front of her should not be bad.

Then, Zi Jing held the sword in one hand and moved.

Lin Qing didn't dare to take it lightly, and opened his eyes for fear of missing a single detail.

Although she didn't have Haoran's spiritual power, Lin Qing only felt that it was not so much that Zijing Shengjun was practicing swords, but that she was dancing.

As her figure wandered, she conjured up a lot of shadows, they either raised their hands, or threw their feet, or drove forward, or retreated, like the Nine Heavens Xuannu, every move and style seemed to be appropriate, with far-reaching implications.

Its sword momentum is like a breeze blowing on its face, and it is like a bamboo shadow following each other in action, and when it is flipped over, it is like piercing flowers into the forest. The place where the sword passed seemed to be the cycle of the four seasons, and it was like the condensation of time.

Lin Qing stared at it stupidly, and God had become one of them.

Gently drive the line, drip in.

Every move, every smile, was as deep as an imprint into Lin Qing's mind.

Just as she was tasting the gentle sword, suddenly the sword momentum turned, and suddenly hit the plantain like rain, and then the momentum changed, like a thunderbolt.

The long sword's moves are deadly, and the sword seals the throat, as if it were a sword-dancing person.

Lin Qing was shocked physically and mentally, and his hands couldn't help but loosen and clench, and hold and loosen.

After not knowing how long later, Zijing Shengjun stopped dancing and looked at her with a torch in his eyes: "You remember. ”

The move style flashed in Lin Qing's mind, and she arched her hand and said: "The move has been memorized, but the younger generation still can't understand its meaning." ”

Zijing Shengjun smiled when he heard this: "How old are you, comprehending the sword intent is not overnight. ”

Lin Qing saw that the Holy Monarch's expression was soft, and he touched his nose with a smile.

"What I practiced just now is part of the Ziyuan Sword Technique, this Sword Technique was created by me after I turned into a god, both hard and soft, I hope you can understand it well."

Lin Qing nodded, Zijing Shengjun pointed at his hand, and Lin Qing felt a pain in the sea, and there was an extra sword technique.

"Also, I have a sword for you." Zijing Shengjun raised the crystal long sword in her hand and gently wiped it as if she were a lover.

Lin Qing held his breath, his heart surging: Does the Holy Monarch want to give me this sword? This sword looks very high-end and high-grade, and it is by no means ordinary!

Before she finished her excitement, she saw Zijing Shengjun pinching the trick in her mouth. Out of nowhere, a box popped out. As soon as the box opened, a rusty sword flew in front of her.

This sword, which looks like it has no aura and no famous sword at all, may be kicked aside as rotten iron when it is placed on the road.

Lin Qing was stunned, and said to himself blankly: "This is for me?" ”

Zijing Shengjun nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the sword was transferred to her hand.

Lin Qing was full of black lines.

Zijing Shengjun seemed to see her thoughts and smiled: "Don't underestimate it, this sword has an ordinary appearance, but it is the only sword I carry with me except for my natal sword "Chasing Clouds". ”

Lin Qing pulled out his sword, and even the sword body looked black like a piece of pig iron. Rust kept falling from it.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she looked at the Holy Monarch: "Hehe, is it?" ”

It's really hard to believe.

Holy Monarch, are you sure you didn't want to give up the sword in your hand to send me away with such a sword?