The red sunset seems to have an unripe egg yolk color.

The afterglow sprinkled on the blood-stained white-shirted guest, quite cold.

Jing Yue stood in a lonely boat, holding a blunt long sword, and looked back and said, "Childe doesn't see you, please go back." ”

Tang Xiansheng's smiling face froze.

This man...... You really don't talk about it at all?

Tang Xiansheng has heard of Jing Yue, in the sword school, Jing Yue is also quite famous, as a swordsman, he pays attention to indomitable, but he is such a strange thing as Jing Yue, and he escapes faster than anyone else when he encounters danger.

Tang Xiansheng is very optimistic about Jing Yue, because Jing Yue is the same kind of person as him, a kind of person who values his life more than anything else.

This is also the reason why he remembers Jing Yue in the Sword Sect.

However......

At this moment, Tang Xiansheng suddenly hated Jing Yue very much.

Did Lu Ping'an speak?

Why did this guy say that Lu Fan didn't want to see him?

Tang Xiansheng slowly straightened up and looked at Jing Yue with his eyes: "I came to meet Young Master Lu in Xiate, please pass on a message." ”

Apparently the tone is not too good.

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person.

If Jing Yue gives him face, he will also give Jing Yue face, after all, face is something to be given to each other.

Shaking his head, Jing Yue knew that Tang Xiansheng should be dissatisfied with him in his heart.

After all, Childe's voice sounded directly in his head, and Tang Xiansheng couldn't hear it.

"Childe really said that he didn't want to see you...... You go. ”

Jingyue Road.

Then he grabbed the boat, slammed it on the water, and the current swayed and rippled, and he took the lonely boat and drove away at a high speed towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Jing Yue's figure gradually disappeared into the hazy lake.

The wind was a little warm at sunset.

The blowing Tang Xiansheng's gorgeous clothes are fluttering.

He turned his head to look at Luo Yue, a smile appeared on Tang Xiansheng's face again, raised a finger from his sleeve, and pointed in the direction where Jing Yue disappeared, as if he was smiling: "This person is not authentic." ”

Luo Yue was speechless.

In fact, he wanted to say that Jing Yue might have really received instructions from the young master.

"Commander Luo, can you tell me about it? Just say that Tang Xiansheng, the Taishou of Nanjun, visited in person. ”

Tang Xiansheng said.

Luo Yue opened his mouth, but shook his head.

"Just now that gentleman is Bai Yujing's disciple, he said that the son doesn't want to see Taishou, that is, he doesn't see, Taishou...... Please come back. ”

Luo Yue naturally couldn't disobey Lu Fan's intentions for Tang Xiansheng.

Tang Xiansheng's face twitched slightly.

This is the first time he has eaten behind closed doors.

This young master of Beiluolu, the shelf is so big?

Even if he enters Beijing, the emperor will personally receive him, and this Lu Ping'an ......

"It is worthy of being a cultivator, and there is indeed the arrogance of a cultivator. ”

Tang Xiansheng smiled gently.

"Since this is the case, the old man will stay on the shore of this lake, and wait for when the young master Lu will see the old man, and then land on the island. ”

Luo Yue glanced at Tang Xiansheng with his sword.

It's all someone else's leftover routine.

However, Luo Yue's face soon turned strange.

Tang Xiansheng found a clean, bloodstained bluestone step, wiped it with a cloth, and then pulled up the hem of his clothes and sat on it.

Looking at the sunset, the hazy and beautiful Beiluo Lake, blowing the lake breeze leisurely.

If he, Tang Xiansheng, showed sincerity, Young Master Lu should see him, right?

For Lu Ping'an, Tang Xiansheng was really curious.

Like today, there is a rumor.

Those who have peace on the land will win the world.

This rumor is absolutely true, if you can ask Lu Ping'an to become a staff member, then the world is almost at your fingertips.

Tang Xiansheng is confident, with his three-inch tongue, he will say that everything that is dead will be alive.

A curved sword can be said to be straight.

The fish and shrimp in the sea can be said to burst out of the water.

Tang Xiansheng looked at the lake faintly, provided that there was a chance to speak.

Suddenly.

He felt his body floating.

only to find that his body sitting on the bluestone ladder was lifted up.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing?!"

Tang Xiansheng looked stunned.

He hurriedly struggled, but the Dragon Blood Army in North Los Angeles had taken the Dragon Blood Pill, and his strength was so strong.

Tang Xiansheng couldn't break free at all, so he was picked up.

Luo Yue adjusted the armor on his body, and glanced at Tang Xiansheng indifferently: "Tang Taishou, I just received an order from the young master, and the young master doesn't see you." ”

"And let you out of the dock. ”

"It's an eyesore. ”

Tang Xiansheng changed blue and red for a while.

Why?

Tang Xiansheng didn't understand, why didn't Lu Ping'an see him?

He had learned that when the national teacher Kong Xiu came, Lu Pan saw it, Emperor Yuwen Xiu came, and Lu Pan also saw it.

Even, when the overlord visited late at night, Lu Fan had also seen it.

Why can't he see him?!

"Commander Luo laughed? Young Master Lu didn't even speak, waiting...... How can you make your own claims?"

The smile on Tang Xiansheng's face gradually disappeared.

"Childe can transmit sound from thousands of miles away, and orders come directly in our minds, and it is normal for Tang Taishou not to hear them. ”

Luo Yue said lightly.

Several dragon blood sergeants carried Tang Xiansheng to the carriage.

"Ridiculous!"

Tang Xiansheng couldn't help but be angry.

Luo Yue frowned, raised his hand and landed on the long knife at his waist, and a majestic qi and blood burst out from his body.

"Why do you need to prevaricate the old man with such a ridiculous reason?"

However.

Tang Xiansheng's words just fell.

A faint voice rang out in his head.

"Oh, ridiculous?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The voice is as warm as jade, but it has a bit of indifference and transcendence.

Tang Xiansheng's face froze, his eyes suddenly widened, and he glanced around in disbelief.

Who's talking?

How could the voice sound directly in his head?

Do practitioners have such means?

His son Tang Yimo is also a cultivator, but Tang Xiansheng has no such concept at all.

"There are some things that I don't have to ask my son to say three times. ”

Lu Fan's voice sounded again, and then there was silence.

Tang Xiansheng opened his mouth.

Obviously, he sensed the unhappiness in Lu Fan's words.

So, he didn't dare to ask again.

The temper of the young master of Beiluo Lu is famous, and Tang Xiansheng feels that if he really provokes the other party, he may really not be able to get out of Beiluo City.

People like him who are afraid of death dare not try.

With inexplicable awe, Tang Xiansheng arched his hand in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, and then got into the carriage.

"Let's go back to the Imperial Palace. ”

......

North Luo, the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Pan leaned on the thousand-bladed chair, holding a bronze wine glass in his hand, which was filled with warm plum wine.

The white shirt blows in the wind, and the sideburns flutter gracefully.

It makes sense that he didn't see Tang Xiansheng, because there was no need to see him.

Tang Xiansheng's purpose in coming to him was obvious, he wanted to persuade him to join Nanjun and become his staff, and Lu Fan really didn't like this kind of thing.

Therefore, he refused to come to see him directly.

Compared to seeing Tang Xiansheng, Lu Fan felt that it was better to put on a stormy situation, or watch Nie Changqing and others form a group to brush the master of the secret realm.

Jing Yue is back.

When the lone boat carrying him floated in the lake.

Ni Yu, Nie Shuang and the others on the island all let out a long breath.

Ni Yu took out the Qi Gathering Pill wrapped in a cloth in disgust and threw it back to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue grinned brightly and headed to the second floor of the pavilion.

"Childe ......"

Jing Yue knelt down on one knee in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan took a sip of the wine in the bronze wine glass and said, "Not bad." ”

"From today onwards, you are a disciple of Bai Yujing. ”

Jing Yue raised his head in surprise.

"Thank you, Childe!"

Lu Fan bowed slightly, played with the wine glass in his hand, and made a move.

Jing Yue's tattered blunt sword galloped out and landed in Lu Fan's hand.

"Hmm...... This sword is useless. ”

"Today, since you are my disciple of Bai Yujing, I will give you a sword. ”

Lu Fan Road.

The next moment, he raised his hand, put his slender fingers against the gauntlet, and gently flicked it forward.

The crimson phoenix sword sped out.

The sword that haunted Jing Yue burned for a while.

A cloud of molten iron floated in the air.

Lu Fan's heart surged, and soon, the molten iron became narrow and long, turning into a green blade.

The sword is three feet long, and it is engraved with a peculiar pattern.

The sword floated in front of Lu Fan, Lu Fan bent his fingers, flicked on the tip of the sword, the belly of the sword, and the hilt of the sword, and flicked it three times, each time there was a burst of aura, shaking the sword body.

Feng Lingjian returned to the wheelchair gauntlet.

With a wave of the hand.

Qingfeng's three-foot sword floated in front of Jing Yue.

"This is a sword for you, the name of the sword, you take it yourself. ”

Lu Fan Road.

"Sword, the head of the attack, the sword intent can help the power of the sword, I hope you don't let down this sword, you can cultivate the sword intent, and become a real swordsman with sword intent. ”

Lu Fan said.

Jing Yue's face was full of excitement, and his lips were trembling.

Is this a gift from Childe?

Looking at this sword so beautiful that it seemed to touch his heart, Jing Yue's outstretched hand was almost trembling.

He picked up his sword as if he were holding his lover's slender hand.

This is the first gift Jing Yue has received in his life, and it is also his favorite gift, there is no one.

The sword is there, the man is there.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and Jing Yue went down to the Baiyujing Pavilion.

He held the sword and stroked it lovingly.

Suddenly.

A black shadow silently appeared behind Jing Yue, and Jing Yue's heart almost shrank in fright.

"Can you borrow this sword from the old man to take a look?"

A hoarse voice, like the sound of grinding sand.

Jing Yue suddenly looked back, looked left and right, but couldn't see anyone, and when he looked down, he saw a short figure.

"Public Loss...... Senior?!"

Jing Yue was stunned.

He found out that this person was the Pavilion Master of the Organ Pavilion under Bai Yujing's command, and he lost Yu.

The male loses his hands and is gray-haired, full of twilight and old age.

His eyes were fixed on the sword in Jing Yue's hand.

It seems to have seen the hesitation of the male feather.

"Your sword is short of a scabbard, borrow the old man to observe, and give you a scabbard. ”

The male loser opened his mouth hoarsely.

Jing Yue smiled and handed the sword to Gong Yu.

Gong Yuyu's excitement when he took the sword was no lower than Jing Yue, as if he had seen a peerless beauty, and his palm stroked it gently.

Stroke the pattern on the sword, stroke the blade of the sword......

"It's worthy of a child...... The delicacy of this sword has won the essence of the "Refining Codex", this is a spirit tool, a spirit tool of the high grade of the yellow order!"

Male loses feather road.

He had read the Codex of Refining Weapons and understood the division of spiritual equipment grades.

He reluctantly returned the sword to Jing Yue.

"The sword is a good sword, but it still needs to be cultivated, the weapon is dead, the person is alive, if the human qi can be incorporated into the instrument, the power of the weapon can be improved. ”

"For example, Nie Changqing, his pig-killing knife is no longer just an ordinary pig-killing knife, because of his qi cultivation, it may not be as good as your sword in quality, but the power of the real fight is far beyond what you can resist. ”

"What is this sword called?"

The male loses the feather and loses the hand, and the road.

Jing Yue rubbed the sword with a smile on his face: "My surname is Jing, and this sword is my heaven...... That's called the Sedum Sword. ”

"Sedum?"

Gong Yu chewed the name of the sword and bowed his head slightly.

"Give the old man three days to create a scabbard for the Sedum Sword......"

Male loses feather road.

Then, with a step, he took out the "Refining Codex" and read it hungrily.

If it weren't for sensing that Lu Fan had refined a sword for Jing Yue, he wouldn't have paid attention to Jing Yue at all.

"Thank you, senior!"

Jing Yue was very moved, pursed his lips, the sword given to him by the son was too precious.

He is really the cub that Childe is most optimistic about!

......

South County.

Tiandang Mountain.

The cold moonlight poured down.

The ancient stone staircase of the Taoist sect is full of mottled traces.

A figure wrapped in a black robe walked slowly, step by step to ascend the mountain gate of the Dao Sect.

On the big flat, the Taoist boy guarding the door dozed off with a broom.

The footsteps of the black-robed man stepping on the dead leaves woke up the Dao Tong.

Dao Tong opened his eyes and saw the black-robed figure, slightly startled.

"You ......"

However, with a suppressed smile, the black-robed man lifted his hood, revealing a savage and fierce face, but there was a bit of charm on that face.

Kitsch?

Dao Tong's heart contracted, this charm.

"Brute...... Barbarians?!"

Dao Tong saw clearly this hideous and charming face under the moon, and was terrified.

The black-robed man orchid fingers twisted lightly, and at the center of Dao Tong's eyebrows, Dao Tong seemed to be stupid, holding a broom.

"Dao Sect...... No, it's called Dao Pavilion now?

The black-robed man chuckled.

"Is the body treasure the strongest combat power in this world? Qi Dan is the realm of qi condensation, and the body is similar to the 'foundation' realm of our world, but unfortunately, the body treasure that was born is just the first entry, if it is a cultivator who has the peak realm of body storage, it will be a little troublesome. ”

The black-robed man orchid fingers brushed lightly on his cheeks, touched the rough hair, and frowned in disgust.

"This filthy, disgusting shell. ”

"Lu Ping'an, the lord of Bai Yujing, is rumored to be the number one cultivator in the world, according to the strength bottleneck of this world, at most he is a middle-grade foundation building monk, with the power of my wisp of spiritual consciousness, I should be able to deal with it, but ...... It is better to be careful and explore the reality of this person first. ”

A hoarse laugh sounded with a bit of flattery.

The black-robed man's fingers touched the center of Xiao Daotong's eyebrows, and faintly fluctuations spread, shaking the air, and Xiao Daotong fell to the ground in a daze.

Taoism, Guannei.

The candle flame is light.

On an old Eight Immortals table, Xie Yunling was dressed in a Taoist robe, his temples were white, holding a brush, and he was writing and painting by candlelight.

He discovered the Dao Formation, and there was a lot to be done.

If he had enough aura, he would be able to cause more trouble for Lu Ping'an in the battle on the island in the middle of the lake.

It's a pity.

He has too little aura.

Suddenly.

The pen in Xie Yunling's hand paused slightly.

No wind blowing.

However, the candle flame on the table of the Eight Immortals was frantically flickering.

"Who?!"

Xie Yunling raised his head violently and burst into tears!

Husky ...... A somewhat flattering laugh resounded.

But in front of the Taoist temple, there was a figure wearing a hooded black robe.

In the blink of an eye between Xie Yunling's pupils shrinking.

The black-robed man disappeared from the door of the Taoist temple and appeared behind him like a ghost, his thick fingers pinched into an orchid and placed it on his shoulder.

PS: The third update, or 4,000 words, ask for a monthly ticket wow~

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