"Excuse me, senior brother is Ye Cong?"

The man in white raised his eyebrows, leaned over, and looked at the little girl's eyes: "Exactly!" I don't know ...... junior sister? ”

"I'm Ye Qingyue, I received a summons from my senior brother this morning, and I just rushed over!" Qingyue raised her head and said crisply.

Ye Cong's eyes widened slightly: "You are Ye Qingyue?" Going out and practicing at such a young age? "Which child of this family went to the secret realm at such a young age? Can the family also put their minds at ease?

Qingyue looked at her small body and frowned: "Hmm! I came from this world, and I did three in my family. I'm not going to hold back! ”

Ye Cong is a little big, this little girl is only six or seven years old, but her cultivation is already at the tenth level of Qi training, and she is still a disciple of her own family, she must be extremely talented, and she must not make a mistake, as a team leader, he will have to take care of it more. However, if you can successfully complete the task, you will definitely get the attention of the family.

Ye Cong's concerns, Qingyue could see it, but she didn't explain much. She believes that her strength will speak for itself. She turned to look at the silent woman in the green shirt.

Tianyin Pavilion also has a uniform sect disciple clothing, the inner disciple is white, the outer disciple is green clothes, and the miscellaneous disciples are gray clothes. For people with different cultivations, the ornamentation on the cuffs of the clothes will be different, the Qi refining period is a circle of purple Qingxin orchid, the foundation building period is a circle of cyan green carrot vines, the Jindan period is a circle of golden calendula, the Yuan infant period is a circle of light gray moire, and the out-of-body period and above cultivation are all a circle of blue starry sky patterns. However, except for some special occasions, the sect does not have a mandatory requirement for the clothing of its disciples.

"Senior Sister Qingyue, I'm Ye Qingwei, an outer disciple!" The woman in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, her voice was clear and peaceful, with a little bit of old maturity and calmness that did not match her age, which made her seem to have a quiet beauty that can rarely be seen in young women. At this moment, she bowed her head slightly, her long bangs hung down to her upturned eyebrows, and her eyes were like autumn water, faintly flashing with streamers. The small half of his face is hidden under the green silk, and he can't see it really. Is this a deliberate attempt to hide one's face? After all, a beautiful nun who has no support is always dangerous. Qingyue felt for no reason that this must be a beauty, or a smart beauty!

"Senior Sister Qingwei!" Qingyue smiled faintly and bowed her hand, but there was some admiration in her heart. The woman in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but she was already at the twelfth level of the Qi refining stage, and her cultivation speed was no less than that of a well-qualified Twin Spirit Root disciple, and she would actually be an outer disciple! It must have been a good chance and smart enough.

"Senior Brother Ye Cong! Sister Qingwei! Sorry to keep you waiting! The voice was gentle and polite, with a hint of manly depth.

Qingyue turned around and looked, and saw that it was a male cultivator dressed in the blue clothes of the outer disciples, and saw that he was slender, tall as a bamboo, and wore an azure jade pendant around his waist. The jade pendant is carved with a circle of complicated flowing cloud ornaments, and under the sun, there is a faint flash of spiritual light. However, there are a pair of peach blossom eyes on his face, the corners of his eyes are slightly hooked, and he has a three-point style when he is not smiling. Two long eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, like a distant mountain outlined by two ink pens, gently holding two points of hazy drunkenness. Between the eyebrows, a little cinnabar falls lightly, like a plum drop, and it is even more gratuitous and enchanting. Although monks are generally handsome nowadays, such a natural charm is rare in the world.

"Senior Brother Ye Cong! Senior Sister Qingwei! This voice is weak and low, with a bit of delicate taste. It was a female cultivator dressed in goose yellow clothes, with a figure like a willow, and her steps were supportive. On a small goose egg face, some fat powder was applied thinly, the eyebrows were clear and shallow, and the eyes were thick with smoke. What a lovely boy! Qingyue thought of Lin Daiyu's shadow for no reason.

"Senior Brother Ye! Senior Sister Ye! The voice was rough and deep, with a manly arrogance. Looking at the man carefully, he was dressed in a slightly wrinkled cyan robe, with a burly and tall body, slightly dark skin, and as strong as an iron tower.

Ye Cong nodded at them: "How many junior brothers and sisters, this time the Ye family has six Qi refining stage disciples participating in the Zhushan Trial, and now everyone is here, in this way, let's take turns to introduce our names and areas of expertise, okay?" ”

"What! Six? Isn't that just five people? And what about the other one? The stout male cultivator asked in a rough voice as he looked around.

"Yes! One more? Senior Brother Ye Cong, why don't we wait? The woman in the yellow shirt whispered.

The peach-eyed male cultivator looked at Qing Yue who was standing behind Ye Cong with interest: "This little junior sister, won't you go too?" ”

(Qingyue: Someone finally noticed me!) ）

Several pairs of eyes looked at Ye Cong at the same time. Ye Cong suddenly felt that he had a long way to go in this trip: "Exactly!" Senior Sister Qingyue also went. He paused for a moment, saw that no one was speaking, and then said: "In Xia Ye Cong, he is good at fire spells!" ”

"Ye Qingwei, good at wood-based spells!" Ye Qingwei's voice was calm.

"Ye Lang, good at formation!" The peach-eyed male cultivator winked at Qingyue and said.

Qing Yue glanced at this person again, he was about twenty years old, and he cultivated at the twelfth level in the Qi refining period, this kind of progress was very good among the outer disciples, but he didn't expect that he was actually good at formations.

"Ye Ruo, good at ...... Water spells! Ye Ruo looked at the peach-eyed male cultivator, bit his lip, and then looked at Qingyue, as if he wanted to say something, and swallowed it back.

"Ye Hui, the younger brother is a physical cultivator." The sturdy male cultivator said roughly.

"Ye Qingyue, good at swordsmanship!" Qingyue squeezed out from behind Ye Cong and raised her head and said.

The crowd was amazed.

"Senior Sister Qingyue, the outside environment is difficult and dangerous, you are still young, can you slow down the things that you go through to practice? After all, we are weak and may not be able to take care of you. If something happens, we can't explain it to our family. Ye Ruoliu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a layer of smoke appeared in her eyes, and she persuaded softly.

"Yes! Little sister, think about it again! Ye Hui also nodded approvingly.

Qingyue smiled faintly and was not angry. After all, they are young, and they doubt their own strength and are afraid of responsibility, which is understandable.

"Senior Brother Ye Cong, if my swordsmanship can defeat Senior Sister Ye Ruo, everyone should have no opinion, right?"

Ye Ruo's eyes widened, is this a martial arts competition? can fight against such a child, winning, that is to bully the small; Defeated, not even as good as a child!

Ye Cong didn't object, he also wanted to see Qingyue's strength: "It's okay!" Pay attention to proportion, stop at the point! ”

"That's the case, junior sister, senior sister is welcome!" Ye Ruo walked to the open space next to him, holding a white silk in his palm, his eyes were no longer as soft as color, showing a little confidence, and said with a smile. Since you have to compete, then go all out.

"Senior sister, please!" When Qingyue saw Ye Ruo like this, she was stunned at first, and then she liked it a little more. The tip of the Aoki sword in her hand hung down to the ground, making a Xiaoxiang swordsmanship stepping on the snow and folding plum in a starting style.

Ye Ruo was stunned, he didn't want that little girl to be so big. It's okay, I will teach her well, what is called the sky is high and the earth is thick. She pinched a water arrow spell in her hand, and at the same time shouted in her mouth: "Go! ”

Three water arrows shot towards Qingyue from three different directions, taking the upper, middle and lower three ways of Qingyue respectively.

Qingyue pointed to the ground with one toe, her body was like a snowflake in the wind, fluttering lightly, and the Aoki sword slashed upwards obliquely, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, like a plum blossom blooming in the wind, just to meet the water arrow. The three water arrows came one after another, and the tip of the Aoki sword was from the bottom to the top, which seemed to be slow and fast, just to meet the tips of the three water arrows.

"Good body!" Ye Cong praised it, it was so light and agile, so wonderful, he thought to himself, even he couldn't do it himself.

Ye Ruo was not panicked, he changed a water dragon trick in his hand, and drank lightly in his mouth: "Qinglong out of water!" ”

The water arrows scattered by the tip of the sword gathered into a water dragon, the dragon's head was raised, the dragon's eyes were wide, the dark pupils bulged out, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, as if it could swallow the small Qingyue into its stomach with one bite.

"Senior Sister's water control technique is really good! I heard that a senior of the Ye family's own family values Senior Sister Ruo very much, and just waits for Senior Sister to build a foundation, and then she will be included in the door wall, but is it really something? Ye Hui asked the peach-eyed male cultivator softly.

"Senior brother knows a lot!" The peach-eyed male cultivator glanced at Ye Hui with a smile.

"Where is it, who doesn't know, if the junior disciple doesn't have to go to Tianji Peak, he would already be an inner disciple!" Ye Hui said with some emotion, he is a physical cultivator, Tianyin Pavilion physical cultivation is extremely rare, and there is only one Yuanying True Monarch who is a high-level cultivator in high-level physical cultivation. He had been cultivating for nearly twenty years, almost relying on his own exploration, and he was only about to reach the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Period. But if this is not the case, he is a five-spirit root, and if he does a Taoist cultivation, he is only afraid that it will be difficult to build a foundation for the rest of his life. Physical cultivation does not value the spiritual root qualification, but looks at the root bone qualification, although the cultivation is difficult, the combat effectiveness is usually higher than that of the same level Dao cultivation.

Over there, Qingyue's sword technique changed, the aoki sword in his hand moved horizontally, and the sword light passed, and a light pink flower belt swirled around the dragon.

"Flowers in the Phantom Sea!" Qingyue drank lightly.

The dragon was trapped, his eyes glazed and his movements sluggish, as if he didn't know what to do.

"Illusion with a sword! Sure enough, it's a heaven-level exercise! Ye Cong exclaimed.

Ye Ruo's eyes also showed appreciation, and then the trick was changed, and the water dragon exploded violently, thousands of droplets of water condensed into clusters of water needles, and shot out in all directions.

"Needle rain!" This trick is a great test of people's ability to control things, using divine consciousness to condense water into needles, and also controlling the direction of water needles, which requires excellent divine consciousness micro-control ability. In Tianyin Pavilion, this exercise is not of high rank, but there are very few people who can practice it.

Qingyue's sword technique changed, and then, I saw a rain of light pink flowers in the sky, and they formed a circle, and in the center were scattered water needles. The sea of flowers rotates gently, faintly showing a Taiji pattern, firmly trapping the water needle in the center. The flowers and rain are fluttering, the colors are shaking down, and the fragrance of the clear and clear is rippling in the air soaked in light water vapor. The eyes are full of pale pink of blue flowers, opening and falling, falling and opening, as if time is forever frozen between this bloom and fall.

Eternal flowers bloom and fall, no matter when you come, the blue flower tree will always be a prosperous tree, on the tree, under the tree. The beauty of condensation, the beauty that will never fade, is this the true meaning of Biluo, the legendary fairyland? No one answered, only a faint sigh, accompanied by fluttering petals, fluttering in the wind.

It's like a beautiful moonlit night dream, a quiet hometown song.

In the middle of the night, the morning goes.

When it comes like ** for a few years, it seems that there is nowhere to find it in the clouds.

"Biluo Yellow Spring!" Qingyue groaned softly, the voice was light and shallow, with a little melancholy, a little nostalgia.

Ye Ruo's figure was also shrouded in the sea of flowers. A pale pink floated around her goose yellow. She suddenly couldn't think of anything, just looked at the fluttering petals, remembered her mother's smile, remembered the undefeated blue flowers, and remembered the face of the man who was moved for the first time...... The most difficult to hold is the passing year, and the most unforgettable is yesterday. How many flowers bloom and fall in the dream, and the green silk and white snow clouds in the mirror. How embarrassing, live up to the good times!

I couldn't help but stretch out my hands, wanting to hold the colorful fallen flowers in my dreams. But suddenly I saw a sea of flowers change sharply, thousands of petals exploded, and the water needles shattered into ashes.

Ye Ruo came back to his senses, and a green wood sword was firmly across his neck.