As the night wore on, the sky slowly darkened, and a few clouds drifting in the sky flew quietly to help the two little people sitting quietly on the ground to cover the moonlight.

After practicing the sword for a long time, the two brothers and sisters could barely raise their hands, so they wanted to lie down and fall asleep, but the master didn't let them, and asked the two of them to stay and practice Tuna.

According to the unique rhythm, the breath seems to be endowed with a wonderful rhythm, from the brisk gradually to far-reaching, melodious, the slender as dust of the clear air circulates endlessly around the body, between the limbs and hundreds of remains, the turbid air has just been exhaled and immediately has the clear air in, which makes people feel refreshed and indescribably comfortable.

The old Taoist priests of Liangzhou call this "sitting and forgetting", and the bald ladles of Yanzhou call it "visualization". For Bu Chi, in fact, it is to change the sleeping position, I just feel warm all over, and I can't stop the sleepiness from fighting with my eyelids, and the snoring sound sounded quietly.

Lian Bu Ku woke up from the state of Xuan Zhi and Xuan, glanced up with his eyes, saw that the master's brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't dare to call his brother out loud, he was suddenly a little anxious, and his breathing became more and more rapid

Lin Qinghong opened one eye and said softly, "Let him go." ”

The so-called cultivation talent is probably like this, I am in the blessings, and others can't ask for it.

Although he fell asleep, his breathing rhythm remained the same. In other words, he cultivates in his sleep, and this kind of cultivation is often the most distracted, and he will not be disturbed by external objects at all, and ordinary people have to work at least two or three times as hard to catch up.

Contrary to Bu Chi, when Bu Ku practiced Spitting, the "comfortable" feeling obtained between the turbidity conversion was a slight refreshing coolness, and he became more and more energetic, and the sword moves he had practiced during the day were presented in his mind to combine and practice by himself, which was equivalent to practicing several times invisibly.

Lin Qinghong was born with a pair of sword eyes, and he can look inside through the surface of things, and even the heart, and see many things that others can't see.

What he saw in his eyes was not two lovely children, but the rising sun and the crescent moon that had just risen from the abyss.

Lin Qinghong has seen a lot of similar scenes-

The master is a towering mountain with a high diamond, and the mountain is inserted with countless sharp swords, like a sword mound;

The old monk is not a Buddha who walks the world to save the suffering, and there are stars shining on the back of the Buddha;

Uncle Ji Qing is a magical world that has never been seen before, the cloudless sky is full of sunshine, countless kinds of strange flowers and plants and birds and beasts that have never been seen coexist, the whole world is full of the laughter of the girl, and the girl is squatting on a clear ice lake like beautiful jade and talking to herself, relaxed and happy.

The strange thing is that the girl keeps staring at the ice, not knowing what is there.

Of course, the strangest thing is Li Yu, the lord of Longmen, Lin Qinghong couldn't see Li Yu himself, he saw the white-shirted young man with an umbrella pick up a bloody dying koi from the shallows on the shore, and put it into the quaint Xiaoding full of clear water, and the koi fish came back to life and was full of vitality.

After doing all this, the young man got up and glanced at him, smiled and waved goodbye to him.

From that moment, Lin Qinghong's heart trembled sharply, and he didn't dare to peep at Li Yu for half a minute.

His thoughts drifted away, so much so that the middle-aged man in a white fish and dragon suit waited in the clouds for a long time without waiting for anyone to come, so he gently patted him on the shoulder.

The head of the sword mound smiled and asked, "Distracted?"

Lin Qinghong came back to his senses and exclaimed, "...... teacher"

The head of the sword mound stretched out his finger to his lips, signaling him not to quarrel with the two little guys in cultivation, and the two of them leaped away.

Lin Qinghong bowed and said: "The disciple is ashamed, he was defeated by the witches in Yongzhou, and now the sword heart is lacking, I am afraid that the threshold of the four realms that I have finally touched will be in vain." ”

The head raised his foot and kicked him, and scolded with a smile: "Stupid apprentice who has no interest, secretly call me out for this? What kind of sword practice are you talking about all the way? Just get up again if you fall." ”

Lin Qinghong felt ashamed and couldn't raise his head, and said: "The disciple also thinks about this, and is willing to go to Yongzhou again, firstly, the lord of Longmen has a kindness to me, and the eventful autumn in Yongzhou is conducive to the disciple's sharpening of the sword; Thus...... Hence a reluctant request......"

Before he could say anything, the rickety old man suddenly appeared and said with a smile: "What do you think, your master knows, he is busy, my old guy is very lonely, I can't wait to teach them for you, the little baby is the most pleasing to the old man." ”

The head of the door flicked his sleeves and said, "Don't worry, be careful." ”

Lin Qinghong kowtowed again and again, and bowed: "Thank you to the head master, the sword head master and the ancestor, the disciple is also going." He turned around and walked away, without any delay.

The sword rises from the mountains, the clouds open to see the moon, the immortals leave behind, and they are independent of it.

The sword head sighed: "How old is that meeting, in a blink of an eye, Qinghong has accepted all the apprentices, looking at the sword mound talents, I can rest assured that the old man is at ease." ”

The head waved his hand and said: "The turmoil in Kyushu is treacherous, the sword mound can't get out of this quagmire no matter what, it will take a lot of time for the juniors to grow up, and I hope that my uncle will take care of it more." ”

The reason why I say this is because the sword mound is in an era of scarcity, from the eight generations of disciples headed by the sword ancestor and the sword, to the ten generations of disciples headed by Lin Qinghong, there is a big blank period in the middle, the ninth generation, involving the Yuan Pavilion, the sword mound has countless casualties, and the head is one of the few people who have been left behind. As for the eleventh generation, they are almost all juniors like Slow Steps.

Except for Ji Qing.

The head of the sword said: "Qing'er came back from Yongzhou, and the way of the sword has improved, isn't it a waste to hide such a big talent?" It should be sharpened in the world, it's time to persuade the senior brother to let her go out of the mountain to help deal with some affairs." ”

The head of the family was noncommittal, neither saying good nor refusing, Xiaoqing was the meat of the sword ancestor's heart, and the sword head could say a few words without being salty, and he would never dare to interject.

What's more, if you can't see it, how can you have a chance to say it?

"Zheng ——!" Jin Lin Xiaotian.

Changhong pierced the night sky, and had the intention to wake up the sword mound, so he did not restrain his momentum, Ji Qing caught a glimpse of the head and the sword head, turned around and flew over, and threw down a "corpse" as soon as he landed, and said with a solemn face: "Senior brother in charge, uncle of the sword head, I came back from Jingzhou, and I saw many of these things on the border of Jingyang, after several days of killing, I found that this thing seemed to come from different directions, appeared in batches, and the killing was inexhaustible, lest the people of Yangzhou be harmed, and did not dare to slack off, and took advantage of the daytime to clear a batch, and hurriedly came back for help." Please ask the senior brother in charge to quickly summon the elders and disciples in the sect to rush to the Jingyang border to eliminate the demons! I will go and inform the master. Resolutely, Ji Qing went straight to find the Sword Ancestor.

Even if the sword head has lived for hundreds of years, it is still impossible to see what this thing is, the whole body is dark red, it seems to have no skin but flesh and bones, although it has a human form but no human appearance, bone spurs, sharp teeth and claws make people cold.

The "corpse" had just broken away from Ji Qing's sword intent, and immediately regained its vitality, and actually stretched out a pair of bat-wing-like wings from its back, fearless of death and attacked the rickety old man.

The sword head pointed into a sword and slashed lightly, and the monster instantly split into two halves, and rolled on the ground, seeing that it was not alive.

Change and regeneration, from the fracture stretched out a lot of blood like tiny roots, the stump and broken arms were joined together, the monster was resurrected again, the five-clawed sword was caught in the air, the speed was extremely fast, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded in the ears.

The tip of the sword slid backwards against the ground, only to see the monster's claws plunge directly into the earth, but the palm of the hand slapped the ground like a spider's web, sinking into a pit several feet deep.

The head of the sword took out the sword again, and after many attempts to find that no matter how many pieces it was cut, as long as the pieces remained, the monster would be reborn countless times, but it was fire, thunder and lightning and the like that were quite effective. So his mind moved slightly, and his sword qi was as thick as the pillars of the court, and when he was enveloping the monster, he was cut to pieces, and the sword intent was sealed.

The sword head shook his head slightly: "The second realm is acceptable, and the first realm is futile." ”

The head of the sect had solemn eyebrows, and a middle-aged man in a white fish and dragon suit slowly rose into the night sky, and his voice spread for dozens of miles: "Elder Sword Shrine listens to the order and quickly goes to the Sword Pavilion to discuss matters; ”

For a time, the lights were bright and crowded.

The two brothers and sisters, Bu Chi and Bu Ku, woke up suddenly, and they didn't know what had happened.

What about the masters?