Bai Muyun suddenly opened his eyes, and his heart was like a stormy wave. This was completely different from the voice that Bai Muyun had heard in the Purple Bamboo Forest Illusion before, full of the feeling of extreme vicissitudes.

"You...... Is it 'Qing Ji Huan' that doesn't skip words. She quickly calmed down, and tried to ask in her mind with her consciousness.

"My name is Qingji." The muffled voice dragged on for a long time.

"You...... How could you? The Fei Lian and Candle Yin she thought of were also medium-grade immortal weapons, but nothing like this had ever happened

"I'm waiting for someone who is destined." The voice brought some buzzing sound, and the shaking white wood cloud was a little dizzy.

"Am I your destined person?" She asked, rather curiously.

"We can't be sure until you find my descendants." The voice seemed to have some emotion.

"Posterity?" Bai Muyun's heart moved, "Are you Su Yan or that beast?" ”

"Su Yan is my dear friend."

Bai Muyun knew in his heart that this voice really came from the spirit that was sealed in the Qingji ring.

"To find your descendants?"

"This is a condition for the use of the power of my ring."

"You have been dead for 3,000 years, how can you be sure that there are descendants?"

As soon as she came up with this, she regretted it a little. Wouldn't that anger the machine spirit?

Sure enough, the voice was silent for a while, and then it sounded again, but at this time, it was unwilling for three thousand years...... Not long. It takes thousands of years for our kind to take shape. ”

Bai Muyun was shocked in his heart, can beasts live for a thousand years?

"If you find my descendants, you will be my destined person. I am willing to give all my strength to help achieve a wish. ”

A qiē wish, this one sounds very tempting. But......

"What if I don't find it?"

"Soul of Eater, keep waiting." The deep voice was cold.

This...... It will be so

Bai Muyun only realized at this time that he had been in such a hurry in Lan Yao Pavilion before

For the sake of the momentary desire for strength and victory, he did not make any verification of this "Qingji Ring", and put it directly on his body, if this machine spirit was about to be devoured now......

But now, even if he regrets it in his heart, Bai Muyun understands that now is definitely not the time to reflect.

"But I'm still very weak," she said slowly, her thoughts racing, "I'm afraid I can't leave here until I've reached the bottom of my rope and go looking for your descendants." ”

"You are really weak. I've been waiting for a thousand years, so what's the point of waiting any longer? There was finally a hint of relief in his voice.

"That'...... Will you protect me during this time? Bai Muyun tried to ask.

"If your life is in danger, you can call me by name." There was something arrogant in his voice.

Is this a promise?

Although Bai Muyun didn't fully understand, this answer at least showed that this spirit of jealousy had promised to give some protection in times of crisis.

"If I can only get into the details after 200 years, you will also protect me without skipping words. She was not very relieved, and asked again.

Actually, she thought very simply. Master had said before that if he stagnated in the condensation layer, a cultivator would only be able to live for about two hundred years at the longest. And in the micro layer, it cannot break through, and it can only live for 400 years.

Then, if it agrees, it will not only be able to find a guarantee of survival in the first two hundred years, but also have two hundred years of abundance to find its so-called descendants

On second thought, it seems that there is nothing to lose. She rolled her eyes, and she also got a medium-grade immortal weapon.

Bai Muyun suddenly felt that this reckless move in the dark seemed to be an opportunity.

"Okay, I promise you." She said word for word, "Then can you promise me?" ”

"I am the only beast in the world for Qingji, and there is no possibility of breaking my word." The voice was cold and disdainful.

"Okay, I'm you." In fact, she also understands that even if it doesn't keep its word, it can't help anything.

"Do you have a way to increase my strength?" She changed the subject.

The voice did not respond, but she suddenly felt a sudden chill at her ankle, and a red light flashed in front of her eyes, and a bunch of small words flashing silver appeared in her mind inexplicably.

"The Trick of Interpretation"...... She looked at the words as if they were fantasies, and finally formed a line of formulas.

"Su Yan wrote this decision with his life's cultivation, and I can take him as an apprentice." The voice said abruptly.

"Yes...... I already have a Master. Bai Muyun frowned. If she betrayed her teacher for the sake of this mantra, she would never agree.

"When Erda is in order, all you have to do is go to his grave and pay respects. Su Yan has not received a single apprentice in his life, so he can have a heart. ”

Bai Muyun's heart was suddenly a little moved.

From the few words in "Lan Yao's Weapon Chronicles", she had already guessed that this beast had a deep relationship with Su Yan, and now she had fully felt the kind of sincere friendship she had read about in the book.

"Thank you, senior," Bai Muyun replied solemnly.

Although she has never experienced this kind of feeling, she can have this heart and intention for others, and this act alone is enough to get her Bai Muyun's respect

On a July morning, the peak of Danxia is shrouded in mist, reflecting the lush green and pink white of rhododendrons.

Bai Muyun was in good spirits, and just after Yin Shi, he came to the place where he practiced flying swords on weekdays. But before she could stand firmly, she stood still, staring intently at the woods beside her.

A white figure wandered through the woods like a dragon, with black hair like a waterfall and sleeves like butterflies, dancing up and down in the air with the wind, and an invisible and powerful momentum rippled around with the man in white as the center. The sky was full of rain all around, and a bow-shaped long sword shot out in all directions, making bursts of whistling sounds, stabbing a thousand sharp arcs in the air.

He Muhua took the soul of the town, turned around to look at Bai Muyun, and said with a smile Yun'er is so early today? ”

Today, he is dressed in a snow-white robe with wide sleeves that hang to the ground. The light came in from the branches, and his whole person seemed to exude a faint soft halo at this time.

"Morning, Master," Bai Muyun came back to his senses and responded.

"Come," He Muhua beckoned to her, "take out your flying away and practice swords for your teacher." ”

Bai Muyun stepped forward quickly, took out the white flying sword from the storage bag, and danced the fifty styles of the Shangqing Mountain Sword Technique in front of the master.

"Yun'er," He Muhua nodded after reading it carefully, "Your swordsmanship has improved a lot. But in terms of the power and retraction of the sword, the essence has not yet been touched. Now, you can try to stab one of them before they hit the ground. As soon as the words fell, He Muhua waved his left hand into the air, and a small invisible whirlwind appeared in the woods for an instant, and this wind rained down on Bai Muyun with a few leaves and rhododendron petals.

Bai Muyun's gaze froze, and his right wrist flipped and raised his sword to quickly stab at a pink petal floating in the air. But helplessly, the petals were too soft, and the breeze brought by the blade of the sword gently changed the direction of the petals, making her miss the sword. Immediately afterward, she quickly stabbed the second and third swords, until the seventh sword unfortunately fell to the ground intact and unharmed.

Bai Muyun's brows furrowed, looking at He Muhua, not admitting defeat, Master, I'll try again"

He Muhua nodded in agreement, and a few more petals fell.

Bai Muyun did not stab a single target this time, but stabbed different petals six times in a row, but the result was still the same.

Her eyebrows were almost wrinkled together, and she tried again. ”

The corners of He Muhua's mouth curled slightly, his left hand flickered, and a few petals fell. No matter how Bai Muyun sped up, even tossing and turning, the long sword slashed forward and backward, but in the end, it failed to stab any of the petals.

"Yun'er, strength is very important, but you must also learn to use speed to retract your strength." He Muhua stepped forward to hold her wrist with his hand, and the slender finger on his other hand pointed at her big arm, and said with slight force, "When you need to use violent force, even if you use the fastest speed and the greatest strength, you still have to leave a moment when you miss a blow, and you can withdraw your strength." ”

Looking at the bright brilliance in Bai Muyun's eyes, he continued, 'If the moon is full, it will be lost'. You must remember this. Look closely, I'll just demonstrate it once."

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind appeared again, rolling up a green leaf and slowly falling from the branch. He Muhua jumped slightly, dodged away from Bai Muyun's side, and gently slashed at the air next to the leaves with his Soul Suppression Sword, and the leaves were pushed aside by the air flow under this seemingly gentle movement.

A sword flower overflowing with cold light pierced out of He Muhua's right hand, and a ray of light traveled across the sword body, and the leaf slid behind him with the surging of air. I saw him turn around suddenly, the black hair and white clothes twisted a circle of waves in the air, and the long sword in his hand drew a dazzling semicircle, which instantly slashed out diagonally, like a fierce spirit snake.

The sword qi erupted like a rainbow, but it suddenly closed to one point, condensed on the tip of the sword, flicked at the root of the blade, and slapped it forward. He immediately returned his sword, jumped lightly, and turned around to pull out a beautiful sword flower.

A breeze blew, and the fallen leaf swirled and flew to his chest. He Muhua stepped back, flipped his right wrist downward, and the blade of the sword was like a bamboo, splitting the leaves into two in an instant.

He took another half step, shook his sword and stabbed straight at it, and after the tip of the sword struck one of the petals, he swept the sword horizontally, and then split the remaining half of the leaf into two parts. The spotless white robe was swept up by his windy footwork.

At this time, a few more azalea petals quietly fell around him. He didn't break them one by one, but jumped up on the spot, the whole person flew up in the air, and his wrist quickly flicked the soul sword to rotate in the air, like a dragon and snake flying for nine days, bringing up a circle of sword qi, accompanied by the cold light of the sword blade, and the slashing space generally solidified all the petals in the small world.

When He Muhua's figure reached the highest point, he raised the long sword with his right hand and raised it above his head, and with both hands clasped the hilt of the sword straight into the air from top to bottom, the tip of the sword swept straight into the air, directly chopping the last remnants of the original half of the leaf into the air.

By the time all the petals had broken into thin pieces and scattered in the dirt, the Soul Calming Sword had returned to his side.

He Muhua's complexion did not change, as if he had never moved his body, his long hair shimmered with a faint luster like black jade, and he was softly draped behind him, setting off his skin as white as porcelain, and his long eyebrows and phoenix eyes exuded cold arrogance and loneliness.

He was cold and pressing, and he was full of the momentum of arrogance in the world.

Bai Muyun's heart suddenly stopped, and suddenly beat wildly. I don't know if I was deeply shocked by his series of actions in one go, or I was shocked by his high-mindedness, admiration, and admiration that did not belong to the world at this time.

After a long time, she came to her senses, slowly lowered her head to look at the fine petals and leaves at his feet, and used the tip of her sword to pestle the ground, constantly drawing curves back and forth along these landing points, muttering in her mouth that when the moon is full, it is lost, and when the water is full, it overflows, and there is room for rigidity and softness......"

When He Muhua heard her whispering, he was very impressed in his heart. Although this disciple has only been cultivating for four months, he has read poetry and books since he was a child, and his understanding is extremely high. is really smart and smart, as long as she can work steadily, the future is limitless

"Master, let me try again," came her firm voice.

"Okay, Yun'er. Today, even if all the leaves and petals fall for you, it will be worth it for the teacher."

As soon as the words fell, a few leaves fell. Bai Muyun didn't stop, his mind reflected He Muhua's smooth moves and styles just now, skillfully controlling his strength, moving lightly under his feet, raising his sword to stab at ......

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