"Pity my sister!"

Before the figure fell, Li Xunling, the senior sister of the Wood Sect, stepped on the flying feather and fell to the door of the water sect's Chu Xinpian boudoir.

The door opened.

Li Xunling's eyes tightened, and then the mandarin duck eyebrows curled, Danfeng's eyes were elongated, his lips and teeth were smiling, and he walked into the elegant gatehouse in front of him gracefully.

"Yo! Excuse the two of you. ”

Li Xunling looked at the men and women in the room and said with a smile.

"Senior sister, then I'll say goodbye first. ”

Yun Jiuye picked up the spirit ring on the table and turned around to leave.

"Not necessarily. ”

Chu Xinlian called Yun Jiuye, and then said to Li Xunling:

"Senior Sister Li can just say something directly, and she will listen to it with pity. ”

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point. ”

Li Xunling immediately put away her smile, as if she had changed into a different person, and said coldly:

"The Great Sect Master Furnace Ancestor asked you and me to go to the Fire Immortal Sect to get back the Blood Raven Banner, and we will leave early tomorrow morning, and I will inform you in advance so that you can get ready. ”

Before she finished speaking, Li Xunling had already stepped on the flying feather and broke through the air, as if staying in the Water Sect for a moment would make her unbearable.

Looking at the fleeting figure of Li Xunling, who came and went in a hurry, Yun Jiuye asked:

"What's going on?"

Chu Xinlian frowned picturesquely, folded his two jade hands, gently placed them on his lower abdomen, and said slowly:

"The Lihuo Immortal Sect is also a well-known Immortal Sect on the Chasing Sun Island, and its sect master, the Rakshasa Ancestor, was once a close friend of the Furnace Lai Ancestor. ”

"Three hundred years ago, the Lihuo Immortal Sect was attacked by a huge tsunami, and in order to keep the sect, the Rakshasa Ancestor borrowed the Blood Raven Banner from the Furnace Ancestor to suppress the tsunami. ”

"And the one who caused the tsunami was actually a sea snake demon, and the purpose of this demon was to devour the monks to enhance their cultivation. ”

"For the sake of the sect, the Rakshasa Ancestor finally died with the Great Demon, and at that time, the Furnace Ancestor went to help and was also seriously injured, so he went back to the Immortal Sect to recuperate. ”

After that, the new sect leader of the Fire Immortal Sect, Qiu Ming Ancestor, hid the Blood Raven Banner privately, and told him that the disciple was his magic weapon. ”

"In the past three hundred years, the Furnace Ancestor has gone to ask for it many times, but to no avail. Later, the ancestor sent his disciples to ask for it every year, saying that if anyone could give him back, he would reward him with a hundred turns of purple jade holy pill. ”

"The Hundred Turns Purple Jade Saint Pill can help the monk break through the realm of cultivation, and the higher his cultivation, the higher the benefit. ”

Therefore, at the beginning, a group of disciples volunteered, but they were unsuccessful. So, gradually, no one spontaneously went anymore. ”

"Seeing this, the ancestor personally appointed someone to go, and every year he sent many disciples to pursue it without stopping, and he vowed not to give up, even I have been there a few times. ”

After Yun Jiuye listened, he walked slowly to the window with his hands in his hands and looked up at the vast cloud sky.

At this moment, he was a little flustered, suddenly sad, and his back was like a dead wood that had been through vicissitudes for a long time, with endless loneliness.

The Rakshasa Ancestor is not just a close friend of the Furnace Ancestor......

Back then, in order to preach, the Rakshasa ancestor followed his ass all day long and begged himself to give him guidance.

Also, why did the little snake do such a thing......

Tyumen Ancestor ......

He seemed to understand the true meaning of Lu Lai to send Chu Xinlian to go again this time, and the drunkard's intention was not to drink.

"Senior sister, why don't you take me with you in the afternoon. ”

His tone was extremely light at the moment, like the thinnest fog in the forest in the evening, like the whitest frost on the withered grass in the twilight of autumn.

"Good ......"

Chu Xinpian suddenly breathed and couldn't remember the rest of the words.

She only felt that the shadow of the young man in front of her was so heavy and bleak, like a snowy ridge in the wilderness, and like a cold rain pouring ink in the middle of the night.

Flowing clouds obscure the sun, dim and floating.

Yun Jiuye quietly returned to the room, put all the magic weapon cheats accumulated in the room into the spirit ring, his gaze stayed on a palm-sized golden cymbal and looked at it a few more times, and then put it in.

By the time he had finished, he sat down at the table and placed the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

At this time, Bai Xiaofeng rushed in in a hurry.

"Senior brother, I heard that you are going to follow your senior sister to the Fire Immortal Sect, could it be that you are also interested in the Hundred Revolutions Purple Jade Saint Pill?"

"However, it is said that the Tyuming Ancestor is extremely scoundrel, and the disciples who went in the past not only could not get back the Blood Crow Banner, but also had to paste the magic weapon on their bodies upside down. ”

"It's as notorious as our master's Qingzhu Immortal Venerable, don't you know?"

Bai Xiaofeng held his breath and purred, gesturing while talking, and finally did not forget to take the opportunity to bury his master.

Yun Jiuye looked at Bai Xiaofeng suspiciously, and said:

"You're quite gossipy, and you know everything ugly. ”

Bai Xiaofeng smiled, and didn't hear whether he was praising himself or laughing at himself for a while, so he waved his hand and said:

"Concession and concession. ”

He got to Yun Jiuye's side, hooked his shoulder, and said with a smile:

"I, Bai Xiaofeng, dare to wade the muddy waters of the Water Sect, so naturally I am not afraid of the Fire Immortal Sect. ”

"Why don't you tell Senior Sister and take me there too!

"When the time comes, the pill will be divided into half for you, how about it?"

Yun Jiuye smiled faintly, it had been a long time since anyone had hooked up with him, he thought about it and said:

"Why don't you say it yourself?"

Bai Xiaofeng's eyes rolled, and then he pulled Yun Jiuye's left hand, and said with a smile:

"I saw that Senior Sister has an identical spirit ring on her hand, and I have long been aware of the relationship between the two of you. ”

Yun Jiuye remained silent and did not explain, then took out a pair of silk gloves from the spirit ring, threw them on the table at random, and said:

"You're good at palms, take this pair of gloves. ”

Bai Xiaofeng had already quickly taken the glove the moment it fell on the table, and he couldn't put it down and looked back and forth, feeling the wisps of spiritual intent coming from the glove.

"Where did you get this? It's not ordinary at first glance, and what's the name of this glove?"

Yun Jiuye patted him on the shoulder and said slowly:

"It's just a name, you can just choose one yourself, if you really want to leave the Fire Immortal Sect, you should say it yourself, Senior Sister is a good person, she will agree." ”

Bai Xiaofeng put away his gloves, touched his chin lightly, then nodded, and said:

"That being the case, then I don't mind being cheap and selling well, but I still have to thank my senior brother for the gift, and I know that I didn't see the wrong person at the beginning. ”

"Farewell, senior brother!"

As soon as the words fell, Bai Xiaofeng had already jumped out of the door and rushed towards Chu Xinlian's room.

Yun Jiuye sat at the table and closed his eyes in meditation.

Si Qiuming, don't come unharmed......

I didn't expect your temper to change at all, you are still the same scoundrel, when you cried and shouted and begged me for advice, I never agreed because of your stubborn nature.

To this day, don't you understand?

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At dusk, the mist of the valley curls and dyes the afterglow of the setting sun, and the whole mountain range seems to be draped in a hazy fluttering light veil, reflecting the flowing clouds wrapped in red glow on the horizon.

At the top of the peak, at the highest point of the cloud peak, on the towering blue rock that stood proudly, there stood a lonely man, haunted by the mist in the sky.

A simple and plain white dress, a mysterious bead.

"It's a pity today, it's a pity to be in the past!"

The man held the still blood-drenched horn in his hand, and the blood danced in the wind, staining his white fluttering clothes.

And he seemed to be full of indifference, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an exaggerated arc.

The sky flashed, and the people had gone through the clouds.