Chen Changxiao exhaled a breath, did not raise his head, his eyes flashed with complexity, rubbed off the remaining dry mud with his fingers, and said, "You, have you seen the whole process?"

"No, I was looking for medicinal herbs when I noticed a movement coming from me, and as I walked over, I saw you throwing your clothes down the hill. Ouyang Xiaoyu closed his eyes, his fingers were on his knees, and the Pure Lingqi quickly concentrated on him, and without waiting for a moment, he continued: "But you are also really ruthless, killing so quickly, cleanly, if it were me, it would be impossible for the people at the door to rush over and kill him, let alone run away." ”

Chen Changxiao listened, put away the nameplate, raised his eyes to look at him, his face was expressionless, and said, "Why do you want to help me?"

Ouyang Xiaoyu paused for a moment and blurted out, "No, whether you kill him or not has nothing to do with me, it's just that since I made friends with you last time, I just helped him." ”

Chen Changxiao squinted his eyes slightly, a little gratitude rose in his heart, stood up, and said with a smile: "Thank you." If my brother is fine, I'll leave first. Respectfully called his senior brother, didn't say anything more, walked to the door, raised his hand and was about to open the door, but was stopped by a shout.

"Wait, I did you a favor, how about you do me a favor too?"

turned around, and heard him say again: "Defeat Yun Yuqing for me." ”

"Defeat Yun Yuqing?" Chen Changxiao repeated, thinking that he had misheard.

"Yes!" A pair of words is firm and serious, without procrastination, Chen Changxiao leaned against the door helplessly, and the name of the number one on the strength list appeared in his eyes, the son of the head of the family, laughed at himself: "I, Chen Changxiao, am naturally not ungrateful, senior brother can change the requirements, Yun Yuqing's current cultivation is the peak of the Spirit True Realm, how can I endure him?"

"I believe in you. ”

Chen Changxiao smiled bitterly, Ouyang Xiaoyu opened his eyes and looked at the wall and said: "I will stay in this Qingjunmen for two years at most, and I will leave after two years, with my talent, it is impossible to catch up with him." At this, he turned his head, his eyes that seemed to be flashing with water streaks, "But you can, I want to see him lose." ”

After about a dozen breaths, Chen Changxiao turned his back away from the façade and said suspiciously: "You think too highly of me, besides, what is the meaning of doing this, could it be that there is some conflict between you?"

The person sitting cross-legged his hair and said, "I don't know him, and I don't know why, maybe I'm bored." ”

After speaking, there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes, he closed his eyes again, and without waiting for Chen Changxiao to speak, he continued: "You can go, I will keep it secret about you killing Lin Liufeng, if you are really embarrassed, you don't have to force it." ”

Chen Changxiao said hello, opened the door, held his footsteps, turned his head and whispered: "Defeat Yun Yuqing, I will do it, as for whether you can see it or not, I will do my best." ”

As soon as the words fell, accompanied by the sound of the door closing, Ouyang Xiaoyu's handprint was untied, his arms were put behind his head, and he lay back, looking in a very good mood.

"I'll wait for you. “

......

Time is like flowing water without any intention of passing, the white moon rises high, illuminating the world in the snow a piece of white, in the backyard of Zhushan Peak, a young white-clothed disciple holds a silver long sword in one hand, one move is like a shock, and the momentum is compelling.

The Cangling Sword was used freely in Chen Changxiao's hands, and the Yufeng Eleven and Qingjun swordsmanship cooperated with the Seven Shadow Steps with ease, and the steps under his feet were a few points faster than before.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Changxiao put away his sword and stood, and now he had practiced two sets of swordsmanship, and both of them were spiritual exercises, whether it was hunting demon beasts or fighting against the enemy, he could do it with ease. However, in the Xuanmen, after all, there will still be less experience, there is almost no confrontation between real swords and real swords, if the enemy of life and death is the same, it may be the same as Lin Liufeng's fate, Chen Changxiao experienced this very well when he experienced this, people can only grow faster in adversity, fight against the strong, survive on the verge of death, and become stronger.

Collapsed, Gu Ye came from the side, hanging a pot of bamboo tea in his hand, raised his head and throat rose and fell a few times, the tea grunted down his neck, and then spit out a breath of hot air, so comfortable. Holding the pot and shaking it, he handed it to Chen Changxiao, who took it and drank it all.

"It's another Xuanmen martial arts competition next month, how are you prepared?" Gu Ye waved his spiritual power in his hand, and the snow within a radius of several meters was blown dry, revealing the dry ground, and he rolled up the corners of his clothes and sat on the ground. ”

Gu Ye picked up a withered yellow bamboo leaf, blew it away in one breath, like an idle old man, and said leisurely: "Say it." ”

Chen Changxiao hesitated, he has been coming to Qingjunmen for almost half a year, these days, every day is 9 to 5 cultivation, has not stopped, although the cultivation has progressed, but since he experienced being chased and killed by the strong, he can't help but have doubts about Xuanmen, the disciples who can enter Qingjunmen, which is not talented, which is not hard work, but in the end, there are very few achievers, because these disciples are in Xuanmen, like a suckling rabbit staying in the nest, living a very comfortable life, not experiencing the life and death struggle outside, let alone accepting the bloody rain, how can such a person be strong？

Chen Changxiao killed Lin Liufeng with almost the same cultivation as the three swords, because he was like all the disciples in the sect, he was very powerful on the surface, but he didn't have much combat power. When Chen Changxiao thinks of this, he always falls into deep thought: If I stay here for three years, five years, or even ten years, what can I do? Maybe I can't have too high a height in my life.

Gu Ye continued to play with the dead leaves, as if waiting for the apprentice to speak. Chen Changxiao looked at the master and said very seriously: "I, I want to go out, leave here, and pursue a higher martial arts." ”

"Oh. Where to go?"

"Go to the outside world, this place is too small after all, just like a comfortable small space, even though it is rich in resources, but if you want to become strong, you should choose to face difficulties, rather than sit here for a lifetime. ”

Chen Changxiao's voice was very firm, as if a student was debating with his teacher. Gu Ye laughed, picked up a bamboo leaf again, and said, "Look at this bamboo leaf." ”

Speaking of this, he shook it off with one hand and floated in the air, waiting for it to fly away, and a flash of spiritual light flashed between them, and a trace of spiritual power stabbed into the bamboo leaf, instantly turning into fine ash and sprinkling on the ground. Gu Ye said: "This bamboo leaf is just like you now, thinking about the sky and the earth, but you didn't recognize yourself, and finally became a mess of dust."

Hearing this, Chen Changxiao's brows were slightly stunned, and he stopped talking, Gu Ye stood up, spread out his right hand, and a pot of bamboo tea appeared in his hand, raised the pot to drink, threw it to Chen Changxiao, and hurriedly walked away, while saying: "Your strength is not enough now, wait enough, I will let you out, you have only one life, on this mountain, I can protect you, but when you enter the rivers and lakes, you can only rely on yourself." “

As soon as the words fell, the old figure disappeared around the corner, Chen Changxiao held the warm kettle, shook his head, poured the tea in the pot, slapped the ground, the white light of the Cangling Sword drew an arc, and the wind was under his feet, just a sound of stabbing swords, it was the night dark and the wind was high.

According to the peak, a young man also dressed in white stood in the night wind, a two-foot-eight-inch long knife in his hand was conspicuous, the blade of the knife rotated, the bright moonlight was reflected out, flashed on several tall trees, and then the soles of his feet were forced, and the tip of the knife attached to the ground slashed violently, splashing a little mud, sticking to the trouser leg, the young man didn't care at all, the red spiritual power was spreading to the whole body and the blade, a flip and chop, the air seemed to be torn in half, twisted left and right, not slack, and a few knives were cut out, each knife was extremely domineering, like a mountain stone smashed out, a series of seven styles and twenty-one moves, with ease。 When you are done, put away the knife and close your eyes and breathe.

"Good!"

Not long after Chu Guoqiao closed his eyes, a familiar voice came.

"Master. ”

Yang Nie came with his hand, and Chu crossed the bridge and bowed slightly.

"Give me the knife. ”

The latter listened and stretched out one hand.

Yang Nie took it in front of him, his dark eyes were mirrored on the knife surface, and he looked at it slowly.

"Ten punishments, good knives!"

"Look!"

A word of admiration, and then a stroke in front of his eyes, the soles of his feet were empty, his arms were spread, his body quickly retreated, about twenty meters, his toes touched the ground, a sideways somersault, the sword was awesome, and the familiar moves entered the young man's pupils.

"Fire Cloud Knife Spectrum. ”

Chu Guoqiao muttered to himself, carefully watching every action, one style, two styles, to seven styles, compared with himself, it was a world of difference.

Cangjun Peak, Jiang Xiaoli sat in the moonlight, surrounded by red spiritual power outside his body, slowly rising, propping up his long black hair and floating in the air, revealing Shengxue's neck.

Slowly, a very real figure stood beside her, closed her eyes and waited, without disturbing. About a quarter of an hour, Jiang Xiaoli opened his eyes, his spiritual power was withdrawn, his long hair hung down on his shoulders, and he stood up.

"Master. ”

Yun Motian nodded and looked at the sky, and said softly: "There is still a month to be ranked in the next competition, probe your breath, and if it is more than half a month, you will break through." You are only sixteen years old, and you are in the middle of the Yuan Chu Realm, but you can know that you have appeared in my Qingjun Sect, and you are a genius that is rare in a hundred years. ”

Jiang Xiaoli was silent.

"I naturally know that you are here for a scroll of mental methods, and now that you have practiced, after the next competition, I will call your father and take you away. “

"Master......"

Jiang Xiaoli's watery eyes looked at Yun Motian, emitting a glimmer of flickering in the moonlight.

Yun Motian sighed lightly, turned his head and said: "You are a talent that can be created, although my Qingjunmen has a good reputation in this remote southern land, but looking at the mainland, we are just a drop in the ocean, you should contact a better Xuanmen and accept better resources, I think, this is also what the Jiang family master means." ”

Jiang Xiaoli lowered his head, his eyes were complicated, indeed, after successfully learning the mental method, his father would take him away uninvited, knowing this, Yun Motian still accepted her as a disciple at the beginning.

Jiang Xiaoli's knees weakened and knelt on the ground.

"A teacher for one day, a father for life. ”

Under the moonlight, Yun Motian showed a long-lost smile and said with interest: "I like you very much, this little girl, if it weren't for Yu Qing's mediocre talent, she would be too much older than you." ”

At this point, Jiang Xiaoli's cheeks flushed.

"Haha! Don't take it seriously, just talk about it!"

Yun Motian laughed twice and walked away.