Luo Bei'an vaguely felt that the senior brother's expression was not quite right, although he still looked cold, but it seemed to be a little deeper, but it was estimated that the experience in the spiritual realm was not very good, so he didn't think much about it, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's practice the sword!"

Liu Mingfei nodded, and the two of them landed on the ridge of the roof with a longitudinal cloud ladder, stepping on the wind, and in a few moments, they could fall in a plum forest.

"Do you want to feed your senior brother today?" Luo Bei'an unsheathed his sword, shook a flower shadow in his hand, and looked at Liu Mingfei.

Liu Mingfei was noncommittal, but the sword in his hand was pulled out with a swipe, and he put on a flying flower first pose.

That was a basic move that all beginner disciples had to learn, and he was no exception.

Even though Liu Mingfei's swordsmanship is ruthless, it is difficult to meet opponents among the inner disciples for the time being, but he only remembers the one and a half moves that his parents once taught him, after all, it is not complete, and the power is limited, no matter how much he practices the sword, it is only at this level, and it is difficult to make progress.

Luo Bei'an had a smile on his face, and he held his sword and forced him to pass, and he was entangled with Liu Mingfei.

"Senior brother has eaten artillery today?" Luo Bei'an blocked the blow with Juque, but his foot was knocked back a few steps by rubbing, and he completed pranayama in an instant, and raised Juque and asked.

An incomparably sharp and undisciplined sword move was Liu Mingfei's answer, and when Luo Bei'an was about to fight back, Liu Mingfei sneered his sword into the sheath, turned around coldly and left.

Luo Bei'an was sweaty and confused, and chased after him, "Why doesn't the junior brother practice?"

"When I'm in a bad mood, I like to find someone to practice swords, it's very cool, can you try again?"

Liu Mingfei stopped and turned her head to look at him.

All I could think of was the two blood-splattered heads, and him and his parents. The wound, which had been buried for too long, was torn open last night and was drenched in blood again.

He didn't dare to speak casually, because he didn't know if it was blood or tears that were spitting out. Full of sorrow and anger, I can't say anything to anyone.

Luo Bei'an pondered for a moment and said, "But what is in the spirit realm?"

Liu Mingfei's eyes were like injured little beasts at that moment, as if he was about to pounce on him for a duel, which made Luobei Anxin jump and almost took a step back.

However, Liu Mingfei only paused and lowered his head again.

That answer was so light that people thought it was an illusion, if it wasn't close, Luo Bei'an probably wouldn't have heard it.

Luo Bei'an thought about it, and said that the child was not injured, so I am afraid that he felt that he had run away in vain, and he couldn't help it, so he smiled, "Senior brother didn't find the baby?"

Liu Mingfei was stunned, he didn't expect him to guess in this regard, and he didn't have to make up some words to prevaricate.

"It's easy to do, I got a cheat, I haven't read it carefully, or what about you?"

"Senior brother?" Liu Mingfei was shocked and suspicious.

"Since we have no intention of practicing swords, let's go back first, and just give you the cheats. Luo Bei'an put his arm around his shoulders and gestured to leave.

"Senior brother, why do you want to give it to me, wouldn't it be better to keep it for yourself?" grabbed Luo Bei'an's wrist, and Liu Mingfei's heart beat fast. A secret book is too important for him, without a secret book, how many years and months can he take revenge by relying on the basic moves of the inner door? Although Feng Jun accepted him, he had only met a few times, and he never cared about him again.

In short, what a tragic word.

Luo Bei'an smiled, "I haven't even practiced the Twelve Styles of Flowing Wind taught by my master, what do I see him doing?"

The silk silk was only the size of a scarf in a girl's hand, and when it was unfolded, it was a meter square, densely outlining many sword moves with brown lines.

After browsing it, I only felt that it was extraordinary and exquisite, but it seemed to deviate from the common way, and it was very different from what the Sword Cultivator Immortal Master taught on weekdays.

I just didn't know what the name of this sword move was, so I looked at it over and over again, and there was no half a word on the silk.

Liu Mingfei put away the silk silk carefully, and a smile quietly appeared on her lips.

After Luo Bei'an gave the cheats to Liu Mingfei, he took out the porcelain bottle from under the pillow, and the two words written on the porcelain bottle were clearly - forget worries.

"Forget your worries? Luo Bei'an leaned in and smelled it, and didn't think there was any difference, thinking that this kind of elixir and something like that, a doctor like the little junior sister would like it, and was about to give it to Luo Luo, and remembered that Lin Hanshui, who was still lying on the collapse and couldn't get up.

"Forget it, let's give it to him. Lin Hanshui was so aggrieved that he went this time, not to mention that he didn't catch anything good, and he almost burped, so miserable that he couldn't see it. The little junior sister will see it fun in the future, so bring her a little more.

He tucked his worries back under his pillow. One arm rests on the back of the head, and the other hand taps rhythmically on the upturned leg.

He had been in the fifth order for a long time, and there were not too many Gu Yuan Dan issued by the sect, and most of them were left to his junior sister, causing his already weak realm to stagnate again and again.

If you want to come to cultivate immortals all the way, there is no shortcut, Luo Bei'an shook his head helplessly, thinking that such a thing as the realm still has to be meditated.

The courtyard was quiet, and the sword cultivation disciples next to him were probably all running to Merlin to practice their swords.

Luo Bei'an sat up straight, sat cross-legged, held yin and yang in his hands, and slowly closed his eyes, but he actually escaped into meditation, and an extremely clear spiritual power gradually lingered around his body, almost condensing into a cloud-like entity.

It is different from sword cultivation, and you can't run away from the class you should take. In a quiet classroom, there was no sound except for the extremely even breathing of the disciples who had fallen asleep.

I don't know what is wrong with the immortals in the sect, and with a convulsion, all the disciples who have started this year have added an extra section of early cultivation.

It is in front of the basic compulsory courses that only beginner disciples have to take, and a half-hour class is added.

For a while, all the new inner disciples sighed, and the sky was angry and resentful.

If you don't sleep until the end of the day, can you call it sleep?

But from today onwards, no one should try to sleep until they wake up naturally, it is best to raise a chicken in the yard and smell the chicken dancing every day, so as not to repair it too late.

The immortals stroked their beards and smiled with satisfaction, "Reviewing the past and learning the new can be a teacher." The black hair doesn't know how to study early, and the white head regrets studying late!"

Inner disciple heart: ......

"You can't be so pessimistic, just sleep in a different place. A disciple waved generously, indicating that he did not care.

Early the next morning, when he was pushed awake by the disciple next door, he was so angry that he couldn't wait to cover the visitor with a quilt and throw it aside, so as not to delay him from sleeping back to the cage!

"Brother, it's time to sleep in a different place!" the visitor looked blue and black, his expression was languished, the outside of the house was gray, and the dog in the yard had not even woken up.

Okay.

It's not as easy as the dog.