Purple Cloud View stands on the top of the hill in the center of the nameless island, hidden among several vigorous fruit trees, enters the grass hall, no one is visible, it is quiet, the pine and cypress are forested, the beautiful bamboo is lush, it is really a good place for Qing Xiu.

Between the halls and corridors, separated by the walls along the walls, into the moon cave door, the three of them picked up the stone bench and sit, Chang Qing and Chang Jing were responsible for serving tea, Chang Jing's face was still red and swollen, and he glanced at the sword with fear, and did not dare to pour tea for her.

"Second brother, these two are my unfilial disciples Chang Qing and Chang Jing, just the two of them are not reasonable, they misunderstood the second brother and this girl, brother, I will compensate you on behalf of the disciple." Middle-aged Taoist priest, no, Song Daoyan raised his glass and looked at Song Ting with a smile.

It turned out that this middle-aged Taoist priest was really Song Ting's brother, to be precise, he was the brother of "Song Xiucai" before Song Ting's soul pierced.

This middle-aged Taoist priest's real name is Song Yan, smart and clever since he was a child, Song Lian took a fancy to him, wanted him to study and enter the office, who knew that he was nine years old, he expressed his determination not to be an official, when he was eleven years old, he was taken away by a Taoist priest, came to this Ziyun Temple, Qing practice, because he was obsessed with this, there were no distracting thoughts, and he got the careful guidance of the Ziyun real person, and after ten years, he became a person on the Qilin list.

When Song Yan left home, Song Ting had just turned three years old, so now, the two naturally didn't know each other's appearance, and even if they met, they couldn't recognize each other. Now, after 19 years, I didn't expect to meet and recognize each other unexpectedly here, and for a while, the two of them sighed with emotion in their hearts.

Song Yan worshiped Ziyun Zhenren as his teacher, the Taoist name "Daoyan", and people who knew him called him Song Daoyan, so he simply abandoned the name "Song Yan" and called himself "Song Daoyan".

Song Daoyan can be said to be very fond of Song Ting's younger brother, when he was eleven years old, his little brother was three years old, and his biological mother left early, so he often held this little brother to breastfeed, watching his sucking action, he always showed the doting and love that should not belong to that age.

Now that the little brother has grown up and heard that he is also married, Song Daoyan is very relieved, and he is busy holding his hand, inviting him to Guanzhong, offering tea, and enthusiastically asking this and that, asking east and west.

Knowing that his two disciples did not distinguish between right and wrong, they actually misunderstood that his own brother was a thief who stole ginseng fruit, and immediately pretended to reprimand a few words, but in fact he was not really angry, he had always been unrestrained, pure and carefree, and it was very difficult to make him really angry. Now that the brothers are reunited, he is very happy in his heart, and it is too late to be happy, let alone really angry.

Song Ting also raised his glass, toasted to his "elder brother", and said with a smile: "Chang Qing and Chang Jing must have been taken by the eldest brother, right?" Get it well! The eldest brother doesn't have to apologize on their behalf, after all, they are still young and ignorant of the world, so it's no wonder they are. It's just that this thief who stole the ginseng fruit, don't you pursue it, big brother? ”

Song Daoyan stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Actually, that ginseng fruit is just an ordinary fruit, if you steal it, let them steal it, there are not many residents here, usually you pick mine, I pick yours, it's nothing."

Youjian couldn't help but sneer at this time: "It's really a poor mountain and bad water, you steal mine, I steal yours, it's not a problem?"

Song Daoyan glanced at the Phantom Sword and said with a smile: "Girl, your swordsmanship is the 'Ice and Snow Divine Sword' of the Great Snow Mountain?" ”

Youjian said: "The Ice and Snow Divine Sword is my master."

Song Daoyan twisted his beard and said: "No wonder, no wonder ......"

Fang Cai Youjian did not use swordsmanship, but Song Daoyan saw at a glance who her sword mage was inherited, for this, Song Ting was extremely curious, so he asked.

Song Daoyan explained that when martial arts are practiced to a certain level, they will have their own styles, and from one move and one style, you can see which sect and school they come from and who they are taught from.

After listening to his explanation, Song Ting's enlightenment and enlightenment will be understood, which is like writing articles and poems, but if you don't reach that realm, you can't write that style, and as soon as you write that style, you know whether you are Li Du, or Su Liu, or learn from any of them.

Song Daoyan asked a few words about the current situation of the "Ice and Snow Divine Sword", but the ghost sword did not get the flying pigeon to pass the book, so he didn't know.

Song Daoyan said with a smile: "Next year will be another Qilin Pavilion competition, I don't know what changes will happen to these twenty-four masters?"

Youjian said: "Master, her old man will not go next year."

Song Daoyan exclaimed: "Oh, why is this?"

Youjian pouted and said, "My hair is gray from practice, and I don't want to be seen......

Hearing this, Song Ting and Song Daoyan both laughed, and Song Ting even felt that this so-called twenty-four masters of the Qilin List was probably the twenty-four freaks of the Qilin List, and he didn't know what skills Nangong Xue practiced, and he could practice until his hair was white, which reminded him of the white-haired witch Jade Rakshasa .

"Master, she's angry, you still laugh ......" Youjian muttered dissatisfiedly, and couldn't help but reach out again to twist Song Ting's arm.

This action fell into Song Daoyan's eyes, only to see his fingers flick and bounce up a dust silk, the dust silk was like a vast amount of energy, suddenly fluttering, a majestic and domineering power leaked out, and the ghost sword was defenseless and fell from the stone bench.

Song Ting hurriedly went to help her, her face flushed, she realized her mistake, and bullied his younger brother in front of the master of the unicorn list, this kind of thought...... It's stupid indeed.

Song Ting couldn't understand these small movements, and thought that the ghost sword really fell. Seeing that her sword was flushed and bright like a peach blossom, I thought it was because his hand touched her soft waist, so he hurriedly let go of his hand, pulled her wrist and sat down on the stone bench.

Song Daoyan coughed lightly, looked at Youjian, and the meaning was very clear, "You little girl, don't bully my brother ......", Youjian glared at the innocent eyes, bit his lower lip, and then glared at Song Ting.

Song Ting was speechless in his heart, what are you staring at me for? What if I didn't take you? Too lazy to bother with you.

He hurriedly turned his head to talk to Song Daoyan, "Big brother, there is something, I want to talk to you alone." ”

"Oh? Chang Qing, Chang Jing, you two go down first. ”

"Yes, Master."

Song Daoyan withdrew two apprentices.

Song Ting said softly to Youjian: "Youjian, you should also go out and wait for a while."

"Hmph." The ghost sword snorted coldly, glanced at him dissatisfiedly, stood up, took the sword, and went out with a snort.

It was quiet and silent, occasionally you could hear insects and birds, the breeze came slowly, the bamboo leaves swayed slightly, and all around were shrouded in a quiet atmosphere, and after a while, I finally heard someone speak.

"Big brother, I have something to ask for......"

"If the second brother has something, just say it directly, as long as the eldest brother can do it, he will definitely do it for you."

"Well, then I'll thank you big brother first. Here's the thing......"

“……”

Outside the corridor, Youjian's ears were close to the wall and eavesdropping, she was already deaf and clear, and her hearing was excellent, even if she was talking five feet away, she could hear it clearly, but at this moment there seemed to be an invisible resistance, an invisible big hand covered her ears, interfering with her hearing, she was stunned and heard vaguely, what "princess", what "horse", what "Liangshan"......

She couldn't hear clearly, so she simply gave up eavesdropping, and there were yellow plums growing on the tree next to her, so she picked one casually, tasted it, it was sour, and after throwing it away, she shook all the plums of the whole tree.

Chang Qing and Chang Jing were dumbfounded, but they didn't dare to say anything.

(End of chapter)