It was still that kind of warm and kind tone, and Qian's meaningless words flowed into the ears of the two like soft water: "I'm not your master, I can't teach any big truths, I just know not to underestimate this ordinary exercise." ”

He looked up at the sky, and it seemed that he was not looking at the sky, but those memories that were gradually fading: "When I was your age, I cultivated at dawn and dark, no matter whether it was heavy rain or heavy snow, no matter what hardships I endured, I was always cultivating, and autumn and winter did not stop. ”

He lowered his head, and his goshawk-like gaze grabbed the young man: "You can cultivate in the fairy realm, that is, you can pin the future of the sect on you, don't waste these resources, you can't imagine what the sect has paid for these." ”

The young man Nuo Nuo should be, even the girl in red looked ashamed, and a touch of crimson appeared on her face, as if she had been smeared with a layer of red rouge. Senior Brother Qian was relieved to see that the attitude of the two had changed, and then he exhaled a long breath.

"You are the future of the Fengtian Sect." Qian sighed meaninglessly, stretched out his hand, and a gray streamer flew from a distance, turned twice around his body in a perfect arc, and then stood in front of him, like a nimble gray snake.

He stretched his hand forward, his face solemn. His hands trembled, as if the air had turned into substance, blocking his next move, but Qian Wuwu's face was full of calm. Finally, he grabbed the Gray Flying Sword, his natal flying sword.

The moment he grabbed the flying sword, a sky-high arrogance rose, Qian Wusense's face was full of pride, and the sword intent followed the pride upward, as if to tear a wound in the sky. His eyes were full of stars.

"Whoever stands in my way will be destroyed with a sword!" Qian roared meaninglessly, like a moment before a leopard pounced, and like a lion stepping on its prey announcing, "Look at it! He waved his hand forward, slowly, as if there was an invisible wall ahead.

The gray flying sword suddenly trembled, like the wings of a hummingbird. An ancient murmur sounded, and the flying sword no longer trembled, but there was a hint of slaughter and withering. With a crisp and loud sound, the flying sword stirred the wind and clouds and flew forward violently.

The piercing sonic boom echoed in the ears of every disciple in the fairyland. The flying sword turned into a streamer, slicing through the ground and plowing a neat straight line. Dust rose with the dirt, but it was broken by the flying sword.

The width of the sword was only a few inches, but the sword qi spread for a hundred meters, and with the impact of the flying sword, countless iron and wood stakes broke in response, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror, as if it was cut down with the sharpest knife and axe, just like the scene of a disaster. With the useless power of money, he actually leveled a hundred meters.

The snow-white sword qi finally contracted violently at the end, turning into an ordinary small sword, as if this chaos was not caused by it. Qian pointlessly stretched out his hand, and the gray flying sword circled with great aura for a few minutes, and then returned to his hand.

The boy and girl were dumbfounded, and the momentum that seemed to shake everything out echoed in their minds. They all couldn't help but think about what would happen if they were the ones who faced this blow? They shuddered.

"That's why I'm waiting!" Qian shouted uselessly, like a thunderbolt, "I'm waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to make a sword!" At this point, my sword technique has finally ascended to the Hall of Elegance, and I, money is meaningless, and I have completely mastered the natal flying sword! ”

The gray flying sword circled around him, and the sword chanted like a phoenix, and the silver light was blazing, as if the dust covering the gray flying sword had been wiped away, revealing the bright silver hidden underneath. Silver light surrounded the money senselessly, floating like a fairy.

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A wisp of green smoke rose from the teacup, twisting and twisting, like a swimming dragon made of a small strip of mist. A white palm stretched out, twisted the teacup, blew it next to his mouth, and then took a small sip.

Qian Wuwu held the teacup and stared at the table in front of him. On the table made of Xuanmu was placed a whole chessboard made of white jade, on which the black and white were scattered, but it could still be seen that the white child had a big advantage, and the black child was like a black snake that was choked by seven inches, weak.

Suddenly, his expression moved, his body suddenly tensed, and then he slowly relaxed, and he smiled bitterly: "Master, can you not be like a ghost every time you appear, so elusive?" I can't stand the scare. ”

Behind him, a pale monk with an eagle's beak-like nose and no wrinkles on his face, but with fluttering white hair and a shiny beard, appeared out of thin air and patted the moneyless shoulder.

The monk had an old-fashioned face, like an ancient pine that did not sway in the wind, and only showed a smile when he saw his beloved disciple: "I can appear whenever I want, you don't care." ”

Qian Wuxian seemed to be familiar with the strength of his master, smiled wryly and reached out to take a cup of tea, placed it across the table, and made an inviting gesture: "Come, taste this tea, the tea is a good tea, worthy of you." ”

The corners of Fang Heyu's mouth rose slightly, sat down with a big grin, picked up the teacup, and drank it all. He calmly commented, "It's good tea, but since we are all immortal cultivators and don't feel the hot mouth, why do we have to grind like those hypocritical scribes?" ”

Qian Wusense's smile became more and more bitter, and he picked up the teacup: "It seems that giving you tea is like giving a cow a peony, which is not suitable." Tea is bitter, just like this world, and like this way of cultivating immortals. Sweetness, you can barely give people comfort, these need to be savored. ”

He raised the teacup and rubbed it like a piece of jade. After thinking about it, he sighed helplessly, raised his head and drank it all. "That's right." The corners of Fang Heyu's mouth twitched slightly, he didn't seem to smile often, and what he said sounded a little lame.

"Sometimes you shouldn't be so hesitant. Hear the most primitive voice in your heart, move your mind with your heart, move your body at will, and move your sword with you. Sometimes, you have to let go of something in order to become enlightened. Fang Heyu shook his head and said like a private school teacher.

His long sleeves were uneven in the blowing of the passing wind, like a continuous mountain range. Fang Heyu waved his sleeves and sat down, grabbed one hand in the void, and a crystal sunspot was suddenly tightly twisted by him on his fingertips.

He gently placed Kuroko on a square of the chessboard, and suddenly, Kuroko came to life, and the black snake broke free from the siege of Shiroko and turned into a black dragon. is just a son of Fang He Yu, and he can see the sun in an instant.

"Bang bang." Qian Wuxian was full of admiration, and applauded loudly, "The master's sword is not old." ”

His eyes were fixed on the chessboard, but his hands were unconsciously stroking his silver sword, his natal flying sword