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Since he never left, Shen Luochen has not entered the water and rice all day and night, and the door has been wide open, for fear of missing the slightest movement of Weiyang, his heart, ears and eyes are more intense than all the voices on the third floor.

At the slightest sound, he rushed to the door, and returned disappointed again and again.

He stood at the window, and stood all night.

The out-of-focus eyes were red from torment, and the green stubble was revealed. Yunxi has been here a few times, and when he rushes over to look at someone who is not what he is waiting for, he will nod politely, and then return to the window and look into the distance blankly.

Yunxi didn't know the details of this, and he didn't know why the white-clothed boy would make a move on Shen Luochen, hurt people, and then suddenly left. She was born gentle and soft, although the person in front of her was her future pillow person, but she was reluctant to ask him what he didn't want to say.

Shen Luochen had never seen the meal delivered on time, and Yunxi felt a little sorry for him.

"Brother Luochen, eat while it's hot, you haven't eaten for a day and night, and your body can't stand it!" Yunxi's voice is soft, and he is good at persuading.

Shen Luochen didn't look back, and said lightly after a while: "Xi'er, don't be busy, your body is already weak, go and rest!" ”

Although he cared about it, Yunxi heard the refusal. She remained silent and went out with her overnight meal.

The sky was faint, and Shen Luochen sighed softly in a no-man's land, "Weiyang, I really didn't mean it!" "The voice is hoarse, and the body is lonely.

When Qin Yan came, he saw such a scene.

Shen Luochen, who has been indifferent to everything since he was a child, has never seen this lost soul at this time.

I didn't know what kind of mood he was in, Qin Yan approached the window in three steps and two steps, and stretched out his hand to open Shen Luochen's collar, and then the hand fell weakly.

"Senior brother?" Shen Luochen looked at Qin Yan, a little surprised and a little puzzled.

"Where's the cold cui gourd?" Qin Yan's face was like frost, and his voice was like ice.

Shen Luochen touched his neck, looked down at his chest, and his mind was full of Weiyang's shadow, "I'm giving it away!" The corners of his lips are slightly curved, and although he is embarrassed, his eyes are surprisingly bright.

"That's a token of Yanshan Snow Valley, are you sure you sent it to the right person?" Qin Yan slowly reined in his temper and pursed his lips.

Shen Luochen didn't answer, and held the piece of purple jade with tassels hanging on his belt into the palm of his hand, and his bones turned white.

"Senior brother, I forgot that I had a marriage contract, and I forgot that I couldn't give her any promises. But she's already in me, and I can't forget it! Shen Luochen held the position of his heart with one hand, and lost his soul.

Qin Yan listened to Shen Luochen's words and instantly thought of his situation. What qualifications did he have to question him, and he himself could not give it, but he also fell, and he could not forget.

There was a slight tremor in his body, and he deliberately controlled it and walked away quickly.

On a building ship anchored, in a hidden dark room, Weiyang was being counted down by a person, "Think about how beautiful my Xiaoyao Valley used to be, I just hid in the mountains and forests for decades, but now I have accepted such a useless little ghost head from you, alas, the master is unlucky!" ”

While counting and falling, he attacked in his palm, and the flame in his palm was swooping, and he helped Weiyang to put his palm on her palm, and the other hand quickly counted the points on her body, and then concentrated on the exercise.

Half an hour later, he slowly finished his work, "The apprentice of that little ghost in Xuegu still has some ability, and the injuries in his internal organs are well controlled." ”

Weiyang can meditate on his own, and he has not stopped for two hours, and has run the Red Flame Heart Technique from beginning to end several times, and the previously blocked acupoints have been unblocked, and his skills have improved a lot instead of decreasing.

After finishing the work, she fell into the bed and went to sleep again, the injury was healed, her heart was still hurting, she didn't want to wake up.

"You dead little ghost, if you go to sleep again, you will miss the martial arts conference, won't you come for nothing?" The man was a little annoyed and yelled at Weiyang.

Weiyang let him be fierce, and he didn't keep quiet, just thinking about his thoughts.

The man hated that iron could not be made of steel, and stretched out his hand to pull Weiyang, "You get up for me, sit down!" ”

Weiyang struggled a few times, but she didn't move at all, she struggled with enough internal strength, but she still couldn't break free, she opened a corner of her eye with some curiosity to look at the person, an old man with white hair and delicate clothes was looking at her sideways.

Weiyang's first feeling was that he had seen this person. After a closer look, she sat up from the bed and pouted with disgust on her face, "Liar! ”

That person was the one who had robbed her of her belt that day.

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Your piece of broken jade can't even be exchanged for altar wine, and you dare to say that I am a liar!" ”

"Liar!" Weiyang pulled his sleeves, "This cloth is Wujun Yunjin, every inch of brocade is gold, hum!" ”

"Yo, the little ghost is a knowledgeable person! I'll just say, how can I accept a useless little ghost in my Xiaoyao Valley! The old man was not angry and was scolded as a liar.

Weiyang looked at the old man again from head to toe, raised his hand and made a move in the Falling Moon Sword Technique, 'Autumn Moon Yingkong', and his five fingers rushed to the top of the old man's head.

The old man didn't see any starting style, so he casually stretched out his hand to block it.

Weiyang could see that it was another 'Golden Crow Cry' in the Falling Moon Sword.

Weiyang carried the Red Flame Heart Technique, and the two flames in his palm were warmer than before, and he opened his bow left and right to attack the old man.

The old man flipped his palm lightly, and saw a ball of flame in the palm of his hand, the same internal strength and the same move, a hundred times more comfortable than Weiyang's.

Weiyang closed the ceremony, knelt down on his knees: "Weiyang doesn't know the face of the master, please punish the master!" ”

Xiaoyaozi couldn't cry or laugh, frowned and said, "Get up, you little slippery head!" ”

Weiyang got up, circled around Xiaoyaozi twice, bit his left index finger, tilted his head and squinted at him again and again.

"What kind of bad idea is the little ghost playing again?" Xiaoyaozi looked at Weiyang funny, this little ghost is very clever.

"Master, where's your Xiaoyun Sword?" Weiyang's eyes lit up, the world's No. 1 sword, she had only heard her master mention it, but she didn't have the opportunity to see it.

Xiao Yaozi stroked his hair and laughed: "Hahaha, ghost girl, what is the purpose of the sword you ask Shizun?" ”

"Shizun is as famous as the sword, and after I saw Shizun, I naturally wanted to see what the beauty of that world's number one sword was!" Weiyang's face smiled like a blooming flower, and his small mouth was as sweet as a stamen.

Xiaoyaozi knew that she was just complimenting herself just to take a chance to take a look at the sword, but this little girl was really likable. She is the only heir of Xiaoyao Valley, and it is only natural that the sword was given to her.

"Your injuries are all healed, there are still four days before the end of the competition, and the master will take you to a long time!" After Xiaoyaozi finished speaking, he walked out of the dark cabin first.

Weiyang understood Xiaoyaozi's words and followed very happily.

Xiaoyaozi spread out the flying immortals outside the sky, flew up from the deck and floated to the shore, the white clothes fluttered lightly in the night breeze, the distance between the boat and the shore was a few feet, and the body was like a willow leaf without seeing the strength, and fell on the shore in the blink of an eye.

Weiyang looked at it with envy, the same flying immortal outside the sky, but it had such an effect when she was exerted at the master, she secretly urged herself to practice diligently.

With a sigh of relief, Weiyang rebounded with the help of the boat, and his body shot out to the shore like an arrow from the string; After half a journey, the left foot lightly stepped on the surface of the right foot and lifted a breath, the hair was flying, the clothes were fluttering, and he landed on Xiaoyaozi's side like a small bird.

Xiaoyaozi saw that her eyes were red and her heart was warm, and she was amazed, she didn't have such skills at her age. I was very happy in my heart, and said: "Follow the master, don't fall behind!" ”

Weiyang followed his side, followed his example, manipulated his body with internal force, and floated forward together.

Xiaoyaozi kept correcting the point, and the two of them ran from the east of the city to the south of the city to a mountain forest in the west of the city.

At first, Weiyang used ten percent of his strength to not be left behind, but the more he followed Xiaoyaozi's guidance to correct the trajectory of the internal force, he felt less strenuous and his body became lighter.

The two of them ran in the mountains for most of the night, and the howl of the tiger and wolf came into their ears from time to time, but the small animal perched on the branches of the tree was not disturbed. When he arrived at the edge of a cliff deep in the forest, Xiaoyaozi stopped and stopped moving forward. He tugged at random on a large tree, and a vine hung down the cliff.

Xiaoyaozi grabbed the vine with one hand and jumped down the cliff.

Through the moonlight, Weiyang saw Xiaoyaozi clapping his palm at the halfway point of the cliff, and there was a rumbling sound of the machine opening. Looking for the sound, a stone door was opened at the cliff.

Xiaoyaozi bent into the stone door, shook the vines in his hand, and motioned for Weiyang to come down.

Weiyang measured the distance of the cliff, grabbed the vines with both hands, stepped on the cliff wall with both feet, and went down smoothly to the open stone gate. Xiaoyaozi turned around and walked towards the stone gate, and then the stone door slowly began to close automatically.

Weiyang's feet did not touch the ground and followed, the person had just flashed in, and the corner of the robe was still outside the stone gate, and the stone gate had been closed, and there was no gap.

It was pitch black inside the stone gate, and he couldn't see anything, and Weiyang was a little uncomfortable.

People's ears will become extremely sharp in the dark, and Weiyang can only judge the way forward by the place where Xiaoyaozi lands, but fortunately, the passage is narrow, and occasionally the hand can move forward by touching the wall of the cave.

Xiaoyaozi consciously guided Weiyang, and the steps he stepped on were light or heavy.

After gradually adapting to the darkness, the instinctive fear receded, and although he could not see, he had a rough outline, and he no longer stumbled when he landed on the steps.

Xiaoyaozi admires Weiyang's adaptability.

After walking for an unknown distance, the two entered a stone room. Weiyang couldn't see the whole picture of the stone room clearly, and vaguely looked very spacious.

Xiaoyaozi took a few steps to the side, took a flint from somewhere on the stone wall, and lit a candle.

The stone chamber suddenly brightened, the size of two houses, with some books stacked on the left side, and the tables, chairs, and stools all made of stone.

On the right side is a black stone couch, very large, with only a jade pillow on it.

Looking at the wall and two more doorways, I don't know where to lead.

"Ghost girl, go to the couch and sit down!" Xiaoyaozi opened his mouth and asked Weiyang.

Weiyang didn't ask much, turned around and threw off his silk shoes and got on the black stone couch, sitting cross-legged.

"Run the Red Flame Heart Recipe twice and see what the difference is!" Xiaoyaozi's words were serious, not as at first. "Let the internal force and the breath of the stone couch blend, when will it become big and come down again!"

Weiyang nodded, his little face suddenly showed a serious look, and he quickly practiced the Red Flame Heart Trick for a week from the first style, and then slowly realized it one move at a time. Sometimes I use internal force to absorb the breath of the stone couch, and sometimes I tempt my heart to try to attack the stone couch, no matter how I toss, I can't see the reaction of the stone couch, and I can't help but be a little impatient.

She is paranoid by nature and refuses to give up easily what she recognizes.

Again and again, over and over again, the more this happened, the more she aroused her will to admit death. I don't know how many times I tried, and I don't know how many hours passed, but finally the stone couch seemed to have a trace of fire activated.

After Weiyang's subtle touch, he was very cheerful to follow the trace of fire and refused to stop, the two forces were entangled with each other, attacked each other, chased and entangled, and then the fire had nowhere to escape and was inhaled into the palm of Weiyang's true qi, burning angrily in the palm.

When the fire on the stone couch was absorbed by Weiyang and he was no longer able to resist, Weiyang withdrew his hand and ran the Red Flame Jue Heart again, the burning heat in those acupoints almost disappeared, but the internal force continued to swim away, and he was very handy and very calm.

At this time, Xiaoyaozi appeared next to the couch as if he had calculated, "Come down, it's useless to practice more!" ”

Weiyang finished his work, moved his body, and grinned, "Master, where is the Xiaoyun Sword?" ”

"Ghost girl, I know that I am thinking about the treasure of the master, come along!" Xiaoyaozi reached under the stone table full of books on the left, and grasped a long sword with a scabbard in his hand.

"This sword has followed me through a hundred years of vicissitudes, and I promised the master back then, I am in the sword!" Xiaoyaozi stretched out his hand and pulled out the Xiaoyun Sword, "Next!" He kept the scabbard in his hand, but threw the sword in the air to Weiyang.

Weiyang took it in his hand, his wrist sank, the sword body was two inches wide, and his whole body was white, like a water curtain!

Holding a sword flower in his hand, he threw the 'Spring River String Moon' into the sky, and a moon arc flashed, shattering into 10,000 points of starlight with the sword. Weiyang rose, although the sword was heavier, she didn't care, and in a moment, she unfolded a set of falling moon swordsmanship, and danced loudly.

Xiaoyaozi's eyes were even more appreciative, and he waved the sharkskin scabbard in his hand to fight with Weiyang.