After the death of the Sect Master, the long knife turned into spiritual power and dissipated into the air.

In fact, originally, Ji Yunchu, who had not officially started cultivating a group, could not mobilize spiritual power herself, but a lot of the spiritual power that made up the formation came from spirit stones, which itself was an ownerless thing, and she inherited a complete metal one, although it was not completely integrated yet, but it could also be roughly used.

What's more, Ji Yunchu was originally a person who learned knives.

When she was ten years old, the neighbor on the other side of the door was replaced by an old man, and the old man had a grandson, who was not much different in age from Ji Yunchu, and everyone quickly got acquainted. One morning, Ji Yunchu went to call his friends to school, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the old man playing with a knife, and he was immediately attracted to his attention and could no longer take his eyes off.

After that, it was a stubborn apprenticeship to study, but when Ji Yun was in junior high school, the grandfather's family moved to Yanjing.

After that, until high school, although there was no one to teach, she still picked up her special knife whenever she had time and practiced for a while.

Ji Yunchu took out the black weaving cloth, carefully wiped the blood on the knife, his eyes were gentle as if he was treating his lover, and then gently wrapped it again with a black cylinder.

After all, it's a controlled knife, so it's better to be careful.

By the time she did all this last night, the environment around her had completely disappeared, and a patch of green rice appeared in front of her, and the country roads between the rice fields were always intertwined.

It's windy, gentle.

Someone, pacing.

In front of the rice paddies, the white-walled and tiled courtyards are staggered in front of the green hills.

A row of idyllic scenery is infinite, and the mountains are ready to burn.

Ji Yunchu hurriedly swept the environment in front of him and immediately looked for Tong Youzi's figure, and after looking around a few times, he saw him who had fallen asleep among the rice.

Approaching Tong Youzi, Ji Yunchu was surprised to find that a gentle and healing green soft light condensed near his heart, exuding a refreshing natural atmosphere.

The avenue is soft, softening all things.

Is this the way of the child?

After watching carefully for a while, Ji Yunchu couldn't help but look around, worried.

It's not a good place to practice, and it's not a good time to practice. After all, no one knows if there are still people lurking around, or if someone is coming.

Ji Yunchu looked at Tong Youzi worriedly, but would there be a problem with him being interrupted in such a state?

Hey, it's a big deal.

After thinking for a while, classmate Ji made up his mind, and then stayed by Tong Youzi's side, pulled out a knife, and patrolled the surroundings all the time.

The soft green light sometimes changes into grass, sometimes into small trees, sometimes into flowers, and is constantly adjusting and changing, looking for the most suitable form.

After a while, a small clover of three-leaf grass was suspended on the chest of Tong Youzi, green and fresh.

However, after a while, the grass dissipated and eventually turned into a stream.

Probably still unable to escape the law of goodness as water, Tong Youzi finally chose a small stream as the Tao. The ancestors summed up the wisdom after many years, and it naturally has its reason.

The stream flowed slowly, and suddenly, beside the stream, a stunned bud grew.

At this time, a smile appeared on Tong Youzi's face.

That's the way he wants.

Tong Youzi opened his eyes, and there was a gentle light in his amber eyes, only to realize that the formation had disappeared.