Following.

Genius is bright.

Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng were dragged out of the warm quilt by Chaolu.

Song Yufeng's eyes were almost open.

Chaolu's rugged body was covered by a white robe, and the mountain wind outlined his figure more and more weakly, as if he was about to float down from the top of the mountain in the next moment.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Chaolu's back silently, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

Song Yufeng yawned loudly, rubbed next to Chaolu, and complained aggrievedly: "Master, don't we really have to wait until we wake up before we set off?" ”

"In the future, there will be time to sleep." Chaolu turned around, and the golden morning sun crossed a hazy circle of light for him.

"Doesn't that sound particularly auspicious." Song Yufeng scratched his head.

Chaolu beckoned to the two.

During the movements, I could vaguely smell the faint woody fragrance in his sleeves.

Gu Zhihuan unconsciously took a half step back.

Sure enough, the next moment, Chaolu sacrificed a giant sword two palms wide.

The sword was stained with rust and seemed to be in danger of breaking at any moment.

When Gu Zhihuan saw it for the first time, he was simply "shocked", especially after learning that this sword was the treasure of their sect, Cangming, he was extremely suspicious of his own sect.

"Come on." Chaolu volleyed into the air.

Song Yufeng turned over with a smile.

Without having to use his own sword, Song Yufeng can still rest for a while on the way.

Gu Zhihuan silently sacrificed his peachwood sword: "Master, I want to practice the art of sword control by myself." ”

Chaolu was very pleased: "Okay." ”

Song Yufeng secretly cast a contemptuous look at Gu Zhihuan.

This person obviously dislikes Cangming for being too ugly, and gives such a high-sounding reason.

Excessively!

Two long swords walked side by side in the air.

Perhaps the excitement of finally being able to go down the mountain washed away the sleepiness, but Song Yufeng couldn't sleep a little.

He sat on the sword with his buttocks, and his legs hung in the air indiscriminately: "Master, where are you going to find an apprentice?" ”

Chao Lu frowned slightly: "Under the mountain." ”

"The place under the mountain is big...... Song Yufeng tilted his head and thought for a moment: "You don't have no specific destination at all, right?" ”

Chaolu answered Song Yufeng with silence.

Song Yufeng had a headache.

With a taciturn master and a senior sister with a human face and a beast's heart, Song Yufeng felt that he had a long way to go in this trip.

"Speaking of which, how did the master choose us before?" Song Yufeng asked.

Chaolu thought for a while: "When I went down the mountain, I picked it up on the road." ”

“……”

Song Yufeng was a little difficult to accept.

He had always thought that his life story should be more vast.

At least it's the kind of abandoned nobles and the like.

Even if Gu Zhihuan emphasized to him over and over again, he was picked up by Chaolu from the side of the road, Song Yufeng refused to believe it.

You must know that Gu Zhihuan is actually the same age as Song Yufeng.

It's just that Chaolu said that he was Song Yufeng, who he saw first that day, and was just about to pick him up, but halfway through the walk, he heard a child crying, and by mistake, he picked up Gu Zhihuan first.

Gu Zhihuan also took advantage of the situation to become a senior sister.

In this regard, Song Yu was so angry that he couldn't do it.

Scheming since childhood!!

Song Yufeng asked reluctantly: "Which road is so easy to pick up a child?" ”

"The entrance to the southeast of Pingyao Town is very easy to pick up." Chaolu said seriously.

"Tiansu Slope?" Gu Zhihuan said coldly.

Chaolu nodded: "Hmm." ”

Gu Zhihuan said lightly: "Pingyao Town is poor, and many children who can't afford to raise them will be thrown in Tiansupo. If you're lucky, you'll be picked up and you'll live a few more years. ”

As for the bad luck, he probably starved to death on the road.

Song Yufeng's eyes were about to pop out: "You stay on the mountain all day, why do you know so much?" ”

"I took my brains." Gu Zhihuan said calmly.

"I have it too." Song Yufeng was unconvinced.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Song Yufeng deeply: "Some people bring brains, and there is no difference between them and not bringing them." ”

"I'm fighting with you!!" Song Yufeng jumped down from Cangming, sacrificed his wooden sword, and rushed towards Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan lazily sped up.

Song Yufeng chased after her relentlessly.

The distance between the two is getting farther and farther apart.

Song Yufeng suddenly felt strange.

Although he is not good enough in other things, he has learned the life-saving skill of the sword art perfectly.

In the past, he could keep up with Gu Zhihuan, but now he can't catch up.

"What did you do?" Song Yufeng asked breathlessly.

Gu Zhihuan slowed down slowly, waited for Song Yufeng to catch up behind him, and pulled away a little more: "Didn't you notice that my peachwood sword is different?" ”

Song Yufeng looked at it intently, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

On Gu Zhihuan's peachwood sword body, a magic talisman was melted.

"This talisman looks familiar?" Song Yufeng tried his best to calm down.

"Of course." Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "I took it from your room." ”

"Dog thief!! I'll kill you!!! Song Yufeng said angrily.

Gu Zhihuan said innocently: "That day happened to be my birthday, and when you put it on the table, I thought it was a gift for me." ”

"Fart!" Song Yu was in a hurry.

"Second junior brother." Gu Zhihuan covered his chest: "I didn't expect you to scold me, have you forgotten that when you first entered the sect, the master was in retreat, and you had a high fever, who worked hard to carry you down the mountain and buy medicine for you in the middle of the night?" ”

"You've mentioned this a thousand and ninety-seven times!" Song Yufeng gritted his teeth.

"The grace of a drop of water should be reciprocated by a spring." Gu Zhihuan had a straight face.

Song Yu was so angry that he almost fell off his sword.

Gu Zhihuan looked at Song Yufeng's expression, and felt that today it was better not to tell him that he had a fever because he accidentally kicked him out of bed at night.

Sometimes, the truth is very cruel.

Chao Lu stood on top of Cangming, watching Gu Zhihuan and Song Yufeng fighting, his eyes were a little hollow, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

An inextricable sorrow pressed against the corners of his eyes and between the tips of his eyebrows.

The three of them arrived in Pingyao Town at noon.

They put away their swords, had lunch in the town, and then went straight to Tiansupo.

Unlike Pingyao Town, which is lively and full of fireworks in the world, Tiansupo may have gathered too many people who died in vain, and it looks gloomy.

Mortals may not be able to see it, but Gu Zhihuan and other cultivators can clearly see that around Tiansu Slope, there are thick black qi entangled.

In the long run, there may be demons born here.

Song Yufeng's face was a little ugly: "I really don't understand, these people can't afford to raise children, they still have to give birth, and throw them away after birth, what's the strange problem?" ”

Gu Zhihuan glanced at Song Yufeng, and his voice was cold: "The children who were thrown away all had no spiritual roots or mutilated spiritual roots. ”