On the morning of the second day, the morning light was hazy and the bamboo trees were shaking.

Nie Ziying woke up, there was no Xuanli in the room, he slept on the floor, slept soundly all night, it was very sweet, and when he woke up, there was the exquisite sword spike and the dragon pattern jade pendant given by Yunchen on the side of the pillow, as well as a set of clothes.

After changing clothes, taking the sword spike and dragon pattern jade pendant into his arms, Nie Ziying went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast, boiled porridge, kneaded the dough, and made a few steamed buns, the meals he made yesterday had been eaten, and the satisfaction in Nie Ziying's heart overflowed. He went up to the hall and down to the kitchen, unconsciously looking a little tired.

After preparing breakfast, Nie Ziying shouted to the outside world: "Master, it's time for breakfast!" ”

Even shouted a few times, but no one responded, so Nie Ziying walked around the villa in the bamboo garden, and saw his master sitting in a place on the hill behind the villa to cut bamboo.

Walking up, Nie Ziying leaned over and looked, "Master, what are you doing?" ”

Watching Xuan Li cut off a bamboo pole, took out the most textured part of it, and then carefully peeled and run-in, a bamboo sword gradually took shape, his craftsmanship was clumsy, but he didn't care about the bamboo cutting and bleeding, Nie Ziying suddenly felt distressed.

"I gave Ziying a sword spike, but you don't have a sword, and there is nothing else here, so I took local materials and made a bamboo sword for Ziying, with a sword spike." Xuan Li said lightly.

"Give me the spike."

"Oh." Nie Ziying responded dumbly and took out the sword spike and gave it to him. Looking at the blood marks on Xuan Li's hands, he was at a loss.

Piercing into the sword spike, a bamboo sword finally took shape, and Xuan Li threw it to Nie Ziying: "Next!" ”

"Thank you, Master!" Nie Ziying naturally couldn't put it down, but his eyes frequently looked at Xuan Li's palm and said, "Master, you got up so early, are you hungry?" Let's finish our meal first! Your hands are bleeding, I'll bandage you!" ”

After Nie Ziying said this, Xuan Li noticed that one of his palms was bleeding, and the blood was still there, he stared for a moment, suddenly had a distant thought, only hummed softly, and slowly walked down the mountain with Nie Ziying.

Nie Ziying's steps are brisk, his clothes are flying, sometimes walking backwards, with a youthful demeanor, his face is like autumn light, his eyes are like peach blossoms, he is wearing a gray and green placket reflecting the moon clothes, a wide-sleeved light robe, a blue hairband tied with his hair, refreshing and beautiful, waving the bamboo sword in his hand, and getting rid of a stubborn monkey.

He looked at Xuan Li with a smile: "Master, the bamboo sword is much better than the wooden branch, do you think my action is sharp?" ”

Nie Ziying waved the sword casually, slashed at the bamboo on his side, and actually cut off the bamboo, Nie Ziying couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then saw the bamboo sword in his hand, which was not damaged at all, and was even more surprised: "This seemingly ordinary bamboo sword is simply a divine weapon, and there is only this one in the sky and on the ground, and the master made it for me." ”

Seeing Nie Ziying complacent, Xuan Li's eyes were soft, his heart moved, he was leisurely and picturesque, he was in front of him and behind him with one hand, without reducing his prestige.

When eating breakfast, Nie Ziying found a strip of cloth out of nowhere, sat at the table and tied it to Xuan Li, Nie Ziying first gently blew Xuan Li's palm, raised his eyes with a smile, and glanced at Xuan Li, he didn't know that his eyes contained thousands of waves, with affection, even Xuan Li was stunned, that glance was disturbed, and no deliberate charm would make people unable to control it.

Nie Ziying tied a strip of cloth to him, and nagged while making it: "Master, the apprentice is grateful for the kindness of the master, but if the master also hurts his hand, the apprentice will be very distressed, sure enough, these rough jobs are not suitable for the master to do, like the master with fine skin and tender meat, you play the piano, blow Xiao, fishing, how good, alas?" Master will also have calluses on his hands, and he will hold a lot of swords and weapons, can I have a discussion with Master later? ”

Listening to Nie Ziying's chatter, Xuan Li was very impatient at first, but slowly calmed down, and then nodded: "Well, isn't this exactly what Ziying wants?" I promise all of these, as long as Ziying is happy. Xuan Li raised his other hand and stroked the top of Nie Ziying's head, and he himself was stunned for a moment when he said such words, Nie Ziying was even more in a daze, and then grinned: "Master, you are the best." ”

The porridge was cold, the steamed buns were slightly hot, and a simple breakfast was used up. This is Nie Ziying's dream of a life of rough tea and light rice, when it slowly becomes a reality, he is still a little overwhelmed, is all this real? But it's really within reach.

After breakfast, Nie Ziying agreed that Xuan Li would go to the lake to compete with the sword, he went first, carried the bamboo sword by the lake and waved the swordsmanship, leaped up for a while, stepped on the green bamboo volley and rotated, Nie Ziying's body was brisk, as if stepping on the breeze, free and smart, climbing and holding the bamboo in his arms for a while, playing tricks on the birds and birds for a while, looking at the misty bamboo garden, he was in a happy mood.

Pressed on the top of the green bamboo, he couldn't see how big this bamboo garden was, nor could he see the end of this lake, the vastness of the world could accommodate so much.

He saw Xuanli coming over with white sleeves, Nie Ziying flew down the bamboo end, and let Cuizhu rebound to startle the birds and birds in the mountains and forests.

"Master!"

Nie Ziying landed in front of Xuan Li, holding the bamboo sword made by Xuan Li in his hand, with a bright smile on his face.

He always smiles, he knows his fate, and with the master in front of him, he has nothing else to ask for.

Looking at Xuan Li's long sword, the silver long sword was very delicate, and the cold light was pressing, only to see the sword with "Mingkong" written on it, and there was a murderous aura in the Zen.

This is Xuan Li's natal sword weapon, famous in the fairy world, in the demon killing robbery he held the Mingkong sword, killed countless demon spirits, became famous in one fell swoop, and the prestige is not inferior to the cangyi envoy, in the three hundred years ago the demon killing robbery, the five sons of the fairy and demon emerged, against the three sons of the demon world, to lead the army.

Cangyi is the first among the five sons of the fairy and demon, with superior strength, immortal Dingkun, Feng Qijun follows closely, immortal weapon Mingkong Sword, demon world lonely fox Hu Xuemo ranks third, demon weapon bone blade, infant Hejun Rongyue ranks fourth, immortal weapon Yueli Sword, demon world Lu Sheng ranks fifth, and demon weapon Yang Fan.

The battle of the demon killing and robbery was tragic, lasting for fifty years, and then the lone fox Hu Xuemo in the demon world disappeared inexplicably, and the phoenix Qijun Xuanli suddenly fell into a coma, and it took a long time to wake up, and the strength of the two sides was tilted.

The last battle of Dingding Immortal Demon really defeated the Demon World, before the Demon Killing Tribulation, Ying Hejun Rongyue's reputation was not so bad, he still made meritorious service in the Demon Killing Tribulation, and ranked among the sons, and later in Feng Qijun Xuanli returned to the fairy world Yaochi to meet again, he always pestered Feng Qijun.

Some people say that Rong Yue has fallen to the point where he is now, is it not that he has caused his own sins and cannot live?

But no one knows what happened in the Demon Killing Tribulation.

Now in the mortal realm, Xuan Li has sealed the immortal power of the Mingkong Sword, which is not much different from the sword of the human world, but it is just sharper.

"Master, don't cut off my sword later." Nie Ziying was a little jealous.

"What, Ziying is scared? It's just a competition. ”

"I'm afraid that Master's sword is too sharp, and I can't stop it."

"If you reach a certain sword realm, the wooden sword will also be better than the iron sword."

"Really, Master?"

"Hmm. Either it's so fast that it's hard to crack, or it's practiced to the point of being peerless, as long as you have the heart, you can do anything. ”

As soon as Xuan Li said this, Nie Ziying also suddenly realized, took a step back, and suddenly swung his sword at Xuan Li: "Master, I'm here, I'm offended!" ”

Rao is Nie Ziying is as fast as lightning at this time, Xuan Li can also react quickly, he held the Mingkong Sword to block slightly, his eyes were sharp, he kicked the ground and volleyed over and flew over the top of Nie Ziying's head, fluttering and agile, like a crane in the clouds, he fell behind Nie Ziying and stabbed with his sword, and said lightly: "It's too slow!" ”

One stab and one block, Xuan Li has already been anti-guest and has the initiative, Nie Ziying originally wanted to win by surprise, but his skills are still inferior.

Xuan Li deliberately released the water, and only adjusted it to the same level as him according to Nie Ziying's speed and swordsmanship.

The shadow of the sword was shining, dazzling, and Nie Ziying used what he had learned in his life.

Facing the master, he had a strong competitive spirit in his heart, Nie Ziying suddenly jumped to kill, jumped up and lightly tapped Xuan Li's Mingkong sword, flew towards the master behind him with a flick, and rushed towards Xuan Li, like an arrow off the string, the power is not small.

Seeing this, Xuan Li took a step forward to meet the attack, turned over and kicked the bamboo sword in Nie Ziying's hand violently, and the bamboo sword was stuck diagonally on the ground.

Nie Ziying was careless and wanted to go over and draw his sword, but he was always blocked by Xuan Li, Nie Ziying gritted his teeth, crossed his hands and locked Xuan Li's hand holding the sword, he stepped back and pulled, and the two resisted Nie Ziying but forgot that Xuan Li had another hand.

Xuan Li held Nie Ziying's hand with his other hand, fell over the shoulder, and broke his soul lock hand, Nie Ziying saw that he was about to fall to the ground, volleyed in the air, and turned around twice in the air before landing steadily, he never got back the bamboo sword, and he couldn't compare to his master.

This wonderful fight made Nie Ziying panting and sweating, and Xuan Li was indifferent as if he had nothing to do.

Nie Ziying finally admitted defeat and sat lazily on the ground: "No, the master is the master after all, I can't compare!" ”

Xuan Li shook his head lightly and stretched out his left hand to Nie Ziying to pull him up.

Nie Ziying gave his hand to Xuan Li, and clasped his hand at the moment of pulling it up, Nie Ziying had moved behind him, locking his thin white and slippery throat.

Nie Ziying was about to laugh proudly, but he didn't dare to move at this time, Nie Ziying wanted to restrain him unexpectedly, but Xuan Li's reaction was still faster, the moment his left hand was buckled, the right hand holding the sword moved, and the blade of the sword was already against Nie Ziying's neck.

The Mingkong Sword sharpened iron like mud, blowing hair and breaking hair, and Nie Ziying had already watched as the Mingkong Sword cut off the hair under his ears.

Nie Ziying's breath came from behind Xuan Li's ears, which made his ears itch, his heart trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Master."

"Master."

"Master, I'm ......"

Nie Ziying called three times in a row, but it was pleasant to the ear, causing Xuanli's heart to tremble, and his eyes flew for a while.

"Ziying, I'm your master." The voice was calm and sober, without the slightest disturbance.

"Ziying, this time it's a tie."

"I know."

But Nie Ziying didn't let go of Xuan Li, the two were so close that even the breathing and heartbeat could be heard, but only Nie Ziying was really messed up, he didn't feel any disorder in his master, his breath was as usual, he was a little lost, and he let go of Xuan Li's hand and retreated.

As soon as Xuan Li turned around, the tip of the Mingkong Sword pressed against Nie Ziying's throat, Nie Ziying was surprised and frightened, he saw a trace of anger hidden on Xuan Li's flawless face: "Ziying, I am your master!" ”

Xuan Li repeated it again, trying to guide Nie Ziying.

Nie Ziying's expression was lonely, as if he had been robbed of his strength, and he didn't even have any expression in his eyes.

Seeing Nie Ziying like this, Xuan Li's heart was shocked, as if he was the one who stripped off his skin and flesh.

I saw Nie Ziying bow to Xuan Li, the emotions on his face disappeared without a trace, and he said flatly: "Master, the apprentice should die, there will be no more such a thing." ”

Then Nie Ziying picked up the bamboo sword and walked back to the villa to rest, he was sluggish, but he still did his usual things well, three meals a day were ready, he still slept in Xuanli's room, but Nie Ziying always avoided Xuanli at other times.

This second day seemed to be a broken dream, Nie Ziying's performance made Xuan Li a little sad, he cared so much and longed so much.