Because of this happening, and because today's exchange meeting took a lot longer than expected, the next three matches of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and the Heavenly Sect were scheduled for tomorrow.

So everyone left the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, and only Ling Yunzi and Feng Wujian remained.

The two of them sat in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, as the sun set, the hall became darker and darker, and they sat in the dark, and the darkness surrounded them, silent.

"I've already scheduled the rest of the game for tomorrow, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd?" Ling Yunzi looked at Feng Wujian, and his voice echoed in the hall.

After resolving the conflict between Feng Wujian and Zhang Slowly, he originally felt that everything was fine, but Feng Wujian transmitted his divine sense to him, hoping that he could postpone the game.

As the head of a sect, of course Ling Yunzi disagreed, are you teaching me to do things? I am the head of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and I will never accept anyone's orders, you know?

But after Feng Wujian said the reward, Ling Yunzi smacked his mouth and reluctantly agreed, no wonder some people like real fragrance, it all makes sense.

Feng Wujian didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "Soon you will know, Ling Yunzi, do you think I am really afraid of Wu Daozi?"

"You're not afraid of Wu Daozi, but you're afraid of death. Ling Yunzi shook his head and said.

"Who is not afraid of death? Wu Daozi's sword ...... It's horrible. Feng Wujian said generously and walked towards the door, "What you want, it will be delivered tomorrow." ”

Ling Yunzi didn't speak, watching Feng Wujian's figure slowly disappear, a few strands of sadness appeared on his face, and he sat in a daze.

After a while, he reacted and said in a lost mind: "The great chaos in the Northern Regions is about to break out, and the days will not be peaceful in the future, what should I do?

No matter what Feng Wujian's intentions were, he knew very well that this grandson had a bad stomach, and he and Feng Wujian were not all the way, but he and Wu Daozi were not all the way, so he did not refuse Feng Wujian's suggestion, nor did he remind Zhang Slowly and the others.

Sometimes Ling Yunzi felt that he was too calm and too observant, over the years, with his perception of the Heavenly Dao, his humanity has become less and less, and many things are difficult to affect his emotions, he always makes choices very calmly.

In order not to be discovered by others, he has to show a certain emotion, in fact, his heart has no waves, a few years ago, his infant father died, he was the same, he didn't even shed a tear.

In this regard, Ling Yunzi was very confused, is this a good thing? Or a bad thing? If it is a good thing, why didn't I hesitate to throw myself into the embrace of Heavenly Dao? Why did I hesitate to move forward in the face of the slightest open door of Heavenly Dao?

He seems to have realized in the dark that only by solving this problem and giving the correct answer can he enter the void period, and it is possible to surpass Wu Daozi, but what is the correct answer?

Embrace the way of heaven and become a cultivator who is no longer human? Or do you keep the pure heart in your heart?

And the reward promised by Feng Wujian is very likely to solve Ling Yunzi's doubts, which is also the reason why he is really fragrant.

On the other side, after Song Yu and the others returned to their residence, Zhou Qingfeng, who had always liked to be alone, went out in a hurry, but Xinglou stayed here honestly.

It was Song Yu who euphemistically said that he was going to cultivate, and you could climb it, but Xinglou was unmoved, and he said: instruct the little junior brother to practice.

What are you pointing? I'm practicing priest-type spells, you are a sword cultivator, how can you instruct? And my spiritual guy cultivates immortal tricks, this sand sculpture, you can't even point to it, okay?

Song Yu looked at Xinglou who rubbed his fists, and didn't say what was in his heart after all, not because he was afraid of being beaten, but because he didn't want to hurt Xinglou's heart......

I can't pretend anymore, I'm afraid of being beaten!

Helplessly, Song Yu could only rely on the temperament of Xinglou, and was about to sit in the courtyard to cultivate, when there was a knock on the courtyard door, and when he opened it, it turned out to be Long Aotian.

The benevolent brother clasped his hands in front of his chest, twisted and pinched, and said with some embarrassment: "Song Yu Daoyou, I'm sorry, I'm here to disturb you so soon, I really want to learn the technique of scolding." ”

Song Yu was disturbed from his cultivation, and he didn't like it in his heart, but with a twist of his brain, he welcomed Long Aotian in with a smile.

"It's okay, come in! Don't call me Song Yu Daoyou, just call me Xiao Song!"

"Not good!" Long Aotian's back was cold, looking at Song Yu who was smiling all over his face, he had the feeling that he was a lamb to be slaughtered and fell into the cave, "You teach me to scold, you are my teacher, I still call you Mr. Song, right?!"

"Whatever you want, as long as you're happy. Song Yu sat on the stone bench, thinking about how to routinely practice Long Aotian's exercises and spells, he didn't want to learn, he just wanted to observe.

After all, his dragon vein transformation is probably inextricably linked to the dragon clan.

Long Aotian entered the small courtyard, saw that Xinglou was also sitting here, and said hello honestly.

Xinglou was stunned, he didn't expect that the young man who was babbling in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall before would be so polite......

"Aotian, before teaching you, I need to correct you, I don't teach you scolding, but interaction. Song Yu pondered for a moment and now made it up, "There are four realms of interactive techniques, which are divided from low to high: scolding, mouth cannon, yin and yang weirdness, and elegant spray. So scolding is only the lowest realm, and what I'm going to teach you is something more advanced. ”

"It's amazing!What is Ya Spray?" asked Long Aotian with a curious look as a little star appeared in his eyes.

Xinglou leaned his head suspiciously, looking curious, he didn't believe that scolding a person was so mysterious, but the little junior brother seemed to have a little sense.

"Ya Peng, bring the interaction to a higher level, with artistry, elegance, and can also increase aggression, do you understand?" Song Yu said loudly.

"I don't understand!" Long Aotian's head shook like a rattle.

"Take a chestnut: the pen" was changed to "you have a lot of ideas", "your mother blew up" was changed to "Ling Ci was burned", and "Roll the calf" was changed to "Roll the cow baby", this is Ya Peng, others just know that you are scolding him, and you have to react for a long time, and then you add a certain speed of speech, he can't even keep up with your rhythm, if you don't say anything else, at least it's okay to make him angry into internal injuries. Song Yu said matter-of-factly.

"Although I still don't understand it, Mr. Song's talent makes me admire and deserve to be worshipped. Long Aotian stood up and arched his hand.

"No, you and I are both disciples of the Northern Regions Orthodox Sect, that is a family, if you don't understand, I should teach you, if I don't understand in the future, I can also ask you, right?" Song Yu held Long Aotian's hands, his eyes were full of sincerity, but his thoughts were different.

It's not that you don't understand, but if you do, how can I fool you?

Long Aotian, who didn't know that he had fallen into the trap, was greatly moved when he saw Song Yu's expression, and nodded again and again.

"Yes, yes, yes......"

Fortunately, there was only one word, and no one could hear it, and he stuttered a little excitedly.

The image of Song Yu in front of him is even taller.

Long Aotian remembered that his father had said before he went out: There are many liars in the cultivation world, don't believe in children.

Now it seems that my father was wrong, very wrong, as soon as he came out, he met a sincere person like Mr. Song, his father was completely worried, where are there so many liars in the cultivation world?

Even if there is, Mr. Song is definitely not !!