When night came, Yu Wuxian woke up from his cultivation, he looked at the scene in the room, and with a wave of his sleeve, he released Yan Liangyuan in his sleeve.

Yan Liangyuan looked at Yu Wuxian with a smile on his face, and asked, "Why is the master in such a hurry to call the slave family out?

Double Cultivation!?

Yu Wuxian felt ridiculous, he stood up and said: "I don't want to be as famous as Xu Ri Snake, don't think about it, if my current realm is double cultivated with you, it will be squeezed dry by you, I don't want to die on a woman's belly, too aggrieved and undignified!"

He sighed, and the spiritual power behind him manifested into a golden Jiao, and the golden Jiao was wrapped in a layer of thunder, and the thunder changed and overlapped into armor and wore on Jin Jiao's body, exuding strong power.

"Jump in!"

Jin Jiao suddenly coiled, and the thunder inside was agitated, and finally a big bell was formed to cover Jin Jiao.

Yu Wuxie's face was calm, and he said: "You have a special body, although the realm is in the Dharma Phase Realm, but it is not as good as the Dharma Phase Realm monks, you practice in this golden Jiao, make your body stronger, and refine it into a true body!"

Yan Liangyuan is a soul into a spirit, a spirit, her body is a soul, formless and substantial, although it will not be scattered when it encounters gold, withered when it encounters wood, melted when it encounters water, scorched when it encounters fire, and damaged when it encounters soil, but once it is hit by a supernatural power, it will be immediately wiped out, so she can only sneak attack and confuse other monks, and dare not confront it head-on.

Yu Wuxian felt that this was too weak, if he encountered a great enemy in the future, Yan Liangyuan could not join forces with him, then I am afraid that the two of them would have to cool together, thinking of this, he still decided to help Yan Liangyuan cultivate his true body, and refine his soul into a physical body, when the time comes, he can be the same as a monk, there is a primordial god, there is a physical body, but her physical body is the primordial god, and the primordial spirit is the physical body, which is more special.

"Go in, don't worry, my soul can still withstand this level of thunder, and you don't need to worry about this thunder hurting you, go in and cultivate quickly." ”

His face was serious, and he explained seriously: "If you are stronger, I can also have more hole cards in the future, and there are two years and ten months to be the big competition of the sect, I made an appointment with a senior brother to participate, since I am fighting, it is naturally my style to be in the limelight, so you also have to prepare with me to make yourself stronger." ”

Stronger!?

Yan Liangyuan frowned, and said secretly: "The master's physical body is ridiculously strong, it seems to be harder than the spirit soldier, and the recovery power is extremely strong, he even said that he can become stronger, he... This is... Crazy!?"

However, she didn't delve into it too much, and jumped directly into the golden jiao, mobilizing the thunder around the golden jiao to refine her body.

Yu Wuxie's face was softened, he sat on the windowsill, and said, "Qin Yurong's guy should be coming soon, I slaughtered the person behind her, she will definitely come to see me, so I can say goodbye!"

"I'll be waiting for her right here!"

The so-called fate is just a short-lived meeting in the red dust, there is no affection, what do you want that fate to do?

Yu Wuxian and Qin Yurong also have some fate, he didn't kill Qin Yurong later, he also felt that it was unnecessary, after all, he was not a murderous maniac, since Qin Yurong didn't provoke him, he didn't need to be a killer, he was a person who had been with him for more than 20 days, how could he say that he would be slaughtered if he was slaughtered?

"She's supposed to be here!"

He looked back at the woman sitting in the golden Jiao bathing in thunder, and said, "You continue to cultivate, I'll go back when I go!"

After saying that, he jumped down from the window, walked on the roof, and walked for a short time, stopping on the roof of a large mansion, looking at the other woman standing.

The moonlight shone in front of the two of them, and the silver moonlight permeated the night, and the two people on the roof looked extraordinarily small, but they could see each other's faces clearly.

Silence drank alone under the moon, and feelings drifted in the cold wind, but unfortunately the two did not speak for a long time, nor did they take another step forward.

"The moon is sad, the sad wind quietly sends old friends; people are in the building, they leave good wine with empty intestines, and they will come back for a reason, let's go, no need to talk about the old!"

Yu Wuxian suddenly groaned loudly, stretched out his hand, and there was an extra sword grass in his hand, he danced the sword under the moon to bid farewell to Qin Yurong, there was no wave in his heart, after that, he and this woman had no cause and effect, and whether they could see each other again in the future is also a matter that I don't know.

The ethereal nature of his sword dance, maybe he originally had a special feeling for Qin Yurong, a woman, but this feeling didn't make him lose his proportions, so he chanted poetry and danced the sword, which could be regarded as saying goodbye to this old friend.

Qin Yurong, who was in the distance, heard his words and saw his dancing sword, and suddenly her eyes moistened.

"See you soon!"

Her figure disappeared from the roof, I don't know where she went, where would she belong?

Yu Wuxian continued to dance the sword, his twelve sword styles had learned two styles, the sword return style and the sword winding sword style, but his sword was ever-changing in these two styles, his spiritual power was scattered in the breeze, and every time he drew a sword, a spiritual power would be left in the air.

In the end, he finally stopped, sat on the roof and drank, his cowardice was still half a catty, enough to relieve his sorrows tonight, and the spiritual power left in the air in front of him was connected into a painting, which was a portrait of Qin Yurong, painting her stopping in a peach blossom forest, smiling.

And Qin Yurong, who had already been outside the city, looked back at the moment when she saw the portrait, and her tears couldn't stop flowing out, she quickly covered her mouth and turned her head, and left in the wind.

"Fish are innocent..."

"Goodbye..."

She only left two sentences, and disappeared like this, and after a hundred years, she and Yu Wuxian never saw each other again, and after five hundred years, Qin Yurong finally cultivated to the innate realm, but unfortunately stepped through the hurdle of the gods, and when he was about to die of old age, he saw a young man coming from outside the sky and luring her to the underworld, but he didn't know who the young man was.

When she arrived at the underworld, she found that the old people who could not forget her previous life after death were very painful, so she took the water of the Forgotten River to boil the soup, so that the dead could drink the soup she boiled to forget the past life and not be disturbed by the past, and her soup was later called Meng Po soup, and the underworld called her the god of the underworld, but she didn't know that her original name was Qin Yurong. (Pure fiction, will not be described later)

When Yu Wuxian heard these two words, he suddenly smiled and continued to drink. Then he suddenly heard the song of the jade flute, in this huge Qinghe City, it seemed crisp and beautiful, he lay on the roof, looked at the bright moon, and invited the moon to drink together.

I don't know how long it took, the flute was gone, the wine was gone, and he was ready to leave.

"Brother, please stay!"

Behind him suddenly there was a young man of his age, who was now at the corner of the roof, holding a jade flute in his hand.

Yu Wuxian frowned, looked back, and wondered: "May I ask who Your Excellency is and what is the matter with the call?"

He noticed the jade flute behind the young man, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and bowed his hand and said: "The sound of the flute just now turned out to be given by Brother Tai, thank you so much, the sound of the wine and the jade flute, I thank Brother Tai for his echo here!"

He is still very disciplined, after all, the big brother in front of him appeared behind him unconsciously, and he was not the slightest bit guarded.

This man is very strong!

Yu Wuxian looked at the young man opposite, and said secretly: "He appeared quietly behind me just now, I didn't even notice it, and now when I see him, I know that he is also in the late stage of the Yunling Realm!"

He knew that the person who came was a master, when he said goodbye to Qin Yurong just now, this person was probably also touching the scene, so he played the jade flute to echo him, and now he appeared, either he came to fight, or he came to make friends, no matter which one it was, this person should not be underestimated.

"No need to be polite!"

The young man returned the salute and said, "Jiang Hao in Xiaqinghe City, dare to ask your name?"

Yu Wuxian asked Yan with a sigh of relief, and said secretly: "Fortunately, this product is here to make friends, and now my injuries have not healed, but I can't do anything with him!"

He smiled, looked at Jiang Hao, and said, "In Xiayun Luo Zongyu is innocent! It is also my third life lucky to be able to meet Jiang Hao's brother tonight, I don't know which family brother is?"

He guessed that this Jiang Hao was not a monk from Qinghe City, but a personal descendant of the top ten sects, otherwise he would not have this kind of strength, and he could quietly approach his Yunling Realm monks, no more than ten people.

And this Jiang Hao actually claimed to be from Qinghe City, and did not report to the sect, which shows that he is hiding very deeply.

"Brother Yu is mistaken, he is only a disciple of a small sect in Qinghe City, and he is not a descendant of the ten major sects. ”

Jiang Hao clenched the jade flute tightly and asked with a smile: "Just now you said that I am a personal descendant, so in this way, my strength can be compared to the personal disciple of the top ten sects?"

He smiled, still calm, but his aura had locked the fish innocently, as if he could strike at any moment.

This man is poisonous!!

Yu Wuxian felt that his back was a little hot and uncomfortable, but he still said calmly: "Well, it's not much different from the personal disciples I've seen before!"

He thought that this Jiang Hao's strength was about the same as that of the wind spirit body of Qinglan Sect, and he felt that this was the case, Jiang Hao's breath was vaguely equal to Mo Yunyi's breath, so she guessed that the strength of the two was comparable, but he couldn't say who was strong and who was weak.

"Brother Yu has lifted me!"

Jiang Hao smiled and asked, "How many relatives has Brother Yu seen?"

"One!"

“......”

Ga...

Jiang Hao was silent, found it interesting, and said, "Just now I saw Brother Yu dancing a sword to bid farewell to a woman, could it be your sweetheart?"

"It's not!"

“...”

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and the two didn't know what else to say, so they could only watch dryly.

"Her name is Qin Yurong, and she can be regarded as a friend!"

Yu Wuxian felt that it was inappropriate, but he still opened his mouth to explain: "I have some fate with her, but the fate is not deep, so Wu Jian sent her away and cut off the cause and effect between her and me, I'm afraid I won't see each other again in the future!"

Oh?

Jiang Hao nodded yes, and asked, "Just now, my brother Yu's swordsmanship is mysterious, I don't know if I can teach you a thing or two?"

He had some itchy hands, and wanted to make a move to learn from Yu Wuxie, confirm their cultivation with each other, and see where his limit was, and what was the difference between him and the so-called Tianjiao.

Of course, Yu Wuxian knew his intentions, and quickly turned around and ran, leaving a word.

"Brother, you are Tianjiao, you don't have to compete, I'm just an outer disciple of Yunluo Sect, I can't win!"

This sound echoed in Jiang Hao's ears, making his face moved, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he opened his mouth and said two words.

"Daoyin?"

(To be continued)