On this day, the boy got up very early, as usual, first went to the sword casting furnace to cast the sword, and then went to the ice and snow cliff, looking at the reckless white snow and the snow demon swimming in it, Ruan Qingyun's heart was very calm, he was no longer the boy who had just left Qingniu City, he had been in Xiongjian Mountain for two years, and the two years had changed a lot, both his heart and strength had been greatly improved, Ruan Qingyun was confident that the monks who met the realm of returning to the house had the power to fight. Of course, these advances are inseparable from Master's guidance and Suzaku's help to himself.

With a bang, the Earth Demon Sword has been stabbed out, people move with the sword, the snow falls, the snow demons dance wildly, Ruan Qingyun freely wanders among the snow demons, defeating them one by one, these snow demons are just spirit beasts with attack power composed of countless snowflakes. Now it's just a piece of cake for him.

Nine swords in the sky, the light of the nine swords is like a rising sun, dazzling, heavy snow is flying, the nine swords of the young man are used, and the surrounding snow demons have collapsed, falling countless snowflakes.

When he defeated all the snow demons, someone applauded him, and as soon as Ruan Qingyun turned around, he saw that it was the master. He was dressed in a plain blue cloth robe, and his gray hair was gray. Mo Yanbai would come every once in a while to guide Ruan Qingyun in sword practice, although he was an elder of Xiongjian Mountain, he almost never came out of the winter snow realm, unless there was something important. Mo Yanbai saw that Ruan Qingyun had defeated all the snow demons in just one year, which could be described as a rapid progress, and he was even more blue than himself back then.

"Good, you're good enough to be able to defeat all the Snow Demons in a year's time. Mo Yanbai said with an appreciative gaze: "Tomorrow I will take you down the mountain to see the world." ”

When the young man heard the word "go down the mountain", he was excited in his heart, two years, he had not been out of the winter snow for two years, and the days were boring every day, except for practicing the sword is casting the sword, there was no fun. Suddenly hearing about the descent from the mountain, the boy was very excited.

On this night, a mysterious person came to the realm of winter snow, claiming to be a storyteller, this person is fairy, elegant out of the dust, and has a temperament that is not in the red dust, giving people an unfathomable feeling, Ruan Qingyun heard the three words storyteller, and was excited beyond measure, this is what his father said about the storyteller, his own destiny nobleman?

Mo Yanbai seemed to have known everything for a long time, and he didn't have too many mood swings about it, and seemed very calm, but in their conversation, Ruan Qingyun faintly heard words like "Li Beidou", "reincarnation", and "Tibetan Dzi", Ruan Qingyun was very confused about this, and wanted to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing the interest of the two.

The storyteller looked at Ruan Qingyun's eyes with a feeling of indescribability and incomprehension, a trace of pity, and even excitement.

Outside, the wind and snow were raging, the wind-blown windows were whirring, and the oil lamps on the table were faltering, and the flames were flickering and small.

The storyteller stared at Ruan Qingyun's eyebrows, especially the red dot in the purple flame mark seemed to beat uneasily, and then the storyteller's sleeve waved, and his left hand pressed on Ruan Qingyun's forehead, the red dot jumped endlessly, almost disappeared, Ruan Qingyun suddenly realized something, and quickly knelt down in front of the storyteller and said: "Senior, please don't hurt her, she has no ill will towards me, in the past two years, she has helped me practice swords, teach me exercises, and solve my doubts." I know that she is for the Ziyan Divine Fire in the center of my eyebrows, I hated her and hated her at the beginning, but then I slowly relieved, this world has always been like this, only the strong have the absolute right to choose, I Ruan Qingyun was born a waste, I have no talent, and I don't have many friends, I have an intuition about her, she won't hurt me, I believe in her. ”

Ruan Qingyun didn't have the slightest pretentiousness when he said these words, in the past two years, the girl in the center of his eyebrows, he really regarded him as a friend, when his soul was the loneliest, when he was at his lowest, when she wanted to give up, she would come out and mock a few words, at this time he would tell himself that he couldn't give up, because he still had a lot to do, and he couldn't let this dead bird laugh at himself. Especially after the Ice Cliff incident, he regarded her as the most important person, and he couldn't live without her.

When Ruan Qingyun said these words, the eyes of the girl in the center of her eyebrows were a little moist, she had never been touched by anything, but today there was a young man who knelt on the ground and begged for someone for her, he knew that he was living in his eyebrows for Ziyan Shenhuo, he could not care about it, so that he would die under the hands of that old man, Ruan Qingyun could get rid of the danger, no one wanted to have a dangerous factor in the important position of his body.

The storyteller stopped what he was doing, and then as he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, a red shadow came out from Ruan Qingyun's eyebrows, transforming into a human form, a beautiful girl.

The lights flickered on and off, Ruan Qingyun stood behind his master, and the storyteller looked at the girl for a long time before he spoke: "You are the Vermilion Bird clan?"

The girl was shocked, this person felt too strong for herself. It was unimaginably powerful, and even the identity of his Suzaku clan was seen through by him at a glance, and the girl didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so she said respectfully: "Yes, senior, junior is the descendant of Suzaku." ”

Although Ruan Qingyun guessed a few points, he was still very surprised when he heard the girl's answer, no wonder he was so fierce and domineering in Qingniu Mountain at that time. Mo Yanbai was also surprised, in the past two years, his apprentice has lived in the center of his eyebrows, and he didn't know about it at all, and he didn't know about it until tonight, and sighed in his heart, this is a failure to be a master.

"For the sake of me and your ancestors, let you go for the time being, and you can go down the mountain. The storyteller's tone is not to be denied.

Ruan Qingyun was nervous in his heart, in the past two years, he had subtly accepted her, and was accustomed to her existence, and had an inexplicable feeling for her, which was also a teacher and a friend, until the first time she and herself met on the Ice and Snow Cliff, this feeling sublimated a lot, although she had not seen her since then. But she already has a place in his heart, irreplaceable, and this woman is mine from now on. Men, in general, like to swear sovereignty over things that are important to them, just as they do to Suzaku.

Suzaku has a lot of interests for Ruan Qingyun from the very beginning, and then slowly changes a lot bit by bit, the strength of the teenager, the heart of the teenager, the struggle of the teenager, and the growth of the teenager, so that she has a good impression of the teenager, which led to the evil fate of the ice and snow cliff, tonight the teenager knelt down for himself and begged for someone, a sentence I believe in her, touching the softest place in her heart, no matter how strong a woman is, but she always hopes to have someone to rely on behind her. In the past two years, although she didn't say it, she had already regarded him as a friend, even more than a friend. As for Ziyan Shenhuo, she didn't have any more ideas.

The storyteller opened his mouth to let Suzaku go down the mountain, Ruan Qingyun felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, and he didn't care if the storyteller was his fateful nobleman or whatever: "Senior, I, Ruan Qingyun, respect you, but why do you interfere with the people around me, you have no right to let her go." ”

Suzaku red lips opened lightly, and he wanted to open his mouth to stop Ruan Qingyun, but it was too late.

Mo Yanbai opened his mouth to reprimand: "Qingyun, don't be rude. ”

The storyteller waved his hand, not only did not get angry, but smiled: "Boy, do you know who I am? I can open another door in your life." ”

"I don't care who you are, if I'm not happy, I'd rather not open another door in my life. Ruan Qingyun said categorically.

The wind and snow outside the door seemed to be bigger, Mo Yanbai hated iron and steel, and stretched out his hand to push Ruan Qingyun, and the atmosphere was a little frozen for a while.

Suzaku felt that this old man was not a simple person, and that he might be of great help to Ruan Qingyun, so he suddenly spoke: "Don't be angry with the seniors, the juniors will go down the mountain." ”

"It's the same as it was back then, what an amorous seed. The storyteller shook his head helplessly, "Girl, you don't have to go down the mountain, from now on/urge him to cultivate, your Vermilion Bird Clan's "Divine Thoughts" will help him a lot." ”

Suzaku has been avoiding Ruan Qingyun since that time, in fact, the figure of that young man has long been engraved in his heart, he can't get rid of it, he can't escape, and when he heard the storyteller say that she didn't have to go down the mountain, he was still a little happy in his heart.