Yan Chixia walked for a long time, Ye Wushuang was still in a trance, and his heart was both envious and amazed, this is the real swordsman, this is the monk who enters the Tao with martial arts, so strong combat power! He will definitely become an unrivaled sword immortal in heaven and earth!

Returned to the room and sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and replayed his sword moves in his mind over and over again, he could no longer hear the croaking of frogs on a moonlit night in his ears, and there were no tasks and copies in his heart, and all that was left was the sword light that was getting brighter and brighter! Xiaoxiao's sword rain and sword qi are clear and clear, such as several sword-wielding villains attacking the sword intent, but they were killed by the sword intent one by one, and in the end, even the ninja's hundred slashes were on the battlefield, but they still couldn't fight a sword intent, and finally all of them were annihilated, and that sword intent was deeply rooted in his mud pill palace and became the first sword intent in his own life: the sky-rushing sword intent!

A long breath of turbid breath bloomed, a moist smile bloomed on his face, he was not a sword cultivator and had never formally practiced swords, but he got this sword intent by chance, and it could be used to save his life at a critical moment, but it didn't matter, the most important thing was to open up another Heavenly Dao Sword Dao in front of him, and he had a strong feeling: he would also get the second, third, or even more sword intent, a completely different way of cultivation had opened up a broader and more splendid cultivation space for himself.

"Giggles. At this time, a chuckle like a pearl falling on a jade plate sounded in the corridor, "This son is so Yaxing, since he has a long night of unintentional sleep, why don't you let the concubine accompany the son to talk about poetry and fuke?"

Are you here? Ye Wushuang closed his eyes slightly and collected the sword intent and the glow on his face, these have nothing to do with the true yuan force, Xiao Sa can't take it away. "I don't know where Miss is from, why did she stay all night? I'm afraid it's not convenient now. ”

"The little woman's name is Su Qinglian, and she is the Guo Ren clan of Jinhua North, oh, just at the southern end of the temple. ”

Ye Wushuang smiled coldly, isn't there a mass grave in the south of the temple, do you think I don't know? Why didn't it come from Nie Xiaoqian? Who is Su Qinglian? (Su Qinglian, the prototype is another maid of the tree demon grandmother, the one who intrigued with Nie Xiaoqian. The name of A Chinese Ghost Story is Xiaoqing, and her name was changed to Su Qinglian because of the rename, please forgive me if there is a collision. ）

But I heard the woman continue: "The long night is boring, and I can hear the son chanting that will enter the wine, and I will resonate with my heart, and I will come over, and I will listen to the son singing an impassioned poem, and I can hear the breath in my chest, but I don't know what kind of poem this is, I don't know if the son can teach?"

"This is a chivalrous trip written by Shixian, Miss, please go back, I'm going to rest next. ”

"Chivalrous and uninhibited! I think I should be as unrestrained as my son, but I don't know why my son refuses to be thousands of miles away? I'm not afraid of a weak woman, am my son still afraid that I won't be able to eat you?"

Ye Wushuang pouted: "I think that Ye Wushuang's family has a wife and a child, and he has never made a wrong step when he goes out to socialize, although he is not a bhikshu who holds the precepts, he does not do this misstep." ”

"The son is bad, Qing Lian respects the son as a noble person, and there is no blasphemy, because the son is full of poetry and books, and has thousands of volumes in his chest, Qing Lian has a question that I don't know if the son can solve the doubt?"

"It's inconvenient in the middle of the night, and I ask the girl to respect herself. ”

"The ancients had a cloud of a word of the teacher, a word of a thousand gold, today Qing pity to hear the son of poetry, admiration, want to ask for advice, may I ask the son, a word can be a teacher, I do not sleep all night for learning, do not eat a meal, is there anything wrong?"

What she said is an allusion, in order to pursue the ultimate in art, the ancients often heard a good poem or a good tune to scatter their wealth and learn a lesson, if a person really encounters this kind of opportunity, then not sleeping all night and eating one less meal is really not a big deal, and it is too late for others to envy him!

I don't know how many people are willing to do this kind of catch-up business! Question, are you a female ghost, and if you are known, I don't know how many young men in the world are willing to risk their lives to try it? Ye Wushuang got up and went over to open the door: "In this way, I am stubborn, Miss, please come in." ”

In the porch stood a beautiful woman with a bewitching body, wearing a Luo skirt and a lilac light veil, her eyebrows and eyes were transparent and her temperament was noble, and she actually had a bookish aura in her body!

The woman entered the room with a faint smile, and Ye Wushuang hugged her fists slightly: "I have seen Miss Qinglian in the lower Ye Wushuang." ”

The woman smiled and saluted: "Su Qinglian has seen Ye Gongzi." ”

The two of them sat down after seeing the ceremony, which was particular in ancient times, whether the two sides knew each other or not, as long as they were on an equal footing to discuss the knowledge, they had to sit opposite each other, but this "sitting" was kneeling, kneeling on the couch, the buttocks lightly touched the ankles, and the upper body was straight, this Ye Wushuang could bear the sin, and he was afraid that he would not last long if he did not cultivate in the body, he sat directly on the heels, fortunately, the body was strong, otherwise it would be a shame to be compared to a woman.

Unexpectedly, Su Qinglian didn't follow the etiquette, so she sat down on the couch so naturally, pressed her calves, and her buttocks were slightly upturned. Ye Wushuang frowned secretly, I invited you in according to etiquette, you deceived the door and you didn't look like you were doing learning, isn't this a lie? I think it's funny when I think about it, why are I so serious, people want to eat my own, do I really discuss knowledge with you?

Su Qinglian mentioned the matter, so naturally she asked first: "May I ask why the son lives in this deserted temple?"

"I wanted to go to Beijing to catch the exam, but I missed the dormitory, so I had to do it. ”

"Why did Childe come here when he was full of poetry and books?"

"No one asked about the cold window for ten years, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. ”

"Does Childe want to be famous?"

"Well, it's not, learn to sell the emperor's martial arts, otherwise it's hard. ”

"Is Childe here to be appreciated or to make some money?"

"It's all there, it's all there. ”

Su Qinglian smiled slightly: "What I have learned from my son-in-law is not very orthodox." ”

"Well, I read a lot of miscellaneous books. ”

"Is it, Childe help me see what this is?" After speaking, she stretched out a green jade finger with one hand and drew it on the couch, one word at a time, and after the drawing, she flicked it on the couch with her finger, and the word actually emitted a millimeter, jumped more than a foot high, and then disappeared in the moonlight!

What is this special thing called? It's just a ghost! The words written by this female ghost on the couch turned out to be the "edict" character of "Imperial Decree"! She also used her own Yin Yuan to activate it! How is this possible? This word is harmful to the Yin Spirit, is it a female ghost or a female Taoist priest sitting in front of her? When she looked up again, Su Qinglian's face was a little pale, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became thicker, and Ye Wushuang couldn't help but stretch out her thumb: "Miss knows a lot, and she knows a lot." ”

Su Qinglian took a slight breath: "You can enter the Tao of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I don't know why Gongzi taught me?"

"This" Ye Wushuang was embarrassed, his mission goal was directly aimed at Nie Xiaoqian, if he didn't follow the plot, he couldn't do it to grandma, but now he has a Su Qing pity, and he doesn't look annoying, how can this be good? At this time, a gang of her is likely to affect the development of the plot, and she is nothing now, she can't save her at all, so she can only find another opportunity in the future. He sighed slightly and said: "Bai Yujing in the sky, the fifth floor and the twelve cities, the immortals touch my top, and I will be immortalized by my hair." I'm not the person Miss is looking for, so please take care of herself. "What he means is that it is not me who rescued you from the sea of suffering, so you should find another opportunity.

Su Qinglian's eyes were slightly red, and she bit her lip lightly: "Talking to you, I have benefited a lot, and I can't repay you, I am willing to recommend myself to the pillow seat, and I hope that you will have mercy." ”

Alas, is it finally here, if she had said so at the beginning, she would have blasted her out, but now she is a little unbearable, this woman still has the desire to save herself, although she still wants to harm herself in the end, but she always wants to give her a chance, and is about to persuade, Su Qinglian has already knelt down two steps and approached, Luo shirt somehow slipped off her shoulders, the bare skin under the moonlight like water is so delicate and white, the whole person is covered with a layer of faint light, half of the milk is crystal clear as jade!

"Qing Lian!" Ye Wushuang was unmoved, only said two words, and Su Qinglian also froze his body: "Childe is calling my name?"

"Qing Lian, you believe me, go back, don't do anything, don't think about anything, three days, something will happen in three days, and then you will come to me again. ”

Su Qinglian's face turned slightly red and put on his shirt: "Isn't the son going to Beijing to take the exam?"