Ling Tiansu chuckled, knowing that Wu Ying was an existence that was difficult to communicate, and no longer delved into this issue with her.

He walked around to her, and suddenly reached out to stabilize the crown of hair on her head, and then untied the skewed and twisted headbands on her sharpened chin to stabilize the crown.

"In terms of self-care ability, you really don't live up to your name as His Royal Highness the Prince, and you can't even wear a hair crown. ”

As he spoke, he straightened the crown and tied the hairband for her.

Ling Tiansu glanced down at his eyebrows, still cold, but what was strange was Wu Ying, who was at his mercy.

He continued: "Although you are the same as me, you have not been around since you were a child, but you must always have common sense of life, if I would have been too lazy to care about you in the past, but now you are wearing my clothes, you can't be crooked, okay, go on the road." ”

After saying this, Ling Tiansu turned around and went to the tree to relieve the horse.

Looking back, he couldn't see that the pale palm holding the umbrella was pinched white because of nervousness.

The faint green tendons on the back of the hand appear clearer between the pale texture.

The blood umbrella on top of his head hung down slightly, and the shallow snow on the umbrella surface slid silently into the snow in front of the boots, and the bright red umbrella covered the pale and shallow powdery face.

The umbrella covered the moment, and the dark red eyes were still half fierce.

She slowly followed, still not talking, not saying a word.

The horses that Wu Ying bought are two high-quality horses, which shows that her living ability is low, but her vision for choosing horses is extremely good.

Although they are not as good as the red horses that are different from the north of the son, these two horses have extremely strong endurance and speed, and they gallop away on horseback, quite like chasing the wind.

If it were an ordinary person, sitting on the back of such a fierce horse, I am afraid that he would have already been torn and disheveled, and he would be embarrassed.

It's just that Ling Tiansu and Wu Ying are both cultivators, even if the two white horses are galloping in the wind and snow, and the wind is whistling in their ears, neither of them can hold the reins tightly.

No matter how fast the horses galloped, their bodies were still firmly attached to the horse's back.

Kung Fu Ling Tiansu, who was in a hurry, naturally did not sit idle, but took out the Starry Sword Sutra that he hadn't seen for a long time, and pressed both sides of the page with his fingers, so as not to be swept up by the wind.

Turning the cover and turning the first page, Ling Tiansu's eyes fell seriously on the content of the second page.

The second page, like the first page, has a guide to the sword diagram, and below the sword diagram, there is also a row of small characters of the formula:

"The stars bathe in the sky, and the sword stars are endless. The brilliant thunder roared, and the sword box was hidden. Fang and Ze are mixed, but the quality is not lost. ”

Ling Tiansu recited the mantra silently and memorized it all.

While silently reciting the mantra, he held a small steel rod in his hand that fixed Wu Ying's wound a few days ago, and compared it back and forth in the wind according to the sword diagram on the sword scripture, and the moves were still extremely simple.

Keling Tiansu has opened the Heavenly Eye since he turned the book, and under the Heavenly Eye, there is another eye, which is the Moon Pupil of Candle Yin.

Therefore, these simple sword moves fell into Ling Tiansu's eyes, and they were no longer ordinary and monotonous.

His eyes were closed, his golden pupils were wide open, and the small metal stick in his hand was used as a sword, and each move was copied and carved extremely slowly.

But when Wu Ying looked sideways, when her eyes fell on Ling Tiansu's hand, the corners of her cold mouth quietly curled up unconsciously.

She could see that each move seemed to be extremely slow, but under the sword technique that was so slow that it was countless times more than Taiji, there was a thousand extreme sword intent.

Only her dark red pupils could catch the countless sword shadows flying under his extremely slow sword moves.

Her gaze stopped on the movements in his hand, and then moved up inch by inch, falling into the depths of the golden light of the vertical mark in the heart of Ling Tian Su's eyebrows.

She saw an eye under the vertical pupil, and after being slightly stunned, her dark red eyes suddenly shone like jewels, and they were dazzling and beautiful.

The horses beneath him were still galloping tirelessly.

This is a grassland, and the horses are so fast that they don't even notice it, and the golden star above its head, hidden by hundreds of billions of stars, is blooming and reflecting alone.

The weeds swept by the horses' hooves were swept by the wind in an instant, and then the roots were slashed by some kind of sharp as the blade of a sickle.

The green weeds splashed up under the hooves, and then were swept away by the wind in the wilderness into the uninhabited night.

Ling Tiansu quickly stopped the movement in his hand, and his vertical pupils slowly closed and calmed down.

He opened his closed eyes and looked helplessly at the metal stick in his palm.

The tip of the stick was stained with a cluster of golden flames, and the flames were inconspicuous.

But under the fierce wind brought by the galloping horse, the flame still burned unhurriedly, and there was no sign of extinguishing it.

As soon as Ling Tiansu's palm holding the metal stick loosened slightly, he saw that the golden flame turned into a liquid flow of fire, and swam towards the inside of the metal stick.

The flame was like a sword fire among the stars, cutting this small iron stick into iron flower fragments inch by inch.

Looking at the golden iron piece that was still burning with golden brilliance and was swept away by the wind on the grassland, Ling Tian shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity that this sword technique can't be practiced for the time being." ”

Wu Ying retracted his gaze, looked straight ahead and said, "You need a sword." ”

Of course, Ling Tiansu knew that he needed a sword, and since this was the sword scripture left to him by Su Yi, he naturally had to use the sword to practice.

Although he barely learned the second page of the Starry Sword Sutra with that metal stick, after all, Fan Tie could not withstand the terrifying sword intent in the Sword Sutra and the power of the starfire of the stars outside the Nine Heavens.

I still remember that when I practiced the first page of the Sword Sutra, it was a dead branch, and that dead branch burned to ashes.

In the howling wind, Wu Ying's voice once again clearly followed the wind and reached Ling Tiansu's ears: "If you apprentice to the Sword God, he will definitely give you a good apprentice sword gift." ”

Ling Tiansu shook his head and said, "What I want to learn is the sword of the inheritance of Wu Qi Evil, he taught me a sword intent, and he can be regarded as half my master, how can I still worship others as teachers." ”

Hearing this, Wu Ying coughed lightly at an inopportune time, looked at him with a slightly strange face, and did not speak again.

In the grassland after dusk, the night falls very quickly, and the darkness of the sky is like a celestial person splashing ink, and the dark color covers the last trace of sunset after dusk.

The snow on the grassland stopped at some point, and the horses under Ling Tiansu stopped their swift hooves.

He sat on the horse's back, felt the uneasy panting of the horses beneath him, raised his front hooves, and involuntarily took two steps back.

The horse under Wu Ying also wanted to do the same, but her seemingly weak palm fell lightly on the horse's back, and it honestly didn't even dare to breathe.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and even when the night was about to fall, she could still see clearly on the grassland hills in front of her, the black pressure and the hundreds of horsemen shouting unknown slogans were descending from the dust.

They wielded the knives in their hands, and between the horses, the owners on horseback held a thick black iron lock, which was full of steel needles and thorns.

The hundred horsemen formed a long row, shouting madly and running in the direction of Ling Tiansu like a cannibal demon.

Ling Tiansu touched the horse's back, this stroking was not as forcibly suppressed as Wu Ying, but a sense of appeasement, he smiled in a low voice, there was no fear in his eyes: "It seems to be a horse bandit." ”

Wu Ying's dark and bloody eyes flickered in the night, reflecting the cold killing intent, but there was still disdain in that killing intent:

"It's not an ordinary horse bandit, looking at the formation, quite the size of the army, it seems to be a big man in the court, in this grassland, there is such a hidden hand, under the guise of being a horse bandit, it is also a good idea. ”

Ling Tiansu looked at her sideways and said, "Their goal is so obvious, the equipment on horseback is obviously not prepared in a hurry, it seems that they came prepared to target us." ”

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence of the grassland.

Wu Ying closed her eyes and slowly turned her back, the bridge of her tall nose moved slightly, as if she was sniffing, looking at her side face in the dark, the outline was clear, delicate and distinct.

The moment she slowly opened her eyes, Ling Tiansu clearly caught the blood in the depths of her pupils, and her face was cold and slightly mocked: "The taste of Devil May Cry grass is really interesting." ”