Suddenly, a female voice rang out. Neither Chen Jing nor Zhan Yuan noticed anyone approaching.

"Senior Brother Chen Jing was called by me." The voice is soft, with a feeling of distant mountains and light ink.

The two turned around at the same time, only to see a woman wearing a gray and white Taoist robe standing at the entrance of the medicine garden, holding a Taoist bun, and a purple ancient wooden hairpin inserted between the black hair, but there was no other ornament, and the whole person looked extremely simple.

Chen Jing was surprised in his heart, of course he knew her, she was Ye Qingxue, the senior sister of Qianluo Mountain, who could be said to be the only disciple of the previous head, as for Chen Jing, it was just in name.

"It turned out that Senior Sister Ye asked Senior Brother Chen to come." The aura flame in Zhan Yuan's hand dissipated, and after speaking, he said to Chen Jing: "Why didn't you say it earlier, hehe, if you want any medicine, go and get it yourself." He had a gentle smile on his face, as if nothing had happened, and the change was extremely fast.

Chen Jing felt that he was very similar to Sun Xuantong, or that the children from a big family were all the same, he was kind on the surface, but he always had his own purpose inside.

Chen Jing didn't move, nor did he say anything, but Ye Qingxue walked over and said, "Senior Brother Zhan has been guarding the medicine garden for so long, it's been hard. From today on, this elixir garden will be guarded by me. ”

Although her voice was soft and clean, like a mountain spring, there was not the slightest element of negotiation.

"Uh, Senior Sister Ye, do you have a master order?" Zhan Yuan asked.

"You can go and ask the head of the family." Ye Qingxue Road.

Zhan Yuan paused slightly, and then smiled: "Hehe, since this is the case, then Zhan Yuan will retire." After he finished speaking, he really left like that, and smiled at Chen Jing as he left.

In the blink of an eye, only Chen Jing and Ye Qingxue were left here, the insects in the grass began to chirp again, and the stars fell in the sky.

"The sacrificial sword is the most exhausting, and many people who are extremely talented prefer swordsmanship, but in the end they waste their years in vain, exhaust their mental strength, and finally turn into a piece of loess. You have to do it yourself. After Ye Qingxue finished speaking, she got up on the grass roof and sat down, but she didn't pay attention to Chen Jing anymore.

For Chen Jing, Ye Qingxue is not only a senior sister, but half a master and a life-saving benefactor.

"Thank you, senior sister." Chen Jing said: "Senior sister, that senior brother Zhanyuan ......" Chen Jing looked up at Ye Qingxue, who no longer cared about himself at all, and still did not turn around. Just now, I was ready to flee from Qianluo Mountain, and at this moment, the elixir in the medicine garden could be taken at will.

"You don't have to worry about this, practice the sword as soon as possible, so that you can also protect yourself." Ye Qingxue closed her eyes and said lightly.

He Jing didn't ask her how she knew she was practicing swordsmanship, and he never said much. But he is also a thoughtful person, just thinking about the scene just now, he knew that Zhanyuan was selling a favor. He won't ask the master, of course, even if he asks, he will definitely not be able to help Ye Qingxue.

Many people said that Ye Qingxue's mana was no longer under the master, and among the Thousand Sects, Ye Qingxue's status was somewhat transcendent, different from ordinary disciples.

In the eyes of others, he is a person in Ye Qingxue's lineage, and if he controls Chen Jing, it is possible to contain Ye Qingxue, which is extremely beneficial for them to compete for the position of head in the future. This is also the reason why Zhan Yuan said so much just now, but he didn't make a move in the end. Chen Jing knew that if he opened his mouth to beg for mercy just now, he would definitely let himself collect medicine, but from now on, he would have a handle in his hands.

It is certain that Zhan Yuan must be very satisfied with this result in his heart.

Among these thousand Luo Sects, what Chen Jing saw was indeed only secular power struggles, without any trace of the detachment of the Immortal Sect. This is also one of the reasons why he thought of leaving without a trace of nostalgia.

In the following month, after Chen Jing raised his sword with blood, he would go to the medicine garden to get medicine, and all kinds of elixirs were available to him. Every time I went, I saw her sitting on the roof of the grass house practicing breath and breathing, and it seemed that she had never left.

At this time, most of the Qianluomen had already descended the mountain and would not return until the end of the New Year. Except for the retreat master, only a few of the people who remained in the mountain were still in the mountain, and most of the elders were taken back to their homes by the disciples. The Thousand Romans were as quiet as the eve of a storm.

One day more than 20 days later, Chen Jing was still practicing the sword body with blood, concentrating and meditating on the sword in his hand, and suddenly a feeling suddenly arose in his heart, feeling that the sword in his hand had changed, and it was no longer as cold as before. There is a subtle connection between them, which is indescribable and unclear, but it can be clearly felt. The sword body trembled slightly, like a butterfly that had turned out of a cocoon, ready to vibrate and fly, Chen Jing knew that this was a sign of channeling.

Only when the sword can move at will can you start practicing swordsmanship.

In a high-gate mansion in Baling City, three hundred miles away from Qianluo Mountain, Sun Xuantong sat on a fox skin chair, looking at a picture scroll in his hand, on which was a young scholar, and a girl next to him was squeezed on the arm of the chair, the girl was wearing a fiery red fur jacket, and looked at the picture scroll in Sun Xuantong's hand with a slight pout. She is Sun Xuantong's sister Sun Xuanyu.

I only heard her say delicately: "Brother, it's this guy who won't let you borrow books, it looks like Sven, but he's very fat." ”

"People are not only fat, but also ruthless, slaughtering three at a time, and doing what your brother wanted to do but never did. You said he's Sven, but that's wrong. You can see that the bridge of his nose is firm, the wings of his nose are tightened, and his lips are thick and angular, and you can tell at a glance that he is a silent and resolute person. And the three people he killed were surrounded by a lot of people guarding in the open and in the dark, but he found a chance to kill them all at once, and he could still survive, which can be seen after careful consideration. If it can be used by us, it will definitely be a good sword in the future. Sun Xuantong looked at his hand and listened to the scroll and said gently.

"Brother wants to take him, I don't care, no matter what, I'm going to get angry." Sun Xuanyu, who was dressed in a red jacket, pointed to the scroll and said coquettishly.

"Okay, well, in two months, after my brother controls Qianluomen and kills the old guy, you can do anything." Sun Xuantong seemed helpless, but in fact said dotingly.

"My brother is still good to me, and when the time comes, I will hang him for three days, give him three hundred lashes, and then ask him to pour the toilet for me for three months. Hee-hee...... You say it's okay, brother......"

"Okay, whatever......"

Immediately afterwards, Sun Xuanyu asked in a low voice, "Brother, will there be danger this time?" ”

"What's the danger, all of this is controlled by the city god, brother is just going to be the head of Qianluo after the dust settles, and I don't know if Qianluomen will still exist by then." Sun Xuantong said with emotion.

"So, will the city god show up this time?" Sun Xuanyu asked with some excitement.

"I don't know." Sun Xuantong said.

Hearing Sun Xuantong's answer, Sun Xuantong immediately became worried, and said: "Brother, I heard that Jiang Liuyun, the head of Qianluo, has a strong mana, and even his senior brother Dao Chong died in his hands, I think it's too dangerous, you better not go." ”

Sun Xuantong patted Sun Xuanyu's hand, smiled and said: "It's okay, this time, in addition to not being sure whether the City God will show up, the four small City God's seats under the City God will go, as well as three thousand Yin soldiers and spirit attendants, there should be no danger." He paused and said, "Besides, although I am cultivating the Immortal Dao, I am in Baling City, that is, I have entered the Divine Domain of the City God, if I don't obey him, even if I am not wiped out by the City God as an evil spirit, I will be expelled from the city." ”

After Sun Xuanyu met his brother Sun Xuantong's last words, his waist was all the way, his face was angry, and then he disappeared quickly, turned to a helpless sigh, and said in a low voice: "Brother, then you have to be careful, you always love to be in the limelight, and you like to walk in front of the middle, which is very dangerous." ”

"Hehe, I know, I know, in Baling City, there is not only my brother who cultivates the Immortal Dao who has been recruited by the City God, and when the time comes, Brother will walk at the back, and then go to the front after everything is calm. All right! Sun Xuantong smiled happily.

Sun Xuanyu smiled with the same beauty.

Time flies like a white horse.

Chen Jing sat on the table, and a sword floated around him. It's not fast, but it's extremely steady, like a hand holding the hilt of a sword. Only a moment later, it fell back into his hand, and he rubbed his hand back and forth on the blade of the sword, and the inner breath came out from his fingertips, like an invisible spring washing the sword body, and the sword body was much clearer than before it was not washed by blood.

The sword psychic no longer needs to be washed in blood, as long as it is nourished with spiritual breath. If you can communicate with your thoughts, you have entered the stage of recuperation.

Day after day, the alien stars in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are extinguished and the sun rises, and the night comes and the day appears.

In the attic, Chen Jingpan sat on the table, the sword revolved around the body, the circle of rotation became larger and larger, if you look closely, you will find that the sword body is trembling slightly, there is no moment to stop, every tremor is extremely slight, as if it is about to change direction and stab out at any time.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the door, and the boy who delivered the meal had already arrived at the door, and the sword floating a few meters away suddenly shook in the void, only to see a white light across the void, the sword had been sheathed, and Xianzhen stepped into the door.

Xianzhen looked at the scabbard on Chen Jing's lap, he seemed to see a white light flying into it just now, but now looking at Chen Jing's sitting with his eyes closed, he thought that he had seen it wrong.

For more than a month, every time he saw Chen Jing sitting here meditating, he always wanted to ask Chen Jing what kind of spell he was cultivating, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what kind of spell are you practicing?" ”

Chen Jing opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior brother is practicing swordsmanship. ”

He let out an 'oh' and put down his meal, he was only a teenager and didn't know much about swordsmanship. He helped Chen Jing set up the meal, and then put away the dishes and chopsticks from the previous meal, and was about to leave, but Chen Jing suddenly frowned and asked, "Xianzhen, what's wrong with your hands?" ”

Xianzhen raised his head and smiled: "I was beaten by Senior Brother Mingxing." He smiled quietly, and there was no trace of resentment in him. He didn't raise his hand to show Chen Jing, Chen Jing only saw a few bruises on the back of his hand, and then suddenly asked.

Listening to Xianzhen's words, Chen Jing's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, he reached out and grabbed Mingxin's hand, and pulled his sleeve up, only to see that there were red marks and bruises on his arms, some new, and some were about to be good. A surge of anger surged in his heart, and he asked in a low voice, "Why did he beat you?" ”

"Senior Brother Mingxing said that I did something wrong, and I will be punished." Xianzhen's voice is very immature, as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him, his eyes are bright and not stained with dust.

Chen Jing felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and secretly thought: "A child shouldn't treat him like this no matter what, look at this new injury and old injury, it's not once or twice." He didn't know Mingxing, so he immediately asked, "Mingxing is your disciple, and he said that you made a mistake." ”

"Mingxing is a disciple of the head of the family's uncle, and he is the head of the kitchen." Xianzhen said.

"And he said what did you do wrong?"

Xianzhen lowered his head and thought for a while and then whispered: "I don't know what mistakes I made, I will make mistakes when I burn the fire, I will make mistakes when I carry water, I will also ...... when I chop wood, and I will also when I serve tea and make tea" Speaking of this, he suddenly raised his head, blinked his eyes and said: "Senior brother, am I very stupid." ”

He didn't hear Chen Jing's answer, because Chen Jing had slowly closed his eyes at this time, and he was afraid that Xianzhen would see the anger in his eyes. Xianzhen wondered why Senior Brother suddenly closed his eyes.

After a while, Chen Jing opened his eyes, grabbed Xianzhen's weak but scarred little hand, pointed to the latest few bruises and asked, "This is still a new injury just now, what is the reason?" ”

Xianzhen suddenly scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "This is because Senior Brother Mingxuan said that I gave Senior Brother too much food. ”

Chen Jing was silent for a long time, and said in a lower voice: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts."

"Will you cry?"

"I hid under the covers at night and cried, and no one saw me."

Xianzhen looked up and smiled, as if he was extremely proud of his cleverness, and his smile was like a wild flower blooming on the side of the road in March, swaying in the breeze.