Cuizhu Peak, not time.

As soon as Shen Yu came back, he saw Shang Yingluo waiting outside the door.

"I heard you beat them with a stick? What kind of stick? ”

As soon as she saw Shen Yu appear, the little girl stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, and curiously asked about the competition between the two peaks.

Shen Yu poured a cup of tea and said lazily: "That's it, there are many bamboo forests outside." ”

The little girl continued, "They say that this stick is called a stuffy stick, why are you hiding a stick in your arms?" ”

Shen Yu said with a serious face: "Protect yourself." ”

Shang Yingluo didn't believe it, and said suspiciously: "Are you sure it's used to protect yourself?" ”

Shen Yu said seriously: "Of course, when fighting, a cold stick is not a protective body. ”

Shen Yu didn't talk nonsense, back then, when he had just stepped into cultivation, an old Taoist priest used such a stuffy stick to knock him doubt his life.

"The cultivators of this world like to use gorgeous fairy swords, magic weapons surrounded by treasures, bells and whistles, if they talk about fighting, they still have to be simple and unpretentious, like people in the market, knocking on sticks and slapping bricks."

The old Taoist priest left a deep impression on Shen Yu, and he still remembered it after three thousand years.

So, on the way back from the mountain behind the Yanfa Palace, he picked up a bamboo stick casually.

Shang Yingluo's eyes were staring at this handsome young man, not understanding that this person was obviously very talented, but he always concealed it and didn't let people know.

Is there any secret that can't be told?

Shen Yu saw the little girl's thoughts at a glance and said, "I'm just afraid of trouble." ”

In the Dao Sect, one of the legendary Nine Holy Lands, people with outstanding talents will attract too much attention, and such people will also encounter endless troubles.

It just so happens that Shen Yu is a person who is afraid of trouble, and there are some things that don't need to be known.

Shang Yingluo suddenly rushed into Shen Yu's arms, and then began to pull at his clothes.

Shen Yu asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Shang Yingluo looked serious and said, "I'm also afraid of trouble, give me your stuffy stick." ”

Shen Yu sighed lightly and said, "This kind of thing is to be taken by surprise, and now that everyone knows about it, it will naturally be lost." ”

When the little girl heard this, she jumped off him with a disappointed face.

Shen Yu looked at her and said, "I've entered the Dao realm." ”

Shang Yingluo had already stepped into the realm of entering the Dao realm long before the two peaks and Xiaobi, and the reason why she told Ming Jian that she wanted to retreat was just because she was a little afraid that the elders of the four halls and the seven peaks would find out their identities.

This year, Shen Yu was also a little surprised by the little girl's talent.

Shang Yingluo blinked her eyes and didn't speak, meaning what about you?

Shen Yu rubbed her little head and said, "I'm almost there." ”

Shang Yingluo was excited, and ran to the depths of the bamboo forest outside the house, and the little girl's happy voice came from a distance: "I'll go find my little stuffy stick first." ”

.....

The second year of Cuizhu Peak.

Shang Yingluo became the first disciple to advance to the Dao realm, and then was taken away from Cuizhu Peak.

The little girl deliberately concealed it for a year, but in the end it was discovered.

When parting, the little girl cried pear blossoms with rain, one step and three turns, pitiful, Shen Yu didn't understand, the two were only separated for a few months, so why should it be so.

Even if you don't want to see each other again, what does it matter?

In Shen Yu's heart, people's joys and sorrows, joys, sorrows, and sorrows are all unnecessary things, but when I saw the little girl's tearful eyes, I suddenly felt... It's still kind of interesting.

This time, Shen Yu carefully noted down the appearance of this little girl.

.....

Soon, Ye Zhiqiu, Liang Shi, Jiang Shaoqiu and several other talented disciples had reached the peak of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation one after another, ready to break through to the Dao realm at any time.

And Shen Yu is still that lazy look.

Every day, I get up late every day to feed a few rabbits with spiritual grass, and then go to water the flowers in the evening.

The only thing that was different was that everyone looked at him, less contempt, disdain, more awe and... Something else.

Shen Yu became the second only figure in Cuizhu Peak after Shang Yingluo.

this day.

Shen Yupan sat on the stone platform at the top of the cliff, closed his eyes and felt the breeze on the top of the mountain, thinking that he was a little unaccustomed to the sound of the little girl's chirping.

The breeze blows, the fresh fragrance of the orchid comes to the nose, the sleeves of the teenager dance lightly, and the temperament is dusty.

Not far away, there was some stumbling footsteps.

Taoist practice, advocating nature, most of the disciples like to stay between the mountains and mountains.

Since the realm of these disciples has gradually improved, in addition to teaching everyone the basic cultivation exercises, Ming Jian has also deliberately taught some Taoist techniques, such as the art of imperial objects.

The purpose is to share the trip to the treasure cliff.

For this reason, Cuizhu Peak can see disciples everywhere either carrying lanterns, or rattling bells, or holding some spiritual essence weapons, and they are always practicing the method of imperial objects.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the sound of those scattered footsteps and the sound of the royal object breaking the air gradually dissipated, and only a green bamboo Xiao kept waving.

Dancing in the middle of the top of the mountain is a girl with a graceful face, named Yang Liu, who practices very weekdays, but her cultivation qualifications are average, and now she is still the fifth layer of Qi training.

The sound of Zhu Xiao breaking the air continued into the night, gradually fading.

Shen Yu felt a hint of coolness in a daze, and after a while, the raindrops the size of beans fell down, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This spring rain is unpredictable.

Shen Yu thought that he would not go to the top of the mountain to sleep in the future, not only would it be noisy, but he would always get drenched in rain.

The young man got up and found an umbrella leaning next to him, blue-green, looking a little delicate, as if it was carried by a woman.

Shen Yu thought about it, opened the umbrella, and slowly descended the mountain.

On the second day, Shen Yu came to the top of the mountain, put the umbrella next to the rock, and began to recline and sleep again.

But it won't rain today.

The delicate and graceful girl ran over, her face a little ruddy, and she stopped talking.

Shen Yu didn't open his eyes, just nodded slightly.

The girl took back the umbrella and began to practice the art of the Imperial Object again.

It seems that she is indeed very diligent, she practiced until late at night yesterday, and came early in the morning today, but in Shen Yu's opinion, some of the skills of this imperial art have not changed in the slightest, and she is just doing some useless work in vain.

Sometimes, you can faintly hear the whispered crying of a young girl.

In this way, half a month passed, and on this night, Shen Yu spoke for the first time in front of the girl.

"Feel the changes in the aura carefully."

Yang Liu looked at Shen Yu in a daze, then came to his senses and nodded again and again.

"Immerse your mind in the subtleties of the aura of heaven and earth"

"Heavy and light."

"I'm in a hurry."

"Ignore that bamboo piece."

"Wrong, do it all over again."

The young man said this indifferently, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest, but when the girl heard it, her face blushed, thinking that her imperial art was so unbearable in the eyes of the other party, but she still held back her tears and did not let herself cry.

However, Yang Liu still subconsciously insisted.

For some reason, she had some feelings in her heart that if she chose to give up or complain at this time, that person really wouldn't say a word more.

Three days.

From the initial disorganized, Yang Liu's art of controlling things has become easy, tossing and turning, and the bamboo Xiao has become very freehand in her control.

Despite this, Shen Yu was still a little dissatisfied with the girl's cultivation progress, this woman was still too clumsy.

But after Yang Liu felt the subtle changes in himself, he was overjoyed, and his eyes looked at Shen Yu with more and more reverence.

Seeing that the real person had also instructed her, although she had said a lot of ways and means, she always felt that she was a little worse than Shen Yubi.

Teenagers always seem to be able to find problems in subtle ways and then use the most direct methods to correct them.

Could it be that Shen Yu's comprehension of the Dao is higher than that of Ming Jianzhen?

Thinking of this, Yang Liu shook his head lightly and laughed at himself.

"Is this possible?"