Inexplicably, the same color butterfly rode the giant tiger towards the depths of the mountain range, while Feng Yao took Ying Tianchang into the bamboo building.

In the bamboo building, the fragrant medicine came with the wind, only to see that among them, there was a small alchemy platform, on the platform, there was a small black alchemy furnace, under the furnace, the purple flame burned. It is from it that the medicinal fragrance comes from.

Feng Yao glanced at it, and the Dan furnace was not unusual, so she stepped up to the attic, and Ying Tianchang followed behind her. When she went upstairs, she pushed open the door and walked into her boudoir.

In the boudoir, there are not many furnishings, and the most conspicuous thing is a zither placed in front of the attic window.

The guzheng is different from others, the ordinary guzheng is generally elongated, but this zither is like the crescent moon shape. I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, the whole body is like jasper, moist and smooth, shining in the sun. On the tip of the crescent moon, there is a hole, and a wisp of red spikes hangs down. There are thirteen strong deer tendon strings on the zheng, and there is a bamboo chair behind the zheng.

Feng Yao stepped to the back of the zither, straightened her dress, and sat down, Ying Tianchang stood behind her.

"Senior brother, would you like to listen to me stroke the kite?" She said softly.

"Of course!"

Feng Yao put her hands on the strings of the zheng, and with a slight flick of a slender jade finger, the sound of the zhengzheng qin was heard, echoing in this medicine valley. She tuned it up and tried it again, and then she was satisfied.

I saw her jade hand slowly raised, and then plucked towards the zither strings, her fragrant shoulders shook slightly, she lowered her head slightly, frowned slightly, her eyes were full of affection, and the long and tactful sound of the piano followed. At the beginning, the sound of the piano is cheerful, pleasant, the tune is ethereal, such as the sound of flowing water in the mountains, and the drizzle drops fall on the stone steps, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. Suddenly, Feng Yao's fingers were lightly together, the sound of the piano slowed down, and the tune also turned into wisps of deep sorrow. Feng Yao held the kite, lightly opened her red lips, accompanied by the sound of the piano, and sang leisurely: "Sauvignon Blanc, in the attic." In front of the autumn wind and yellow leaves falling on the window, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moon, sighing with emptiness. In the past, lovesickness, now absurd words, the past horizontal waves, now the spring of hatred, the past month of hand-holding, now across the blue sky, the past gods, now as enemies. Ten years of lovesickness is silent, and infatuated lovers have no complaints. The sound of the piano slowly stopped, and under Feng Yao's eyes, two lines of clear tears fell.

Ying Tianchang put his hand on his shoulder and called softly, "Feng Yao." ”

"I'm fine," Feng Yao held back her tears, "How long is it left?" She asked.

"A month." Ying Tianchang replied

"Do you have faith?" She asked again.

"No, I'll be in retreat for a month and try to take that step."

"Is it worth it for her?"

"Value! It's worth dying! Ying Tianchang's tone was very firm.

"You, let's go!" Feng Yao's tone was a little helpless, and a little resentful.

"Feng Yao, take care." Ying Tianchang turned around and walked out of the door, came to the attic, and was about to leave, but Feng Yao suddenly got up from the window and chased out, holding the doorpost with one hand, and called loudly: "Senior brother! ”

Ying Tianchang turned his head and looked at her.

"I, I, I've got something for you!" She bit her lip and said. Perhaps, what she wants to say is never this, what she wants to do is never to give him something and watch him leave, but she can only hold back, and at a glance, she knows that some words can only be hidden in her heart.

Feng Yao walked into the house, while Ying Tianchang waited in the courtyard.

She came to the alchemy furnace, her hands were sealed, and the purple aura continued to flow from her palm towards the furnace, and the Dan furnace also floated gently, and then slowly rotated, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the thick medicinal fragrance continued to spread in the room, and I don't know when, Ying Tianchang stood behind her.

As Feng Yao stopped the movement in her hand, the dark little Dan furnace slowly stopped, and the medicinal fragrance in the room seemed to be accepted by it, and then, the top cover of the Dan furnace slowly opened a small opening, Feng Yao stretched out her hand, and a jade bead-like green pill fell into her hand.

At this time, she had exhausted too much spiritual power, her mind was also unstable, and her forehead was oozing fragrant sweat, as if she was too tired, and she fell backwards unconsciously, Ying Tianchang reached out to hold her carefully.

"Senior brother, Dan Chengcheng, I can help you." Feng Yao's voice was a little weak.

"Feng Yao! Why are you so troubled! Ying Tianchang was a little distressed.

"Senior brother, do you think I'm bitter? A small elixir, do you think it can last ten years? ”

"Yao'er, me?"

Feng Yao left Ying Tianchang's chest, turned to face him, her eyes were so tightly watched, Ying Tianchang lowered her head, and the two were relatively speechless.

"Take it, this is the green grass spirit pill I refined, it can help you recover your aura, and it also has a miraculous effect on healing, you can take it!" Feng Yao handed over the pill in her hand.

Ying Tianchang shook his head, Feng Yao frowned, and then he picked up the pill from her hand, took out a small jade gourd from his arms, and put it in.

"Yao'er, thank you, I'm leaving." Ying Tianchang said.

"You go, don't come to me until you leave. I know I can't keep you. ”

Ying Tianchang turned around and came to the courtyard, the giant sword behind him floated in front of him, he flew up and flew into the air, and after a while, he disappeared into the colorful clouds, Feng Yao stood at the door, looking at his departing back, unwilling to leave for a long time, tears, gradually wet her eyes. And her heart seems to be intoxicated with the past and can't extricate herself.

Thirty years ago, a middle-aged Taoist with a long sword and a pair of children fell here from the sky, and at a glance, he knew that he was a cultivator, and the children he brought with him, the son was slightly older, seven years old, and the daughter was still young, just three years old. The middle-aged Taoist is Feng Yao's father, named Feng Ming, and this place is a mountain range in the north of the Han Dynasty, named "Taibai", he saw that this mountain range is full of spiritual energy, and it is a rare place to practice, so he decided to practice here, and created a Taoist system, called the Purple Qi Sword Sect.

In the second year of the founding of the sect, he accepted a six-year-old apprentice, although he was not born with a spirit body, but he also had excellent qualifications, and he loved it very much, this apprentice was Ying Tianchang, the second disciple of the Taoist. In the following years, the Taoist successively accepted five disciples, including his son, as the seven sons of the Sword Sect, but among these seven people, especially Ying Tianchang has the best qualifications, therefore, the Taoist also passed on his whole body cultivation to him, Ying Tianchang's understanding is also good, and he is very diligent, and his cultivation has always been above everyone.

Since ancient times, there are immortals and demons, and in the Han land, the same is naturally the case, the middle-aged Taoist has just been founding the sect for a year, and he was approached by an ancient demon land sect called the "Demon Cloud Sect" in the Han land, the reason is nothing more than to occupy their treasure land, but they can't see through the mountain protection magic circle laid by the middle-aged Taoist. Therefore, the people of the Demon Gate only shouted and cursed outside the valley, and did not dare to break through.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear it, so the sword rushed out of the sect in an instant, and with only one sword in the sky, the body of the ordinary disciple of the demon sect was broken out of thin air, and his body died.

How could Liu Hao, the head of the Demon Cloud Sect, agree, up and down his body, the demonic qi was rolling, constantly churning, and he would fight with him when he flew into the sky.

While the two were fighting, the wind in the valley was full of rumors, constantly whistling, and the giant trees and rocks were constantly surging towards the sky, striking each other in mid-air, making bursts of roar.

In the end, the demon cultivator Liu Hao gathered all over his body of demonic energy, and his hand knotted the demon seal, only to see that the demonic qi continued to surge out of his back, and continued to gather in front of him, turning into a huge dark black demon hand, grabbing towards Feng Ming, and a purple ribbon suddenly appeared outside Feng Ming's body, constantly wrapping him layer by layer, the demon hand grabbed Feng Ming, Liu Hao wanted to crush Feng Ming, but at this moment, only for a moment, layers of purple light continued to penetrate from the demon hand, and the demon hand also kept becoming dim, a long sword, Carrying Feng Ming to the nine skies, and spun around from above, stabbing towards Liu Hao.

And Liu Hao had no magic power at this time, he knew that he was not an opponent, so he hurriedly turned into a cloud of demons, gave up a few disciples, and fled into the distance, Feng Ming was wearing purple clothes, holding a long sword, and did not chase after him, because he was also consuming a lot at this time, and there was not much spiritual power left, so he naturally knew that the poor Kou Mo chased. He glanced at the Demon Sect disciples below and shouted in the sky, "Get out!" The group of Demon Sect disciples scattered and fled, and Feng Ming did not ruthlessly take their lives. Since then, the Demon Cloud Sect has never bothered again, but it is inevitable that the disciples will fight.

Time flies, time flies, fifteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the Purple Qi Sword Gate is also growing, but the middle-aged Taoist is getting old, so he gradually handed over the things in the door to the eldest disciple, that is, his son Feng Tianxiang and the second disciple Ying Tianchang to take care of it together, and he is concentrating on cultivation in order to prolong his life.

In the past fifteen years, Feng Yao has gradually grown up, from a three-year-old child to a big girl. And when she was growing up, one of her favorite things to do was to pester her second senior brother Ying Tianchang. When he was practicing, she accompanied him, and when he was tired, she poured him a cup of tea, and then led him to the valley, chasing butterflies and picking flowers. As she continues to grow up, she has long since changed from a simple childhood love to a girl's strong love. And Ying Tianchang didn't notice it in this regard, he just regarded her as a sister and kept taking care of her.

One day, in the center of the Han land, there was a sudden sound of rolling thunder, and a ray of light fell from it instantly, and I don't know why, it fell in a big lake in the center of the Han land in the blink of an eye, and disappeared. The cultivator sects in various places in the Han land naturally noticed it and sent their disciples to investigate, and the Sword Sect was naturally sent by Ying Tianchang.

Ying Tianchang came to the lake in a few days, he was just about to go to the lake, but he saw a woman in red suddenly burst out of the lake, with wisps of demonic energy on her body, and fled towards the sky. They chased them until they reached an endless mountain range in the northwest, and at this moment, the figure in front of them suddenly stopped and fell straight down the mountain from mid-air, obviously seriously injured. Ying Tianchang hurriedly flew away and hugged her tightly from the air.

He looked at her, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in the world. Sometimes, just one glance is eternal.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were closed, there was a trace of blood on her lips under Joan's nose, and the bun around her ears was a little messy. He carried her and landed in a valley, and in the valley there was a stream flowing slowly.

Ying Tianchang hugged the woman in red, squatted down, and took out a pill from his arms, "Wake up, wake up." He called to her softly, but she only murmured softly, and there was no movement.

Ying Tianchang was a little helpless, carefully put her on a bluestone by the stream, took out the pill bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, gently pinched her somewhat pale cheeks, put the pill into her mouth, lifted her small and delicate chin, and let her swallow it.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and rested his sword.

It didn't take long for the girl to murmur, and she slowly opened her eyes, and Ying Tianchang looked at her.

The girl was taken aback, and she couldn't help but want to sit up, but she only felt that she had no strength in her body, "Don't move, I've checked, your body is not injured, it should be hurt, I have taken the pill for you, and it should be fine to rest for a few days." ”

"Who are you?" The girl asked a little weakly, but with some caution.

"My name is Ying Tianchang!"

"Ying Tianchang? It's him! The girl thought to herself. Didn't he see that I was from the Demon Gate? She had some doubts in her heart, but now that she was hurt, she didn't dare to speak out, and could only pray that he didn't know.

The girl closed her eyes on the bluestone, and continued to refine the medicinal power in her body to restore her soul.

Ying Tianchang stood up, and with just one move, the giant sword came behind him.

"What are you going to do!" The woman in red snorted softly.

"I'm going to open a hole, you can't heal here!" After speaking, Ying Tianchang got up and left. After a while, he returned. The woman in red looked at him carefully.

He came up to her, sat down, and reached out to hug her.

"You! What are you doing? The woman in red gasped.

"Carry you out of here, you can't go now!" After speaking, Ying Tianchang picked up the woman in red with his arms, and the woman in red immediately felt the warmth in Ying Tianchang's chest and the sound of his powerful heartbeat. The pale face suddenly flushed.

Not long after, Ying Tianchang took the woman in red to the mountainside of a high mountain, only to see that there was a gap in the mountain, it seemed to be a hole, he flew into the cave with her, first leaned her against the cave wall, and then lit the hole with daylight beads, and then took off his robe, spread it on a bluestone bed, turned around and came to the woman in red, picked her up again, and carefully put her on his robe. During this process, the girl in red also looked at him from time to time, very shy. Ying Tianchang took out a fiery red gourd from the purple sac in his waist and placed it beside her, his hands were sealed, and the flames burned.

Ying Tianchang asked, "Dare to ask the fairy if he is a person from the Demon Gate?" ”

"Ahh The woman in red sat up with her body propped up, as if she had regained a little of her spirit.

"Fairy don't worry, I won't hurt you." Ying Tianchang hurriedly appeased.

The woman in red knew that he already knew that he was a demon cultivator, so she no longer hid it and nodded slightly.

"Dare to ask if the fairy can tell Fang's name?"

"My name is Liu Ying." Ying Tianchang nodded and remembered it in his heart.

"Shouldn't you have killed me?" The woman in red said hatefully.

"Why should I kill you?" Ying Tianchang looked at her and frowned slightly.

"I'm from the Demon Gate." The woman in red said.

"So what, what about cultivating demons, and how about cultivating immortals, they are all competing with the sky, as long as they don't violate the way of heaven and don't hurt the common people, they are all cultivators, immortals and demons fight, fight for each other, and it hurts the creatures of the earth." Ying Tianchang said. "Dare to ask the fairy, why did you hurt the spirit?"

The woman in red learned that Ying Tianchang didn't want to hurt her, so she calmed down, sighed lightly, and said, "Don't mention it, it's not for it!" ”

After speaking, she took out something from her arms, Ying Tianchang looked at it, and was shocked that it was it!