Shu is far away from Kunlun.

Far more than thousands of miles away.

The journey is long, but it is not difficult for those who travel to the East China Sea and spend their evenings in the wilderness.

Although he is alone, Li Xiale's freedom, ten years of sword practice in the mountains finally got the opportunity to wanton, he sang all the way with the sword, like a wild horse sword galloping wildly, towards the direction of Xichuan Shudi, all the way free.

From the Kunlun Mountains to the southwest, in every town, he would buy and release any animal she encountered, and when he traveled deep into the mountains, he would clean every dilapidated pavilion shrine and temple he encountered, and he would release every fish that jumped ashore as he passed through every waterway.

Who knows why can't you think about jumping ashore? Anyway, the release will be over.

Even when he was shuttling through the mountains and forests, Li Xia would say to every animal that touched him: "You are really a great beauty!" "On the way, I would also collect the bones of unburied people along the way, and when I got to the town, I would go to Yizhuang to buy a coffin to bury them, or give some money to the homeless people.

Because I constantly encounter narration prompts, I am constantly brushing up on achievements along the way, and I am also constantly brushing my own attributes, sword intent and fortune.

Although the blessing is invisible, it is very important for cultivators, and it is really a lot to get rewards.

More importantly, he will do what he can to make his heart feel at ease.

It's just a pity that he hasn't met any fox who has come to him to repay his kindness.

After half a year of freedom.

He came to the foot of Shu Mountain.

Different from Kunlun's year-round snow, Shushan is clear and beautiful, even in autumn, but the green in the mountains is stacked and green, the peaks everywhere are like ink swords towering the sky, everywhere a hundred flowers compete for beauty, the white clouds float from the half-peak, the Qingjiang River surrounds the mouth of the Rao gorge, and the meaning is extraordinarily high.

With such a view, Li Xia, who was standing in the mountains, felt suddenly open-minded.

There are many sword schools in the southwest, but most of them are respected by Shushan, and Kunlun Mountain is a south and a north is respected as the two major sword cultivation holy places, and there are many handsome men and beautiful women in disciples.

One pays attention to the avenue of inaction, and the other pays attention to the red dust refining heart, which is the essential difference between the two major sword sects.

Standing on the mountain road, in the evening, under the red glow in the sky, there are endless green peaks in the eyes, Li Xia raised his hand and turned the wooden sword in his hand around, and after turning a few directions, he finally was: [Huh? What are you looking at? This is a mountain, this is a bird, this is a flower, you are stupid...] and a series of hints flashed, and the hint of [a trail out of the mountain] flashed by him.

He thought for a moment, brushed aside the shrubs, and followed the wooden sword's prompts in the direction of the path.

Because the narration will appear when encountering special people and things, it is inferred that the place where the wooden sword can react will definitely encounter the flow of people or special things and things, and use the narrator's prompts to find the direction, which is a new usage that Li Xia has unearthed these days.

The night wind gradually rose, the forest gradually darkened, Li Xia held the sword forward, walked through for a while, between the breeze and the bright moon, the scene in front of him suddenly opened up, and found a little swaying glimmer in the distance.

I don't know when, the noise in the forest is silent, only the moonlight is shining, pressing the wooden sword, Li Xia walked forward for a distance, the lights are gradually clear, and a flute in the distance is clearer and higher, like a breeze coming slowly.

The sound of the flute is crisp, swaying gently, leisurely and tactful, just like the boudoir woman's resentment that she misses her lover and never sees, with a touch of sadness in the sorrow, sometimes light and melodious, but it is also like the afterglow of the young woman after the dream of returning to spring, light and bright with a bit of seductive love.

Qinghui and moonlight, Li Xia, who approached, also saw a woman in white sitting on the rocks by the stream.

The flute sound with inexplicable thoughts and melancholy came from the green jade flute in her hand, and the night breeze caressed the streamers on her body, and she sat cross-legged with a little more dusty temperament.

In the wilderness, at night, where will there be any serious woman sitting by the stream and playing the flute?

Most of them are goblins and ghosts.

The thin flute groaned, the sound was like a bare hand caressing the chest, and the beautiful timbre was a little provocative, and soon it became resentful, like crying, and it made people listen to it fascinating.

The night breeze came slowly, the mist by the stream rose, and the woman sitting by the stream slowly stirred the tulle on her body, and actually danced on the water.

The water flow is clear, reflecting her body and appearance, the white dress on her body is soaked and close-fitting, the grade is only double ten, the face is frosty, the charming red lips are embellished with snow white, the toes pluck the lake water, in the gurgling sound of flowing water, the mist and the moonlight float in the stream, fluttering and quiet make her a little more enchanting and ecstasy in the clear!

At just a glance, the view is unforgettable.

"Oops......"

After jumping geometrically, the woman in the stream suddenly snorted, and she looked back at Li Xia timidly, as if she had suddenly discovered him.

"This Daoist." The bell on the woman's wrist swayed with her movements, making a crisp bell sound, "Why is it so rude?"

When she spoke, her eyes were timid, and her appearance was still delicate and lovely.

Li Xia looked at her and blinked.

[I understand the truth, but it is rare to meet such a beautiful ghost, the moonlight here is just right, I want to come to the bleak place, there will be no wind and rain and no one, I should taste the excellent delicacy of this good sound and red sleeves, wonderful. 】

[Let's have something better, I love it.] 】

[Reward: Ahhhh

Ahh

It's weird.

And such a reward?

Li Xia was puzzled, but that damn curiosity suddenly resurfaced.

"A little more pretty, I love it." After Li Xia finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged by the stream with his wooden sword, waiting for the woman to continue dancing.

When the woman heard this, her eyes were full of surprise, and she was a little hesitant for a moment, not knowing what Li Xia wanted, as the mist rose, she stood on the water, revealing her tulle shoulders and delicate neck, and her front was also looming, and the whole person seemed to be more white in the moonlight.

"You have a sword!"

The woman looked at the wooden sword in Li Xia's hand, her face changed slightly, her figure staggered slightly, her arm was raised slightly, and she stepped forward a few steps forward with the stream.

Whether it is a cultivator or a swordsman, the swords are all gorgeous and sharp, and the wooden sword in Li Xia's hand does not show any strangeness at all, but the woman does not dare to speculate.

Her gaze moved up, her gaze stayed on Li Xia, the person who came was handsome and beardless, with a bit of bearing on his body, wearing a plain Taoist robe close to his body, and he couldn't see the source and heel of the sect, but the person who dared to wander around with a wooden sword was either really cultivated or a hot-blooded stunned Qing, who was stunned Qing was easy to say, but I was afraid that there was cultivation in the body, so it was not easy to deal with.

However, the other party's age is very young, the breath on his body is not revealed much, and the way he walks, he still looks like a chick, he is the kind of righteous young man who has just walked out of the sect and has nowhere to put his yang qi and desires, and more importantly, he doesn't have much cultivation.

And I heard that such a handsome and elegant little Taoist leader is generally from the Taoist sect, and the elders in the door don't have much teaching about the relationship between men and women, and it is when a ghost cultivator big sister like her is needed to teach life experience.

"Ah, the first time I went out of the mountain, I met a delicious trail chief, but I don't know what kind of one she likes." With such an analysis in her heart, the woman's eyes gradually became charming, twisted her waist and untied her clothes, and slowly approached Li Xia.

"The trail is long, the night is heavy, can you hug the slave family, the slave family will make you look better."