Early morning.

In the deep forest, the sword wind howled.

For the first time, Wang Li used his fastest speed to unleash half of the Demon Sword.

Unlike in the past, when he was teaching in the pure edge, he deliberately slowed down his movements, and he did not have to perform slowly and leisurely due to physical reasons.

In a state of high concentration, he did not make any mistakes.

Even if he held a light wooden sword in his hand, he could still hear the roar of the sword after the sharp wind broke through.

Footwork, body style, breath, and eyes all match.

After one day of physical training, he already felt that he had made great progress compared to himself yesterday.

At the end, the light brown tip of the sword suddenly stabbed straight out, wrapped in an indomitable momentum, and after a short, eye-popping sound, it plunged straight into the trunk of the tree surrounded by a person in front of him.

Debris flies.

It didn't reach the middle of the wooden sword.

Wang Li paused, and after a breath, he quickly pulled out the wooden sword, and the faint green smoke on the sword body fluttered.

I saw that there were many friction marks on both sides of the wooden sword, and after coming into contact with the air, it slowly revealed a scorched black color, and in some places even faintly began to redden.

Blowing a breath, the red light that would have been extinguished suddenly became dazzling again, like an invigorating fire before drilling wood to make a fire.

Wang Li's wrist flicked, and the sparks shook off, and they quickly disappeared in the flying.

Raising his hand to wipe away a sweat from his sideburns, his breathing was a little heavy, but his eyes were bright and stunning.

In the past few months, he has long been fed up with the burden and even drag from his body.

In his previous life, although he was just an ordinary one among billions of people, at least his body was healthy most of the time.

To be honest, the body left by Xiao Wang Carp made him feel much worse than his body before he died in his previous life.

It is no exaggeration to say that the newcomer Wang Lili is definitely full of worries, and he does not dare to try any action with a larger amplitude, for fear that if he is not careful, this body will die directly to him.

Now.

Wang Li, from psychology to physiology, finally felt his health in all aspects.

Don't dare to expect how strong it is, just being healthy is enough.

Carrying the sword, Wang Li returned to the Bamboo Forest Zen Monastery, made himself a breakfast, and after eating hastily, he turned back to the room and began to sit cross-legged, looking like an ascetic.

Of course, in his opinion, cultivation was not bitter at all.

In the process of absorbing and transporting the aura, the passage of time is not noticeable at all.

Although the repetition rate of this process is high, it is like the mechanical work of a process on a factory assembly line.

But for Wang Li, all this is very new, and the state of [concentrating] can ensure that he will not be suddenly distracted or feel bored.

……

Seven days later, the mountain gate of the White Dragon Temple.

Under the slightly steep stone steps, figures emerge from the mist.

They are all monks, and the leader is the master of Qingyu who visited the Bamboo Forest Zen Monastery some time ago, and he is still the same appearance of not being angry and arrogant, with piercing eyes, striding meteors, and the wind under his feet.

However, there was no trace of the Pure Rim monk beside him or behind him.

After entering the temple, he turned his head and said a few words to the monk who followed him, and then directly separated from the team and walked quickly to the back of the White Dragon Temple.

After a while, he came to the outside of the abbot's meditation room.

Without the etiquette of knocking, he stepped straight into it, his eyes quickly swept away, and he immediately locked on the abbot who was meditating on the futon.

Visible to the naked eye, his terrifying gaze suddenly softened, and his angular face like a knife also showed a bit of the kindness that a true monk should have.

"Big brother!"

With a soft call, the abbot slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as the two looked at each other, the Qingzheng abbot's eyebrows suddenly shook slightly, and the rosary in his hand stopped.

"Something's wrong?"

Qing Yu pursed his thin lips, a heavy breath came from his nose, and he nodded: "Yes!" Senior brother, he is ...... Missing. ”

The abbot of Qingzheng frowned, pondered for a while, and beckoned Qingzheng to sit in front of him, and then his lips moved lightly but did not hear the sound.

After a while, Elder Qingchi came.

Before he reached the door, he was already heard saying loudly: "Senior brother, why are you in such a hurry, I have just been ready these days, and I am about to find that kid ......" His voice suddenly paused, just because he saw the back of Qing Delusion.

With a roll of his eyes, he turned to smile and crossed the threshold: "Senior Brother Qingyu is back?" Why don't you see the pure fate? Did he go back to the bamboo forest? ”

There was a faint worry in Elder Qingchi's voice, if he had known that Qing Delirium Demon Removal would come back so quickly, then he should have sped up his speed in the past few days, at least going to Wang Li to settle his name first. Jingyuan met Wang Li's father, and for more than a month, the relationship was much closer than that of Qingchi.

So, from the time he entered the door to the time he sat down, he didn't take his eyes off Qingyu's body for half a minute.

However, instead of relieving him, the voice he heard next made his expression change drastically.

"Jingyuan is missing." Qingzheng Abbot said lightly.

"What?"

Qing Chi immediately frowned and looked at Senior Brother Abbot, and then turned his head to Qing Yu and said, "Senior Brother, what's the matter?" ”

Qingyu clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth, and the murderous aura in his eyes suddenly appeared.

"When I was in Yuecheng, the nephew of Jingyuan guarded the people in the city with a golden bell, and the poor monk led his disciples to go straight to the place where the evil was located." As he spoke, he untied the gray cloth bag he was wearing around his waist and placed it in front of him.

continued: "Although the demon subjugation process was troublesome, it was generally smooth. But when I subdued this demon, I found that the nephew of the Pure Yuan Master was gone. ”

"Gone?!" Qingchi was stunned for a moment, and then his face was anxious, "What do you mean, how can it be gone?" ”

The abbot of Qingzheng was quite calm: "Qingyu, when did you find out that Jingyuan was missing?" Did anything unusual happen along the way? ”

Qing Delusion: "After I put this demon in this bag, I immediately called for the Jingyuan master and nephew to stop the golden bell, but I didn't get any response, even if I noticed that something was wrong, I immediately went out to look for it, but until the golden bell left by the Jingyuan master and nephew completely dissipated, I didn't find any trace of him." Later, I scattered with my disciples in the city, and even invited the city lord's mansion to help, but I didn't find the slightest clue.

In addition, on the way back, I was also reminiscing, when I subdued the demon, I always paid attention to the surroundings, and I didn't find any demonic energy. So I started from the beginning, from the time my nephew went down the mountain with me, until I started to subdue demons, and only once did he take the initiative to leave me. ”

Hearing the last sentence, Qingzheng and Qingchi's eyes suddenly stared at Qingyu.

Qingyu didn't hurry to speak, but reached out and wiped it on the ground, and a long sword with a sheath appeared.

Looking at its appearance, whether it is the hilt of the sword with fine lines like scales, or the sword boring carved with strange beasts, and even the scabbard with an ebony bottom and silver and iron inlays, all of them are exquisitely made.

However, this sword has a new appearance, and there is nothing unusual about it.

So, the two old monks looked puzzled at the same time, waiting for Qingyu to give an answer.

"Senior brother, senior brother Qingchi, this is the only time that Master Jingyuan's nephew has left the team after going down the mountain, saying that he went to buy a long sword for the boy in his Zen Academy. When I came back, I went to the sword shop and found no clues, but I just helped him bring the sword back. ”