Heaven.

Yun Que heard this uncomfortable word again.

God, high above.

Heaven and man are above all things!

There are mortals in the world, who inhabit the earth and multiply.

Above mortals, they are called monks, also called immortal cultivators, and they are superior.

But the title of celestial is different from that of mortals and monks, similar to the likes of immortals, cold and noble, and difficult to touch.

Tong Miaoshuang's expression became suspicious, and he muttered:

"Does Bai Yan have a trace of celestial blood? The legendary celestials, do they really exist......

Cultivators who have cultivated to the level of Tong Miaoshuang and Li Xianyun know much more about the mysteries of the world than the foundation building monks.

The long longevity of the Yuan Dynasty gave the monks a lot of time to explore the heavens and the earth.

Even so, Tong Miaoshuang had only heard of celestial beings, thinking that it was just a legend and might not really exist.

But the clues of heaven and man mentioned by Li Xianyun actually pointed to Bai Yan, who was also an elder of the sect.

This surprised Tong Miaoshuang.

Even if there is only a trace of celestial blood, there is a chance to get a glimpse of the truth of some celestials.

"No wonder you are obsessed with the dream method, it turns out that you plan to find clues to the existence of celestial beings from the bloodline of Bai Wei!" Tong Miaoshuang whispered.

"No, no."

Li Xianyun shook his head and said, "There aren't many interesting things in the world, I'm just too boring, and what I'm looking for is not clues, but, celestials."

"Since we are called celestials, we must be like immortals, and we are just monks, even if we see celestials, we have to bow and worship, how can we find ourselves and find an ancestor for ourselves?" Tong Miaoshuang couldn't understand Li Xianyun's thoughts.

Monk, to put it bluntly, is still a mortal.

With the body of a mortal, what good can it do to meet a god-like celestial being, do you still have the luxury of expecting people to point out some immortal paths.

For such illusory and noble existences as immortals and Buddhas, Tong Miao came to respect and stay away from them.

Yun Que vaguely understood this uncle's thoughts.

Because they are the same kind of people.

What can the immortal Buddha do, it is nothing more than a stronger existence, Li Xianyun wants to find a celestial man, and he will never worship it.

Li Xianyun raised his wine glass, facing the moon from afar, his expression was full of lightness, and he whispered:

"When my primordial infant is concluded, I should discuss the sword with the heavens and men."

In a word, the sword intent is soaring into the sky, and the road is proud!

Tong Miaoshuang was stunned when he heard this.

Yun Que drank a toast of wine directly and said happily.

Those who cultivate immortals should be so free.

What about heaven and man, and I will argue with you!

"When my primordial infant is concluded, I should discuss the sword with the heavens and men......

Tong Miaoshuang muttered this wild sentence, and was gradually infected by the momentum in the words, chuckled and got up and danced.

The strings are plucked, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

Tong Miao is barefoot, and with every step, she steps on the syllables.

Her delicate figure, beautiful face, and a cold long sword danced a charming and shocking sword dance in the moonlight.

The sword path is soft, but with the intention of killing!

The sword aura is light, but a cold wind blows!

One step at a time.

With a charming dance posture in the mystery, Tong Miaoshuang's sword dance completely blends softness and killing.

One step at a time.

Layers of light yarn fluttered slowly like the night breeze until they enveloped the pavilion on the top of the cliff, like a gauze tent.

Whether it is Li Xianyun or Yun Que, they are all fascinated.

Not only did he look at the incomparably beautiful figure, but he was also addicted to the exquisite sword style.

These eighteen steps of sword dance seem to be soft and charming, but it contains profound kendo attainments.

After watching it completely, Yun Que gained a lot and had a different understanding of kendo.

The last eighteenth style of the sword dance,

Childlike feet pedal

The void rose up, like a flying fairy, drawing a sword horizontally in mid-air.

This sword directly cut through the air, forming a long-lasting sword mark in the night sky!

At the same time, the last piece of gown faded.

What appeared in front of Teng Yunfeng's uncle and nephew was a beautiful scene.

A layer of light black veil, shrouded in that proud body, black and white looming, like the bright moon in the night, revealing endless mystery, charming to the extreme.

Feet are light on the ground.

Tong Miao's beautiful eyes were full of affection, pulling up the corner of the gauze to cover half of her pretty face, and smiling, like a rose blooming in the night, full of fragrance.

When the dance ends, the strings stop.

"This dance should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times, wonderful!" Li Xianyun praised.

"The dancing posture is exquisite, the swordsmanship is exquisite, and the charm is natural." Yun Que gave a very high evaluation.

Teng Yunfeng's two uncles and nephews were all impressed by this beautiful eighteen-step sword dance, and they were still unsatisfied.

Tong Miaoshuang was very proud.

Her eighteen-step sword dance, the people she has seen, basically none of them survived, and today is cheaper than the pair of uncles and nephews opposite.

Li Xianyun raised his wine glass and sighed regretfully, "Master Tong Feng, you are a laipi, you have worn an extra layer of gauze clothes."

Yun Que nodded with great feeling: "The nineteenth gauze dress, I counted it several times, it must be right, she wore one more."

"Giggle."

Tong Miaoshuang covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I said that I would wear a yarn shirt in one step, but I didn't say how many pieces I would wear, besides, how much this layer of tulle can cover, you should see it, you haven't seen it yet."

Tong Miaoshuang wanted to refuse and welcome, with a hot posture in her shyness, showing the word charm to the fullest.

"Seeking but not forbidden, seeking and getting is indulgence, charm is born from the heart, and confusion starts from the mind."

Li Xianyun sighed and shook his head and said, "Master Tong Feng's charm method is about to be cultivated to the extreme, and even I can't bear it."

Yun Que nodded solemnly, agreeing with Uncle Shi's opinion.

Tong Miaoshuang, this guy, added charm skills while dancing the sword, and the people watching the dance naturally fell in love, not only Li Xianyun, but also Yun Que was not spared, at this time, both of them felt that their blood was surging, and their hearts seemed to be burning. ap.

"You deserve it, who let you bully me as a little girl."

Tong Miaoshuang waved his hand to put away the light veil that shrouded the pavilion like a gauze tent, flew away, looked back and smiled:

"I really can't help it, you can come to Zixia Peak to try your luck, if the master of this peak is in a good mood, maybe he can help you, giggle!"

With a string of silver bells of triumphant laughter, the beautiful figure disappeared into the night.

At the top of Teng Yunfeng, the uncle and nephew sat awkwardly opposite each other for a long time before they slowly stood up.

"Uncle Shi, the wine is too strong, is there a way to sober up." Yun Que asked for help.

Tong Miaoshuang's charm method acts on the mind, and even the sword veins can't be broken.

"There's no way, it's really not possible, you just go to Zixia Peak." Li Xianyun said helplessly.

Normally, Yun Que doesn't care if he goes to Zixia Peak or not, but not tonight.

He and Li Xianyun took advantage of Tong Miaoshuang, and if they went to beg someone, they would definitely be humiliated.

Maybe I was also asked to put on a gauze and have an eighteen-step sword dance or something.

That scene, Yun Que could shudder when he thought about it.

He would definitely not go to such a shameful thing.

"Uncle Shi is going to solve it!" Yun Que gritted his teeth.

Li Xianyun also fell into the charm method, not much better than himself.

"Simple, there is a golden house in the dream, and there is Yan Ruyu in the dream." Li Xianyun yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.

"Uncle Shi's Yan Ruyu, can you lend me two."

"Dream it yourself."