Legend has it that when the Yuan Infant arrived, the soul changed qualitatively. The body is like the earth, the soul is like the sky, the gold and jade intersect, and when the heavens and people meet, there is a chance to discover a spell that is extremely mysterious in the monk's life.

This technique is called supernatural powers.

And some immortal geniuses, or by chance, may also awaken a supernatural power in advance or later.

Wang Yujie is like this, when he was young, he stopped a village boy, once awakened the "rain master" supernatural power, Jiaolong recognized the master, and the rain irrigated the sixteen counties, but the Jindan real person who was introduced was worried that the son personally went down the mountain to collect apprentices.

At this time, the originally cloudless weather suddenly rained down, and the torrential rain swept all over the Purple Jade Sect.

Miraculously, although it is a supernatural power. This rain does not contain any aura, but is just like ordinary rain in nature.

Wang Yujie did not avoid the rain, his hair was drenched, and he was draped in front of his forehead, closing his eyes as if he was feeling. The dragon on the waist, most of the body is wrapped around its body, and only one dragon head is half-squinted, as if enjoying the rain.

Suddenly, Wang Yujie opened his eyes, and the clouds and mist in his eyes had long since disappeared. He didn't look at the disciples in the field, he only chose one direction and rose from the ground.

In this process, the dragon is no longer coiled around the waist, or wrapped around the body, or churning in the fog, and bursts of dragon groans loom with thunder.

Not long after, Wang Yujie landed on an extremely steep mountain.

The moment he landed, the continuous torrential rain suddenly stopped, the dark clouds faded, and the sky was clear again, with only a water-washed crescent moon remaining.

The rain on his body is gone, and his hair is scattered. The dragon on his waist turned into a thick black round belt again, and the dragon's head was hidden somewhere.

Wang Yujie looked faintly at the figure on the barren mountain peak, the top of the mountain was rugged, and the cracks in the stones were filled with thin soil.

The rain trickled down the mud crevices, and the grass that stood proudly was wilted and bowed by the torrential rain.

Yan Changyi sat on a protruding piece of bluestone so casually, his clothes were wet, facing the northeast, and his back was slightly rickety. When Yujun came, he didn't react at all, just holding a cloth in his left hand, still gently wiping a three-foot long sword.

Wang Yujie glanced at his slightly curved spine, and a trace of anger welled up in his calm expression.

stepped forward step by step, and knocked Yan Changyi to the ground with one punch.

The cloth and long sword in Yan Changyi's hand fell to the side, as if he was a mortal, his body fell on the craggy gravel, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't groan, he didn't resist, he just wanted to get up and pick up the sword.

Yujun's face was indifferent, and after he got up, he punched him again and said coldly:

"Use your bamboo sword and let me have a good fight."

"Hehe......" Yan Changyi finally made a sound, and sat up with one hand supporting his body, his soaked green robe stained with mud, blades of grass and blood:

"Bamboo Sword...... No more. ”

Yujun's raised fist froze, and then fell heavily:

"You think I won't settle accounts with you that way?"

Boom!

The whole mountain felt like a shaking.

Yan Changyi was once again beaten to the ground, his face was bruised, and the blood at the corners of his mouth became thicker.

Yujun's fist would not be so easy, but he just shook his head and sat up in embarrassment.

"Damn it......" Wang Yujie frowned slightly, and punched again.

This punch did not knock Yan Changyi to the ground again, but pushed him two feet away on the spot, and then sat down on the ground with his right hand, groping around his waist with his right hand for a while, and pulling out a dragon head.

With his left hand, he pinched the dragon's mouth, unceremoniously poked in, groped for a while, and pulled out two wine jars.

"Drink!"

threw one in front of Yan Changyi and put down this sentence. He threw away the dragon's head, patted the mud seal, lifted the wine jar, and drank it boldly.

Jiaolong was pinched for a while, but he was not angry, as if he had long been used to it. On the contrary, the probe opened his mouth to the waist and the wine that slipped from the corner of Yujun's mouth seemed to be very good.

In the past, Yan Changyi would never drink as imageless as Yujun.

But at this time, he only sat casually between the mud and stones, and when he heard the words, he also slapped the wine seal, mixed it with blood, and drank it up to the sky.

The two only drank and didn't say a word.

After drinking, Yan Changyi learned from Yujun to throw the wine jar and shatter it into several pieces with a clatter.

Yujun glanced at Yan Changyi's large piece of clothes that were drenched with wine again when he drank bitterly, the fragrance of wine was permeated, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he scolded:

"Damn, don't drink if you don't know how to drink it, it's a waste of Lao Tzu's good things."

Yan Changyi glanced at Yujun, the dragon on his body who was still staring intently at the top, as if waiting for the wine to fall—it was true that he hadn't wasted much wine.

Yan Changyi's numb and gray eyes finally had a hint of brightness at this time, he was silent for a while, then picked up the cloth and long sword under him, and wiped them gently.

Only then did Yujun see that the sword had already been rusted.

Yan Changyi slowly spoke:

"Before embarking on the road, I love bamboo, without him, bamboo is a gentleman in flowers, I want to compare myself. Since embarking on the road, I only love swordsmanship, and I am young and crazy, so I only use bamboo as a sword, but I have realized some sword intent.

Now that I don't have bamboo, I want to find a sword. I searched the bag for the contents of the bag, but found only a rusty sword.

Yujie, do you remember this sword? ”

Wang Yujie glanced at it and said disdainfully:

"Isn't this the standard sword used by beginners in the martial arts hall? Anyone who has some swordsmanship foundation will not use this sword. ”

"yes." Yan Changyi nodded, carefully looking at every rust on this sword:

"This sword has some fine iron, but it is a mortal thing after all.

It used to be as bright as new, but I don't know when, so much rust has been added. ”

Then, he just lowered his head and silently wiped the rust with a cloth, as if he could wipe the stain off it.

The two of them sat silently.

After rubbing for a while, Yan Changyi picked up the cyan scabbard next to him.

Qiang~

The long sword let out a soft groan, and the rust marks were submerged in the scabbard, Yan Changyi was still wet in his robe, holding the scabbard in his left hand, and looked up to the northeast.

"What else is going on in Shibao Village?" Yujun glanced at the sword in his hand, and suddenly spoke:

"I'm not talking about the three of Feng Jun, with what I know about you, your bamboo sword will shatter on its own before killing the so-called Holy Son. There must have been something else happening in Shibao Village that everyone didn't expect? ”

Yan Changyi was just silent.

Wang Yujie seemed to have expected that he couldn't wait for Yan Changyi's answer, and was silent for a while, then took out two jars of wine from the dragon's mouth and threw one of them over.

Yan Changyi glanced at him, this wine is made of precious materials, the brewing process is complicated, and it has to be hidden in the dragon's belly for several years to ferment in order to get a trace of ambergris fragrance, called 'Dragon Rank Cloud Rain', which is precious in the right direction.

But he didn't have the heart to think about it, he was not a good drinker, but at this time he only picked it up and drank it.

Just drank one jar after another until dawn, and there was no word between the two.

Finally, the sky was white, and a red sun jumped out from under the clouds.

Yujun picked up a Jiao-shaped jade pendant and listened for a while, looked at Yan Changyi, who was still in embarrassed shape, and said lightly:

"The Shibao Village mission has been upgraded to Level A."

"That so-called Son...... It's called back depression. Meeting Yan Changyi's gaze, he embraced the light of the nascent red sun, and the black dragon moved around on his body, slowly floating in the air:

"When I behead him, if you still look like this, I'll behead you again."

The dragon roared in the red sun, looking westward.