Following.

That figure swung his sword in the peach blossom forest again.

At noon, those female disciples appeared on the cloud bridge again.

"Look, that stupid boy is poking his sword at Peach Blossom again."

The woman in Tsing Yi especially bit the word 'poke' harder, and the female disciples around her were as young as spring and snow, all of them were ruddy and shy, hiding their faces and smiling shyly.

"With such a thin body and a wooden sword, what can I poke at it, senior sister is not thinking about it in the spring, and she has distracting thoughts."

"Oh, I won't tell you!"

The female disciple frolicked and left, only to be a little happier in the boring days.

Gu Yusheng has been there.

But he was not in the eyes of the disciples of Qingyunmen.

For the rest of Gu's life, the days of cultivation.

Same monotonous.

And boring!

"Three thousand one hundred and ninety-nine."

Gu Yusheng gritted his teeth, the last sword, he always couldn't hold the sword, and the wooden sword fell to the ground again.

"Three thousand four hundred swords tomorrow!"

Gu Yusheng looked at the sword that fell to the ground, and felt a little annoyed in his heart, he didn't understand why he could still swing the previous sword, and when there was only the last sword left, he would suddenly unload his strength and couldn't complete the task.

Time is traceless, disturbing a few peach blossoms to bloom.

Gu Yusheng came to the Peach Blossom Forest as usual.

"Today's goal, five thousand five hundred swords!"

Gu Yusheng took a deep breath and began to repeat the boring movements.

On the cloud bridge.

The female disciples who had rushed from the Falling Dust Peak in the past couldn't help but stop.

The woman in Tsing Yi held her cheeks in her hands, staring at the somewhat unreal thin figure in the clouds, her eyes were full of curiosity and puzzlement: "He seems to be punishing himself every day, as if he has a grudge against that peach blossom tree." ”

"Senior Sister Xiaofeng, sword practice shouldn't be like this, you look at the girl Mo, the Yunshui sword technique taught by the master, you can learn it as soon as you learn it, it's not like this at all."

The woman in Tsing Yi nodded, but instead of laughing at the young man who practiced swords as in the past, she defended the young man: "But he is here every day, isn't he?" ”

"It seems to be belching."

On the cloud bridge, several women looked at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent and frozen.

The reason why they can laugh is because they stand on a high place and can gaze at a place lower than them, but how tall is Qingping Mountain? Qingyunmen is just at the foot of the mountain.

Besides, what's wrong with working hard alone?

Walking on the edge of the abyss is not a kind of courage.

It must be known that the young Ling Yunzhi once promised to be the first class in the world.

"It's boring, I'm going back to practice, I heard that Miss Mo has condensed the qi of the Yuan Fetus into green silk, compared to her, what is the difference between us and that Gu Yusheng?"

In the peach blossom forest, Gu Yusheng waved the wooden sword for half a moon, and the whole person was full of vitality and vitality.

As he guessed, the cyan primordial qi in the dantian was several times richer than before swinging the sword, and the original cyan primordial fetal qi also turned into wisps of peculiar textured silk threads, like a bird building a nest, building the dantian firmly little by little.

The limits of his body, like the number of times he can swing the last sword, are breaking through himself every day.

It's another sunny day.

Gu Yusheng swung the sword as usual, in his eyes, the peach blossom at the tip of the sword was like the first encounter, from its buds not blooming, to now overflowing with fragrance, Gu Yusheng witnessed the blooming of a peach blossom.

The aroma is tangy and refreshing.

Gu Yusheng suddenly turned his head, and saw that on the peach blossom tree behind him, a girl was as bright as a flower, stepping on the branch and jumping to the ground, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are full of peach blossoms, and she is dressed in a white dress and plain skirt.

The muscle is like jade, and Junjing is like a ye.

Looks like a flower, Wenhua is like a brocade.

Gu Yusheng looked at each other with the girl who pressed the peach blossoms with both hands, stunned, those beautiful jasper eyes seemed to hide a full house of stars, and the brilliant world could not compare to the beautiful eyes and blue waves.

Gu Yusheng was a little at a loss, the wooden sword in his hand still maintained an upright and stabbing movement, his fingers were clenched, for fear of hurting the girl, his lips trembled, and he wanted to greet the girl, but he was cowardly, and he didn't know how to say it.

But he still showed a quiet and indifferent smile.

"You're blocking me from practicing my sword."

"Hey, it's you who they said."

Mo Wanyun hugged her hands, covered her face with peach blossoms, a pair of smart eyes were full of curiosity, the breeze blew across her face, stirring a few strands of hair, the year of cardamom, the body is like a willow branching out, lotus leaves are sharp, I don't know the world style, only the innocence and beauty of a girl.

"What?"

"The one who practices swords on Peach Blossom every day."

When Mo Wanyun said this, she covered her mouth and smiled, her smart eyes saw that Gu Yusheng was holding the sword and did not move, she was extremely restrained and cramped, she laughed out loud, stretched out her jade hand across the peach blossom tree, and her little fingers like lotus roots gently buckled on Gu Yusheng's wooden sword.

"Don't poke me."

She walked around the peach blossom branch, crossed her hands on her waist, and re-revealed her savage posture, with a fierce face.

"Give me back the things."

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment, of course he knew what the bright-eyed and brutal girl in front of him was asking for, he obviously wanted to return it honestly, but he changed his words when the words came to his lips.

"I don't understand."

"Dishonest."

Mo Wanyun glared at Yu Sheng up and down a few times, and her fingers stroked the silver butterfly on her bun.

"A pearl in my hairpin."

"Strung with red threads."

Gu Yusheng shook his head.

"I haven't seen it."

"Really?"

Gu Yusheng nodded.

The girl's fingers tapped on the shallow dimple of her pink cheeks.

Abruptly, he stretched his face to Gu Yusheng's face, so frightened that Gu Yusheng's body leaned back, and in a trance, he smelled the girl's fragrance, which was more charming than the peach blossom taste.

The young man's face suddenly turned red, and he said in a panic: "Be careful, my sword is poking you." ”

"Hmph, blushing, you lied!"

"I ...... I didn't. ”

Gu Yusheng stepped back, his body was unstable, but he fell to the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

The girl giggled.

"Then it's better if you didn't lie."

Mo Wanyun stretched out her hand, picked off the peach blossom that Gu Yusheng pointed at with his sword every day, hung it on the bun, and stuck out her tongue at the young man in a strange way.

"Is it pretty?"

Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment, just nodded silently.

"Let's go!"

Mo Wanyun turned around at this time and walked away in a bouncing manner, she shuttled through the peach blossom forest, occasionally alarming one or two peach trees, and flying down pieces of peach blossoms.

Good for a while.

Gu Yusheng got up and held his sword.

A sword stabbed out.

Restless, he cut down countless peach blossoms, and the warbler flying grass in the peach blossom forest gradually blurred the back of the distant girl.

Alas.

Gu Yusheng was inexplicably confused, hanging his sword on his body.

This sword today.

I can't do it.

Turned around and walked to the small courtyard, the peach blossom brew sealed in the corner can be opened today.

Gu Yusheng mixed some of the aged liquor in the wine gourd, installed a wine jar, and handed over the task of the sect to the temple of things.

"This is the wine you're looking for?"

Ruan Ji, the elder in charge of the Hall of Things, opened his loose eyes and looked at the earthen altar that Gu Yusheng handed over to the counter.

"Yes, senior."

Ruan Ji stretched his neck and stared at the young man in front of him.

It's only been half a month, and the young man in front of him seems to have grown taller, and his face carved by the sun looks like a stone that has been beaten by wind and rain, with an indescribable tenacity.

Ruan Jiben wanted to speak, his nose moved slightly, he suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, stretched out his hand and stroked the jar, in front of Gu Yusheng, took out a small bamboo cup with his backhand, made a glass from it, and took a sip gently.

"This wine ......"

Ruan Ji's eyes suddenly brightened.

After another sip, this Mr. Ruan tasted the wine with his eyes slightly closed.

Gu Yusheng waited quietly in the hall, his mind was still echoing with the bright-eyed girl who suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest, as for this peach blossom brew, he was not worried.

Then.

There was a scrambled footsteps behind him.

I saw four big men carrying a huge jade wine jar, the mouth of the altar was covered with a special red cloth with a wine seal, and the jade wine jar was also printed with the logo of the Xuanlong Dynasty.

Court jade liquid.

Chu Chen, the ninth prince of the Ninth Emperor, held a shaking fan, and there were several people around him, one of whom was Lu Chen, the son of Lu Zhan.

And the four big men who carried the wine, although they were not cultivators, they all had hidden essences, and they were obviously first-class mortal martial artists.

"Elder Ruan, His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness sent someone from the Xuanlong Dynasty to transport the century-old treasures of the palace from the Xuanlong Dynasty to find fine wine, and the Nine Emperors took over the task today."

Lu Chen somehow climbed the rich vine of Chu Chen, and was willing to be a person who shouted five and six times.

Ruan Ji suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and there seemed to be a trace of anger in his eyes, as if he was suddenly awakened from a wonderful dream.

The registered disciples on the left and right lowered their heads in fright, and it was not easy to mix this matter in front of them.

They were not afraid of Lu Chen, but because the identity of the Nine Emperor Princes of the Xuanlong Dynasty was really noble, from thousands of miles away, let the four palace guards move wine, just to contribute points to the hundred sects? This kind of gesture is really atmospheric, maybe Chu Chen doesn't care about the one hundred sect contribution points at all, but takes this opportunity to show off the palace wine of the Xuanlong Dynasty, just with this attitude, the master who issued this task also has to give face.

Thinking of this, the two disciples beside Ruan Ji secretly looked at Gu Yusheng.

This young man's luck is really bad.

Looking at Mr. Ruan's expression just now, this wine must be good.

It's a pity...... No matter how good the wine is, is it comparable to the imperial wine of the Xuanlong Dynasty?

Lu Chen was frightened by Ruan Ji's eyes, and in his flickering gaze, he noticed Gu Yusheng, who was thin in the hall, and then glanced at the earthen jar on the counter, and immediately understood what was going on, he sneered at Gu Yusheng: "I thought who took this task, Gu Yusheng, why don't you pee and take a picture of yourself?" The wine you brew can also be handed over to the task? ”

Gu Yusheng looked at Ruan Ji.

Ruan Ji glanced at Gu Yusheng, and said in his heart, this young man does not fight for a long time, and this bearing is much more pleasing to the eye than Lu Chen's babbling.

However, this Nine Emperor Princes can never afford to offend.

"Whether you can hand in the task or not, it's not up to me to decide, it's all waiting here."

Ruan Ji got up, flicked his sleeves, whether it was the earthen wine jar that Gu Yusheng put on the counter, or the large jar of wine brought by the four palace guards, they all flew up out of thin air, Ruan Ji stepped on the ground and floated away.

The four palace guards who originally looked arrogant and looked down on the Qingyun Sect cultivators suddenly looked solemn.

Although Qingyunmen is a third-rate sect, it still has some background in the end.