Let's say that Liu Bailu left with Qingya, but he didn't take him to rest on the main peak, but flew all the way back to Shaoguang Peak.

"Master, why did we go back like this, didn't we say that we would stay on the main peak for the past few days?" Being held in Liu Bailu's arms, Qingya felt a little uncomfortable, after all, he was such a big person, and it was really unsightly to be held by a woman who looked about the same age as himself.

Seeing Qingya writhing in his arms, his two arms still swinging in the air, Liu Bailu frowned and said to him: "If you are moving, I will throw you down Believe it or not?" ”

"Master, even if you throw me down, I can fly with my own sword." Qingya reminded.

"Then I'll take your sword away, see how you fly, I haven't practiced you for a few days, and I dare to talk back." As he spoke, Liu Bailu pretended to let go and threw Qingya down.

Seeing that Liu Bailu was about to let go of his hands, Qingya knew that Shizun was just joking with himself, but he couldn't help but panic when he was in the air.

"Don't, don't, I was wrong, I shouldn't have talked back to you." In a panic, Qingya straightened up, put her hands around Liu Bailu's neck, and said in a panic in her ear.

Qingya, who came back to his senses, realized that he was being held in the arms of his master in a very ashamed posture at this time, and out of the young man's small self-esteem, Qingya's face was flushed at this time. Just as he was about to let go of his arm, Liu Bailu's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't let go, just hug it like this, lest you move again." ”

The two were so close to the ground that Qingya could even feel her breath lingering in her ears, like a clear spring, running through her ears.

Her snow neck is slender and delicate, like a flawless white jade with a crystal luster. Under the snow-white slender neck, the well-proportioned and delicate collarbone is as decorated as any rare treasure, making people take care of their eyes for a long time.

"In that competition just now, in the face of Lei Gang's golden body, which is good at defense, you and that Kaiyang Peak disciple, the cultivation is both fourfold in the foundation building period, and it is really unwise to suppress it with brute sword moves, if it weren't for the strong and powerful Ten Thousand Swords Flash and Meteor Sword Formation, once you were carried by that person, in the end, your spiritual power was exhausted, and you could only be slaughtered by others. This time it's just a battle with the same door, what if it's a life-and-death battle next time? ”

Liu Bailu's tone was a little reproachful.

"Master's lesson is that at that time, when I saw that the two moves had not worked, I couldn't help but be anxious in my heart, and I was eager to win for a while, so I would use the Meteor Sword Formation, but I ignored my own cultivation." Qingya leaned on Liu Bailu's shoulder, carefully thinking about Fang Cai's situation.

"Therefore, behind closed doors is tantamount to sitting in a well and watching the sky, and it is important to improve cultivation, and it is also impossible to ignore the hard work. In the future, if you don't cultivate to reach the spiritual void period, have a long life, or encounter a major opportunity, don't think about going to the death retreat, and go through a lot of experience, you will have some understanding, you know? ”

"Disciples, remember the teachings of the master."

The duel between the losers' group will be held tomorrow, and the master and apprentice will start the review of today's duel and the cultivation of swordsmanship after they reach the Shaking Light Peak.

In the evening, there was a rain on the Shaking Light Peak, under the short sunset afterglow on the horizon, the raindrops fell on the Shaking Light Peak, among the green grass on the side of the road, a green little man poked out his head and danced among the grass.

In the bamboo forest, the bamboo rhyme wearing a water-green dress shows the figure, with snow-white jade feet, like a butterfly shuttling through the bamboo forest, looming, dancing, sometimes leaning on a bamboo, blowing a turquoise hole flute, its voice whining, such as resentment, such as crying.

Before summer came, the peach blossoms were gone, but the branches were already full of ruddy fruits. The girl in the crimson dress sat on the branch, shook her smooth calves with the sound of the flute, and saw her suddenly jump off the peach tree, holding two white and red peaches in her hands, and ran to Qingya's side on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, handed the peach in front of her, and said softly: "Please...... Please. ”

The voice was very soft, very soft, and there were some pauses, perhaps because he was still a shallow cultivator and had not yet fully mastered human language.

"Thank you, Miss Scarlet Moon."

Qingya took the peach in her hand, and after thanking her, Scarlet Moon grinned at Qingya, and then turned and jumped back into the tree.

"In the past, when I lived alone, they always hid from me, and you have been here for three years, and they seem to like you very much." Liu Bailu didn't know when to appear, standing by Qingya's side.

"In my heart, they are not just spirits made of plants, I think they are the same as us humans, even kinder and more pure." Qingya paused for a moment, and then said, "In the world of cultivation, there are unique magic everywhere, above the sky, under the nine shadows, may I be able to shake the wind, and the dragon can lurk in the abyss." ”

The young man's eyes are full of longing for the future.

The sun cleared, night fell, and the rain gradually subsided.

Zhu Yun stopped dancing, lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted the two: "Little boy, Liu Yushou, the concubine will leave for the time being." With that, he disappeared into the bamboo forest. The girl in the peach tree also smiled and waved her hand to the two of them, and disappeared. After a short period of excitement, the silence of the past returned to the Shaking Light Peak.

At night, Qingya was reading the Book of Songs in his room.

"The soup of the son is like a hill. Xun is affectionate, but hopeless. Kanqi beats the drum, under Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron feathers. Kanqi strikes, the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, and it is worth its heron. ”

Qingya slowly recited these lines of poetry, the man in the poem is deeply in love with a witch who can communicate with the gods, she dances movingly, has a beautiful appearance, and has a noble status, even if he is affectionate, he can't stay with her. These poems have been cleansed for thousands of years, and they are still embarrassing to read today.

Knock knock, there was a knock on the door outside, Qingya closed the book, stood up, and prepared to open the door. Before he reached the door, the person outside the house had already spoken: "Uncle Liu, the younger generation Tianxuan Peak Hua Qing'er, visiting at night, there is a lot of disturbance." It's just that I saw that Qingya was injured during the day, and the juniors couldn't rest assured, but the juniors couldn't see anyone all over the main peak, so they only took the liberty to come to disturb, may I ask Uncle Liu, is Qingya here, is his injury okay? ”

The voice of the girl outside the door was like the cry of a nightingale, tactful and melodious.

Unexpectedly, it was Hua Qing'er who came to visit her, Qingya suddenly felt happy in her heart, and quickly stepped forward to open the door.

Outside the door, a girl wearing an aqua green dress with long hair and waist-length hair stood quietly in the thick night. In this dim night, her eyes flashed with a soft light like stars, with a myriad of styles that Qingya had never seen.