Outside the Sword Sect, Lu Yun, who was hiding in the dark, watched Yun Shuiqing and Feng Yuyao leave one after the other, and had a little headache.

She thought that it was a little strange for her to be clear during this period of time, with his pure childish heart, it was easy to go astray, and she wanted to observe it secretly, but she didn't know how to see this scene.

Yun Shuiqing's identity is not known to anyone in the door, but she knows it clearly.

She also knew that there was a causal relationship between that divine sword and Feng Yuyao, and she had interfered with this cause and effect without authorization, and now it seemed that the power of cause and effect was still trying to turn the way back.

That divine sword Lu Yun is not rare, but she cares about Yun Shui Qing.

As the sword spirit, Yun Shuiqing is inseparable from the sword, once the sword falls into Feng Yuyao's hands, Yun Shuiqing will definitely be bound to the other party.

Thinking about it, Lu Yun simply contacted Wen Ren.

She wanted to ask if there was a way to separate the machine spirit from the spirit object.

The machine spirit and the spirit weapon, as a whole, just like the Qianqiu Zhong and Weng Zi, interfere with and influence each other.

There was no response for the time being when he heard about people, and Lu Yun could only retract and continue his boring and ordinary cultivation routine.

There are no years in the mountains, and a few months of time pass, for those who practice, it is just fleeting.

It coincides with the February winter in the world, and the cold mountains are snowing.

The big array on Wentian Peak was opened, and the protection of the formation was lost, and the cold wind swept the top of the mountain, and the goose feathers and snow fell together.

Lu Yun's door was kicked open, and Ji Hongxi pulled Lu Yun into the silver wrap.

The snow is flying, and the wine is boiled and the sword is danced.

Lu Yun, who was forced out of the customs, looked at Ji Hongxi's figure leaping in the snow, and his eyes were a little trance-like.

She practiced for half a year, and her swordsmanship did not progress, but at this moment, she vaguely caught something.

"Little junior sister, come!"

Ji Hongxi's soft shout sounded, and Lu Yunhu's heart felt something.

She didn't pay attention to Ji Hongxi, but took out the cold river snow and stood quietly in the heavy snow.

The snowflakes fell on the plain clothes, but in a moment, the people were already white.

But her eyes were half-closed, and her eyes looked at the snow on the ground, almost frozen.

Ji Hongxi, who was still making a fuss, put away his sword, retreated to Yun Shuiqing's side in a few steps, raised the hot wine and drank it all, and then said a word.

"Demons!"

It's just a matter of appreciating the snow, and this can be an epiphany.

"Come, junior brother, have a drink."

Stuffed Yun Shuiqing with a glass of wine, in the other party's hesitant eyes, Ji Hongxi smiled like a flower.

"Sake, not strong at all."

Yun Shuiqing took a tentative sip, with a fruity aroma that made people's eyes shine, and after a cup was in the stomach, there was a hot pain in his throat.

The liquor burned his viscera, and he couldn't help coughing, quite helpless in the face of his senior brother's cunning eyes.

In the cough of Yun Shuiqing, Lu Yun, who was silent in the wind and snow, moved.

Hanjiang Xue drew a wonderful arc, Lu Yunren moved with the sword, and the sword moves were light and ethereal, like the milk swallow returning to the nest.

Easily picked up, the black hair flew, Lu Yun stabbed out with a sword, and on the Tianfeng Peak, some birds flew to the nearby treetops.

They seemed to be bewitched, and a pair of mung bean-sized eyes looked at Lu Yun below.

The soft sword intent dissipated the cold of the past, the three-foot long sword caused the snowflakes to dance together, and the birds suddenly chirped, flapping their wings and flying into the wind and snow.

Lu Yun moved forward with a sword, there was no killing intent, no sword qi, only a swallow landed on the cold river snow.

The weak birds, instead of being frostbitten by the cold river and snow, jumped like amusement to themselves, and then stepped on Lu Yun's head, and flew high into the air, disappearing into the wind and snow.

Lu Yun put away his sword, and the snowflakes returned to the arc of natural falling.

The breath in the body is circulating, endless, and the cultivation that has not made much progress in half a year of retreat has taken a small step at this moment.

Even the swordsmanship of the Gui Yan is a little hot.

The Yun Sword Technique is really unusual, and the sword cultivation has obtained this Yun Sword Technique, and the grinding speed in the sword technique is faster than that of ordinary people.

Lu Yun smiled, turned around and split the wine glass thrown by Ji Hongxi with a sword.

looked into the pavilion, and sure enough, Yun Shuiqing was drunk again.

Ji Hongxi shrugged in the face of Lu Yun's condemning expression: "I don't like to say goodbye, so I don't need to see him off when I'm drunk." ”

"Let's go, go to Master."

The trip to the Nanshan Tomb was put on the agenda, and the elder sent by the Hidden Sword Sect this time was none other than Wentian.

It can be said that asking the three masters and apprentices of Tianfeng has covered the quota, but there are not many people who oppose it, Yuntian's cultivation is already the first among several elders.

The retreat has not been able to break through for a long time, and this cloud sky can be regarded as a trip to find opportunities.

However, Yuntian was unreliable, and after walking for half a year, he didn't come back when the time came, and a message came that asked her and her senior brother to go to Zhonglu to wait for him.

In the snowstorm, the two brothers and sisters left the Tibetan Sword Sect.

The mountain is high and easy to be cold, but at the end of February, there is a bit of spring at the bottom of the mountain.

The branches are covered with fresh greenery, and weeds grow from the ground, making the spring color pleasant.

However, Lu Yun was powerless to appreciate the scenery.

She was also cultivating during the foundation building period, and she was temporarily unable to fly with her sword, so she was going to take a treasure ship to the Middle Continent.

But Ji Hongxi was interested, and wanted to take her to fly, saying that she would feel the pride of ascending to the sky and overlooking all living beings in advance.

It's just that Ji Hongxi likes to play, he doesn't have a sword, he has to use a weapon, and he still uses the wine gourd that Ji Hongxi carries with him.

Although the wine gourd is a spiritual weapon, it is only a low grade, and its only function is to lock the taste of wine.

Where can this gourd withstand Ji Hongxi's tossing, and halfway through, the gourd cracked, and Lu Yun fell with Ji Hongxi.

In order to protect Lu Yun, Ji Hongxi didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment, and as a result, the two fell into the deep mountains and old forests nowhere.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Lu Yun wanted to draw his sword and cut his senior brother.

"My bad."

Touching his nose, Ji Hongxi looked at the situation around him, and his heart was rarely weak.

It was surrounded by trees that looked unremarkable, but this evening, the sun was sinking in the west, and the scattered light was only one or two left under the cover of the leaves, casting dappled shadows all around.

In the primeval forest-like mountain forest, there is no one and no road.

Ji Hongxi stood still and didn't move, and the contemptuous smile on his face was unconsciously put away.

"Found out?"

Lu Yun glared at his senior brother curiously.

You can play any way inside the door, and you still mess around like this when you come out, but this nonsense puts the two of them in danger.

"This is the Guman Mountains!"

Ji Hongxi pinpointed a tree, swiped his fingers, and the sword qi tore the bark apart, and what he saw was not ordinary sap, but the color of blood.

"Hmm."

The Guman Mountain Range, which traverses Dongzhou and Zhonglu, stretches for thousands of miles, and is like a moat, separating the north sky and the west coast.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Guman Mountain Range that those demon cultivation sects on the west bank were never able to completely take down the Northern Heavens.

A long time ago, those Demon Sects also thought about stepping on the Guban Mountain Range and breaking a path with their strength, but they ended in failure.

It's all because this ancient mountain range is too peculiar.

Here, people's cultivation will be suppressed, and the closer they get to the depths of the mountain range, the more ruthless their cultivation will be.

Going to Zhonglu should have been a different way, Ji Hongxi didn't notice it for a while, took a fork in the road, flew to the sky above the Guman Mountain Range, and his cultivation was shaken, which caused the wine gourd to break, and the two fell here.