Before Bai Ji'an's words fell, Xia Lianqiao raised his hand high: "Then I will have a sword with Ling Daoyou!" ”

Bai Ji'an: "......??" This overly excited and positive performance was a bit beyond his expectations.

"Xia Daoyou really wants to go with Ling Daoyou?" This is the upright, cute and worried daughter of Lang Huan.

"Of course, after all, Ling Daoyou is a sword cultivator, the sword cultivator is so handsome, and the sword is so good-"

Ling Chongxiao completely ignored her rainbow fart, and stretched out his hand a little with an indifferent expression.

A white light flashed in front of him, Xia Lianqiao's eyes widened, and he only felt that his feet were light, and the next second he was lifted by Ling Chongxiao and slipped onto the flying sword.

Ling Chongxiao's sword, just like himself, is extremely slender, as thin as a cicada's wings, as light as a gauze, and as cold as snow.

As the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you must be filial.

Ling Chongxiao is also worthy of being the first pretty cool brother in the book, his appearance is better than Huayue, cold as snow.

The boy is dressed in white as usual, with white boots and white gloves.

The black hair was bundled into a small crown of white yarn twisted gold thread, and the high ponytail hung down behind the waist of the thin white jade.

Although the eyebrows and eyes were too beautiful, the young man's Dao heart was cruel and cold, and he didn't even look back to confirm her situation, and with a little finger, Ling Chongxiao pinched the sword trick indifferently, and flew away in an instant.

The snow is flying, and the stars are moving.

Xia Forsythia: "Ahh ”

The young man had long legs and a narrow waist, with the sword in front, his high black ponytail fluttering in the wind, his face expressionless, his expression as clear as jade, and he turned a deaf ear to the heart-rending movement behind him.

Li Langhuan: "......"

Bai Ji'an: "......" The reason why he proposed this way of detachment was just that he was afraid that Li Langhuan and Xia Lianqiao would ride the same sword, and there would be some suspicions.

But listening to the screams of the girl in the clouds, even Bai Ji'an, who was as affectionate as Bai Ji'an, couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart at this time.

At this time, above the sky, Xia Lianqiao hugged the thin waist of the young man in front of him, and tears immediately flowed out of his anger, mottled with tears, trembling, and whimpering, "Woo woo woo." ”

Ling Chongxiao: "......"

At this moment, Xia Lianqiao's two lines of tears rushed out.

It's not that she's too timid, she only stands with such a thin sword body under her feet, and when she looks down, it's a thousand feet tall mountains and rivers and fields.

Isn't there a monk in this world who is afraid of heights?

She felt that she was good enough, not to mention disgrace to the traverser, this kind of unsafe measures, comparable to hanging on the wings of an airplane, who tries, who knows.

In fact, not all monks in this world have this style, but sword cultivation must be.

Sword cultivation has always been known for being as fast as thunder, if other monks are flying planes, then sword cultivation is a missile.

Xia Forsythia's feeling is no different from that of a person flying in the sky with a missile and a soul chasing after him.

In this regard, she reasonably suspected that this was Ling Chongxiao's malicious revenge for her flirting behavior last time.

With the sword light, Ling Chongxiao felt that his waist was being hugged.

has never been so close to people, the young man stiffened slightly, and forced down the innate cleanliness.

If it weren't for his acquiescence, such a sudden close person would only be subconsciously cut off by him.

The whimpering of the girl behind her was endless, and perhaps it was the residual self-esteem that was troublesome, and she was embarrassed to cry too loudly.

In the eighteen years since he was born, Ling Chongxiao has always been accompanied by swords, living with swords, living in the bitter cold land of snow-capped mountains, and developing his cold and murderous character.

The sword cultivators around him, whether male or female, are also silent, and as for those immortals in the Xianmen, he has little contact, and Li Langhuan, the only one who has more contact, is also persevering and never cries easily.

So this is the first time a teenager has encountered such a tricky situation.

Ling Chongxiao: "......" How can there be such a squeamish girl in this world.

The young man frowned slightly, surprised and displeased in his heart, but he still slowed down the speed of the sword slightly.

Feeling that the speed of escape slowed down, Xia Lianqiao regained a little bit of his mind flying around, but he didn't dare to look down at all, so he could only hypnotize himself silently with his eyes closed.

I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid.

Although Chinese have a dream of flying with a sword, they always have to give people a buffer time, right?

Strive to make up the chic and heroic posture of the sword fairy in various film and television works in my mind. Xia Lianqiao recited the words: "The sword comes by the wind, and the demon is eliminated between the world and the world, there is wine and happiness, and I am crazy without wine." ”

She recited the poem Wine Sword Immortal just to hypnotize herself, but she never thought that Ling Chongxiao, who had been silently flying with the sword, suddenly spoke.

"What kind of poem is this?" The wind whistled past his ears, but the young man's cold voice was clearly audible.

Xia Lianqiao was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Ling Chongxiao was talking to her?

God knows that Ling Chongxiao has been treating her as air for the past few days, and this is the first time that this big man has condescended to take the initiative to speak.

"Oh, this is a poem left by a sword immortal senior," Someone talks to him, of course it's good to help him divert his attention, and Xia Forsythia didn't hide much, "This predecessor is a good wine, and his name is Jiu Jian Xian." ”

Wine Sword Fairy?

Ling Chongxiao frowned slightly, but he never remembered that there was a predecessor called the Wine Sword Immortal.

Originally, Ling Chongxiao took the initiative to talk to her, which was already terrifying enough, but after listening to her, the young man unprecedentedly answered, "This poem should have a later text." ”

Xia Forsythia was originally a dead house, and Jiujian Immortal was also one of the more out-of-the-circle characters in the Fairy Sword series, and she remembered this poem very clearly.

Without thinking about it, he continued smoothly, "Once you drink all the rivers, then drink and swallow the sun and the moon, you can't get drunk in a thousand cups, only I am a wine and sword immortal." ”

Ling Chongxiao was silent when he heard this, as if he was silently savoring the atmosphere.

At this moment, the young man suddenly looked back, and his glass-like cold eyes showed a bit of undisguised admiration.

"This poem is full of pride, and I think this senior is also a man of temperament."

Although he knew that Ling Chongxiao's appreciation was not for himself, Xia Lianqiao still felt flattered.

Looking at the young man in front of him again, his excessively cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were rarely calmed down, so that they were a little more diluted and gentle.

Xia Lianqiao remembered Ling Chongxiao in the original book, Ling Chongxiao in the original book is as cold as ice, but jealous as hate, and fierce as fire.

"What's more," didn't forget his task of brushing up his favor, Xia Forsythia was flattered, racked his brains, and tried to recall his remaining memories, "The sword Hongchen is already crazy, and there is wine to step into the sky——"

Wandering Stars...... Play, uh, the sun and the moon? Drunk lying in the clouds and laughing in the world. ”

It turns out that "copying the public" is really so easy to use?? That young man, she also has the great man's "Qinyuan Spring Snow" here, "If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life" to let you see and understand——

She stumbled, but the boy showed no impatience.

Tuo Ling Chongxiao's blessing, after these few words, Xia Lianqiao finally gradually adapted to the speed of sword cultivation, mustered up his courage, and glanced down in anticipation.

I couldn't help but be stunned at this glance, and then I was a little stupid.

If it weren't for the dream of cultivating truth in her heart, she wouldn't have chased the cultivation of immortals in the original work of "Asking".

The fields under your feet are thousands of miles, the mountains and rivers are vertical and horizontal, stretching and undulating, and the big rivers are surging, passing into the sea.

Anyone who sees this picture can't help but be proud in their chest, and their hearts will be blocked.

The fingertips are shrouded in mist, the sword light is like flying snow, and the stars are flickering.

Xia Lianqiao raised her hand in a daze, and her fingertips lightly touched the floating stars and clouds surging around her.

This is the fairy weather.

Although it is more popular now to hug the thighs and salted fish literature, when the sword rides the wind, the pride in the chest cannot help but be moving.

She also wants to cultivate immortals.

Behind him, Xia Forsythia did not move for a long time, and the young man looked back, but saw that the girl's eyelashes flickered, and her black and white apricot eyes blinked, revealing some lively lightness with clear bones.

For example, Ling Chongxiao and Bai Ji'an are proficient in physiognomy, and they can see at a glance that Xia Lianqiao's eyebrows and eyes in the past have a faint black aura.

But at this moment, the black mist between her eyebrows had long since disappeared, replaced by a cloud of divine light that was lively and light, and her eyes were filled with a strong longing.

Stay until you fly over the East China Sea.

At this time, there is no wind and no waves on the sea, the blue sea and the sky are wide, and between heaven and earth, only the vast sea remains.

Ling Chongxiao stood still on the body of the sword, but he was not in a hurry to put away the sword light, the young man's black hair was blown by the sea breeze, and he stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was light and frenzy, and he groaned in a loud voice: "Riding a whale out of Dongting Lake a few times, who knows the world-weary husband."

Ten thousand golden lotuses open chaos, and a round of heart and moon seal is nothing.

Don't ask me to live in the golden que, but I want people to live in the white jade pot.

The sleeves of the green snake returned, and the sound of the phoenix flute wrapped the sky*. ”

As soon as the words fell, he pointed a little, and the sword light suddenly appeared,

A mighty sword light slashed down in the air, and in an instant, the sword light split the waves, stirring up thousands of waves and waves.

Blowing the wind and riding the waves of the East China Sea.

This is the real immortal atmosphere, the spirit of the gods.

Xia Lianqiao pursed her lips silently, but her heart was moved, her breath was refreshing, and her eyes were shining.

She wants to swim in the twilight of the North Sea, and the sword and stars run thousands of miles*.

She also wants to be that sword fairy!

She wants to be enlightened by Lao Jun, go to the banquet of the Queen Mother of the West, be a guest of Nayao Pond, turn into an immortal, want to ride the sea with a whale, and want to take one step into the sky.

A thousand words come together into one sentence,

She wants to cultivate immortals!

Chapter 12

The young man's poetry fell.

Xia Lianqiao's heart was boiling, and her eyes were rippling, at this moment she had to admit that she was really handsome, and even used a surge of "Brother can, then I can too" pride and ambition.

Coach, she wants to learn this!

"Friendly spirit!!" Learning from the heroic immortals in the game and the heroes, Xia Forsythia praised loudly from the bottom of his heart.

Ling Chongxiao: "......"

In fact, for Ling Chongxiao, it is not uncommon to chant poetry, but Xia Forsythia's reaction was too fussful, and the expression of admiration with shame and enthusiasm made him feel a little uncomfortable for the first time.