The spring rain of moisturizing things enters the night with the wind, painting a layer of rainbow colors for all sweet dreams.

In the fragrance of the soil, a tender green branch bud quietly sprouts, bathed in the glow of the sun, thriving, there are more children in the field, and how can there be no paper kites in the sky when the grass grows and the warbler flies?

Luoyang sat on the small stool in front of the window, didn't know this, and had no time to take care of these, distracted for three purposes, while helping the old man Cao knead the tight and stiff shoulders, while urging the file with spiritual power, carving and attracting spirits, the mysterious formations in the puppet unfolded one by one, just like the wonderful pen of calligraphy, endlessly.

These are not bad, but the two plain white color short swords dancing in the air are really wonderful, there are fast and slow changes, there is rigidity and softness, such as the yin and yang sides of Tai Chi, each other, and like the entangled bees and butterflies between the flowers, there is always a puzzling lingering compassion.

"Boy, no wonder that old guy doesn't want to teach you these things himself, you're a monster, how can you learn things like this? Just like a starving ghost who hasn't eaten for hundreds of years, he eats to death when he sees something to eat!"

Old Man Cao squinted his eyes, carefully controlling the flying sword, and his tone was full of resentment.

Luoyang was unmoved, and the plain white short sword wandered in the air in the change of mind, swirling lightly and slashing, and the fragments of light and shadow were silently scattered like the spring rain that had never met, covering a large area of the void, and the sword of the old man Cao had nowhere to avoid but to face the difficulties.

"Rabbit, use some force in your hands, old man...... Whoa, tap, are you trying to tear up my old bones?"

Luoyang chuckled silently at the old naughty boy who wanted to be laipi, the sharp short sword hovered in front of Old Man Cao's sword, and the perfect puppet statue was instantly formed, floating quietly in the air.

"Old man, you've lost!"

"Heroes come out of teenagers, if you lose, you lose......"

Old man Cao shook his head with a chuckle, looking relieved, with a detached appearance that had seen through everything and had no intention of winning or losing.

Luoyang hooked the corners of his mouth, his mind moved, the flying sword retreated just right, Old Man Cao's counterattack missed, and Luoyang's flying sword shot out, like a meteor crossing the night.

The short sword shattered, Old Man Cao tilted his head angrily, Luoyang was silent and continued to knead Old Man Cao's shoulders, looking at the unchanged Azure Heavenly Palace, and smiling calmly.

It's been a long time, and I've finally stabilized the foundation after staying in Sanhua Realm for a long time, and the heart sword can also be like an arm, where the heart goes, where the sword goes, the scenery here is enough, it's time to move forward.

"Go out, the sword has to be hidden, but it can't be hidden for a long time, it's a murder weapon, you should drink blood!"

Old man Cao patted Luoyang's palm, Luoyang smiled like a sunny, it has been a long, long time since he smiled like this, and he doesn't know when it started, it seems that maintaining a fierce appearance with a straight face has become a necessary part of every day.

"Like a little sun, that's right, what is the young man pretending to be deep, have you ever seen an extraterrestrial catastrophe, have you ever seen the stars fall, Ragnarok?"

"Old man, have you seen these?"

Luoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, he was very interested in the things that only a few records in these books, and wanted to confirm his speculations about these, throughout the ages, exploring the past, there are many people who have changed in the Six Realms, although Luoyang does not have their riddles, but it is inevitable that he will be interested.

"Dude, isn't this nonsense, if I see it, I'll still be alive?"

Old man Cao pursed his lips, looking at Luoyang like looking at a mentally retarded person, and his hands couldn't help but clench for an instant.

Luoyang sensitively captured Old Man Cao's movements, and saw that it had always been something that the underworld apostles had to be good at.

"Old man, I'll just go, and I'll be back in two days to bring you wine. ”

Luoyang waved his hand and walked out, there are some things that he can know but can't delve into, whether Old Man Cao doesn't want to say it or can't say it, he won't ask.

When to do something, this is what the old man taught, yes.

Old man Cao chuckled and watched Luoyang go away, and the grasshopper boat with spring moved in the wind, and it disappeared into the cloudless clear sky.

A black shadow appeared beside Old Man Cao, also looking at Luoyang.

"I'll tell you, you can't give a single one, I told more lies in a winter than I said in the first half of my life, I can't take my mouth right, my way has plummeted, I have lost a lot, I have lost a lot......"

"Words must be believed, deeds must be fruitful, this is what I taught, and I will not go back on my word. ”

The black shadow is transmitted into the dense, the voice is hoarse, I can't hear the specific timbre, the wind rises, a few rays of bright glow fall obliquely in the room, warm, empty inside, what black shadow exists?

The grasshopper boat rode the wind and waves, wandering in the sea of clouds, and the boatman with a raw face chuckled and looked at the noble son in the boat, and said with a smile: "Where is the son going?"

Luoyang chuckled and looked at the spring rivers and mountains in the distance, thought slightly, and said, "Qingyang City!"

The boatman nodded, looked down at the mountains and rivers and gently moved the sails, and appeared outside a familiar small town in a breath, everything was the same as before, but the people were not old people.

"Childe, there will be a period later!"

"There will be a period later. ”

Luoyang returned the salute to the boat boss who hugged his fists, and fell to Qingyang City with a chuckle, as in the past, dressed in white, but there was no painting scroll or ink pen in his hand. absolutely

The sunset is still slanting on the lakeside, but in the early spring, the cold wind is expected, and the flowers in my memory have not bloomed.

The green bricks and green tiles, the carved fence and the pavilion, the sound and drums of lingering have also changed the tune, the willow branches with mottled green are blowing with the wind, and the wine between the flowers is still as mellow as ever.

Walking into the restaurant, the shopkeeper Meng leaned on the back of the chair, lowered his head, and dozed off with a scroll in his hand.

"Shopkeeper, good wine and good food!"

Luoyang deliberately shouted loudly, and the shopkeeper Meng opened his sleepy eyes, looked at Luoyang in a haze, and opened his mouth to say, "Luo...... This guest officer, please inside!"

It looks like but it's not, like an old man but not an old man, Shopkeeper Meng shook his head and smiled, he had heard rumors about Luoyang recently, and he was in a deep predicament, how could he have time to come to this tavern to find himself happy?

"Little Er, Little Er, are you asleep?"

Luoyang found a pleasant place to sit down, the layout of the hall changed, once his favorite place to build a flower bed, as far as the eye can see, a bare piece, and the early spring golden light full of hope is incompatible.

"Come on, guest officer, what do you want to eat?"

The shopkeeper who was sleepy in the spring was finally woken up, strode out of the house, and was accustomed to looking at Luoyang from head to toe, with a scale in his heart.

"Wine wants the best wine, and food needs the best dishes......"

Speaking of this Luoyang meal, he tilted his head and looked at the shopkeeper, with a tentative meaning, as if asking what good wine and good food are.

"Guest officer, I can't guarantee anything else, this Qingyang City is the first wine and the first food, there is no dispute, but it's ......"

The shopkeeper also wanted to speak and stopped, Luoyang chuckled and took out a gold ingot and put it on the corner of the table, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Is it enough?"

"Just right!"

The shopkeeper smiled confidently, put away the gold and handed it to the counter, trotted to the backyard, and shouted to the fat chef who was also napping.

Luoyang ignored the shopkeeper Meng's gaze, leaned back in the chair, and waited for the wine and food to be served.

It is very troublesome to do things next, hard work, you have to eat, you have to eat enough, you have the strength to eat, and you have the strength to succeed, this is what the old man taught, you can't be wrong.

Luoyang also wore jade ornaments, coupled with the disguise of Yama's ghost face, Kunlun didn't know that he had been out of the customs, and he was still enjoying the beautiful scenery of early spring in silence.

Feiyun Palace is still empty, Jiang Luo goes out early and returns late, he doesn't dare to stay in the palace for a long time, I'm afraid that he will touch the scene, and he will be busy forgetting about Liu Yan, and Liu Yan will also tacitly forget Jiang Luo's existence, and among the Kunlun disciples, it is like a drop of water that melts into the river, which is very inconspicuous.

The drunk clouds covered the night, the disciples who listened to the sword in the mountains dispersed, and Liu Hina walked alone on the rugged mountain road, holding the long sword very tightly.

Once her qualifications were mediocre, and asking the supreme sword path was an unattainable dream, but now everything has changed, and the once unattainable dream is at hand, but she can't calm down and take that step, thinking about her brother and master, and thinking about her brother and master, she is also thinking of her brother and master.

"Liu Hin, do you want to know about your master's situation? Turn around and follow my instructions down the mountain, if you are discovered, you will bear the consequences. ”

The old voice suddenly sounded in Liu Yan's ears, and the girl stopped, looked at the stars and the bright moon, shook her head and smiled bitterly, thinking that it was another dream.

"Turn around, walk seventeen steps and move three steps to the left, go up the tree to avoid the first patrol team, quick!"

The sound came again, and there was a slight urge in the tone, Liu Xiao took steps, moved seventeen steps in a row, flew up the tree, and waited for the inner disciples walking side by side to walk, followed the sound, quietly descended the mountain, and appeared in the mountain road.

"Very good, you are doing well, this is your master's situation. ”

The sloppy Taoist slowly walked out of the darkness, turned his hand to cause two bright lights, and constructed a mirror under the gaze of Liu Yan, inside which was the appearance of the old Taoist cross-kneeling practice, looking at the nose, the nose and the heart, the roots of the hair were blackened, and the corners of the mouth were smiling.

"He can live to be three hundred years old after this threshold, but with his qualifications, he can only go so far, do you want him to live forever?"

Liu Yan looked at the master who was thinking about it day and night in silence, looked back at the sloppy Taoist, nodded, and said, "Master's immortality is my wish, what do you want, my life is still Xuanyuan Sword?"

"There's no need for this, I just need you to help us do some small things, if Kunlun has a big or small affair, you have to say something, after all, if we die, you won't be able to see your master!"

"I refuse this matter, I can give you the Nine Holy Map!"

"Nine Holy Diagrams, what's the use if you can't get together nine pairs?"

"What if the Nine Holy Maps I gave you can help you get together the nine diagrams?"

Liu Xiao said softly, seeing that the sloppy Taoist was very interested, he continued: "The Nine Holy Pictures are attracted to each other, as long as you get the deficit map, you can find the other six-color pictures, collect seven pictures, the black and white scrolls will return to their places, and my master has three pictures in his hand, and the remaining four pictures are in the Xianyang Palace!"

"Very good, I will verify your conjecture as soon as possible, come here at this time the day after tomorrow, and I will let you meet your master!"

After saying that, the sloppy Taoist floated away, Liu Xiao avoided the disciples in the mountains according to the rules when he came, stood on the cloud corridor and looked at Feiyu Peak, clenched his fists, and said, "Senior Sister Wan'er, I'm sorry......"