The life of the Northern Meditation Cultivator gradually took shape, and after the daily routine treatment, he went to the Sword Peak to polish his sword intent, and waited until his understanding of the Canglang Sword Technique reached a higher level, and then went to the peak to meet the stronger waves.

It's a very tight life, but the Northern Meditation still enjoys it, and feels much easier than before.

This kind of relaxation comes more from his heart.

He enjoyed this life from the bottom of his heart.

Every day.

It's just that on this day, when he sat on the sword peak to practice, he suddenly felt a faint, but extremely dangerous aura.

The premonition of the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not decline in the slightest because of the stability of his current life, and after quickly breaking away from the meditation state, he dispersed all the spiritual power around his body through the Heavenly Humanity, and held his breath and concentrated, as if he was one with the Sword Peak.

He knew very well in his heart that the owner of this breath was not an existence that he could touch.

The gap between them is as far away as the top of the clouds and the world.

There weren't many fairies above the top of the clouds, and he hadn't seen any immortals wandering on the top of the clouds for so long at the Shoreless Sword Peak.

The uninvited guest who came to the Shoreless Sword Peak was not surprisingly from the Holy Pavilion, and nine times out of ten it was for him.

His panic was only for a moment.

Now that his back is close to Jian Feng, what is there to worry about?

......

Northern Meditation Cultivator couldn't see the specific situation of the owner of that breath, so he could only pretend that he was a stone of the Sword Peak and embedded himself in the peak.

A trace of uncertainty flashed on Long Yao's face, who was originally enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon, opposite Shang Yunjian's eyes that had detached from the state of sword grinding intent.

The blood qi that permeated Shang Yunjian's body gradually absorbed into his body, and he asked with a solemn face, "Is it him?"

Long Yao looked at the clouds in the distance, nodded and said, "It's him." ”

She looked up and said, "You're going to me?"

"I'll go. ”

As soon as the words fell, Shang Yunjian had turned into a flowing wind in the clouds, and the Mo Li Sword that had been hanging beside the table before was also missing.

Long Yao's gaze turned from the misty colored clouds beside the Shoreless Sword Peak to the Sword Peak, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

......

Shang Yunjian stood in the clouds, and his figure looked extremely small against the backdrop of the Shoreless Sword Peak behind him.

But whether it was in the heavens or on the ground, no one dared to underestimate the Shoreless Sword Immortal who could slash half of the Holy Pavilion.

This is especially true of the people in the Cabinet.

As a result, the breath gradually lost its edge, and the moisturizing breath like spring rain wafting in the distance also faded a lot.

But no matter how slow the speed is, this cloud with a moisturizing meaning will eventually float to the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Shang Yunjian sensed the familiar aura on the other party's body, and said with a smile: "Do you know, I have wanted to beat you for a long time, and now I come uninvited, do you want me to fulfill this wish?"

The white cloud stopped dozens of feet in front of Shang Yunjian.

An old man stood leisurely on the white clouds, his white beard swaying slightly in the wind, hearing Shang Yunjian's words, his frost eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and said: "It's a guest from afar, why do you look like the current enemy?"

Shang Yunjian said casually, "The Shoreless Sword Peak has never received guests, especially the guests of the Holy Pavilion. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "I'm not here to fight. ”

Shang Yunjian smiled and said, "I know, but when I saw the immortal master of the Holy Pavilion appear at my doorstep, I couldn't help but want to fight." ”

People or demons in the mortal world are accustomed to calling the occasional Saint Pavilion disciples Immortal Master, but in fact, in the Sacred Pavilion, the title of Immortal Master is only under the Sacred Pavilion Master, that is, Ling Xiao Feng Immortal Venerable, and is the master respected by all the Saint Pavilion disciples.

In the current Holy Pavilion, there are only two people who are worthy of the title of immortal master.

This old man is one of the two immortal masters.

His name is no stranger to Shang Yunjian or Long Yao.

Zhuge Linye.

In the face of Shang Yunjian's provocative words, Zhuge Linye only said lightly: "Even if you make a move with Mr. Long Er now, you won't be able to keep me." ”

A simple sentence contains Zhuge Linye's strong self-confidence.

Shang Yunjian said disapprerovingly: "I can make a move alone, and if I can't leave it, you can also leave a gap." ”

Zhuge Linye frowned and said, "Can't you sit down and have a good talk?"

Shang Yunjian replied seriously: "No." ”

Zhuge Linye sighed: "I always thought that we should not be hostile. ”

Shang Yunjian said: "Didn't you deceive people too much first?"

He pointed to the top of the clouds and said calmly: "Although you are a guest from afar, please leave." ”

Zhuge Lin Ye sighed and said, "Then let's talk about it here." ”

Shang Yunjian frowned and said, "I explained to you in advance, it is impossible for Xiao Xiu to return to the Holy Pavilion, I can trust your character, but the other people in the Holy Pavilion are different." ”

Zhuge Linye heard the resoluteness in Shang Yunjian's tone, and said: "I haven't made his news clear to the pavilion yet, and Su Yi will also keep his mouth shut." ”

Shang Yunjian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "This is still a little sincere, but don't think I'll let go." ”

Zhuge Lin Ye already understood in his heart that Shang Yunjian took the Northern Meditation Cultivation very seriously, and it was absolutely impossible for him to bring it back to the Holy Pavilion.

However, Shang Yunjian's attitude towards the Northern Meditation Cultivation also reassured him a lot.

He could be sure that the bloodline of the Northern Immortal Junior Disciple would be able to continue to grow under the wings of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

And in his heart, the grievances between the Shoreless Sword Peak and the Holy Pavilion are not without the possibility of maneuvering.

So be it.

Zhuge Linye turned his gaze to the colorful clouds beside the Shoreless Sword Peak, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, and said, "Is she okay?"

Shang Yunjian knew who he was talking about and said, "She's fine. ”

"That's good. Zhuge Lin Ye breathed a long sigh of relief and asked, "Can I go to see her?"

Shang Yunjian said: "She has been in retreat for the past few months. ”

Zhuge Linye said solemnly: "Treat her well." ”

Shang Yunjian did not taunt Zhuge Linye or directly push back the words as usual, but replied seriously: "That's natural. ”

......

Zhuge Linye came, and then left.

After all, the wind and rain in the imagination of the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not envelop the Shoreless Sword Peak.

Although he couldn't hear the conversation between Shang Yunjian and Zhuge Linye, his eyes had already remembered Zhuge Linye's appearance in his heart.

But what attracted his attention even more was Long Yao, who was standing on the top of Sword Peak.

He knew that Shi Niang was protecting him.

But that slightly angry face really surprised him.

All along, Long Yao appeared in front of him with a calm attitude, and his smile was usually just a smile, and he had never seen an angry look.

But now he could clearly see the anger on Long Yao's face.

He looked in the direction that Long Yao's gaze was pointing and found that it was the colored mist that he had been paying attention to for a long time.

He remembered very well that the old man's gaze was fixed in the clouds for a long time.

The master didn't seem to have taken him into that cloud.

He didn't know what was inside, but he knew it must be there.