Red Lotus Out, Green Lotus Zhu (II)

The cyan shadow above the blue lotus lamp also slowly faded, in fact, cautiously speaking, it was not fading, but withering.

The shadow of the blue lotus on the blue lotus lamp slowly withered, and one petal after another of the lotus flowers fell. The cyan petals floated in the air, shrouded in red light, and disappeared in an instant.

Instead, at the moment when the shadow of the green lotus withered, a small flower bone quietly appeared.

The red light, the red flower bones, appeared at the location of the Qinglian phantom just now.

Red as blood, slowly blooming.

The flower bones slowly bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the vegetation that had previously regained its vitality under the shroud of green light was also beaten back to its original shape in this instant, and even more withered and yellow than before.

A red lotus stretched its body, like a fire, swaying in this autumn wind.

It seems to be the only flower that blooms in this autumn, and the red light flows on its petals, as proud as a white swan.

It's bright red, and it's bewitching red at the same time.

Xu Changan also looked at this scene in shock, and the blood on the tip of the sword kept dripping onto the wick.

The blood "ticked and ticked" down as if to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Most of the injuries he had suffered before were healed the moment Red Mang appeared, except for his hands.

The hand holding the sword did not know when a new wound appeared, and it was the place of the palm.

This is a place that no one else has touched except the hilt of a sword.

But now, his blood continued to flow from the palm of his hand through the long sword, and finally dripped into the wick.

The original chapped place on Xu Changan's hand has completely healed, but the palm of his hand hurts slightly, and the bleeding does not stop.

He looked gloomily at the demonic red lotus phantom, and let out a low roar in his mouth, he wanted to lift the long sword, and the red light emitted from the wick caught the tip of the sword, the two seemed to be one originally, and the red blood fell into the wick, as if it became lamp oil, making the lamp emit a red light.

No matter how hard he drew his sword, the burning seemed to be connected to this strange little lamp.

His eyes were red, and his consciousness was slowly blurring.

He bared his teeth and worked hard to lift the long sword, obviously using the long sword freely on weekdays, at this moment, it was as difficult as moving a mountain.

Pei Changkong also ran over at this time, he stood with Ning Zhiyuan and Dong Pan, and looked at Xu Changan from a distance who was glued to the small lamp.

The two of them saw Pei Changkong, after all, he was the acting sect master, and they saluted him first.

Pei Changkong waved his hand, and then looked at Xu Changan, now the news from the lotus pond has not come, and he has never seen this situation, and the anxious look on his face is fully revealed.

He opened his mouth, but closed it again.

He hadn't seen this situation before, and he didn't know what state Xu Changan was in at this time, so he didn't dare to disturb himself.

He frowned, the red light was intimidating him, but it didn't matter to him.

Pei Changkong heard the noise and exclamations coming from behind him, turned his head to look, and saw that the previous Huixi Realm disciples were sweating profusely, struggling to resist this coercion.

He was about to tell Dong Pan and Ning Zhiyuan beside him to help, but before he could say anything, he saw Xu Changan in the courtyard change.

A red light mask appeared on Xu Changan's body, and his eyes slowly softened.

The red lotus phantom shook the petals, just like a well-fed person stood up and shook his body, and the blood on the tip of Xu Chang'an's sword no longer fell, he was slowly put down by the red light mask, crossed legs, and sat down at the bottom of the steps.

Xu Changan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. At this time, he didn't know that he was only within reach of the small lamp.

The moment he sat down, the red glow seemed to soften as well.

It's not as good as the cyan light that heals everyone, but at least it's not aggressive.

Pei Changkong took a deep look at the small lamp, sighed, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Sect Master, what should we do?"

In front of Dong Pan, Ning Zhiyuan still called Pei Changkong the sect master.

Pei Changkong shook his hand back, and the four words came into the ears of the two of them.

"Wait and see!"

When the two heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xu Changan who was sitting at the bottom of the steps at the same time, and finally Dong Pan took the lead in turning his head and looking at Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan understood, nodded and said slowly: "I lost, no problem, when the time comes, I will let you fight with Ye Qianshu, anyway, the sword intent cultivated by the two of you when you entered the Little Grandmaster is similar." ”

Dong Pan looked at Xu Changan and smiled faintly.

In fact, now he not only admires Xu Changan a little, but also has a trace of gratitude.

"Okay, if I have the chance, I will also accompany you to the Red Charm Mountain. He looked at Xu Changan, but his words were said to Ning Zhiyuan.

When Ning Zhiyuan heard this, he also looked at Xu Changan.

To say that the result of the gambling fight between the two also originated from Xu Changan, if it is an ordinary time, the two will not meet once in a few months, and they can't pull off this face when they beg each other.

After this strange man with a hat made such a fuss, he gave the two of them a buffer zone, and finally won a win-win situation.

Although the two are brothers in the same school, Dong Pan has always pressed Ning Zhiyuan before. But because of Ning Zhiyuan's mother's surname, he is now above Dong Pan in terms of strength and status.

To say that there is no opinion in your heart, it is impossible. But if it was for this trivial matter to accuse this Blue Lotus Sword Sect of rules for hundreds of thousands of years, it would seem inadequate. Slowly, Dong Pan had a knot in his heart.

Although he didn't say anything, after the competition after he was just promoted to the junior grandmaster, he subconsciously didn't go to meet Ning Zhiyuan. The two of them have a posture of not getting along with each other.

Justly, take advantage of this opportunity. Pei Changkong was afraid that Xu Changan would be restrained in the face of Ning Zhiyuan, so he called Dong Pan over, which also indirectly promoted the first win-win cooperation between the two.

Ning Zhiyuan looked at Xu Changan, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he was about to pat Dong Pan's shoulder beside him, but his hand fell empty.

He turned his head to look, only to see Dong Pan dressed in white, his last back.

"What a proud fellow!"

Ning Zhiyuan's hand in the air turned around and held on to the wall next to him, his face was slightly embarrassed.

He looked at the direction in which Dong Pan was going, glanced at his mouth, and then looked at Xu Changan and said, "The most outstanding disciple of a sect should never have a barrier!

He seemed to be speaking to Xu Changan, who was meditating in front of the lamp.

Many years later, when he and Dong Pan teamed up to resist foreign enemies and finally save the Qinglian Sword Sect, he would still remember that the story of the two of them began now.

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Ning Zhiyuan smirked, turned around and went out with the Qinglian in his hand, and said to everyone: "Guard this place, no one is allowed to enter!"

At that moment, a roar rang out from the sky.

This voice was a woman's, and it was unusually familiar to Ning Zhiyuan.

"Pei Changkong, do you really want to stop me from killing this evil obstacle!"