Xu Qingyan quietly looked at Ning Yi, who was sitting opposite him.

The sun is falling.

A clean face, and fairly delicate facial features.

Ning Yi was actually not ugly, he was born from the heart, his eyebrows were slightly raised, with two or three points of fierce murderous aura, but at this moment, his eyes were closed, and the evil aura between his eyebrows dispersed, unexpectedly mild.

He wasn't a bad guy in the first place.

In Xu Qingyan's heart, he is not just a bad person.

The best person in the world, to be exact...... is the best person in the world for her.

The girl was stunned, the corners of her lips curled slightly, one hand held Ning Yi's palm resting on the table, and the other hand supported her chin, just looking at it like this, she could watch it for a long time, watch it all day......

Until there was some untimely noise outside the east door.

Xu Qingyan was taken aback, realizing that the person he liked the most might be here...... She hurriedly grabbed the hat on the table, put it on her head, and pushed the door open.

Outside the door has changed from noisy to quiet at this moment, the linen-robed Taoist wiped the sweat on his forehead, stopped his movements, and looked up at the young man in white shirt who pushed the door in, with a black-edged snow-white dragon embroidered on his shoulder, twists and turns, the young man raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that today's East Chamber would be so lively...... As soon as I pushed the door open, I could see that more than a dozen Taoist monks in hemp robes were standing under the eaves, and what they were holding in their hands seemed to be the ancient books of the Tiandu Library.

Li Baijiao's gaze crossed the crowd, and at the same time, his steps also moved, and he walked in front of the young man in the Taoist robe, bowing slightly.

Mr. Chen Yi ...... This is?"

The Pope returned the salute and explained with a smile: "His Royal Highness the Prince...... This is to add some things to Miss Xu's East Chamber, which can be regarded as a little caution of Taiqing Pavilion. ”

"How did you think of sending these?" Li Baijiao smiled and sighed, stretched out his hand and picked up the topmost one from the ancient book picked up by the ma-robed Taoist beside him, and said softly: "General Outline of Formation?"

"Miss Xu is practicing in the East Chamber, so naturally she has to learn everything, not only the formation, but also the Kanyu, and even the Qimen gossip, all over the world...... There are a lot of books, enough for Miss Xu to read for a long time. ”

Li Baijiao put down the ancient book and said with a smile: "You have to worry about it." ”

After saying that, the prince waved his hand, summoned the attendants beside him, and said softly: "Tomorrow, I will send the ancient books in the library and the special outline of the main hall to the East Chamber......"

The attendant nodded and took note of the prince's words.

Li Baijiao looked at the woman with the hat who came out of the pavilion in the east wing, and said in a soft tone: "Qingyan girl, I haven't seen ...... for a long time."

I only saw it yesterday.

Xu Qingyan stood silently, and closed the pavilion door with his backhand extremely concealed.

Li Baijiao keenly captured this detail.

He looked at the side pavilion behind Xu Qingyan, if he remembered correctly, this was the tea room in the East Chamber.

"Miss Xu is drinking tea with a friend?"

Of course she didn't answer, Xu Qingyan chose to be silent and avoid this question, she walked slowly in front of the prince, her tone was as calm as possible, and said softly: "Thank you, Your Highness, for sending me medicine today." ”

Reached.

Li Baijiao looked away disappreciatively, took out the medicine pill from his waist bag with a smile, and then said softly: "Miss Xu still has friends?"

After finishing speaking, his face was indifferent, and he bypassed Xu Qingyan and walked towards the East Wing Teahouse.

Xu Qingyan was stunned.

Ning Yi was still in retreat in the tea room......

The prince stood in front of the door and raised an eyebrow.

Push the door.

......

......

After the door opened, standing in front of him was a middle-aged scribe in a black shirt and elegant clothes.

Li Baijiao frowned, he looked at this middle-aged scribe, and always felt that there was an aura of déjà vu in this person, but he couldn't remember it for a while...... His mind swept out and he wanted to find out, but unbelievably, he was bounced back.

is an unfathomable master.

In the Great Sui world, there are not many monks who practice divine souls.

In just one breath, the two have passed by.

The middle-aged scribe walked up to Xu Qingyan's side and said a few words softly in a voice that no one heard.

Li Baijiao turned around, frowned, lowered his posture, and said, "Who is this?"

"Ning Yi" has already completed the task of opening the ancient scroll on this trip, and at this moment, he bowed and said hoarsely: "Poor Dao is the nameless loose cultivation of the Taiqing Pavilion of the Taoist Sect, and at the invitation of the Lingshan monk, he will explore the cultivation prospects in the body for the Qingyan girl. ”

Li Baijiao was slightly abrupt and said with a smile: "I was offended a lot before. ”

Outsiders are a little confused, so they don't know what His Royal Highness the Prince's "offense" means.

"Ning Yi" smiled and said: "The way of the soul, kung fu is done, and the water drops are pierced." ”

Li Baijiao looked at the appearance in his forties, but he actually guessed that the "middle-aged scribe" who might have lived one or two nails, just explored, his soul was completely blocked by the other party, and now it seems that the other party may be an old monster who specializes in cultivating the soul and has Jiazi kung fu, no wonder the soul is so deep.

Thinking of this, he echoed softly and smiled: "This is indeed the truth. ”

The prince said again: "What can the Taoist master see in the cultivation of the Qingyan girl?"

A Qingyan girl, she is really kind.

Ning Yi sneered in his heart, and said quietly and sincerely: "Heaven's will must not be leaked...... His Royal Highness was born in the Lotus Pavilion, don't you know the unspeakable rules of deducing the fate technique?"

Li Baijiao was stopped by this question.

He was in the Lotus Pavilion and studied under Mr. Yuan Chun, and he had a little attainment in deducing the art of life.

"Although I am in the Lotus Pavilion, I don't practice very hard, I am ashamed, I am ashamed ......"

Li Baijiao smiled, waved his sleeves pretendedly, and no longer talked too deeply.

"It's not too early, don't disturb the purity of Miss Qingyan. Ning Yi turned to face the hooded girl, opened his mouth with a smile, and then asked, "Your Royal Highness Lao came down to the east chamber to deliver medicine, why don't you go back with the Daoist chariot and horse?"

Li Baijiao was a little helpless.

Chen Yi immediately invited warmly: "His Royal Highness the Prince, I haven't seen you for a long time, I will hold a banquet in Taiqing Pavilion at noon, please don't refuse." ”

The prince could only agree and hurriedly left the East Chamber.

Ning Yi left with the carriage and horses.

Xu Qingyan stood in the east chamber, feeling that everything that had just happened was a little too fast.

The girl under the soap veil of the hat suddenly laughed.

She remembered what Ning Yi had whispered to herself.

"The prince is not a good fellow. ”

"It's getting cooler......"

"You have to remember to take care of yourself. ”

......

......

Ning Yi did not participate in the banquet set by the Taoist Taiqing Pavilion at all.

As for his own identities...... He didn't worry about what the prince could find out, Taiqing Pavilion's status in Zhongzhou Tiandu was self-evident, a Taoist master who practiced came from the unknown Xiling Mountain, and then went away...... In Chen Yi's list of Taoist sects, no less than 100 people can be found if they meet the conditions.

After the aftermath, Ning Yi handed it all over to Chen Yi.

As for whether the "Pope" can cope with it, it is not a matter for him to worry about.

Leave the palace.

Ning Yi struggled to recall the picture of himself opening the ancient scroll, the memory of the original sword wielder......

Eight streamers.

There are also eight bamboo slips that are indistinguishable from the engraving.

He left Tiandu, went around all the way, and finally found a ruined ancient temple, swept away the dust and dust scattered on the futon for a long time with a snap of his fingers with his sword qi, and simply arranged a soundproof ban at the temple gate, and then took out the fine snow, inserted it in front of the futon, and spent about half an hour taking out the formation talisman that the girl had prepared for herself half a year ago, and blocked the ancient temple in all directions.

This measure is to ensure the absolute safety of this ancient temple, and if there is any disturbance, it can alarm Ning Yi as soon as possible.

When walking, caution is important.

Ning Yi began to visualize the ancient scroll...... His mind easily stepped into the scrolls.

There are three, six, nine and so on in the world, and the quality is different, depending on the vision of the visualization map.

This ancient scroll inherited by the sword bearer, when you visualize, you are in a distant ancient country, and you can see the ancient tree on the top of the world.

"The building wood does not fall, and the spark burns forever. ”

That ancient tree should be the legendary "building wood".

Ning Yi let out a long breath.

This time, the visualization went extremely smoothly, and his soul was no longer as sour as before, but gradually comfortable, and was constantly nourished in the visualization scroll, and it can be speculated that this visualization scroll containing the vast worlds is a very high-grade spiritual visualization object, and it is also the best way to practice.

Ning Yi was vaguely disappointed.

Sure enough, the last time I entered the memory of the first sword wielder...... It was an accident.

When you visualize, it's like being in the clouds.

He lowered his head and saw a whole magnificent world, which he had seen countless times.

An ethereal voice rang out.

A familiar feeling, intuition told Ning Yi that it was the first generation of sword bearers who left a legacy when he was dying.

"Someone who is destined, you have successfully opened the ancient scroll...... It shows that your qualifications, state of mind, and cultivation have all been recognized. ”

"After today, I hope you can bear the weight of the words 'sword wielder'......"

Ning Yi chewed these three words silently.

Qualifications, mood, cultivation.

It's hard to say the first two...... But the latter one, he is obviously not enough now......

Shook his head.

Don't think about that.

The voice that flowed like soft water in the threshold of the heart paused slightly, and became fierce.

"Tens of millions of things have spirits, the sword energy in the world has bones, we and other sword wielders, kill the unkillable, not for anything else, just to split a ray of light in the world. ”

"Changdang".

The lights are on the floor.

The entire ruined ancient temple was illuminated by the lights on the ground.

Someone's coming.

Ning Yi opened his eyes, and a touch of evil flashed on the tip of his eyebrows.

He pulled out the snow with one hand, followed by a dull scraping sound.

A slender hand as white as frost pressed the hilt of the fine snow sword and slowly pushed it back into the scabbard.

Ning Yi was stunned and looked at the wide black robe suspended in front of him.

"Ning Yi...... The Sword Bearer of the Eighth Realm...... The youngest sword wielder ever ......"

The man smiled, and his voice was no longer hoarse as it was difficult to distinguish between male and female on Changling Mountain.

Beneath the black robe is a skull mask.

But the slender voice and snow-white fingers all explain it...... The mountain keeper of Changling is actually a "woman".

The prohibition of the ancient temple was not touched, because the mountain keeper did not alarm the talisman and formation at all, she was like a ghost, floating three feet off the ground, carrying a lone lamp with scattered ashes in her hand.

It came quietly.

Then he said that it was heaven-shattering.

(I really want to write more today, but the plot of this sword bearer is very important, and I will only send one chapter today, and I will carefully revise the next chapter, scrutinize, and end the transition chapter smoothly, and the next plot will be very smooth, because it is a big climax that has been outlined in my mind early...... In addition, at the beginning of May, everyone has a free guaranteed monthly ticket to vote for Sword Bone, thank you enough. ）