As for the sect leader Jiang Mangni, he turned a blind eye to Jimo's shallow style, and never reprimanded half a sentence, at most, when he couldn't stand it, he nagged two sentences, telling him to accept his temperament, marry a wife and have children seriously, and he nagged a lot, but he was embarrassed by an old husband and a young wife, and never mentioned it again.

Although it is common to pull out the silk and bamboo every day in the Immortal Peak, but today it is a little abnormal, the eldest disciple of this peak, Gan Song, ordered people to drive the car, and picked up a large number of singers from the small town under the mountain to go up the mountain, and the songs were full of some fragrant tunes, and the ears of the people who listened to them were red and warm.

The clouds are gone, the moon shadow moves slightly, the maple forest rustles, and clusters of uncertain yellow glow, like a mysterious candle flame, swaying in the dark, looking at each other, there are countless fireflies shuttling and swimming in the dense forest.

Jimo Qingqian held the wine cup, slumped in the chair with a somewhat depressed appearance, leaning on the red and cui, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a confused and intoxicated look, and his fingers tapped the table table according to the rhythm of the tune, and he was full of the romantic style of the prodigal son.

"What kind of person, break through the immortal peak at night. The maple grove was swaying for a while, and the jaypine shouted loudly to tear through the night, and the words were still there, which was the clanging sound of the long sword coming out of the sheath, and there was a clanging sound.

Yale's voice suddenly became hoarse and hideous, like a knife on the neck of a chicken, the hoarse sound was so hoarse that the singers suddenly stopped their hands, looked at each other, and looked over with wide eyes.

I saw a few sharp sword lights cutting through the maple trees in the mountains, and the thick trunks broke into two in response, and smashed on the ground, and the wet night dew splashed in all directions, and the night that filled the sheng song was torn and shattered.

The singers had never seen such a scene, and suddenly there was a miserable scream on their faces, and they hugged the guy who was eating in their arms, and they fled in all directions.

Jimo Qingqian suddenly felt disappointed, his face was gloomy and he could make a torrential rain, carrying the wine jug, and walked into the forest with a slightly drunken breath, only to see Gansong leading several disciples to surround the spirit bones, and Fang Zhiwan was also in it, it seems that she is indeed resolute and extraordinary, and she chased from noon to midnight.

Although the night was deep, but it was so close, the cold sword light flickered, Fang Zhiwan finally saw the appearance of the spirit bone clearly, his face was slightly dark, his eyebrows and eyes were rough, quite a bit of heroic righteousness, a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows, and under the surging moon, flashing scarlet shimmering.

This devil, with such a black heart, is born so righteous and awe-inspiring, which is really a big joke. Fang Zhiwan scolded resentfully, the long chain in his hand shook violently, and it turned into several azure sword lights, like layers of advancing water, setting off a turbulent wave sound, and wringing towards the spirit bones from all directions.

Linggu glanced at everyone disdainfully, and let out a low shout, the white bone in his hand glowed with awe-inspiring brilliance, and he drew a circle on the ground.

Only a few soft pops were heard, and the forest suddenly flew with cold light, and the death intent was lingering, and the wind rolled up the rocks and sand, and the whistling sound was deafening, and it attacked everyone.

With a "boom", the wind collided with everyone heavily, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

Jatamansong was closest to the spirit bones, in the center of the wind, the rubble smashed on his body, and the yellow grit with the earthy smell of the scorching sun covered his slightly swaying figure.

And the rest of the disciples and Fang Zhiwan were swept away by the strong wind, and they flew out upside down one after another, and some of them who were not good at cultivation smashed straight to the ground, struggling a few times, although they stood up with difficulty, they also had no combat power.

The wind gradually subsided, the sand and gravel were swept away, and although Jasson was a little embarrassed, and even his clothes were cut by sharp stones, he stood sideways in the wind, standing as steady as Mount Tai, and was never knocked to the ground.

And Fang Zhiwan took a few steps back, and before her body stabilized, she raised her eyebrows, the long chain crackled in front of her, and rushed forward again, standing side by side with Gansong.

Jimo Qingqian's expression was slightly surprised, Gan Song could easily take the next move, in his expectation, after all, he was his beloved apprentice, a few catties and a few taels he still weighed it, but Fang was able to take this move at night, and he still had the strength to rush forward again, which was really rare, he glanced at her lightly, and leaned over quietly.

The night wind whimpered, brushing the clothes of the spirit bones, he pinched a trick with a solemn expression, and there were suddenly countless bulges on the white bones, and he urged with one hand, and countless bone swords broke out of the bones.

A sharp hissing sound sounded in the void, and the sharp bone sword emitted a cold light, like clusters of meteors falling, stabbing wildly at Gansong and Fang Zhiwan, and there was a great posture of stabbing the two of them into hedgehogs.

Gansong's face changed slightly, and the folding fan in his hand unfolded with a bang, and the wind rose through the fan, and there was an endless desolate bamboo fragrance lingering, and a large green glow swept through the bone sword.

In the glow, the sound of clanging resounded through the heavens and the earth, and it was actually countless vigorous bamboo leaves, exuding a green glow, colliding with the bone sword.

And Fang Zhiwan was on one side of his body, his wrist shook, and the long chain clanged, like a long dragon entering the sea, stirring up endless and deep waves in the bone sword, and the bone sword was rolled upside down and scattered in all directions.

Linggu raised his lips and smiled, his smile was cold and playful, he jumped up, clenched his fist with one hand, and the cold light flashed between his fingers, attacking Fang Zhiwan.

Seeing this, Jimo Qingqian threw the wine jug, rubbed his hands, and the Xingyue double sword was suddenly held in his hand, blocking in front of Fang Zhiwan, a sword struck the bone fist, and a sword stabbed at the spirit bone, and quickly glanced at him.

The spirit bone turned strangely and dodged the long sword, but the tip of the sword still picked at the placket of his clothes, and with a "zila" sound, the placket tore a gap.

Jimo Qingqian took the opportunity to hand forward, staggered over, and glanced deeply at the spirit bone.

The spirit bone suddenly held the flower with one hand, the bone fist was magnificent, and the bone knife as thin as a cicada's wings was sandwiched between his fingers, and the wind was howling, avoiding Jimo Qingqian, and once again hit Fang Zhiwan, who was too busy to take care of himself.

Jimo Qingqian sighed lowly, his body twisted, turned back, and stopped in front of Fang Zhiwan, the stars and moon swords were staggered in front of him, the brilliance was like stars with the moon, shining, the sound of the sword was loud, deafening.

The bone fist was huge, scattering the brilliance with a thunderous momentum, and the long sword flew with a single blow, and smashed heavily on Jimo Qingqian's body in an instant, without the slightest chance to turn around and dodge.

With a "zila" sound, the thin blade sandwiched between his fingers slashed across Jimo Qingqian's body, and suddenly the skin and flesh bloomed, and blood splashed everywhere.

With a "poof", Jimo Qingqian spurted out a large mouthful of blood, flew upside down and flew far away, before slamming heavily on the ground, stirring up endless dust, and even the bun was loosened, which was even more embarrassing than the gray-headed Jataman.

Linggu's wrist flicked, and he smiled contemptuously, and the white bone shook lightly, and a thin green smoke rose up, enveloping him and disappearing in an instant.

The spirit bones ran without a trace, and the singers also went down the mountain under the guidance of their disciples, and the song and dance were defeated by the fight, and peace was restored on the Baxian Peak.

Jimo Qingqian changed into a clean regular clothes, and her hair bun was also combed again, although her face was slightly pale, but her expression was as usual, and she glanced at Fang Zhiwan as if she had nothing, but saw the blood marks on her clothes, and said lightly: "Gansong, order to go down, strictly guard the mountain gate these days, and no one is allowed to enter and leave at will." ”

Gan Song hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, Master." ”

There is a bowl of ice and snow cold yuan on the red sandalwood carved table, the thick and colorful pattern of the bowl is wrapped in the white cold mist, and a layer of crystal clear fine water droplets are dripping out of the edge of the bowl.

Jimo Qingqian slowly stirred the snow-white and soft Yuanzi, the cold mist swirled around the mouth of the bowl, and his expression was also like this bowl of ice and snow cold Yuanzi, faint, cold, and without any emotion: "Arrange a guest room for Miss Fang." ”

Fang Zhiwan's eyes flashed, pressed the faint pain coming from his heart, and hurriedly gave a salute: "Thank you, senior." ”

Jimo Qing waved his hand slightly, stirred up the ice and snow Leng Yuanzi for a while, and continued to instruct: "Tomorrow, as a teacher, I will go down the mountain to Liquan, Gansong, you stay in Baxian Peak, you must take care of things, restrain the disciples, and don't cause trouble." ”

Gan Song hurriedly bowed down and said: "What does the master want to do when he goes down the mountain, it is better for the disciple to go with the master, to find out the news, to run errands to find someone, to carry a burden or something, and to save the master from fatigue." ”

Jimo Qingqian smiled slightly: "For the teacher to know that you have filial piety, this time for the teacher to go down the mountain, is to track down the whereabouts of the remnants of the Tongling Valley and the Demon Transformation Bone Sword, the sect master arranged for the Liquan branch disciples to assist, you will stay in the sect and take care of the matter of pulling out the Immortal Peak." ”

Without waiting for Gan Song to speak, Fang Zhiwan hurriedly stepped forward, his eyes were resolute, and his expression was calm and solemn: "Jimo seniors, can you allow the juniors to go together, and do your best." ”

Jimo Qing glanced at Fang Zhiwan, put down the white porcelain spoon with a bang, and smashed it with a light sound, he sneered lightly: "No need, it's about the secrets of this sect, not enough for outsiders, besides, Miss Fang's cultivation can't help much, if there is the whereabouts of the two of them, I will order someone to send a message to the girl, Miss Fang has recovered from her injuries, and she will go down the mountain by herself." ”

This clearly shows that Fang Zhiwan is a burden, she is cheeky, and she can't save face, but as a junior, and in front of so many disciples of Baxian Peak, she can't turn her face on the spot, her body shook very slightly, she bit her lip quite stubbornly, didn't say a word, and secretly calculated to herself.

Hearing this, Gan Song looked at Jimo Qingqian with some surprise, if it weren't for the Taibai Mountain, in the Tianyi Sect, he would almost suspect that this master was pretended to be someone else, you must know that although his master is a little strict with his disciples, but to the girl, especially the good-looking girl, he is full of kindness and pleasantness, and speaks softly, lest he speak loudly, which will scare Yingying Yanyan, why would the other party speak so coldly at night, and he was extremely sarcastic.

He looked at Fang Zhiwan again, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she was also a good-looking girl, he smiled and sighed in his heart, it seems that this good-looking girl may not all match the master's eight characters.

Jimo glanced at Gan Song lightly, as if he had guessed a little what he was thinking, his face turned cold, and he snorted lightly: "Gan Song, during these days when the teacher went down the mountain, if these junior disciples of yours caused trouble, you will be punished as much as they receive, you will be punished as much as you want, you will do it yourself." ”