At this moment, Shaobai took Crispy Rou to fly in the air, practicing the 'Wind and Clouds', but Crispy Rou didn't want to practice swords. She didn't seem to realize that her sword-wielding right hand was being fiddled with all kinds of sword practice movements by Shaobai, but she took the initiative to lean her delicate body against Shaobai's chest, and then stared sideways at Shaobai, looking at his handsome and fair face up close, so that his flowing black hair flying in the wind fell on her flushed and delicate cheeks from time to time, and stirred up the tingling in her heart.

Shaobai is pregnant with beautiful people in her arms, but her heart is as calm as water. He looked ahead and taught Shurou swordsmanship one move at a time. When the move switch or the corner of his eye swept over, he could naturally detect the delicate charm of the tenderness, and the expression that she only wanted to revel in now and did not want to practice the sword. He wanted to reprimand or correct her, however, his heart softened, because she was too beautiful and infatuated at the moment, and her beauty was innate, and her infatuation with him was not pretended - she was reluctant to leave him if she didn't learn the sword.

In the face of Su Rou's infatuation, ask yourself, Shaobai is actually excited, but if he wants to achieve the glory of the martial god, he must be worthy of his hard past of cultivating for a hundred days, so he can't be burdened by lingering feelings, he must be able to take it and let it go. But did he really let it go? It was a question he didn't dare to go into in depth.

Shaobai didn't dare to respond to the affectionate eyes cast by Surou, a pair of starry eyes stared ahead, quietly took Shurou or flew in the air, or walked on the ground, and practiced the two moves of the "Three Styles of Demon Suppression" swordsmanship "Wind and Clouds" and "Dragon Yin Jiuxiao" from beginning to end, and then floated to the ground with Shurou, collected the sword, walked to a place twenty zhang away from Shurou, and said: "You practice it now." ”

With a smile on the corner of her eyebrows, she said coquettishly: "I have low understanding, you have to take me to practice again." ”

"Okay. Shaobai sighed deeply, grabbed his right hand in the air, and snatched the bamboo sword in Shurou's hand.

Su Rou "hehe" smiled: "Sigh, you think everyone is as smart as you." If you practice with me behind my back, as you did just now, and practice a few times, I'll be done. Come, go on. She was about to swing her waist and walk towards Shaobai. Unexpectedly, Shaobai suddenly bit his left index finger, and blood gushed out from his fingertips.

Su Rou suddenly felt distressed, and exclaimed: "Shaobai, what are you going to do?!" The delicate body pounced, rushed to Shaobai, grabbed his left index finger, and sucked it gently and painfully. Unexpectedly, Shaobai pushed him away and used his mana to block her from ten zhang away. After that, he used his internal strength again, and pointed the tip of the bitten left index finger at the body of the bamboo sword, so that a pillar of blood poured into the bamboo sword from his fingertips.

About half a moment later, the green bamboo sword turned into a red blood sword, but Shaobai didn't stop the blood transfusion until another half a moment later, he stopped the blood transfusion. And the blood sword was crystal clear and spotless, like a good divine weapon, infinitely powerful.

Shaobai looked at the blood sword and said softly, "Go ahead." As soon as he finished speaking, the blood sword seemed to have a spirit, and it flew towards Shurou and fell in her right hand.

At this time, Su Rou saw that Shaobai's lips were a little pale, and she knew that he was overdraining sperm and blood, so she couldn't help crying in shock: "You give me this, what are you going to do?" She rushed over again and hugged Shaobai tightly.

Shaobai slowly pushed her away, pointed to the blood sword in her right hand, and said softly: "Just now, I passed on your five thousand years of mana through Xiao Yin, and you have the ability to escape into other things, so you can naturally escape into the blood sword at any time." And this blood sword carries half of my essence blood, if you escape into this sword, except for me to summon you out or you come out voluntarily, any other spell will drive you out. You see, like this, does it count as me personally protecting you?"

Seeing him push her away, Su Rou looked at each other coldly, gritted her teeth and hated: "Why are you so good to me, and why are you so indifferent to me?"

Shaobai said: "I have my mission. ”

"What is your mission?"

Shaobai said: "Become a martial god and destroy the Demon Emperor." ”

Su Rou said: "Okay, since you pass on my mana, I will help you kill the Demon Emperor together." ”

Shaobai said: "I passed on your five thousand years of mana, and gave you a blood sword, barely counting, your cultivation also has 10,000 years, but it is less than ten percent of me." Unless you can learn the 'Three Ways of Subjugating Demons' well, maybe your cultivation will reach 10% of my cultivation. ”

Su Rou was dumbfounded, and said in a daze: "Are you a demon? You have more than 100,000 years of cultivation." How old are you?"

At this moment, Shaobai's pale lips seemed to have regained a trace of color, but he yawned a lot and said, "I'm really sleepy, and I really want to sleep." However, if you learn the 'Three Ways of Demon Suppression' before I go to bed, I'll tell you how old I am now?"

Su Rou said distressedly: "Don't worry, you can sleep and teach me again." ”

Shaobai said: "I'm afraid that when I wake up, it will be dawn, and I will have to go back to Leopard Mountain, and I can't teach you." ”

"You have to go?" Su Rou sighed, lowered her head, and began to be sentimental again.

Shaobai nodded.

"Then you take me away. ”

Shaobai shook his head and said: "You are a soul body, if you appear, those immortals will classify you and the Demon Emperor as the same kind, and they can't tolerate you." ”

Shurou pondered for a moment, and finally gritted her silver teeth and sighed, "That's okay! However, I now want you to teach me the 'Three Ways of Demon Suppression' again. ”

Shaobai nodded, moved a few steps on the soles of his feet, came to the back of Shurou, took her right hand again, supported her with his left hand, and was about to practice the "Three Styles of Demon Suppression".

"Wait!" Shurou broke free from Shaobai's hands, turned around and raised her arms, put her arms around Shaobai's neck, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Shaobai affectionately and infinitely, gentle as water: "Shaobai, tomorrow, you will leave." We have too little time to spend together, and I'm afraid it's just time to practice these three sword moves. So, promise me, when you teach, give some emotional communication, and don't be as cool as you were just now - always look ahead and don't look at me. Okay?"

Unexpectedly, Shaobai let out a soft "um". She was overjoyed, turned around and snuggled tightly in Shaobai's arms.

Shaobai gently supported her with his left hand behind her back, and held her right wrist with his right hand, and led her to dance the blood sword.

At this time, Shaobai was seriously teaching the "Three Styles of Demon Subjugation", and also paid attention to Shurou's reaction. When he saw the smiling Shurou very attentively following him to practice every move and style, and asked him questions from time to time, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Under Shaobai's patient and meticulous teaching, about half an hour later, the two styles of 'Wind and Clouds' and 'Dragon Yin Nine Skies' have been practiced by them.

Shaobai asked, "What do you think?"

Crispy smiled playfully and said, "I don't know either." After speaking, she rehearsed the two styles of 'Wind and Clouds' and 'Dragon Yin Nine Skies'.

As the blood sword danced with Su Rou, he saw that a huge red sword qi immediately blew out in the yellow aperture, and then let out bursts of wind and rage, and ten thousand dragons hissed one after another. Shaobai stood in her sword aura, and after watching the crisp drill from beginning to end, she couldn't help but smile faintly.

It turned out that Su Rou not only mastered the essence of the two moves of 'Wind and Clouds' and 'Dragon Singing Nine Heavens' in half an hour, but also integrated the power of the blood sword into the sword moves. Fang Cai, the swordsmanship she practiced was not only smooth, but also the sword qi was better than the sword qi used by Shaobai with Xiao. The so-called famous teacher loves high apprentices, and Shaobai saw that this soft understanding was so high, and he couldn't help but put the joy in his heart on his face.

Shu Rou put away her sword and said coquettishly, "How is it? How am I practicing?" When you smile, you must be praising me for practicing well. After a pause, he praised stupidly: "Shaobai, your smile just now is really beautiful, you should smile more." ”

Shaobai's smile is indeed very beautiful, although it is a tired smile, but it does not weaken his handsome and elegant temperament in the slightest, but in addition to handsomeness, it adds a bit of vicissitudes of beauty. However, this was Shaobai's first smile in thousands of years, and his only smile in the next 10,000 years. He was indeed very good at restraining himself, but he didn't know that his heart had already been taken away by Crisp Rou.

Shaobai scolded: "You fox, you are really cunning, you deceive me so hard." ”

Su Rou said angrily: "Where am I cunning? If I hadn't pretended to be stupid, would you have taught me by hand?" After speaking, she looked at Shaobai and smiled, her smile was still so charming and moving.

Shaobai yawned again and said, "Okay! I'm tired." It's time to rest. With that, he found a piece of grass and was about to lie down on it.

Su Rou shouted: "Wait and sleep, how old are you from this 100,000-year-old demon?"

Shaobai glanced back at her tiredly and said, "I'm the same age as you, a thousand-year-old painted fox." After saying that, he turned around and fell asleep.

A thousand years old, a hundred thousand years of cultivation——?

Is he like her, and he has been created by chance? Or is he a hundred days a day and cultivating hard?

Su Rou didn't know the hardships of Shaobai's cultivation in the past thousand years, but when she saw that he was only dressed in white, and she didn't even have straw sandals, she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.

As soon as Shaobai lay down, he slept deeply.

Seeing that he was breathing quickly and strongly, Su Rou knew in her heart that he had just paid too much for her, and he was too tired. She sat on the grass next to Shaobai, gently caressing Shaobai's handsome cheeks with her snow-white jade hand, and her heart was full of love and helplessness - tomorrow, he will leave. After a long sigh, Su Rou leaned down her delicate body, buried her beautiful face in Shaobai's chest and fell asleep.

The flying white tiger's pair of tiger eyes are really sharp, always paying attention to the movement in the yellow circle of the mountain peak here, it saw Shaobai and Shurou falling asleep one after another, and looked at this side of the mountain peak more vigilantly at the moment, guarding them more carefully.