At night, above the Qi Peak, Lingyun Sword Pavilion.

In a spacious room, a faint light came out. A handsome man in white, sitting cross-legged at the table, was intently flipping through an old, yellowed book. It was the first disciple of the Sword Master of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion - Yu An.

"Knock, knock. Yu An raised his head when he heard the sound, frowned and said slightly dissatisfied: "Who?" There was a squeak at the door, and the door was pushed open halfway, revealing only a human face, and the person was full of laughter, and his voice was long and shouted softly: "Senior-brother-division-brother-"

After Yu An saw the man, he put down the book in his hand and said, "Lin Yi, come in." The man called Lin Yi was also dressed in white, and he was the second senior brother of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion who had no prestige in the face of many swordsmen during the day. I saw Lin Yi tiptoe to the table and sit down casually, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Senior brother, you are so anxious to find the master during the day, is there something wrong?"

Yu An said with a flat face: "A little thing, don't bother the junior brother." ”

Lin Yi saw that Yu An didn't want to talk about it, and didn't ask much, and when he saw the old books on the table, he turned to smile and said, "Senior brother, you're still working hard so late, what kind of book are you reading? Lin Yi said and moved his ass to Yu An's side.

Yu An stretched out a hand and pushed the book on the table inside, and said, "It's just a book that records strange things, I can't sleep, I turned it out and looked at it and suddenly found it quite interesting." It's that my junior brother came to me so late, can't I even sleep because my junior brother can't sleep?"

Lin Yi's buttocks were still in mid-air, and when he saw Yu An's every move, he had to smile awkwardly, moved his body back to the same place, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is now the leader of our new generation of young people on the right path, not only is he not arrogant or impatient, but he is more hardworking. The junior brother was ashamed, and he couldn't sleep with shame. ”

Yu An was already accustomed to facing the oily and slippery junior disciples, so he just said lightly: "But it's for the sake of Wutong City?"

Lin Yi immediately straightened his waist when he heard the three words of Wutong City, and said with a serious face: "Senior brother is wise." Senior brother didn't know that although the junior brother usually didn't have a positive shape, but seeing that many of our junior disciples were improving their cultivation skills, how could I, as the second disciple of our Sword Pavilion, indulge myself, so I wanted to ask the senior brother to take me with him when he visited Wutong City and hone himself. ”

The more Lin Yi spoke, the more energetic he became. He continued with a serious face: "I heard that the city lord of Wutong has a female disciple, and that female disciple is deeply influenced by his true inheritance, and her swordsmanship is unique, so it would be best if I could discuss swordsmanship with her." ”

Hearing this, Yu An sighed and said slowly: "Senior brother, do you still remember what happened last year?" On the way to the path of cultivation, how can it be child's play? I will tell the master about the matter of Wutong City, and as for whether the master agrees with you to go, it all depends on your creation. ”

Lin Yi immediately smiled when he heard Yu An's words: "Thank you, senior brother, with this senior brother, it will be successful." After that, Lin Yi turned around and left, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "Don't forget." After saying that, he gently closed the door and disappeared.

Yu An was stunned, then shook his head and smiled: "My junior brother." ”

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An autumn rain and a cold. Yesterday it rained heavily all night and did not stop until dawn. Yesterday was a bit warm, but today it feels a little cold. Every deep path in Little Taoyuan Villa is paved with a layer of green and yellow fallen leaves.

On the eaves, there are still residual rainwater rolling down from time to time. Perhaps because of the weather, there were only a few scattered disciples of the mountain village who were supposed to get up in the morning to practice in the garden.

Jiang Ming changed into thick black clothes, compared to the previous gray face, he was heroic at this time, and strode towards the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Jiang Ming walked straight to the outside of a large hall, and the door was open. Jiang Ming stepped over the steps, the main hall has a picture of the blue sky and the white sun, a plaque is hung above, and the three gilded characters "Yang Xin Palace" are shining and extremely solemn. But the hall was empty.

Jiang Ming didn't know what to do for a while, and was about to turn around and leave, when a hoarse voice came: "Ahem, it's Jiang Ming, come in......"

Jiang Ming followed the sound and saw that there was a small door, which was quite old. Then he walked in gently.

I saw a table in the room, a red sandalwood incense burner, and a faint green smoke floated from the incense burner, Jiang Ming absorbed it, and only felt a warm current swimming all over his body. Two cushions made of unknown grass and trees, sunk deep in the middle, placed on either side of the table, look like they have been for a long time. A Taoist in a gray robe is meditating upright with his legs crossed and his eyes slightly closed. On the table in front of him, there is a purple sand and colored carved pine teapot and a few wooden cups, which are simple and elegant.

Looking at the Taoist in front of him, Jiang Ming just stood quietly aside, patiently waiting for the Taoist to finish meditating.

"It's back. The meditating Taoist did not open his eyes, but his lips moved slightly. Jiang Ming looked at the thin Taoist, with a straight nose, slightly high cheekbones, and slightly sunken cheeks, but his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he was quite painful. is middle-aged, but his head is already mixed with scattered white hair, showing his old age.

Jiang Ming said respectfully: "The disciple is back, Master." With that, he stepped forward and picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for the Taoist who was sitting upright, and the green smoke mixed with the incense burner floated out of the window together. Then he silently returned to the place and saluted: "Master, I came back yesterday, but I just came back and haven't taken care of it, so I came to see you early this morning, and I ask Master to forgive me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a trace of strangeness suddenly flashed on the Taoist's face, slightly hideous. Although the Taoist deliberately suppressed it, Jiang Ming still discovered the abnormality. Without waiting for the Taoist to speak, Jiang Ming asked softly, "Master, are you okay?"

Moment. The Taoist slowly opened his eyes and stopped moving, picked up the teacup, took a sip and said: "It's just an old disease, and it will attack every time it is cold weather, so it's okay." ”

Jiang Ming was born in the Blood Moon Sect, and for more than ten years, he rejected the Demon Sect exercises, and in order to deal with the Vermilion Bird Envoy Zhu Qing, he had to observe the "Demon Scroll Heavenly Book". Although he didn't care about it, but as the years went by, his ears and eyes were colored, and the secret method of the Blood Moon Sect, the Demon Scroll Heavenly Book, also felt the third of the ninefolds. The most important thing is that Jiang Ming stayed in Wuqi Mountain for a long time, and in his spare time, he went to find some ancient books to read to pass the time, so he was quite knowledgeable.

Jiang Ming pondered for a while and said softly: "Master, I once happened to read an ancient book, which recorded some strange things, and the disciple was quite interested, so I remembered some of them. According to what you said, every time there is a cold weather, it is poisoned by the cold. ”

The Daoist raised his head and looked at Jiang Ming carefully, and said slowly: "I fell a few years ago, why didn't I seek a cure for my teacher." Running around and having no fixed place to live, it just hurts your sister and sister. Later, he settled here. Fortunately, our owner is well-informed and found a nine-turn grass for me to suppress the cold poison in my body, so I have survived so far. ”

When the Taoist said this, he recalled his memories, sighed for a long time and sighed: "It's been twenty years, and I've been tortured by this cold poison for twenty years, and I have long looked down on it." Now the most reassuring thing is your senior sister, and one day, when your senior sister has a home, I can also close my eyes with peace of mind. ”

Although Jiang Ming had heard of it a long time ago, but when he said this from his master's mouth, Jiang Ming still didn't feel good in his heart, so he had to comfort: "Master, don't say that, if the senior sister and senior sister know, they should be sad." Besides, your cold poison is not impossible to eradicate. According to that ancient book, in the south of the West Sea, there are tens of thousands of mountains, and there are seven exquisite flowers, this flower has a miraculous effect, and can even reverse life and death, not to mention your cold poison. ”

When the man heard this, he smiled, as if he had a lot of cheerfulness in his chest, and said, "I don't know whether the records in the book are true or false. Not to mention the long distance, the vicinity of the West Sea is where the main hall of the Demon Sect is located, and the activities of the Demon Sect are very rampant. Don't be delusional. ”

Jiang Ming was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. Seeing this, the man waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "If you have this heart, you will be very content as a teacher, and I didn't accept you in vain." Go down, don't talk about it again. ”