The night was dark, and in the silent courtyard of the Heart Cultivation Palace, only the sound of the wind gently echoed in the night sky.

In a very simple house, there is a dim lone lamp, reflecting the slightly cramped room, and there are not many furnishings in it. The night breeze blew in through the half-open window, making a slight "whining" sound.

The lamp on the table in the middle of the room was also blown a little flickering, and became indefinite. A bare hand gently reached over, blocking the wind, and the firelight quickly stabilized.

"Zhiyi, it's a little cold, close the window. ”

The wind outside the house still kept blowing, making a little noise from time to time, Chen Zhiyi glanced at Li Changfeng, who was lying on the bed early, with a wry smile on his face, and slowly walked to the window, the cold wind that came in blew her hair, and it was hazy outside, and she gently closed the window in a moment.

Chen Zhiyi sat back at the table a little lazily, and picked up a round mirror, the person in the mirror had hair like clouds, and his eyebrows and eyes were indescribably tender. Although she is no longer young, she has practiced for decades, and she is naturally different from ordinary people, her appearance is the same as before, but she has a little more vicissitudes of the past.

She sat on her back to the bed and looked at it for a long time, a thin face was faintly reflected on the edge of the mirror, frowning slightly, her eyes were lightly closed, and she looked still middle-aged, but her temples were pale.

"Long wind. ”

The candle flame on the table danced slightly, and after a while, Li Changfeng, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, slowly opened his eyes and responded, "Hmm." ”

Chen Zhiyi put down the round mirror in his hand, didn't look back, and asked softly, "Have you passed the Qianchen Sword to Ming'er?"

Li Changfeng slowly sat up, leaned on the head of the bed, and said softly: "Although Ming'er's mental method is a little poor, she has only practiced for two years, and she can be regarded as smart. Give him the sword, maybe he is really lucky to go to Wutong City, and the road has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he will not bury this sword, and he will have an explanation for the old gentleman. ”

"What about the cold poison in your body?"

Li Changfeng looked at her back, not knowing what her expression was, but presumably with her sentimental nature, I am afraid that she is holding back tears at this moment. He felt a slight pain in his heart, and said softly: "Zhiyi, although this sword is said to have a scorching breath, it can warm the cold poison in my body, but it is not a long-term method, so many years have passed, the cold poison attack is more and more powerful every time, and now this sword is useless in my hands, give Ming'er's words ......"

"I see. Chen Zhiyi suddenly turned around, looked at his eyes tightly, and then a smile appeared on his white face, and said, "Don't worry, Ming'er will definitely not live up to your heart." ”

Li Changfeng doesn't like to show his heart, but now that he has said it so bluntly, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face, and he hurriedly shook his hand and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep." ”

Chen Zhiyi's eyes were slightly misty, and then he slowly took off his coat and lay down next to Li Changfeng, and with a light blow of the candle, the room fell into darkness.

"What are you doing with Miss Yu going to the flower garden lately?"

Listening to Li Changfeng, who was sleeping, spoke again, Chen Zhiyi chuckled lightly and said, "You don't like flowers and plants, I can be regarded as having met a confidant, why can't I go to exchange and discuss?"

Li Changfeng was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect Miss Yu to like these things." ”

"Although Miss Yu usually looks cold, I feel that she is a soft-hearted child. But it always seems to have something on his mind.,I don't like to be too close to people.。 Chen Zhiyi's mind came to mind again the cold woman who wanted to speak and stopped talking by the flower garden.

Li Changfeng smiled, with a hint of uncertainty, "How can you see that Miss Yu is soft-hearted?"

Chen Zhiyi was lying on the bed, staring at the darkness, and said leisurely: "Miss Yu loves flowers and plants like me, I am like this, so where can Miss Yu go?"

"Then you say this, aren't people who like flowers and plants tender people?"

Listening to Li Changfeng's strange tone, as if there was a slight hint of sarcasm, Chen Zhiyi muttered dissatisfiedly: "What about it?"

Li Changfeng tugged the quilt up, and he didn't bother to do any more entanglement, and said: "Okay, okay, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

"Hmph. Chen Zhiyi always felt that the other party was teasing him, but he couldn't see his expression in the dark, and he didn't have a seizure, so he turned over in a negative mood, his face was facing to the side, but he didn't feel sleepy.

But after a while, there was a slight snoring sound in his ears, and Chen Zhiyi's heart settled down inexplicably, and he slowly closed his eyes. I don't know how many years it has been going on, but as long as she hears this voice, she will feel at ease, as if everything is not so important.

The night was like ink, it was the darkest time, and the wind outside the house seemed to be a little more urgent.

In the same late night, some people slept quietly, and some people did not sleep. In another house in the compound, from the outside, the doors and windows were closed and there was no light. No one can see it, but the inside of the house is full of red rays, and the circulation is dazzling.

On the neat bed, Jiang Ming sat cross-legged with the Qianchen Immortal Sword in his hand, and the sword light illuminated the entire darkness, exuding a slight sense of heat.

Although it was already late at night, Jiang Ming did not show any tiredness. In fact, the energy of a cultivator is far beyond that of ordinary people, and even if he doesn't sleep for a few days, he won't be in serious trouble. At this moment, the red glow of the Qianchen Immortal Sword was reflected on his face, red and radiant, and he looked full of energy, and he was staring at the immortal sword in his hand with all his attention.

The sword body is slightly wider, and the black lines slowly flow with strange rays, and the warm feeling that comes out of the hand is like a tide that continues to pour into the internal organs along the blood vessels of the skin.

And what is strange is that the ferocious aura on the body of the Qianchen Sword is usually suppressed by something at this moment, and it can not be faintly emanated, and the killing and death aura enters his body along Jiang Ming's palm, but it no longer emerges from the terrifying scene of Shura Hell before. Even the blazing sensation that was originally in the place of the hand turned into a warm current.

Jiang Ming remembered the battle this afternoon, and still had lingering palpitations, at that moment he was completely seized by this sword, his mind was full of monstrous hatred, and there seemed to be a voice shouting in his heart, he was going to split this sword! Although he hesitated for a moment, the sword momentum was already devastating, and he even thought of the tragic image of the opponent's death on the spot, dripping with blood.

It was at this moment that Jiang Ming suddenly thought of Senior Sister, Master and Sister, and all the beauty at the moment, if this sword was split, I am afraid that he would become the target of everyone.

He subconsciously pulled the strength of his whole body to resist this devouring anger, and suddenly the blazing feeling all over his body was wrapped in a cold force, as if two completely different forces were counteracting each other.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ming's face suddenly flashed with excitement and anticipation that he couldn't hide. He held the Qianchen Immortal Sword tightly, and slowly ran the "Demon Scroll Heavenly Book" buried deep in his body, and suddenly his red mangs were greatly vibrating.

He closed his eyes lightly, to perceive the changes in his body, there was a blazing feeling broke through the body, slowly swam, driving his blood, as if boiling, when this force traveled to the abdomen, suddenly a cold dark aura slowly surged, the two met like fire and water, entangled and wrapped each other, and finally the two diametrically opposed forces actually merged into one and turned into gentleness.

Sure enough, Jiang Ming felt a burst of joy in his heart, this former dust immortal sword was originally a thing of Haoran righteousness, but now it has a trace of weird aura, and it can be compatible with the Yin "Demon Scroll Heavenly Book". The anger of the Qianchen Immortal Sword was dissolved by the "Demon Scroll Heavenly Book", and the cold and evil breath of the "Demon Scroll Heavenly Book" was suppressed by the fiery feeling of the Qianchen Immortal Sword.

At this time, Jiang Ming's face showed a strange look, and he forced himself to breathe lightly, although he was in a room with doors and windows closed, he still looked around carefully, and suddenly remembered something, the hand holding the sword loosened slightly, and suddenly the red light faded like a tide, and the room fell into darkness.

It was dark at night, and he listened intently, only the faint sound of whimpering in his ears.

Jiang Ming had never felt the ease and relief he had now, as if the stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and he would no longer have to worry about this demon sect being discovered in the future. He gently put the Qianchen Immortal Sword on the side of the bed, took off his clothes and got into the quilt.

At this moment, his excitement completely swept away the tiredness and sleepiness, and he couldn't sleep over and over, and he couldn't restrain himself from taking a deep look at the fairy sword next to him, with a hint of trembling in his tone, with a resoluteness, "I will definitely not let you down......"

Black clouds press the moon, and the heavens and the earth are solemn. In an ordinary house, there was a young man who was already asleep, with a slight smile on his lips. In the long night, I don't know how long it took, something suddenly flashed a faint red light in the hut, and then it was quickly wrapped in darkness and blended into the deep night......

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The mountain breeze is blowing, and it is thousands of miles away from the Central Plains.

At this time, the dawn of the day was broken, revealing the white of the fish's belly, and the outline of the mountains in the distance was hazy. Nearby, a small stream with nine turns of intestines, covered with a faint mist, like a woman's veil, drifted away with the tumultuous stream.

This place is sparsely populated, the vegetation is vigorous, and a young man with a fairy sword on his back doesn't know where to get out, gray-headed, slightly scattered hair is covered with a layer of white mist, it is Xu Weichen who wants to go to Lingyun Sword Pavilion.

He stretched his waist and walked slowly towards the stream, the water was crystal clear, reflecting his slightly tired face, he seemed to shake his head helplessly, and picked up a handful of cold water and threw it on his face.

"......." Xu Weichen grinned, he didn't expect the water to be so harsh, he suddenly lifted his spirits, and hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, but he had an approachable appearance with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He stood up and gently raised his arm to pick up the remaining droplets of water from his hair, and glanced westward, "Alas, it's almost there." ”

At this moment, a red light shone from the sky, shining down from the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spitting golden waterfalls, hitting his lonely back. Xu Weichen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go away with the sword, when suddenly there was a restless sound in the woods.

"Fluttering ......"

"Chirp...... Twitter......"

He looked up and saw flocks of birds rising in the air, flapping their wings and screaming. Looking at the black dots that were gradually disappearing in the boundless sky, Xu Weichen slowly pulled out the fairy sword and turned around suddenly......