After passing the door rules, Jiumu was really relieved.

It took a month to memorize a door rule and barely pass the level, and then learn spiritual power spells, I don't know what kind of scene it is?

In the orchid room, Jiumu pondered, the senior brothers in the back mountains are all equipped with unique skills, the senior brother controls everything with a frost flute, the second senior brother is good at resisting water, and it is not a problem to turn over the river and the sea, the fire of the third senior sister can dissolve iron and copper, the spells of the fourth senior brother and the fifth senior brother are ever-changing, the sixth senior brother's Yulan spear is murderous, and the Xuanguang technique of the peerless senior brother, the blue light appears like a thousand swords.

The little uncle, not to mention, although he had never seen his spells with his own eyes, he faintly learned from the mouths of other senior brothers that the little uncle's Dongliu sword practice was superb, and the Huanyue yarn was even more perfect.

Think about yourself again, the spiritual power is not high, the illusion taught by Daddy is a little bit of a star, and the inner red flute that Auntie left for herself, but she has no ability to play it to the extreme, and the basic lessons taught by her uncles will only be a skin, and in front of her senior brother, she is really an incompetent junior who is not worth mentioning.

The so-called writing is not enough, and the martial arts are not enough.

It seems to be talking about yourself.

Now I am like a blank piece of paper, I don't know what kind of pen to match, how to draw to draw my own style?

And Uncle Xiao, the substitute teacher, is undoubtedly like the person who holds the pen, deciding to guide his future path. Who knows, how will Uncle Xiao arrange his own courses next?

Thinking of this, Jiumu couldn't sit still, and wanted to go to the elegant room to ask clearly, as soon as he got out of the door of the orchid room, he happened to see the little uncle sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, wiping his Dongliu sword, it was better to hit the day than to choose the day, Jiumu walked forward quickly and asked the little uncle, "Uncle Xiao, Xiao Jiu can't help but ask you for advice, what should I learn next?"

Bing Ruohan held a white cotton scarf in his hand, gently slid over the sword, and said while wiping, "I'll know in a few days." ”

Jiumu was puzzled, "Why do you want to learn in a few days?"

Bing Ruohan: "Not tomorrow"

Kuki: Why?

Bing Ruohan: "Tomorrow's wind and sunshine are beautiful, and it is not easy to learn."

Jiu Mu frowned, "The wind and the sun are not easy to learn?

The wind and the sun are beautiful, the immortals are easy to travel to the mountains to play, play chess, drink tea, drink and talk, and mortals are easy to wash and dry the quilt, plant flowers and grass, and walk horses and teasing the birds. Isn't it just right to learn everything like this?

Uncle Xiao's strangeness was really incomprehensible, so he asked again, "Uncle Xiao, if the wind and sun are not suitable, when is it appropriate? Could it be that there is thunder and rain, and the clouds disappear and the wind rises?"

Speaking of the word "wind rising", Jiumu's nerves are tense like a string that is about to break, she thinks that she is not afraid of the sky since she was a child, she is not afraid of the earth, and she is most afraid of the windy weather.

So every time the wind rises, she always hides in her Yunxiang cave and does not dare to come out, and later, Daddy found a silk cloak for himself from the far Arctic land, with this silk cloak added, the usual breeze, breeze, and even gusts of wind, but you can change gears one or two If you encounter the wind in the baptism of red dust when you go down and down, it is difficult to support it alone, and you are powerless.

Bing Ruohan just lowered his head and wiped his sword, and replied lightly without raising his head, "I'll know when the time comes." ”

"You'll know then?" "Heh, this little uncle will still sell Guanzi."

Jiumu was a little disappointed, but looking at the appearance of the deputy commander of Uncle Xiao, the next course should be arranged for himself, so it is okay to save himself from worrying.

In the early morning of this day, the morning light did not appear, the wind rose slightly, and the sky was a little gloomy.

Outside the orchid room, a knock on the door woke Jiu Mu up.

He got up in his clothes, squinted his half-awake eyes and opened the door, and saw in a daze that the little uncle was dressed in white clothes, holding a Dongliu sword, standing at the door properly.

Uncle Xiao had never appeared at the door of the Lan Room at such an early morning, Jiu Mu couldn't help but be a little strange, scratching his unkempt hair with one hand and greeting lazily with the other, "Uncle Xiao, it's so early."

Bing Ruohan looked at the sky, and the east wind was blowing, so he said, "It's not early, let's go."

"Let's go, Uncle Junior, where are we going?" Jiu Mu also looked at the sky along his line of sight, it was windy today, and the weather was dark, so it was not suitable to go out.

Bing Ruohan said, "You'll know when you go."

Now this little uncle, I don't know when, his speech also has a bit of mystery, looking at him as if he has to take himself there, Jiumu is a little embarrassed, and looks at the sky again, a little heavy, a little dark, the breeze undulates and the thin clouds are stringed.

Jiumu felt the unfriendliness of the wind, and stood at the door of the orchid room with a shiver when he heard the wind, and he was already half awake from sleep.

Looking back again, this young man who stood in front of him early in the morning was so vibrant, white to spotless, clean to refreshing, like the rain and dew in the early morning, like the lone star in the night sky is proud and shining.

Jiu Mu's eyes flashed at this snow white, looked down at his messy appearance, his hair was messy, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Xiao, you wait for me, I'll come out after a little tidying up." ”

Bing Ruohan immediately stopped her, "No need, it's too much to sort it out." ”

What does it mean? Jiu Mu couldn't figure out the thoughts of this little uncle, so he said, "I'm in this mess now, how can I see people if I don't tidy up?"

Clinker, Bing Ruohan pulled her out of the orchid room with one hand, "Let's go, it's too late, it's too late." ”

"Hey, little uncle, why are you like this again?" remembered that last time, he also caught himself in the quiet pool without saying a word to remove any filth, and this time it was like this, not only making people think, does this little uncle have this quirk of grabbing people.

Jiumu had experience this time, and in order to protect his soft neck from him, he carried it and stopped struggling.

This hollow wind is stronger than that of flat ground, but fortunately, Jiumu carries this silk cloak with him, and he can finally resist these winds and grass.

Looking down on this Zixia Mountain from this hollow angle, the lofty mountains and mountains are stacked on top of each other, there are countless large and small peaks, the seats are all like a unique shape, the shape of the horse is the Junma Ridge, the shape of the lion, also known as the lion's roar ridge, the huge wave that rises up, is the wave peak, the mountains and mountains are connected, the peaks and peaks are opposite.

What a majestic Zixia Mountain

Although the sky is not beautiful, gloomy and gray, but in this gloomy and misty, there is a different taste with the scenery all the way.

This little uncle carried himself all the way east, but the further east he went, the stronger the wind became, and Jiumu wrapped and wrapped the silk cloak from time to time.