In the inn.

The brush in Song Wenting's hand gradually stopped, and the orchid on the rice paper could hardly be called lifelike, as if it was growing on this paper, which was extremely wonderful.

His peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, looking at the paintings on the paper carefully, the smile on the corner of his mouth, coupled with his feminine and handsome face, looked extremely charming.

Slowly lowering the brush in his hand, his slender fingers landed on the orchid, and his fingertips slid lightly.

As if a trick, the orchid on the rice paper disappeared out of thin air. And in his hand, there is an orchid with a rich fragrance.

He bowed his head slightly, the tip of his nose pressed against the petals, and took a deep breath.

"Scent, excellent"

Suya's voice rang out.

"The little master's painting skills are becoming more and more superb"

A low, dry voice came from behind him.

At some point, an old man in a black robe was already standing behind him silently.

As if he hadn't heard, Song Wenting gently put down the orchid and placed it on the rice paper.

The moment it touched the paper, the flower body seemed to melt and slowly disappeared in front of me.

Then, there was an orchid on the white rice paper, and the color looked like it was a little more gorgeous in the cold.

"Send Back"

"Yes"

The old man answered, and walked slowly out the door. Behind him, Lin Zhi, who had fainted, slowly floated into the air, followed the figure of the old man, and quietly floated forward.

"Demon Suppression, Interesting"

Song Yuting looked out of the bamboo window, dressed in purple, with long hair fluttering, not knowing what he was thinking.

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In the room.

Su Yan only felt that in the haze, a gentle power flowed into his body like warm water, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, which was extremely comfortable.

When I opened my eyes, the pale yellow candlelight enveloped the room, and the purple curtain fluttered slowly. The cool evening breeze came in from the window, gently brushing the cheeks with a slight itch.

looked to the side, his body was lying on the bed, Ouyang Xuan'er was dressed in a green shirt, sitting at the head of the bed, looking at him quietly with beautiful eyes.

Seeing that Su Yan woke up, she opened her teeth lightly and asked softly:

"Better?"

Su Yan nodded, his gaze fell on the index finger of his right hand, the ghost pattern had already submerged in his body, but he could feel a powerful force hidden in it.

Then I couldn't help but sigh, I didn't stop for a day, and I was in a hurry to practice just now, and I almost had a big problem, if it wasn't for the miraculous effect of the critical time of the exercises, I might not be able to hold on.

Thinking of the pain in his heart, he felt palpitations, this feeling, normal people just imagined, it may be very difficult, he actually survived.

Then she looked at the stunning face in front of her, her eyes were completely devoid of the coldness they had before, more like a soft cotton softness, and she looked at Su Yan in a daze at the moment.

"What are you thinking?"

Su Yan couldn't help but reach out and pinch her pretty cheeks, the touch was as delicate and smooth as nephrite, and she retracted her hand and put it on the tip of her nose to smell it, and she could vaguely smell a faint fragrance.

Ouyang Xuan'er was still stunned, but she didn't expect that Su Yan had already stretched out her hand to her face, not only pinched it, but also put it back in front of her nose and sniffed it.

Then above the snow-white neck, a gorgeous red glow suddenly appeared, and it suddenly climbed to the ear.

Looking at her shyness, Su Yan felt as if she had been drilled into something, and she only felt that her heart was rippling again.

"You, you, don't touch it"

She said in a panic, her eyes dodging Su Yan in front of her.

Su Yan couldn't help laughing, Ouyang Xuan'er seemed to show this moving appearance only in front of him.

Then he took out the scroll from his bosom, and said to her with a smile:

"Do you want to know the mystery of this scroll?"

She couldn't help but glance at it, and said softly:

"You say"

"The end of this scroll is printed with a very small pattern, arranged in the method of the twelve roads of the week."

"The formation of the Heavenly Xuan Sect?"

"Tianxuan Sect?"

"It was the first sect in Langya a long time ago, and it was recorded in the book of Lingfu that everyone in the sect was good at Zhou Tian thaumaturgy."

"This is what my master taught me"

"Your master seems to be a bit extraordinary"

"Uh-huh"

Su Yan replied casually, but he remembered the old way in his heart.

For as long as I can remember, I have been living on the mountain.

In addition to teaching Su Yan to breathe and breathe, and recite scriptures. I also like to talk about some mortal experiences and heroic deeds.

Su Yan was particularly interested in these things, and every time he heard that there was a chivalrous man saving people in fire and water, he became more and more fascinated.

Once the old Taoist was drunk, and when he talked about the words of dynasty, sect, etc., he seemed to be in the middle of it, and his words were excited, and his eyebrows danced.

But soon his eyes dimmed, and he spoke of resistance, not afraid of such incomprehensible words.

When he solemnly asked Lao Dao for the first time where he was from, Su Yan was seven years old at the time. Lao Dao pointed to the bottom of the mountain and sighed.

Su Yan still remembered and asked him if he came down from the mountain.

Lao Dao shook his head and said that he would find the answer himself.

He immediately took out six piercing jade and started his path of cultivation.

Whether it's cumbersome formations, talismans, imperial weapons, or day-to-day meditation and gathering.

It was also mixed with cold storms and rains, and he had a splitting headache, but Su Yan persevered.

He is not a naughty child in his heart, on the contrary, in fact, a long time ago, he found that his heart was different from ordinary people. It's just that, in front of Lao Dao, he just wants to be a child.

But the longer the time passed, the more his curiosity about the outside world and his doubts about his own life experience made it more difficult for him to calm down.

Lao Dao seemed to notice it, and finally, this time let him go down the mountain.

It turns out that this world is really as the old Tao says, bizarre, but full of fun.

He couldn't help but laugh.

He knows very well in his heart that Lao Dao knows his life experience, but he also knows that Lao Dao is only for his good.

Half of what he said to Ouyang Xuan'er before was what he thought in his heart, that is, talent and strength.

Because, in every story of Lao Dao, there is no weakling.

There is no joke in the world about the weak saving people, this is the truth he realized.

What kind of life experience, demon suppression, and mission, for him, it's just that his strength is too weak.

It was painful to engrave the ghost pattern, but he never regretted it.

Because when he was seven years old, he made a vow in his heart.

Become stronger, so strong that no one can look at you directly, and no one can stop you from taking a step.

Maybe even Lao Dao didn't expect that the child next to him, at some point, had a desire to become stronger like a demon seed, deeply rooted in his heart.

Ouyang Xuan'er looked at him and sat quietly, a ripple flashing in his beautiful eyes.

Softly said:

"There are some things that I have to tell you"

Su Yan came back to his senses, looked at her and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"The Lin Zhi you injured today is the son of the Lin family, one of the three major families in Tianluan City."

"So what"

"The Lin family is powerful, I'm worried about you"

Ouyang Xuan'er's voice paused, her beautiful eyes looked at Su Yan, and she was speechless.

"Have you ever heard the story of a knight?"

Su Yan said suddenly.

Ouyang Xuan'er nodded.

"Do you think I'm a chivalrous man?"

She was stunned for a moment, nodded, shook her head again, looked at him and said:

"You are a Taoist priest, you don't need to be a chivalrous person"

"Then if I'm not a Taoist, can I be a chivalrous guest?"

"Can't"

After listening, Su Yan suddenly laughed, stared into her eyes and said:

"It's just that I'm too weak"

Ouyang Xuan'er lowered her head and did not answer.

"I've been cultivating the Tao for so many years, and I found that weak characters are the most pitiful"

"Su Yan...."She suddenly raised her head, and the little Taoist priest in front of her seemed to have suddenly become unfamiliar.

"Do you think I'm being cruel?"

Su Yan looked at her.

She nodded.

"What do you think will happen if I'm weaker than Lin Zhi tonight?"

Ouyang Xuan'er was silent.

"It's ridiculous in this world, people love to hear good deeds, but they hold blood-stained swords in their hands"

Su Yan looked out the window, a silver moon was like a hook, just a star, a little dim.

"It would be nice to be stronger"

He muttered to himself.

The wind outside the window stopped, and the flying purple mantle was quiet.