In the depths of the cave, there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan, and the crisp sound of a vigorous collision.

Qin Yi faced Li Qingjun's gun with his bare hands, and the two had practiced a hundred moves.

The spear rushed in, Qin Yi pushed his palm sideways, and the tip of the spear brushed diagonally against his side, and then arched his shoulders and pushed it over.

Li Qingjun pushed him on the shoulder with one palm, but he couldn't bear the strength and was arched back. But at the same time, there was already a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

It seems that a divine soul has become a sword, shooting straight out.

Qin Yi's soul turned into the sea, and the sword went straight in, splashing the soul sea for a while, but it disappeared after all.

Both of them turned slightly pale.

Qin Yi was really amazed at Li Qingjun's creation - the body and divine soul system of martial arts cultivation have always been very biased, and the cultivation of the fifth layer of forging bones can be six or seven layers higher than Tengyun's energy intensity compared to Tengyun, but the strength of the divine soul is at most two or three layers of Tengyun, so he can often fight beyond the level, and he is often played to death in some aspects. In order to solve this problem, Penglai Sword Pavilion deliberately came up with a sword seal inheritance, but this is a foreign object after all, not its own cultivation.

But being so forcibly poured by a female ghost, Li Qingjun's divine soul at least has the strength of the peak of Dao cultivation, but it is her most hidden killer weapon.

Her own soul forging system for cultivating the ninth chapter of the Origin of Chaos is actually on par with her.

It is foreseeable that for a long time, Li Qingjun's divine soul will be stronger than the actual cultivation, after all, the female ghost's divine soul is close to Qianyuan, and Li Qingjun is likely to be able to go all the way to Qianyuan in this system, and his physical cultivation may not be able to keep up.

"Speaking of which, don't touch your Soul Destroying Sword if we practice at home, it's very dangerous. Qin Yi rubbed his head and complained a little.

Li Qingjun whispered apologetically: "I'm not in control very well now, I wouldn't have been so aggressive." ”

"So you want to practice more with me, don't you?"

"Uh......"

Qin Yi hooked his hand and said with a smile: "Come again!"

Li Qingjun's expression was slightly disgusted: "So careless, be careful that it really stabs you!"

"Poke. ”

"Look at the guns!"

The gun started again, but it had softened by three points.

Qin Yi grabbed the handle of the gun sideways, dragged Li Qingjun into his arms, and then took a few steps forward, pushing all the way to the edge of the cave wall.

Li Qingjun leaned against the wall and looked up at him.

Qin Yi slowly stroked her right hand with one hand, took off the gun and still on the side, bowed his head and kissed.

Li Qingjun closed his eyes.

This kind of "sparring" has been going on for several days, and it has become like this at the end of every day......

She gently pressed Qin Yi's hand to untie her belt, and whispered, "Senior sister is still there......"

"She's painting a hundred flowers in the elixir garden, not so fast. ”

"That'...... Hurry up. ”

"It's going to be hard...... Look at the guns!"

"Hmm......" Li Qingjun turned around, reached out against the wall, and bit his lower lip tightly.

The bitter and bitter death practice has never been Qin Yi's wish, if it is a general situation, this will make both sides obsessed with that, and it can teach both sides to dry their bone marrow, not to mention any practice. Fortunately, the dual cultivation is prepared for this, and not only does they not drag down their cultivation, but they can benefit each other in the long run.

As long as it doesn't go on and on.

When it is time to meditate, to practice and practice, and when it is time to be in harmony with yin and yang, there is nothing to be pretentious.

When it is time to play the piano and enjoy the flowers and sing the wind and the moon, it is also from the clear mind.

This is the practice.

The seclusion cultivation in Qin Yi's mind is like this. If he can follow such a template, let alone a few years, he will be happy to stay for thousands of years.

Compared to the house, who is afraid of whom......

............

"Flowing Water Qingyin" gently echoed in the cave, and on the edge of the waterhole, Ju Yunxiu set up a pavilion and was playing the piano.

Since the secluded island was bumped into by Li Qingjun and Qin Yi, Ju Yunxiu has also fallen into a long-term struggle and escape expedition, and it has not been such a comfortable day for a long time.

What she likes is also such tranquility, or taking a child to travel all over the world and see the scenery of the world freely, in order to realize the Taoist heart, which is not suitable for falling into battle.

Now that she has finally returned to this realm, her heart is more comfortable and relaxed than Qin Yi and Li Qingjun.

It seems that his cultivation is not as hard as Li Qingjun's, and he is stroking the qin, painting, reading, and sleeping when he has nothing to do. In fact, this is her practice, and in this regard, she and Qin Yi have always had a common language.

It's for bosom friends.

A strand of flute notes mingles in the sound of the piano, and then entangles and surrounds, harmonizing and indistinguishing each other, turning the monotonous solo into a chorus symphony.

Ju Yunxiu raised his head, Qin Yi leaned against the entrance of the cave, leaning on the flute.

The two looked at each other for a while, and both smiled.

If you talk about "love", the love between the two of them may not be as strong as Qingjun, but this kind of heart that commits literary and youthful illness together and is always accompanied by bosom friends is the biggest special between the two.

This is the true couple.

In the more utilitarian immortal family, this state of mind that should be normal is really not much.

Even in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, there are not many...... Most of the people in the fairy palace are "too vulgar", and Ju Yunxiu's awkward petty bourgeoisie is really hard to find.

After playing a song, Ju Yunxiu pressed the strings with his hand, and said with a smile: "Have you finished practicing with your princess?"

The word "sparring" bites very hard, and the irony in it is thick in the sky. Qin Yi's face was already so thick that he didn't know how to be embarrassed, and he came over with two dry coughs and sat side by side with her.

In addition to the guqin on the stone table, there is also a picture scroll, on which are painted with a hundred flowers and clear tea, a hundred flowers bloom brightly, and the clear tea is simple and cute, vivid. Qin Yi smiled: "Looking at my sister's paintings, I always feel that there is another tea coming out of it." ”

"This is a practice of painting, and it is not infused with a soul. Ju Yunxiu glanced at him: "I think you want a lot of tea." ”

"No, no, one is enough. Qin Yi put his hand around her waist as he spoke.

Ju Yunxiu didn't earn either, and turned his head to look at his side face: "You haven't practiced painting for a long time." Do you want to give up?"

Qin Yi said: "I still have the interest, but now I choose to become utilitarian, and I know that I won't achieve anything in painting in the short term, so I won't spend my time here." What can be moved can only be things that are favorable to the war situation. ”

"Although I know that you are under a lot of pressure and need to be utilitarian, your state of mind has calmed down, and it is beneficial for your practice. Ju Yunxiu said: "From the very beginning, what you learn to paint is not their combat power, but to send love to the landscape and cleanse the soul. The same is true now, when you pick it up again, you should not abandon it. ”

Qin Yi stood up and saluted: "Senior sister is right." ”

Ju Yunxiu smiled: "Will it make you split?"

Qin Yi smiled: "How can it be so easy...... People themselves are complex, and if you have a temperament label, it is not Qin Yi, but the person in the painting. ”

Ju Yunxiu thought thoughtfully: "If the people in my paintings can be so complex and diverse, it will be a great achievement." ”

Qin Yi spread out an empty piece of drawing paper and said with a smile: "Senior sister taught me?"

The two were close to each other, Qin Yi picked up the pen to paint, and Ju Yunxiu pointed lightly with his hand and pointed softly.

The fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, the slang flutters lightly in the ears, and the red sleeves add fragrance, and you are at ease.

Qin Yi was relaxed and happy, and he consciously improved his painting a few points.

He painted the cave here, with a rugged cave wall, clear water and clear pool. The spirit flowers and green grass, the breeze is coming.

Ju Yunxiu was also very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Is there a poem?"

Through questioning, he quietly moved away a little.

After being next to each other for so long, I feel a little embarrassed...... I really don't know how Qin Yi can draw well.

Qin Yi turned his head to look at her faintly flushed face, and said with a smile: "There are words, true Taoist words." ”

Ju Yunxiu became curious: "Oh? ”

Qin Yi waved his pen and walked the dragon and snake: "The cave is full of spring, and the chaotic mountains show thousands of piles of brocade." The clouds are raining, the dawn is clear and the smoke is light, and the blue sky is horizontal. Lying high and Yiyi, suddenly opened his arms, and forgot to sleep. ”

"......" Ju Yunxiu's expression became redder and redder when he saw it, and he said angrily: "Are you sure you are writing about this Immortal Spirit Cave Heaven?"

"Why not? I didn't write it, it was written by a Taoist named Changchun Zhenren. ”

"No matter what kind of Taoist you are, it tastes strange from your pen!"

"It's not pure, senior sister. Qin Yi blinked, put down the brush and whispered: "What kind of clouds and rain did you think of?"

Ju Yunxiu leaned back, Qin Yi continued to press up, and unconsciously lay down on the edge of the pool, turning into a neck on the edge of the pool, relieving his confusion and forgetting to sleep.