"Did you really take a brick and shoot them to death?"

As soon as Lu Shen returned to the house, Mengyixiao's crisp voice sounded from outside the door.

The young man sat on the bamboo chair and said lazily: "I shoot, I didn't shoot to death." ”

The little girl asked curiously, "The point is the bricks! Why do you hide a brick in your arms?"

Lu Shen said righteously: "Self-defense." ”

Mengyixiao tilted her head, and said with a suspicious face: "Take a brick to defend yourself?"

Lu Shen said seriously: "Of course, the best thing in the world besides swords for self-defense is bricks. ”

Lu Shen didn't lie, many years ago, when his sword path was just starting out, he was once beaten by an old man with a brick to doubt his life.

"The sword path of the world is unparalleled, if there is really any way, stun him with a brick before he takes out the sword!"

Maybe the experience left behind was too profound, so even if it was a vicissitude, he still remembered it.

So on the way back from that section of the sword sea, he picked up a brick on the ground.

Mengyixiao's small eyes rolled, and she was a little puzzled why Lu Shen had to hide it when she was so powerful, because she had a reason to hide it, so he?

Lu Shen saw through her thoughts and said, "Because I'm afraid of trouble." ”

In a holy place like the Sword Pavilion, the more outstanding the performance, the higher the talent, the more eyes it attracts, and in its place is endless trouble.

And it just so happens that his current situation is very special, so he is very afraid of trouble.

Meng Yixiao suddenly jumped into Lu Shen's arms with a bear pounce, and then began to pat Lu Shen's clothes left and right.

Lu Shen asked, "What are you doing?"

Meng Yixiao said with a serious face: "I'm also afraid of trouble, so I'm looking for bricks." ”

Lu Shen sighed and said, "Something like a brick is only useful if it is unexpected, and since you already know it, it is naturally lost." ”

The ponytail girl jumped back to the ground with a disappointed expression.

Lu Shen looked at her and said, "It's time for you to get out of here." ”

Meng Yixiao had actually stepped into the mortal realm long before the trip to the North Pavilion, and the reason why she found a retreat was just because she was worried that her identity would be recognized by the elders of the Four Pavilions and Eight Peaks.

These days, even Lu Shen was a little surprised by Meng Yixiao's talent.

The little girl blinked her eyes and didn't speak, meaning then what should you do?

Lu Shen rubbed her little head and said, "I'm almost there, it won't be long." ”

Meng Yixiao suddenly let out a cheer, and then ran into the depths of the grove.

Lu Shen said, "What are you doing?"

The little girl said happily, "I'll go find my little brick first!"

.....

The second year of Luoyang Peak came as scheduled.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yixiao was the first to show the mortal realm, and then was taken away from Luoyang Peak.

Of course, this is still after she deliberately delayed it for almost a year.

Before leaving, the little girl reluctantly said goodbye to Lu Shen, looking pitiful step by step, Lu Shen didn't understand, she could see each other in the last two or three months, why put on such a look.

Taking a step back, even if it's gone, what's the matter?

In Lu Shen's heart, the avenue is in front, and the seven emotions and six desires are very unnecessary things, but when he saw the little girl's teary-eyed appearance, he suddenly felt ..... It's still kind of interesting.

So this time, he carefully recorded the appearance of this little girl in his heart.

.....

In the following days, a series of talented disciples such as Li Yihan, Han Shaobin, and Li Shi came to the Nine Realms of Qi Cultivation one after another, always ready to break through to the mortal world.

Lu Shen is always the most unfazed guy in the crowd.

It's time to sleep lazy, it's time to bask in the sun, and life hasn't changed in the slightest.

Every morning, when he came out of his bamboo hut, the disciples of Luoyang Peak all exercised the attention salute without exception.

There is no contempt and disdain in his eyes, but there is no worship, more awe and can't hide it... Blame.

But no matter what, he has become the focus of Luoyang Peak second only to Meng Yixiao.

Another day.

Lu Shen came to the top of the mountain at sunset, sat on the rattan chair and closed his eyes to recuperate, thinking that there was no dream in his ears, and the little girl's chirping was still a little unaccustomed.

The spring breeze is blowing, the young man's long hair is slightly fluttering, and his temperament is dusty.

The sound of fragmented footsteps and objects colliding with objects sounded all around.

The Sword Pavilion naturally wants to learn swordsmanship.

Since the realm of the disciples gradually improved, Jing Chang distributed wooden swords and taught everyone the most basic sword methods, paving the way for future trips to the sword shrine.

The top of the mountain is naturally the most suitable place for everyone to practice swords.

Lu Shen's wooden sword had been placed in a dusty corner along with the primer from the beginning, and it was estimated that it would never see the light of day.

The sun sets, and twilight falls.

The footsteps and commotion around him gradually dissipated, and only the sound of a wooden sword constantly swinging through the air rang out.

Lu Shen opened his eyes and glanced at them, then closed them again.

In the middle of the top of the mountain is a delicate and graceful girl, whose name is Lemon Puree, who cultivates weekdays, but unfortunately her qualifications are medium, and she is still practicing Qi in the Six Realms.

The sound of the wooden sword breaking through the air continued until late at night, and then gradually faded away.

Lu woke up in a daze, felt the ticking sound of raindrops like soybeans hitting his face, and sighed.

The spring rain is silent, it comes and goes.

Lu Shen thought that he would sleep less on the top of the mountain in the future, not to mention the noise, and he couldn't go down the mountain in the rain every day.

The boy stood up and found an umbrella leaning next to the bamboo chair, turquoise, which looked more like it was carried by a woman.

Lu Shen thought for a while and didn't speak, opened his umbrella, and slowly went down the mountain with a bamboo chair.

On the second day, Lu Shen came to the top of the mountain, put the umbrella next to the bamboo chair and began to sleep.

The weather is nice today and it doesn't look like it's going to rain.

The delicate girl ran over and stopped talking, her face a little ruddy.

Lu Shen closed his eyes and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

After the girl took the umbrella back, she began a new round of sword training.

It seems that she is indeed very diligent, and she still practices until late at night, although in Lu Shen's opinion, the swordsmanship skills have not changed at all, and she is just doing fearless hard work.

Sometimes after practicing for a long time, sometimes you can even faintly hear the girl's small sobs.

The night after this went on for half a month.

Lu Shen spoke for the first time when the girl was practicing swords.

"You can use a little more force to get out of the sword. ”

Ling Rongrong looked at Lu Shen's side, stunned, and then suddenly woke up and nodded again and again.

"It takes luck to use the sword, and to transport the spiritual power of the whole body to the right hand. ”

"Wrong, the wrong way to draw the sword. ”

"The breath is out of order. ”

"Too slow, quick. ”

"Wrong again, do it all over again. ”

The young man's tone was indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, but the girl's face became more and more blushing when she heard these words, thinking that her swordsmanship was so unbearable in the eyes of the other party, she almost cried out.

But for some reason, lemon paste still subconsciously gritted her teeth and insisted.

Because she had a feeling that if she gave up or complained at this time, the latter really wouldn't say a word more.

In just three days.

From the beginning of the chaotic situation, Lemon Puree's swordsmanship has faintly had a thunderous posture, whistling and making great progress, as if it was a godless skeleton with soul intent.

But despite this, Lu Shen was still a little dissatisfied with the girl's kendo progress, thinking that the woman was still too stupid to use the sword.

But when Lemon Paste clearly noticed the change in her sword, she was ecstatic, and her eyes looked at Lu Shen more and more respectfully.

Jing Chang Zhenren once also guided his cultivation, although the way was clear, but she always felt that there was something wrong with Lu Shen.

The teenager always seems to be able to identify the problem and then solve it in the simplest and most straightforward way.

Could it be that Lu Shen's kendo understanding is higher than Jing Chang's real person?

Thinking of this, Lemon Paste suddenly laughed at herself.

"How is that possible?"