Time flies, the sun and the moon shuttle.

Four years have passed, and Qin Xiuzi's departure has not changed much in Zhujiantang and the deserted Zhushan.

However, under the leadership of his uncle Xuan Qingzi, the people of Zhujian Hall also said that they had changed their previous habit of providing help to other sects and fighting against fierce beasts with great fanfare, and they could rest and recuperate in their own jurisdiction with peace of mind.

For Xuan Qingzi, the crusade against the fierce beast is important, but the survival of the Bamboo Sword Hall is equally important.

In the few years that he was in charge of the Bamboo Sword Hall, the most Xuan Qingzi did every day was to go down the mountain to find a foundation suitable for cultivating immortals, and in four years, he accepted several disciples.

It's just that most of the apprentices he received can only be regarded as the lowest level, and they have all passed the best age of cultivators, even if they cultivate the Immortal Dao, they can only be in a position that is not up or down in this life, and it is difficult to break through the limit of heaven and earth longevity as an outer disciple.

In the early morning of this day, the sun was rising, and it was full of life and peace.

In the depths of the quiet bamboo forest, the stream is murmuring, and in the green bushes of different shades, I saw a person wearing a moon-white robe, leaf pattern cloud sleeves, making a trick with one hand, offering an emerald green bamboo sword, starting from the bottom up in the sword style, and dancing with the sword.

In an instant, the sword qi was volleyed, and the momentum was like a bamboo!

This bamboo sword is in his hand, and there are dozens of changes, once deduced, the changes are extremely complicated.

The sword move stopped abruptly, and the new bamboo in the forest fell one after another, and the bamboo leaves flew all over the sky.

He stood sideways, his body was as long as bamboo shoots breaking mud, his jade face contained the sun and the moon, and he was as wet as a spring willow, and his eyebrows showed a hint of maturity.

On the back of the sword, I saw that there was some loneliness in the calmness, and the brilliance was burning, but it did not give people pressure, but the deep eyes were like an abyss, surrounded by mist, and there was a faint sadness hidden.

Suddenly, a blue-green light rushed from the west, fast and surging, and pointed directly at the top of the man's head.

In the face of a sudden attack, if you want to change people, even if you will not be powerless, you will inevitably be in chaos in this surprise attack.

However, the young man seemed to have already eaten through the attack of the comer, and just evoked a faint smile.

With two sword sounds, six cuts were made in the light-colored and reddish shirt worn by the sneak attacker, each of which was more than half a foot long.

If the blade of the sword is deeper, it will be a blood-spattered bamboo forest.

"Stop, Stop, Stop——!"

"No fight, no fight!"

"Mu Chen!"

"You bastard boy, when you play with the sword, you are neither light nor heavy, and you almost scratched my handsome face!"

The screaming sound sounded, and Mu Chen pinched it with his right hand, stopped the bamboo sword, and took the bamboo sword back into the Qiankun bag.

In front of him was a tall, sassy man in a bright red shirt.

Four years have passed, Fu Yi has also grown from a naughty boy to a personable immortal cultivator, with a dark dragon and phoenix pattern belt tied around his waist, long hair like clouds and ink tied to the Taoist crown, and a pair of phoenix eyes are loose.

He grew very fast, a few points taller than Mu Chen, if he stood there without saying a word, others would also praise him for being calm and calm, and the jade tree was in the wind.

It's just that as soon as he opened his mouth, he regained his lazy and laipi temperament.

"Hey, I said Little Ancestor, when you see your Senior Brother Fu coming, why can't you even say hello, you are really becoming more and more rude. ”

Fu Yi walked into the bamboo pavilion talking to himself, and his words were all dissatisfied with Mu Chen.

Mu Chen was used to his attitude, and he also returned to the bamboo pavilion and sat cross-legged on the round pu, his face full of smiles.

"Why, Senior Brother Talker, have the three spirit orchards in the back mountain been watered?"

"Lingzun, have you taken care of everything?"

"Bamboo Sword Thirty-second Style Practice?"

"Or are you done with your monastic work today?"

Faced with several questions that followed, Fu Yi squirted out a mouthful of cold water.

"Mu Chen!"

"You're really uncomfortable for me early in the morning, Lingzun hasn't been on the mountain recently!"

"Alas, it seems that you haven't done a good thing, so you dare to run to me to be lazy, and I'm not afraid that Uncle Shi will punish you for picking dung?"

Mu Chen smiled and picked up the teacup, shook his head, and there was a smile in his words.

In the past four years, he has practiced diligently, and finally stepped into the realm of refining and refining qi, and the speed of progress is beyond Fu Yi's reach.

But there are only sixteen years left before the twenty-year covenant with Qin Xiuzi, and I don't know how long it will take to hit the next realm.

It's just that time probably doesn't matter to Fu Yi.

He has always been so-so about his cultivation, and Xuan Qingzi also hates him because iron is not steel, as long as Xuan Qingzi finds out that Fu Yi is lazy, he will punish him severely.

Fu Yi didn't care, he leaned over to Mu Chen with a hippie smile and took out a few pieces of snacks from his arms.

"Senior brother, you see that I bought it when I went down the mountain to hunt demon beasts a few days ago, come and taste it, Bayi Yue remembers the craftsmanship, a hundred years old shop!"

"My generation of cultivators asked, we should abandon the mundane as soon as possible, drink mountain springs, and eat spiritual fruits, so that we can get the Great Dao and escape into the Xuanmen as soon as possible. ”

Mu Chen was unmoved, he had never understood Fu Yi's desire for words, just as he couldn't understand what Xuan Qingzi said about Fu Yi's fireworks.

Fu Yi saw that Mu Chen was not interested in pastries, so he changed the topic again.

"By the way, junior brother, didn't you already enter the Great Perfection realm of refining and refining qi, why didn't Uncle Shi let you go down the mountain to find materials for refining the immortal sword?"

"Did he forget about this, do you want me to talk to my uncle?"

Hearing Fu Yi mention the matter of immortal weapons, Mu Chen's face finally rippled.

After all, if the elders of the sect allow the juniors to have their own immortal weapons, it means that the elders recognize the juniors' ability and character, and it is also evidence that the monks are in charge.

But after Qin Xiuzi left, his junior brother Xuan Qingzi's attitude towards Mu Chen was very different from his senior brother, no matter whether Mu Chen made a mistake or not, as long as Xuan Qingzi saw Mu Chen's figure within his line of sight, he would definitely reprimand him or sneer at him.

In fact, Mu Chen understood why Xuan Qingzi had a grudge against himself, if it weren't for himself, Qin Xiuzi might not be so anxious to deal with the drought.

Not everyone is like Fu Yi, although he knows that the old man's departure from the mountain is related to Mu Chen, he can still get along with him calmly.

Of course, Mu Chen also hoped that he could go down the mountain as soon as possible, find the heaven and earth treasures that were transformed by the aura convergence, and refine his own immortal weapon, after all, although the bamboo sword was barely an immortal weapon, it was the lowest public immortal weapon.

Not to mention the side land, the refining material of the bamboo sword is just the spiritual bamboo that has grown on this bamboo mountain for many years, although absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become harder, but it is only just enough to be able to be refined by the innate true fire.

Not to mention that the disciples of the Bamboo Sword Hall were all sent down the mountain by the master to find the material refining tools that were related to them not long after entering the stage of refining and refining qi.

Mu Chen waited for four years, and only used a bamboo sword, which was really inappropriate.

But he is not noisy or noisy, I have to say that the cynical teenager back then has indeed made great progress.