The clouds and mist in front of him dissipated, revealing a handsome and handsome man's face, a neat navy blue robe swaying in the wind, looking ethereal and unusual. The person in front is Kunlun Dongyang Peak, the first big disciple of the Dao Shen Zhenren Sect, known as Wang Qinxuan, who is known as the "first handsome sword in Qionghua".

Looking at the little niece who was rushing over, Wang Qinxuan's face couldn't help but show a smile. He and Lan Ruyin's mother, Wang Luoxi, are brothers and sisters who studied art together on Dongyang Peak in the past, and they have grown up together since childhood, and they have known each other for many years.

The scenery of Dongyang Peak is beautiful, even if Wang Luoxi married a woman and moved to the main peak with Lanqinmu, he still has a very heavy love for his hometown. Every three or five days, I have to take my daughter, go back to the hometown of Dongyang Peak, visit the master, and stay for a few days.

As the daughter of her former junior sister, Wang Qinxuan naturally loves Lan Ruyin very much. Every time I go down the mountain, I have to bring her a few pieces of jewelry that my daughter's family likes. Over time, Lan Ruyin also developed a deep attachment to this handsome and polite uncle.

No, I met by chance on the stone steps. Wang Qinxuan took out a splendid jade box from his arms and slowly handed it to Lan Ruyin, who was looking forward to it in front of him.

Listening to a soft cry of "wow", a burst of pale red light appeared in Lan Ruyin's hand, which was extremely dazzling, and the box contained a crystal ruby the size of a pigeon's egg.

Dazzling, gorgeous and abnormal, Rao is a well-informed blue qin wood can't help but look sideways, not to mention the blue of the girl's heart, when even if you hold it in the palm of your hand, play with it, and make a short contact, you can't put it down.

Li Canglan looked at the crystal red gem in his senior sister's hand, and a faint sense of familiarity passed through his heart, but for a while, he couldn't recall that he was such a mountain hairy boy, where had he seen such a rare and rare thing, could it be in a dream? Li Canglan laughed at himself.

The body of the Bilang Sword on his back trembled lightly without wind, as if he was suppressing boundless anger, and Li Canglan didn't notice the strangeness of the sword body when he was thinking about it.

"Senior Brother Qin Xuan's generous gift, how can the little girl bear it for no reason?" Lan Qinmu made a color towards his daughter: "Ruyin, quickly return the jewel to Uncle Qin Xuan." ”

Lan Ruyin has long been fascinated by this brilliant jewel, and she is willing to return it if she gets it, but her father has always been majestic in his heart. Although he was unwilling and unwilling, he had to obediently hand the orb back to Wang Qinxuan.

Where will Wang Qinxuan pick up, and laughed loudly: "Senior Brother Lan, don't make fun of me as a junior brother." What kind of precious thing is this, just take the eyes of the demon dragon from the world, and call the decorative things polished by skilled craftsmen, which are more than good-looking, but they can't afford the word generous gifts. ”

Lan Qinmu looked surprised, and then turned to surprise: "Isn't it that the born demon dragon in Mobei was killed by you, junior brother? That can really be called a good thing and a merit!"

Rao is Wang Qin Xuancheng Mansion is quite deep, and when he heard the congratulatory words of the always steady senior brother, he couldn't help but show his face. Before a sentence of "ashamed" could be spoken, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Li Canglan standing behind Lan Qinmu, and his heart suddenly sank, and his shock was no less than hitting a ghost in the daytime.

The previous sentence of Lan Qinmu "A good deed, a merit" sounded like a spicy sarcasm at this moment, and Liu Lingyu's resolute expression when he killed himself with a horizontal sword that day clearly appeared in front of him. Thinking of his senior brother's jealous and hateful personality in the past, Wang Qinxuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Thousands of calculations swept through Wang Qinxuan's heart, if he turned his face on the spot and fought head-on, he would never be the opponent of his senior brother. Lanqin Mu is a high-level cultivator and has sufficient practical experience, and he is the only second-generation disciple in the Qionghua Sect who has broken through the Jiedan Realm, and he is also a popular candidate for the future head of the sect.

He retreated to the second, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and launched a sneak attack, relying only on his Kunlun Xuandao to break the fourth foundation building realm, against the Lanqin Mu who had cultivated to the fifth stage of the Dan period. Although there is only one difference in the exercises, the difference in strength is like a world of difference.

You can sense nature and know the changes in heaven and earth, which is a qualitative difference. I was unprepared and rashly attacked, I was afraid that it would be easily resolved.

After thinking about it a lot, Wang Qinxuan suddenly found out helplessly that he couldn't even get out of the situation when he was approached by Lan Qinmu, and he really fell into the situation of nine deaths and one life.

"Uncle Shi, why did you sweat so much all at once?" Lan Ruyin gently lifted the hem of her sleeve to wipe the sweat from Wang Qinxuan's forehead.

Wang Qinxuan suddenly woke up to the fact that although the kid in front of him was alive, it didn't mean that what he had done was revealed. Otherwise, Senior Brother would not allow Lan Ruyin to be so close to him.

He was originally a person with a good mind, but he just fell into a dead end because of being a thief, and he figured out the joints, and immediately returned to his former chic and handsome appearance. Unhurriedly, he actually took out a number of strange threads like thick ropes from his arms.

Lan Qinmu saw that Wang Qinxuan's expression was uncertain, and he thought that he had killed the evil dragon, leaving internal injuries and feeling unwell, and was about to step forward to ask, when he suddenly saw the thing in his hand, he looked straight at it, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

This is exactly the dragon whisker that Lanqin Mu dreamed of, and when he heard that Wang Qinxuan had killed the demon dragon, he wanted to ask for it cheekily, but he didn't expect that before he mentioned it, he had already taken the initiative to send it up.

Lan Qinmu loves the Grenie like an idiot, and this is really a generous gift that he can't refuse. It is rumored that the strings made of the dragon's whiskers have not only been used for a long time, but also have a melodious and graceful sound. It is really the first choice for all people who love the piano and make the violin.

When Lan Qinmu traveled to the rivers and lakes in his early years, he once found an ancient score "Guangling Wandering God Song" in an ancient grotto, because its melody was too solemn and domineering, and for many years, there was no time to play it in its entirety, and the strings were not broken.

Decades of preparatory attempts, all ended in failure, the complete performance of this "Guangling Wandering God Song", Lan Qinmu is very obsessed, almost to the point of distressing the mind, hindering the progress of cultivation. The long-cherished wish of many years is about to come true, how can Lanqinmu be overjoyed?

Seeing that Lan Qinmu couldn't help but take the dragon's beard, Wang Qinxuan's heart breathed a sigh of relief. Lan Ruyin looked at her father holding the dragon beard with a pious expression, and couldn't help but laugh. Look at the rarity, it can be compared to my own love for this dragon's eye, it is even better.

Wang Qinxuan was apprehensive in his heart, but his face was as usual, he pointed to Li Canglan not far away, and asked: "Is this your newly accepted disciple, Senior Brother?" Sure enough, he is a good root, a talent, and he will definitely be able to inherit the mantle of Senior Brother in the future." ”

Lan Qinmu was still thinking in his heart, what rare treasures should be given to Wang Qinxuan as a thank you for this dragon beard, and when he heard him ask about Li Canglan beside him, a look of regret passed by his eyes, and he didn't teach the children behind him to see it.

Stretched out his hand and gently stroked Li Canglan's head: "Canglan, come and see your Uncle Qinxuan." ”

Wang Qinxuan caught the flashing emotion in his senior brother's eyes, knowing that the poisonous hand of the day was a complete success, and smiled suspiciously in his heart.

On the surface, he pretended to be an amiable elder, and took out a piece of jade pendant from his arms, and said: "Senior nephew Canglan, after you get started, you have to listen to your master's words well, practice diligently, and benefit the dawn of the common people." This piece of jade can be regarded as a gift from your uncle. ”

Li Canglan bowed his head and thanked him, and took the jade into his arms......