Hearing the sound of the door next door, Ling Cangxue only said that his father Ling Daosheng had come back.

She knew very well that her father intended to climb the towering tree of the Lu family, whether it was for Hongxuanzong to have a place in the temple, or for her daughter to marry into a family like the Lu family, Ling Daosheng had no hesitation.

If Lu Yunqing had made clever remarks in front of Ling Daosheng, how could she go to Little Lotus Peak to accompany Gu Tiannan? She wanted to show her heart to her father Ling Daosheng, but as soon as she pushed open the door, she caught a glimpse of Lu Yunqing with an eager face.

Seeing Lu Yunqing walking towards him in three steps and two steps, Ling Cangxue held the door frame with her right hand, and took half a step forward with her seemingly unintentional but intentional intention.

Ling Cangxue had just finished washing at this time, and there were still a few drops of crystal water on her delicate cheeks, and the black and green silk was tied up at will with a red rope.

A cool night breeze blew, and Lu Yunqing smelled a faint fragrance of irises, I don't know if this is the fragrance on Senior Sister Cangxue's hair or the unique fragrance of the girl's skin, which makes people's hearts ripple.

Lu Yunqing's face turned half red at once, he didn't dare to touch Ling Cangxue's sight, he looked down at the little junior sister's half-exposed white jade feet, and his breathing suddenly became short.

"Senior Brother Lu, is there anything wrong with this late hour?"

Lu Yunqing clenched his right hand into a fist, his left hand clenched his pants tightly, his face was flushed, and sweat seemed to be oozing from the bridge of his tall nose.

Ling Cangxue called out "Senior Brother Lu" again, and he came back to his senses.

Lu Yunqing, whose background is comparable to that of the prince of the vassal king, is also a poor person, the smile of the little junior sister Ling Cangxue made him fascinated, Gu Tiannan was like a hundred thousand mountains in the northwest wasteland between the two, making Lu Yunqing's infatuation turn into delusion.

No wonder the Buddha said that in the world, all living beings are suffering.

The root of suffering is only because of delusional attachment and cannot be attained. Only by letting go of the obsession in our hearts can we know that everything is a scene of the past. But people's hearts are born from obsession, how can they let go?

There is no end to the sea of suffering, and since there is no end, where can it come to the other side?

Lu Yunqing tried to raise his head and used a few dry coughs to hide his embarrassed expression.

"Little junior sister, I'm ...... I ......" Lu Yunqing is tall, his face is white, and he has read poetry and books since he was a child, giving people a feeling of being polite and humble, which is different from ordinary people who practice swords.

Ling Cangxue tightened her clothes, looked as usual, and did not answer.

Lu Yunqing gritted his teeth, and finally raised his head to meet Ling Cangxue's gaze, he continued: "Little junior sister, where is Yun Qing not as good as Gu Tiannan, who is rude in words and deeds, arrogant and arrogant? He can save you with half a life and half a blood, and I am willing to use a life and a blood to save you! People often say that if you don't see each other for a day, you and I are only two steps apart, but I still think about what you think, and I think about it unforgettable!"

The words "vulgar words and deeds, arrogant" sounded particularly harsh to Ling Cangxue's ears.

Compared with Lu Yunqing, Gu Tiannan is free and uninhibited by nature, disdainful of secular etiquette, so his behavior is casual and even a little dissolute, and he is rarely gentle and elegant as a scholar, let alone chanting poetry and ink like Lu Yunqing, and his mouth is full of chapters.

But in the eyes of the lover, even if Gu Tiannan lifted Erlang's legs and took off his shoes to pick his feet, Ling Cangxue also felt that he had a different style.

She heard Lu Yunqing ridicule Gu Tiannan, and wanted to close the door to thank the guests, but when she heard Lu Yunqing's heartfelt words behind her, she was still a little reluctant in her heart.

"Senior Sister Cangxue, tomorrow morning, I will ask the master to show me, how about you stay in Immortal Peak and practice the Tianxiao Sword Record with me?"

Lu Yunqing was overjoyed when she saw Ling Cangxue's hesitant expression, and the purpose of this trip couldn't help but blurt out.

But God was as cruel to Lu Yunqing as ever, and the flame of hope that had just ignited in his heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of ice water.

"Senior Brother Lu, if you and my father plead for this, there will be no more anything between you and me! Don't talk about my father, even if it is the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, no one can force me!"

After speaking, Ling Cangxue's face was full of anger, and she slammed the door fiercely, leaving Lu Yunqing alone in the night breeze.

Her mother was besieged and killed by the disciples of the Demon Sect, and she was tortured by the poison of the Demon Sect, and Ling Cangxue sometimes resented her father Ling Daosheng for not personally escorting their mother and daughter at that time.

She still can't forget the terrifying scene when she was twelve years old, when her body was highly poisonous, and her flesh and blood gradually festered inch by inch, if it weren't for Gu Tiannan's life to save her, how could Ling Cangxue come out today to become a stunner in the city? Therefore, what Ling Cangxue hates most is that her father Ling Daosheng matched her and Lu Yunqing.

The beauty brushed her sleeves away, Lu Yunqing shook a few times in despair, turned around and walked towards the apse.

Suddenly, Lu Yunqing's eyes lit up, "There is no more to do with anything, doesn't it mean that Senior Sister Cangxue still has a lot to do with me now!"

Thinking of this, Lu Yunqing perked up, thinking about where to find an iris to put at the head of his bed, take care of it day and night, and don't wither.

Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

The next day, as soon as the first rooster crow came from Zixiao Palace, Gu Tiannan picked up the Huanchen Sword and walked towards the Hidden Immortal Rock.

At dawn, the Little Lotus Peak was full of clouds and mist, the morning breeze was cold and biting, the rugged mountain road was empty, and the young man walked alone with a sword.

Since Gu Tiannan had been washed by the Heavenly Thunder, the seventy-two caves in his body had been opened, and although his true qi was still as unabated as before, his bones, tendons and veins were much stronger. In the cold wind, he only wore a thin gown, but he didn't feel cold.

It was about a tea hour before Gu Tiannan walked to the Hidden Immortal Rock, never thinking that Master Gu Fan was already standing in the stone hall and waiting.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Gu Fan looked at Gu Tiannan, whose face was as cold as ice after taking off the Huanchen sword, and the first sentence he said was: "To learn a sword, you must be sincere, and you must not infuse the anger and murderous aura in your chest into the sword intent." Ning Yuan's hatred, it's not your turn to carry it as a junior!"

Gu Tiannan wanted to speak again and again, but in the end, he couldn't help but not say what he was thinking about last night, he replied, "Follow Master's teachings!"

Gu Fan took a few steps forward, took the famous sword Huanchen from Gu Tiannan's hand, and while stroking the gorgeous and atmospheric Xuanwu cloud pattern carved on the scabbard, he slowly spoke: "The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, neither the ferocity of the knife nor the elegance of the gun, but there is a royal power that reigns over the world. In ancient times, there were famous generals who were drunk and looked at the sword, there were Hongru's heroic pictures like swords, the murderous spirit of the generals came from the battlefield and a hundred battles, and the righteousness of the Wenchen came from the tens of millions, and the sword energy of the knights of the rivers and lakes such as us, do you know where it came from?"

Gu Tiannan's eyes rolled, since the master wanted to sell Guanzi, then give the old man a chance, so he simply replied: "Tiannan doesn't know, if the disciple knows, he won't ask the master to come to the Hidden Immortal Rock." ”

Gu Fan smiled, in fact, he knew in his heart that his apprentice's talent was already one in a thousand, but his patience was a little lacking, and he was always distracted from learning swords in the past, and he refused to pay full attention.

Gu Fan slowly walked out of the stone hall, stood in the middle of the Hidden Immortal Rock, turned his head and said to Gu Tiannan who was following behind him: "In the Hongxuan Sword Technique, the sword drawing style is the most common and the most obvious entry sword style, there are five variations, as long as you practice this sword drawing style three thousand times a day, and accumulate over time, you will also find that it has special advantages." ”

Gu Tiannan was slightly stunned, he didn't understand what the master meant. He had learned the sword drawing style when he was seven years old, and although there were five variations, it was not at all profound.

Disciples with ordinary qualifications can master it in three days, and those with poor qualifications can be mastered in five days.

Now when teaching new disciples the introductory sword drawing style, Gu Tiannan is too lazy to do it himself, and always sends his junior brother Zhao Tianyang to do it for him. Since the master had already agreed to teach him the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra", why did he suddenly change his mind and let himself practice the "sword drawing style"? And he practiced it 3,000 times?

Gu Tiannan looked surprised, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, this sword drawing style ......?"

Before Gu Tiannan finished speaking, he saw Gu Fan bending his knees, and the dust in his palm was already out of the sheath!

Gu Tiannan saw a cold light flashing and mist swirling around the mist, and a big tree ten zhang away fell in response, and the trunk of the bucket was fluttering and smashing the barren grass all over the ground.

In Gu Tiannan's eyes, the most ordinary and superficial sword drawing style was practiced to the extreme, but in the hands of Master Gu Fan, it was as strong as a man!

There is no strength or weakness in sword moves, and there are high and low swordsmen.

Gu Fan patted the stunned Gu Tiannan, gently put the Huanchen Sword in the latter's hand, and dropped a sentence: "Three thousand times today, four thousand times tomorrow, and five thousand times the day after tomorrow", and then left slowly with his hands behind his back.

Gu Fan walked more than twenty steps and turned his head to look at Gu Tiannan, who was still sluggish, and said, "I'll ask Tianyang to bring you food!"

In the next three days, Gu Fanzhen did not come to the Hidden Immortal Rock, nor did he teach Gu Tiannan any "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" that Pei Donglai, the famous sword god of the world, had come to the rivers and lakes.

Gu Tiannan is also honest, every morning when he hears the first rooster crow, he runs to the Hidden Immortal Rock to practice his sword, and occasionally the disciples of Dongcang Pavilion who pass by will inevitably point their fingers when they see the senior brother practicing the sword drawing style, Gu Tiannan doesn't care, if he doesn't practice enough times as Gu Fan specifies, even if the sunset is full of stars, he will never leave.

When Gu Tiannan was practicing swords, Ling Cangxue naturally accompanied him from morning to night, and the errand of delivering food to the senior brother did not come to the second senior brother Zhao Tianyang. The two of them were in love with each other, and Zhao Tianyang was naturally happy to see it, but Lu Yunqing stared at his red eyes and showed his face several times on the edge of the Hidden Immortal Rock with an iris flower.

On the evening of the third day, when Gu Tiannan's sword drawing style was practiced more than 4,500 times, Gu Fan came once.

Under the afterglow of the slanting sun, Gu Tiannan took out his sword shirtless, sweating like rain, and Ling Cangxue on the side looked at the bronze muscles on his body, and laughed stupidly.

If other Hongxuan Sect disciples saw it, they would definitely be dumbfounded, and the "Ice and Snow Beauty" would actually have this kind of look on her face?

The beauty is on the side, and the master is beside him, but Gu Tiannan's sword drawing style can't even blow a single leaf if he cuts off a big tree ten zhang away.

At this moment, he couldn't help but suspect that the half-style fire that he defeated Lu Yunqing that day was a mistake, and his potential exploded at the moment of life and death.

But Gu Fan didn't show the slightest disappointment, he said with a smile: "From tomorrow onwards, draw the sword six thousand times a day!"