"Senior sister, who are you?"

When the young man opened his eyes, he saw Long Yuxin glaring at him viciously, and he was still holding a special ring ruler made by the Green Bamboo Academy in his hand.

"Let you be chaotic, let you be chaotic again......" Long Yuxin said, and then the ring ruler slapped the young man's arm over and over again. Despite the crisp sound, the boy didn't feel the slightest pain, which showed that Long Yuxin wasn't hitting him hard.

"Do you know how many days you've slept, how many people worry about you?" Long Yuxin scolded in a low voice.

"I was wrong...... the young man lowered his head, and he probably guessed what the reason for Long Yuxin's scolding was. At the Starry Meeting, he broke the rules. Obviously, three days have passed, but he is still desperately trying to comprehend the sword tablet, which leads to a rush of fire and almost goes mad.

Of course, this is just an idea in the eyes of outsiders.

In fact, he was just trapped in that picture scroll of mountains and rivers, and he couldn't get out for a while.

The white-haired old man under the Chang'an Sword Shrine used his last strength to inject every bit of the mountain and river scroll into his memory, and at this time, he only needed to move his mind to recall every bit of the scroll.

Moreover, the wisp of mountain and river luck hidden in his body will also protect his body from infringement. Therefore, although he was asleep for five days, he was fine.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Long Yuxin saw that the young man had not moved for a long time, and thought that something had happened, so he hurriedly asked.

The boy shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm fine." ”

"I know you're working hard and don't want to lose. However, there are some people who worry about you every day, and you have to think about them. Long Yuxin said softly, "Before Wei Xueying left, she also said a word, asking me to take care of you more on weekdays." ”

When the young man heard this, his eyes couldn't help but be a little rosy.

"Xueying......" He suddenly had an inexplicable impulse in his heart, and he wanted to go to the north right now to find the beautiful woman who was waiting for him.

Farewell to Chang'an, see you again, should it be the Year of the Monkey?

"You're hungry, I'll make you a bowl of porridge. Long Yuxin breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and said.

"No, I don't. Xu Changfeng said, "I'm not hungry yet." Senior sister, what about the others?"

"Ma Yan just fell asleep, and Senior Su has been waiting for you to wake up in the hut. ”

"What about Liang Yi?" the young man asked, he knew that Liang Yi had failed to pass the test of demons, so he must have been very sad.

"Liang Yi......" Long Yuxin paused for a long time, and then said slowly, "Let him tell you about his affairs." ”

When the boy heard this, he immediately jumped out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Long Yuxin.

"I'm going to visit Uncle Su. ”

At this time, it was noon, and it was the most leisurely time in the Qingzhu Sword Courtyard, Xu Changfeng came out of the bedroom, walked through the empty sword practice ground, and walked towards the familiar stone road.

The autumn mood is much stronger, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves are falling all over the ground, and they can be swept no matter how they sweep

Endless.

As the young man walked, he recalled the words of the white-haired old man, "Find other mountain and river scrolls and keep the last wisp of mountain and river luck between heaven and earth?"

When he walked across the small wooden bridge, he could faintly feel a very unique aura.

This aura does not come from anyone, but is independent of the aura of heaven and earth, as if it is one with this world.

"Is that the so-called luck of mountains and rivers?" Xu Changfeng muttered in a low voice, "Why can you only feel it here?"

The luck of mountains and rivers comes from mountains and rivers.

And where he is at the moment, there are bamboo forests, streams, and mounds......

"Yo, isn't this our Xuandao list genius?"

At this moment, a very discordant voice came into the young man's ears.

Xu Changfeng raised his head, turned to look, and saw Wei Changting walking towards him in a red robe, this robe was very wide, and the reason why it was like this was just to cover up his severed half of his arm.

"Wei Changting, is there something wrong?" the young man asked in a low voice.

"Something?" Wei Changting's face showed a hideous look, "You can still ask this question so calmly." Xu Changfeng, if you cut off one of my hands, I want you not to raise your head in your life. ”

"If you hadn't insisted on harming me, why would you be here?" Xu Changfeng subconsciously retreated.

Obviously, Wei Changting was just as empty as him, but he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Joke!" After that, an even stronger voice came from behind Wei Changting, "My son will harm you?"

As the words fell, a tall man in court clothes appeared, and the young man's pupils couldn't help but shrink a little, and an invisible pressure enveloped his heart.

"I didn't expect that after only a year of not seeing you, you have already cultivated to the third order of cultivation. Wei Shichun held the Spring Silkworm Sword tightly in his hand, "Half of the sword escaped from my hand that day, and today, even if Nangong Wentian comes, don't try to protect you." What's more, he is not in Chang'an now. ”

"Lord Wei, what do you mean by this?" Xu Changfeng's face was extremely gloomy, he knew that today's catastrophe could not be avoided.

"What do you mean?" Wei Shichun sneered, "The revenge of the broken hand will be repaid tenfold!"

As he spoke, the whole person quickly galloped towards Xu Changfeng, without giving the young man a chance to defend himself, in fact, there was no need to defend this matter.

As a sixth-order cultivator, Wei Shichun dared to make a noise in the Sword Courtyard in broad daylight with a sword, and his purpose was already obvious. He was warning the cultivators of the Sword Academy, if anyone dared to make a move, he would be his enemy Wei Shichun.

Wei Shichun was not only a sixth-order cultivator, he also had an identity, he was a commander of the Chang'an Forbidden Army, and the power in his hands was far greater than that of any of the teachers in the Sword Academy.

The spring silkworm sword forced out a sword like a broken bamboo, constantly approaching the young man.

Wei Shichun didn't dare to kill people, but the difference between the living and the dead was just the difference between one breath. As long as Xu Changfeng is left

With this breath, he is not considered a murderer.

In the hands of the strong, that's the rule.

Whew......

At the same time, a strong gust of wind swept from behind Xu Changfeng, and the bamboo leaves that were rolling in the sky were like short flying swords, emitting a turquoise light and bursting towards Wei Shichun.

Bang dang!

Wei Shichun swung his sword lightly, and the falling bamboo leaves were like cutting tofu, easily and simply splitting them into pieces.

However, the Spring Silkworm Sword stopped a foot in front of the young man, and at this moment, a chilling sword intent was surrounding the young man, if Wei Shichun forcibly broke through the sword intent, he would also suffer a lot of backlash. After all, the master of this sword intent has a much higher cultivation level than him.

"Su Yongqiu, you old thing isn't dead yet!" Wei Shichun couldn't help but scold.

He knew that he wanted to avenge his son and get past Su Yongqiu, but he didn't expect that this old man with a broken candle who should have entered the cemetery a long time ago would be able to display such strength.

Crunch......

The door panel of the wooden house slowly opened, and Su Yongqiu walked out wearing a cyan robe with gray hair, and there were more wrinkles on his face, and he could hardly find a place without wrinkles.

Wei Shichun is right, Su Yongqiu is too old.

"Xu Changfeng is my nephew, if you want to move him, there is no way!" Su Yongqiu said word by word.

"Uncle Su!" Xu Changfeng hurriedly looked at Su Yongqiu.

The latter nodded, a slight smile on his face, and said approvingly as if nothing had happened, "The sixth place on the Xuandao list, not bad." ”

He once promised to let Su Yongqiu be beautiful in his lifetime, and now this scene is indeed very beautiful.

"Su Yongqiu, I know that you are a seventh-order cultivator. Wei Shichun said in a deep voice, "But you are too old, if you want to live longer, just go back to your room obediently, and do nothing happen, otherwise you will ......."

"Otherwise, what?" asked Su Yongqiu calmly.

Wei Shichun's heart suddenly burst out with an unprecedented anger, as if a fire thunder had exploded in half. The air was filled with his spring thunder sword intent, and the roaring thunder echoed faintly in the bamboo forest.

He took a step forward, raising the Spring Silkworm Sword and slashing downward.

With just one sword, the body protection sword intent in front of Xu Changfeng completely collapsed.

Waves of energy rushed in front of the young man's eyes, blowing his hair long since it was out of shape, and it was floating unkemptly, like a madman.

"Broken!"

When the last body protection sword intent was broken by Wei Shichun, Xu Changfeng suddenly felt that he was flying. He looked back and found that Su Yongqiu was dragging his waist and jumping in mid-air.

Bang!

The thunder fell, and the boy looked down to see that the small wooden bridge he had just stood on was long gone, and the sawdust was scattered all over the stream, and there were many traces of dirt and gravel splashing beside it.

Su Yongqiu landed safely with Xu Changfeng, but his own body couldn't help but shake back a few times and almost fell.

"Uncle Su, are you okay?"

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly walked up to help.

Su Yongqiu waved his hand and walked forward with a swaying figure.

He raised his palm and pinched a green bamboo leaf falling in the air.

Just in the blink of an eye, the green bamboo leaf suddenly turned into a small green bamboo sword.

The wind blows the leaves and falls, and the green bamboo is like jade.

"Xu Changfeng. Su Yongqiu said as he walked, "I am very satisfied to have such a nephew as you." Don't worry, I won't let Wei Shichun hurt you in the slightest. ”

Su Yongqiu said, and a mysterious sword intent fell from the sky. The young man looked at it and found that his eyes were full of flying verdant bamboo leaves, as if he had returned to the spring of March, and mushrooms had sprung up after the rain.

"Su Yongqiu, don't you want to die?"

Feeling this terrifying sword intent coming, Wei Shichun couldn't help but be frightened, although he was a little afraid, but the strong anger in his heart made him forget his fear for a while.

He just wants to avenge his son!

As a practitioner, he certainly knew how important the hand holding the sword was.

Losing his right hand holding the sword means that he will never think about lifting the sword again in his life. Even the left hand can cultivate the sword to the extreme, but after all, there is a world of difference compared to the right hand.

"Su Yongqiu, I don't care how strong you were in the past, but today, this Xu Changfeng, you can't hold it!" Wei Shichun's eyes were red, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out like a torrent of waves.

The sky was still sunny, but unconsciously, there was already an extra layer of clouds and mist, blocking the light and shadow of the sun.

The thunder exploded, and the sword light was like snow.

Su Yongqiu met the sword intent of Wei Shichun's killing, and waved the green bamboo small sword and drove straight in.

Someone once said that he should have died decades ago, and now he is living like this, what is he living for?

"Naturally, for today, to be able to have a beautiful scene. ”

(End of chapter)