The exquisite inside the house is exquisite, the glorious flow of the formation has wiped away the dust, a portrait of "blue sea tide" hangs on the wall, the vast sea of clouds and the calm sea surface are like a line of water and sky, a round of rising sun and the end are jumping out, and the endless artistic conception is far-reaching. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bao Wen stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, frowning and looking at the beautiful Qionglou Yuyu from afar, but he couldn't sleep in his heart, but he didn't know how to ask Lu Sanniang to resign, and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, return to Yangjiaao, and start planning Baimang Mountain through Mei Jiangxue's Yushu Villa, and have this fate with the thousand-year-old spider spirit "Spring Thirty Niang".

If you want to dominate with the exercises of this Emei Immortal Gate, it is just a fool's dream, and Lu Sanniang, one of the "Five Immortals", is not able to catch it, not to mention the cultivation of his third "Nine Steps to the Sky", only to make the "Spring Thirty Niang" emotional, and then pretend to be helpless to marry the "Nine Quiet Niang" of the Nine Secluded Stream, although it will be very dangerous, but relying on the proud emotional intelligence and outstanding acting skills, although it is a high-altitude tightrope, but it is not ten dead and lifeless.

This step is to betray the master, contrary to the entry oath "where righteousness is, there will be no regrets in a hundred deaths", Lu Sanniang is jealous and hateful, how can she let go easily, she must come with a sword, intending to clean up the portal.

Unless his master, Qingping Sword Immortal Lu Sanniang, has a friendship with his master and apprentice, and then moves the love between men and women, maybe when the fairy sword hangs on his neck, there is still a glimmer of life.

Emei Xianfu has a wide terrain, located in the place where the sword mound is a horn for each other, the quaint Taoist view of the eaves and arches is antique, the copper bell is windless and automatic, and sometimes it makes a clear and long sound, Lu Sanniang is wearing a plain skirt, which is cold on the cheeks, and also adds a bit of strange charm because of holding the ancient scrolls, the green silk is like ink and the shoulders tremble slightly, occasionally lift the wrist lightly, and brush the few strands of hair on the sideburns, which is more graceful.

The apprentice he received at home was a sword cultivation wizard who comprehended "Carrying Love with a Sword" in the mortal world, and cultivating the "Heaven Splitting Sword Codex" should have been a thousand miles a day, but now the slow cultivation is already contrary to common sense.

In the white light of the ancient scroll in the wrist, the dense small seal runes emerged, reflecting in Lu Sanniang's eyes, and it was dimmed after a long time.

"Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword ......" Lu Sanniang closed the scroll, stared at the distant hall of the Emei Immortal Mansion, frowned and sighed, and muttered to herself: "Qingluan is lonely and pure, and coldly looks at the red dust and a few parting ......"

From the beginning, Lu Sanniang knew that the mystery of this "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" was actually different from what she knew, not because she could improve it by studying hard and practicing hard, but because she sharpened her feelings in the red dust and found another way to practice the "Heaven Splitting Sword Codex".

The next morning, Bao Wenzheng wore a pale cyan robe, walked to the main hall of the Emei Immortal Mansion, bowed down to greet the master Lu Sanniang, a gloomy look appeared on his cheeks, and he pretended to hesitate and said: "Master Rongyu, the disciple has been away from home for several months, and I miss my parents in my heart......

The rhetoric is also excessive, and it is just right to stop at the point.

Since this "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" is different from other immortal treasures, it is useless to stay in the Emei Immortal Mansion, it is better to let it go down the mountain, or it can be improved along the way with cultivation.

"You are already a true disciple of the Emei lineage, bless the people in the world to kill demons and eliminate demons, where righteousness lies, and you will not regret death!" Lu Sanniang recalled that on the short pine hill in the past, Bao Wenzheng stepped forward to fight with his life, and protected the pair of fox demons behind him, he was a little displeased, so he warned again: "Emei's rules and precepts are not in vain, you need to keep it in mind!"

The displeasure in his tone was overflowing, and the cold cheeks were even more solemn, and there was a bit of warning.

"Disciple remember!" Bao Wen bowed and saluted, still a gentlemanly demeanor of gentleness and frugality, respectfully responding, but he had made up his mind in his heart, and he would never see each other again in the end.

Lu Sanniang is one of the "Five Immortals" who are dedicated to the Tao, and he teaches him Taoism, but his kindness to his own family is like the "Heaven and Earth Monarch Teacher".

The act of destroying his Taoist heart and deceiving teachers and destroying his ancestors, if it is not a last resort, it is better not to do it!

Bao Wenzheng said goodbye to his master Lu Sanniang with a respectful smile, and with a respectful smile, he followed his master to the front of the formation of Emei Immortal Mansion, and under the stop and sight of Lu Sanniang, the sword flew into the sky for the first time in his life, and went straight into the green underworld.

The vast sea of clouds, and the morning sun in the bright light, reflecting ten thousand rays of light, the wind whistling through the clouds and clouds, and the vaguely, a streamer flowed instantly, and then disappeared without a trace.

The outline of the city above the earth was like a mud pill, but it was continuous, and after a few hours, Bao Wenzheng gradually felt a little familiar, as if the town of Laiyang was already in sight.

"One step at a time, nine steps to become an immortal", now Bao Wenzhengde's "Nine Steps to the Sky" has been cultivated to the third level, and it is relatively slow with sword light, but the pride of this sword rising and looking down on the vast land is agitated in his chest.

The New Year has passed, and the people of Yangjiaao live extremely cold, but the snow has not yet melted, and the fields are still unable to work because of the season, and they can only use bonfires to warm up with their homes.

In the dilapidated firewood of Yangjiaao, a pair of old people sighed happily, their cloudy eyes were dull, the wrinkles on their faces were the vicissitudes of the years, and there was still bacon in the bamboo basket hanging on the beams, hoping that when their son returned, there would still be meat to eat.

"Alas......"

The two elders looked at each other, and the loneliness in their expressions was self-evident.