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Flowers are in full bloom, mountains of peaches and plums are overflowing, and all kinds of exotic fruits are beginning to ripen, exuding a charming aroma. Han Sheng often had birds lingering when he practiced martial arts under the tree, beating the beat with a pleasant chirp.

Time is so fast, and it's summer again.

Counting on his fingers, Han Sheng has been coming to Shushan for three years, but he has only been practicing in Guantian Peak for one year.

In the past year, his mana has never stopped, even if he fell to the ground due to the exhaustion of practicing the Barbarian Emperor, he never gave up.

Because the red-robed immortal said that the cultivation method of the ethereal body is "eating, sleeping, walking, and not stopping for a moment". Only in this way can the habit of operating mana be engraved in the bones, and when it is formed into a golden pill, it will naturally abide by such rules.

The Vast Divine Technique is worthy of being the best technique of Kunlun Mountain, whenever Han Sheng is tortured to the point of being emaciated by the perverted body refining method of the Barbarian Emperor, it can always sweep a huge amount of spiritual energy to give Han Sheng the pleasure of massage.

It's painful and happy.

The cultivation of the physical body is far more arduous than meditating and practicing qi, but the combat power is also rising.

It can be said that Han Sheng at this time can almost complete his self before the dantian is abolished. Of course, the premise is that the distance is closer.

Once the distance is too far, Han Sheng will be killed by someone with flying swords and magic weapons.

He didn't have a dantian, and all he relied on was muscle strength and aura assistance, as well as five drops of mana from each mana operation.

That's right, he already has five drops of Jindan mana. For this reason, he also went to Elder Qingyun and asked how many drops of mana were enough to condense the pill, and the elder's answer made him full of enthusiasm: "Your cultivation is different from ordinary people, but you are still in the Dao, the ultimate of the Nine Paths, go ahead." ”

Nine drops! Just nine drops can be condensed into a golden pill!

Han Sheng still remembers that it was a bright spring, and the sun was shining like flowers.

His cultivation time has been lengthened more and more, and the collection of books on the thirteenth floor has long been forgotten by him. Since Jin Dan condensation is just around the corner, then ask a fart!

Elder Qingyun didn't say a word about this, and just cared about reading a book and sleeping and getting drunk.

Providence is providential, human providence is desired, everything is contingent.

Both of them were very open-minded.

On this day, Han Sheng was still practicing martial arts under the peach tree behind the bamboo building as usual, his moves were fast and powerful, his body was like a phantom, and he fought the Barbarian King Fist around the peach tree.

This name was taken from the book, although Han Sheng thought it was average, but fortunately, he listened to it in the "Monkey Gong", "Python Gong", and "Yak Gong Gong" in the Ten Thousand Beasts Divine Skill......

"Hey, that stupid big guy over there!" a girl's voice sounded as crisp as a yellow oriole.

Han Sheng didn't care, he was immersed in the domineering spirit of the Barbarian King Fist. Although Elder Qingyun didn't say it, Han Sheng thought that if he wanted to learn a martial art well, the fastest way was to experience the creator's state of mind, and then evolve his own style from it.

Han Sheng punched and elbowed, using all his strength in every move, but he didn't make a sound. This is really not easy, and Han Sheng has also practiced hard for a long time to go from silent to sound, and then from sound to silent.

"Are you deaf?" said the girl, angrily, "I screamed so loudly. ”

Han Sheng stopped his movements and said impatiently: "Elder Qingyun has gone down the mountain, you go to the Qiluo Sect to look for it, if the Qiluo Sect doesn't have it, go to the Tibetan Absolute Sect to inquire, if the Tibetan Absolute Sect doesn't have it, just go to his bamboo building and wait, maybe he will come back in three days." ”

After saying that, he continued to box, and something like this would happen every few days. The disciples of Shushan always like to run to ask Elder Qingyun questions, and there was a puppet to pick up guests before. But now the puppet has probably gone to water the flowers, and it makes people run into the back mountain casually.

"Hey, what's your tone?, Miss Ben, are you so unbearable?, you don't even look back!," said the girl, angrily.

Han Sheng sighed: "I'm just a little Taoist, why don't you go to Wanhua Zhenjun to come and entangle with me?"

"Who's got to you!" said the girl, angrily.

Han Sheng turned around helplessly, and bowed respectfully: "This senior sister, my family is an old visitor to the mountain, and the return date is undecided, please take care of yourself and don't be an outsider." ”

"You are a senior sister, you dare to turn around and scold me for being old!" the girl was furious.

This person is sick!" Han Sheng sneered. He raised his head and argued, "Han Sheng has no such intentions, Senior Sister is too careful. ”

"You still say!" A green shadow flew through the air, Han Sheng didn't dodge or dodge, and grabbed it casually. The green shadow swirled in his hand, and it turned out to be a plum.

Han Sheng looked everywhere, a little girl in a blue-green Taoist robe, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a jade pendant hanging from her waist, stepping on the jasper flying sword, her face showing a thin anger.

The little girl is very handsome, but she has a hot temper. Seeing that Han Sheng took the plums lightly and skillfully, he used his mana to summon all the plums that were about to ripen in that tree, and attacked Han Sheng like a raging storm.

Han Sheng saw that those plums were tightly arrayed, outflanked up and down, left and right, this girl was so young, and her mana control was so exquisite, she was definitely not an ordinary disciple. Since she was angry because she couldn't hold her face when she received the plum, let her beat it.

"Crackling," the sound of plums hitting and falling was endless, and Han Sheng frowned slightly: "The strength carried on this plum is not light, but fortunately, I met myself who specializes in body refining." If it was another monk, it would be at least a minor injury. ”

"You...... Why are you okay?" the little girl was taken aback when she saw that Han Sheng was safe and sound.

Han Sheng looked up and saw the little girl's jade pendant, and his heart suddenly understood, it turned out that she was the only daughter of the head of the family, Feng Kite.

The head of Qingsong is the youngest head in the history of Shushan, but he ascended to the position of head at the age of 300, and he is accompanied by his wife and daughter, envying the monks in the world.

I heard that his wife is Ming Dai, the younger sister of Mingyuan Zhenjun, the head of the Emei faction, and she also has a lot of mana. However, after marrying the head of the green pine, it is very rare to see people, and I heard that it was the root of the disease when the wind kite was born.

The head of Qingsong was busy with the affairs of the sect, and Ming Dai Zhenren recuperated behind closed doors, leaving Feng Kite to grow up in the palace since he was a child, and no one was to discipline him. Running around in the seven peaks of Shu Mountain all day long, burning the qin and cooking cranes, the other disciples can only endure because of their identity, and the elders are not easy to talk because of the face of the head and Ming Dai. As a result, as time went by, the wind kite became more and more lawless, and became a famous little overlord near and far.

Thinking of this, Han Sheng shook his head slightly, why should he bother with a child. Besides, if any of her parents took it out, it would be a big earthquake if they stomped their feet to cultivate the immortal realm, and they couldn't hide if they couldn't afford it? He lowered his head and picked up the plums scattered on the ground, which could be made into preserves if soaked in honey.

"Hey, why don't you fight back!" cried the kite from above.

Han Sheng ignored it, hoping that this girl could leave obediently by herself, there was nothing fun about Guantian Peak.

The wind kite pouted: "They are avoiding me, and even you ignore me!"

Han Sheng silently picked up the plums, it was really pitiful, they didn't wait for the day they grew up and matured.

The wind kite suddenly shouted, "You are just a little servant! Why don't you take me seriously!

The sword light is like a sprout, and the greenery penetrates into the heart. So fast, so fast sword!

Han Sheng was shocked, between life and death, he threw himself forward regardless of his image and lay on the ground. The flying sword slashed over his left shoulder, leaving a trail of turquoise scar, and the greenery spread, leaving the flesh unconscious wherever it went. Han Sheng quickly clicked on the surrounding acupoints, the green was still slowly spreading, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, this kid wanted to kill him!

A powerful momentum poured out from Han Sheng's body, and he stared coldly at the wind kite: "Your flying sword is poisonous!"

Feng Kite wrinkled his nose and said proudly: "Count you smart, this is my father's birthday gift to me, the ancient artifact - Jianmu Sword!"

Jianmu?Legend has it that in the primeval era, the Oriental Jianmu that could reach the heavens and the earth?

Han Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Where's the antidote?"

The wind kite withdrew the flying sword, let it spin beside it, and said triumphantly: "As long as you obediently squat down to be my puppy, you can do whatever I tell you to do, and I will help you detoxify." ”

"Don't think!" Han Sheng shouted angrily.

The jade pendant on the waist of the wind kite suddenly shook, and white smoke came out of it, turning into a palace beauty, it was Feng Qing'er. She bit her lower lip lightly and persuaded beside her: "Miss, the head of the family has explained that you can't use the Jianmu sword, so it's better to heal this person quickly to avoid trouble." ”

The wind kite said angrily: "Did I tell you to come out? You don't take me seriously at all! You duplicitous guys, I will never take you again!"

"Do you give an antidote?" Han Sheng's figure staggered, and the green color gradually spread to his neck.

"Miss......" Feng Qing'er called out with tears in her eyes.

The wind kite exclaimed angrily, "Unless he is a puppy for me, ......"

The sound of the wind kite stopped, and Han Sheng rushed to her feet like lightning, stepped on the treetops and jumped into the sky, choking her neck and falling from the sky.

The speed was so fast that Feng Qing'er couldn't react.

Fortunately, after all, she had followed Ming Dai Zhenren for many years, and soon came to her senses, and immediately cast a spell to soften the soil underneath, allowing the two of them to reduce their damage.

"Ahh

"Ahem," Han Sheng struggled to sit up from the soft cotton-like soil, feeling his chest feel extremely dull. Looking down, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with her hair scattered and her pretty face was pale, hugging Han Sheng's body tightly like an octopus, screaming incessantly.

"Okay," Han Sheng touched the head of the wind kite helplessly: "Don't scream, it's just a few dozen meters away, and you can't die if you fall." ”

"Wow!" Feng Kite cried loudly, snot and tears all wiped onto Han Sheng's robe, she cried so sadly, as if Han Sheng had done a heinous bad thing to her.

"This ......" Han Sheng was dumbfounded, wasn't it just a fall? Moreover, he adjusted his direction in mid-air, and he was completely underground!

But Feng Kite was still crying heartbreakingly, Han Sheng instinctively looked at Feng Qing'er, Feng Qing'er stood on the auspicious clouds and smiled bitterly and made a slapping gesture.

Han Sheng almost wanted to scold, this little girl stabbed me with a sword, and actually asked me to coax her. She's thirteen or fourteen or three or four!

But the wind kite cried so much, and he was afraid that he would be seen by outsiders and couldn't explain clearly. had no choice but to endure the humiliation, resolutely raised his right hand, and slapped the back of the wind kite.

"Don't cry, good, don't cry. Han Sheng patted the wind kite on the back, and suddenly remembered that he had done such a thing a long, long time ago.

It was an era when the lights were dim and yellow, my father was sitting on a chair watching the news broadcast, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and she was holding a little girl who was crying and gently patting her back: "Woo~ Don't cry ~ Obedient ~ Little obedient ~ Doll is the most well-behaved ~ Woo ~ Don't cry ......"

Unconsciously, tears moistened Han Sheng's eyes, and he gently patted the frightened little girl, as if returning to that era: "Woo~ Don't cry the doll~~Obedient~ Little obedient......"

The wind kite's cry gradually subsided, and from time to time it sobbed, and it was already asleep.

Han Sheng stopped patting, and the wind kite fell asleep quietly on his chest, with tears on his face. It's really a child, and if you are a little serious, you will scare her like this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, wiped his hand on the robe, and then gently wiped away the tears of the wind kite.

Feng Qing'er stood not far away biting her lower lip, looking at Han Sheng with a confused look, was this really the unruly, lonely and manic teenager she knew? The gentleness when he hummed in a low voice, and the tears in his eyes made her feel almost suffocated, would Jade Ling also suffocate? Feng Qing'er didn't know, she wanted to escape from Han Sheng's side, and she couldn't help but miss it.

"I said, you won't stand like this all the time, will you?" asked Han Sheng.

"Huh?" Feng Er's expression was flustered, and she was at a loss for a while, and she even stammered: "I...... What can I do...... What to do?"

Han Sheng was silent, Feng Qing'er was just a jade spirit, without an entity, he really couldn't do anything.

He thought for a while and said, "I have a way, first put your young lady in Elder Qingyun's residence, and then I will go down the mountain immediately, and you will be responsible for guarding your young lady, the best of both worlds." ”

"Why did you want to go down the mountain?" Feng Qing'er asked hurriedly, she was a little reluctant in her heart.

Han Sheng snorted coldly: "Find someone to heal her injuries, otherwise she won't be beaten to death when she wakes up?"

Feng Qing'er sneered: "Miss is actually not bad by nature......"

"Forget it," Han Sheng shook his head and said, "It's better to heal the poison first and then discuss her nature." ”

At the top of the Mixed Yuan Peak, in the Shangqing Palace, Elder Qingyun leaned lazily on the pillar, looked at the white-robed elders in front of him and said, "Senior brothers, have I ever passed the test?"

And in the gossip mirror above the temple gate, it is the peak of Guantian!