The clear moonlight sprinkled on the blue sword body of the Falling Star Sword, like a bay of sparkling lake.

It's quiet, but it's cold.

The spiritual power visible to the naked eye slowly injected into his body like blood, even though he felt extremely full and powerful, but the painful memories of his childhood were more and more clear.

Sure enough, everything in the world has gains and losses, and there is no such thing as perfection.

Thinking of the task he had taken on after owning this Excalibur, he felt a huge force pressing on his shoulders in an instant.

Confident in his own cultivation, even if he doesn't use the power of this divine sword, he can completely stand out in the Huayang competition, but how to find the truth of eighteen years ago that he has no understanding at all, and to fight against the real person in charge who has been extremely hated but extremely jealous in the mouth of his father who thinks highly of himself since he was a child. Even how to resolve the yin and yang that was once again out of balance in the body, and suppress the Falling Star Divine Sword, which was a hundred times stronger than the cold poison of the previous year, he might not be able to do it.

Everything is so complicated and not simple.

In order to alleviate the discomfort in his body, he had to temporarily put the Falling Star Sword into the sword box behind him, and then a pale yellow fairy sword was replaced in the palm of his hand.

This is an immortal sword with average spiritual power and an ordinary appearance, which is not much different from the swords of many Huayang young disciples, and even when he casts a high-level immortal technique, he can no longer feel that it can have the slightest help. But it is also it, accompanying me through more than a dozen springs, autumns, winters and summers, and constantly giving myself gentle and heavy strength.

And it has a name that Chu Yunyi will never forget no matter what-Rulan.

That's right, Fang Rulan!

Its material is not very precious, the mineral material called Wen Yunyu has a huge reserve in the whole Huayang, and it can even be found in Qingluan Peak. However, the conditions for obtaining it are a bit harsh, and when mining, it must be ensured that there can be no fluctuations in spiritual power within a radius of fifty steps, and it must be unearthed immediately when the sun dries the dew on its top in the early morning, and it must be covered with cloth, so that not a ray of sunlight or a drop of dew can be seen again. Only in this way can it preserve its peaceful and pure qualities, its effect of regulating yin and yang, and its plasticity that is different from other spiritual materials.

What's more, it only exists at the top of every mountain, and it is the top of a cliff cliff and no road to climb.

That is to say, if you want to refine such an ordinary fairy sword whose spiritual power is not transcendent, you have to step on the moonlight overnight, climb the steep peak that towers into the clouds with your bare hands, keep it until dawn in the dew on the ground, endure the stiffness of the whole body, race against time to dig out the ore with a pickaxe shovel, and without hesitation wrap the angular thing with the temperature of the leylines tightly in the robe, dragging the tired body, and carrying the weight down the mountain like walking on thin ice.

This doesn't need to be implemented, just thinking about it in your head and breaking out in a cold sweat is a futile and wasteful move for anyone.

However, there is only one person who feels that this is not the case.

That is Fang Rulan, the senior brother who doesn't like to talk much, but always has a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, like this fairy sword.

Because whenever he saw the little junior brother who was brought up by himself had a cold poison attack and rolled on the ground in pain, and even the master who existed like a god in his heart was helpless, he felt deeply guilty, and he felt that he was powerless to do something for the master who picked him up from the mass grave and raised him, and the little junior brother who relied on him to the point that he was almost inseparable, and he really shouldn't do anything. He didn't want to make sad the Taoist elder in Tsing Yi who smiled and stretched out his warm hand to himself who was clutching the corner of his starving father's clothes and weeping, and he didn't want to let the sleeping child who hooked his neck and smiled peacefully during meditation and practice every night suffer.

As long as there is a way to cure the little junior brother, even if it is just hearsay, try it.

In the past three years, Fang Rulan has climbed the peak more than 70 times, successfully obtained the material nine times, and after the first eight failed forgings, he obtained this fairy sword with a groove in the hilt and gave it to Chu Yunyi to wear.

Fortunately, the legend is indeed true, since wearing this fairy sword, his physique has improved greatly, and the frequency and degree of the disease have been alleviated. Chu Xiuping was very surprised, and asked several times about the origin of this fairy sword and the use of the groove, but Fang Rulan, who was tenacious, refused to reveal half a sentence. It wasn't until the second year after he entered Nagato's training that the answer was finally revealed.

I remember that it was an ordinary evening, Chu Xiuping had just finished a day's teaching of the remaining fourteen disciples, and was about to go back to the house for dinner, but he saw that the eldest disciple he had not seen for many years and was the most proud of him was falling under the mountain gate of Qingluan Peak, and his white clothes were already stained red with blood, and a red ancient jade was tightly held in his hand. Chu Xiuping remembered that the special shape was the outline of the extra grooves on Aiko's saber.

All the mysteries were suddenly clear.

According to legend, this ancient jade named Nuanyang Jade exists in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain on the northeast border, and is guarded by a holy fire dragon that remains of ancient times. The absorbed positive immortal power, combined with the warm and peaceful Wen Yunyu, can pass this power into the cold body of the person who reaches the yin (the person born when the yin year is cloudy, the moon and the sun is cloudy) without harm, and on the premise of not changing his life, the cold poison in his body is eliminated, which not only achieves the effect of dispelling diseases and eliminating disasters, but also preserves his one-in-a-million immortal physique.

However, in order to achieve this happy ending, the first obstacle was the Holy Fire Dragon that even Chu Xiuping felt a little tricky. No one knew and no one could imagine what kind of battle Fang Rulan had with him, and all that appeared in front of Chu Xiu was the body with all the meridians broken and the qi and blood exhausted, and a fairy sword full of gaps.

Chu Xiuping cried, the master of the Dao who was as solid as fine iron and as steady as a rock in the eyes of all his protégés, sat on the ground like a child, holding Fang Rulan's body with only one breath left and crying, even if everyone on Qingluan Peak went out and surrounded him when he heard the sound, he couldn't stop the most concerned about his image.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

slapped his son hard, hugged Fang Rulan and rushed into the lobby. However, this time, Lin Wanrong, who loved Chu Yunyi the most, didn't say anything, just picked up Chu Yunyi and hurried to assist Chu Xiuping.

After seven days and seven nights of treatment, even the life-sustaining elixir passed down from Xuanchen Patriarch's generation was taken out, and the two of them cultivated their whole bodies before they pulled Fang Rulan back from the Ghost Gate Pass.

But who knew that the first thing that the polite but resolute young man said when he opened his eyes was: "Teacher, quickly put this red jade into the fairy sword I gave to Yunyi, and his cold poison can be eliminated." ”

It is also in this way that I can now have myself who can penetrate Feng Shui Immortal and soar freely in the sky.

Slowly embedding the warm sun jade on his waist into the groove of the "Rulan" fairy sword, it was a fairy power as warm as a spring breeze and as warm as the morning sun spread all over his body, diluting the cold of the skull brought by the falling star sword a lot.

In fact, it is incumbent upon him to wear the Falling Star Sword and take over the burden that his parents have been hiding in his heart. The only thing is that I feel sorry for the senior brother who did not hesitate to fight for his life in order to remove the cold poison from his body.

"I'm sorry!" Chu Yunyi's words fell, and he felt a warm palm gently placed on his shoulder.

"Silly boy, nothing. The jade-like face slowly appeared beside him, a pair of radiant eyes looked at him, and said softly but powerfully: "Master and sister told me everything that should be told to me, your senior brother is stupid, and he has not made much progress in the head of the house, but his knowledge has increased a lot, since he can cure you once, I believe that there is no difficulty this time, you can think about how to complete their explanation, and everything else will be handed over to the senior brother." ”

"Senior brother!" Chu Yunyi closed his eyes slightly, turned around and hugged the relatives he hadn't seen for many years but had never been a stranger.

"How old are you, you're still crying, do you want to ask for a daughter-in-law!" Fang Rulan smiled and smiled, but there was some starlight in her eyes: "From childhood to adulthood, when has Senior Brother disappointed you?"

Yes, from childhood to adulthood, as long as the senior brother is here, he doesn't need to worry at all, everything will be taken care of properly, and all the requirements will be fulfilled by him.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your hard work!" Chu Yunyi looked at Fang Rulan and spoke word by word.

"Yo Yo Yo, when did you kid become so polite, you will say thank you!" Fang Rulan patted Chu Yunyi's head with a smile, and suddenly lifted him up easily, shouting as she ran: "The little man grows up, the little man grows up, the senior brother doesn't have to be whipped for him!"

A relaxed and warm smile also appeared on Chu Yunyi's face, many years ago, the familiar scene of the senior brother running around the mountain was turned out of his mind.

So free, carefree, so leisurely and joyful, quiet and warm.

A kind of family warmth, a kind of primitively happy in the heart.

All the pressure and load were blown away and disappeared in the whistling mountain wind, and all the worries and worries were thrown out of the clouds and disappeared in the pure natural laughter.

Yes, what else is there to be sad about, what is there to be nervous about, even if he enters the long gate and faces countless unknown dangers and unfathomable cultivation, but for some reason he has a life and death grudge with his father and mother, Yao Tianyun, as long as he has meticulously protected his senior brother since he was a child, what can touch his own safety.

A ray of bright moonlight poured on Chu Yunyi's face through the heavy clouds, and the five fingers holding the fairy sword slowly tightened, and when he raised his head, he saw that the road ahead was bright and bright.