Xu Yunlu touched the food on the table, it was no longer hot, and his chest suddenly felt sour. Li An has a good family background and high talent in medicine, even the master does not seem to be a bowl of water, and when he goes out, Old Man Xu will never wait like this.

Four generations of disciples competed, if Li An won the first place, wouldn't he, the senior brother, become a joke? Like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, Xu Yunlu clenched his fists, and was swept away by the master's blazing eyes, suddenly a little weak-hearted, bowed his head to cover up, and said softly: "Master, I'll go find the little junior brother." ”

As soon as I walked into the courtyard, I saw two large cuts hanging on the hem of Li An's shirt, a small bruise on his forehead, and a rusty broken sword, looking embarrassed.

Old man Xu was a little distracted, this group of monkeys was about to become fine, and they liked to bully the young disciples who had just entered the valley the most. When the little sister Xu Suwen first came, they stole her shoes and sat barefoot by the stream crying. At that time, the afterglow of the sunset was golden, reflected in the water, he carried Xu Suwen on his back, and walked along the stream to the medicine house, for a moment, he had hoped that he would go on like this, and there would never be an end.

After the meal, Ang Lee pulled the master into the courtyard and reached out to cover his eyes.

Old man Xu scolded with a smile, brushed away the little apprentice's hand, and the five lifelike machine carvings rolled their eyes and tilted their heads to look at the courtyard. The golden eagle is huge, and the yard suddenly looks crowded. In addition, there is a small branch, only three leaves, verdant green, surging germ hair qi escaped from the branch, in the faint halo, the impatiens that had withered for many days suddenly revived and bloomed again.

Old man Xu found a treasure in the medicine garden, planted the branches of the immortal tree, and took care of it. Li An was caught as a hard laborer, and he arranged the spirit gathering array with fear. I'm afraid that one is not well controlled and blows down the small sapling.

The longevity tree is quite spiritual, and soon grows a fourth leaf, but unfortunately the branch grows crooked. Old man Xu observed for a moment, and found that which direction Li An was standing in, which side Changshengmu was tilting towards, and said in his heart: "Apprentice, Feng Qingyan has passed on the Taichu Xuantian Gong to you?"

Li An nodded, and according to the master's guidance, he knelt on one knee, pressed his hands on the ground, and slowly crossed the aura. The long-lived wood stretched out its fifth, sixth, and seventh leaves, and instantly grew a foot taller. The emerald green on the leaves is even more intense, the branches are crystal clear, and a soft halo escapes little by little, enveloping the entire medicine garden......

It was late at night, but it wasn't quiet, and the broken swords on the walls kept making strange buzzing sounds. Ang Lee tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, got up in his clothes, took off his long sword, and threw it out of the window.

As soon as I lay down, I heard a whoosh, and the curtains suddenly rolled upside down, a cold wind poured in through the window, and the long sword returned. Li Anxin moved, his father said that some ancient sects of immortal cultivation have secret techniques that can communicate with magic weapons, resonate, and persist for many years to cultivate machine spirits. Treasures with machine spirits can spontaneously protect their masters, and after becoming ownerless, they will even choose a new owner.

Since the foundation was built, Li An was able to see things in the dark, picked up the long sword, injected aura, and there was no reaction, it was still broken copper and iron, and it didn't look like a treasure with a sword spirit. He said to himself, "Did you come back by yourself?"

Someone outside the window suddenly sneered and whispered, "Idiot! ”

The voice was soft and pleasant, Li Anxin itched like a cat, opened the curtains, and a bright moonlight poured in. A young girl stood quietly outside the window with a narrow smile. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows and graceful demeanor, and a faint moonlight seemed to be gazing on her dress.