The night is getting darker, the people have left, the insects hidden in the grass have sung songs again, and it is rare that some breeze falls on the riverbank, and Tsukasa Wuji does not know whether to cry or laugh.

Although he didn't know what experience Yue Dongxue had, he could probably guess a lot, but he usually looked at him like an ice cube, and he didn't expect that he would also be angry. Although this way of venting is like a child, it makes people very speechless.

But Qiuyang has gone back, no one listens to his complaints, and he has nowhere to complain.

Compared to the other side, the full moon building is not so calm. The snow ghost originally wanted to chat with his young master, but found that the room was already empty, so he could only sit helplessly in the backyard and look at the moon and Huaiyuan.

It looks like it's a lot worse than the purple moon in Dongyue Town, there is no kind of purple dream scene, there is no kind of comfort that makes people relax, and more importantly, there is no girl who makes people forget, so it is very boring and boring.

Just when he was bored, a sudden sound made his heart almost skip a beat.

"Boy, so idle, are you floating?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a porcelain doll jumped on his shoulder, not forgetting to blow on his neck.

"Ghost!" the snow ghost subconsciously exclaimed, but immediately remembered who he was, a little embarrassed.

"Uh...... Forest...... Senluo ......"

The snow ghosts are hesitant and want to say hello, but they don't know what to say.

"Sen, you're big!" Qiuyang kicked him in the ear, and said angrily: "Call me Uncle Qiuyang!"

"Okay, okay, Uncle Qiuyang!" the snow ghost agreed again and again, for fear of annoying him again. After all, Qiuyang's arrogant appearance when he appeared during the day, if it weren't for Tsukasa Wuji's threat to make him admit the master, maybe everyone present couldn't do anything about him.

As a person who has experienced it firsthand, he knows very well that he can be the same as the mound, and the snow ghost is not a fool, how can a self-conscious weapon be a mortal thing?

"This ...... That one...... Uncle Qiuyang, I don't know if you suddenly drive, do you have any advice?" the snow ghost asked cautiously, not even daring to twist his head too much, for fear of offending him.

"What can I do? I'm fine, but seeing you're so idle, I think you're in trouble!"

I don't know if it's the influence of Tsukasa Wuji, Qiuyang also has a smell of yin and yang when he speaks.

Without giving the snow ghost a chance to answer, he continued: "You say, do you think that after the master recognized you as the master, you have a sense of accomplishment, and you feel that you are floating and can fly to the sky side by side with the sun?

The snow ghost opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, it only turned into four words: "You said you were laughing!"

"Isn't it?"

"No! I'm just a wreck, and it's good to survive. ”

"Yo, and self-knowledge? I thought you were already invincible in the world, in that case, why don't you go to the master to cultivate?"

Qiuyang said that he had already stood up on the snow ghost's shoulder, and grabbed the snow ghost's earlobe with his little hand, and the vitality was secretly moving, and the snow ghost grinned in pain.

"Don't, don't, don't! Uncle Qiuyang, I was wrong, so I'll go and cultivate. Covering his ears, the snow ghost stood up and walked back with his shoulders crooked, and came into the house in a few steps.

The snow ghost's room is next door to Yue Dongxue, and the eighth master, who has been staying in Yue Dongxue's room, came to the door at some point, shrunk under the eaves and stared at the night sky, and naturally saw this scene. It didn't care, though, just glanced at it and continued to look back.

As soon as the snow ghost came to the room and sat down, Qiu Yang also let go of his hand, rubbed it on the table and knocked on the cup, the meaning was self-evident.

"Uncle Qiuyang, you rest first, and I'll cultivate. Picking up the teacup, the snow ghost obediently poured a cup of tea for Qiuyang, and after finishing his respectful words, he sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to start meditating on luck.

Qiuyang picked up the teacup and didn't drink it, but poured it directly on the snow ghost's head very unceremoniously, pouring a heart-chilling cold.

"Are you really stupid or fake, if you let you cultivate, you will cultivate, and you don't ask if you have any tricks, just like you, you are just a fart after cultivating for tens of millions of years, believe it or not?"

Inexplicably, it was another scolding, and there were only 10,000 mud and grass left in the snow ghost's heart, but he also heard what Qiuyang meant, and seemed to be about to teach something, so he immediately came to his senses, and asked hard: "Then I don't know what Uncle Qiuyang knows?"

The script developed according to his own ideas in a blink of an eye, and his vanity was satisfied, of course Qiuyang was very satisfied, and suddenly changed his attitude.

Flying in front of the snow ghost, Qiu Yang said earnestly: "Boy, Sen Luo Xiaoyao is not only a weapon, he is also a person. In that era, this name was synonymous with arrogance, and now he is no longer there, but the lord sees that you are still a good material, so I will give you his inheritance, and his cultivation path is the same as yours, and you can be regarded as his successor from generation to generation, as for how far you can go in the future, it is all up to you. ”

"Yes!" the snow ghost nodded happily, he was really sleepy, someone sent a pillow, he was depressed about how to go in the future, and immediately helped him. As for Tsukasa Wuji's weapons or something, if he can believe it, then there will be ghosts.

And Qiuyang was not ambiguous at this time, his body slowly landed, and he stopped at a foot above the ground. In the expectant eyes of the snow ghost, he leisurely raised his foot and kicked it on the snow ghost's dantian.

"Bang!"

Although the snow ghost's body is strong, he is now a weak guy in cultivation, and he was directly kicked by Qiu Yang, hit the wall hard, and fainted instantly.

Qiuyang seemed to have expected that at the moment when the snow ghost fell, Sen Luo Xiaoyao instantly flew out of the snow ghost's dantian and turned into a dragon and phoenix hovering beside him. What's even more amazing is that the snow ghost has fainted, but he got up as if he was being pulled by someone, and entered a state of concentration with his heart facing the sky.

Seeing that he had entered the state so quickly, Qiu Yang nodded proudly, and then pinched a seal with both hands, and the dragon and phoenix were inspired, and opened his mouth to spit out countless divine breath to the snow ghost.

As soon as the breath of the gods exited, it turned into countless mysterious symbols, and kept burrowing into the body of the snow ghost. And although the snow ghost himself was in a coma, his consciousness entered a chaotic world.

Just when he didn't know why, the place where he landed turned into a majestic peak. The peak of the peak was covered in countless snow, and in front of him was a figure with a sword on his back.

The cold wind was blowing, and the figure was half-looking up at the gray sky in front of him, and his straight body stood unruly between heaven and earth, which made people couldn't help but be moved.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do in the future?" the figure didn't turn around, just said to himself, but the snow ghost felt that the other party was talking to him.

"Live, get stronger!" the snow ghost guessed that this person should be Sen Luo Xiaoyao, so he replied with a respectful salute.

"I'm not satisfied with this answer, what is the meaning of you being strong when you are alive?"

Sen Luo's words were very cold, and even more disdainful. But for some reason, the past experienced over the years is replayed in the snow ghost's mind over and over again.

When he was a child, he was arrogant and domineering, and he was beaten up by a drunkard and changed his life, the purple moon of Dongyue Town, which he liked, the young man who worked hard to practice in the small mountain gate, or the beautiful woman he met when he was young, and he stole the flowers of Lingqiu Courtyard for many years, and then died in the inkstone pond for the little young master...... Those people and things that care about seem to have happened yesterday, as if they are all in front of you.

Thinking of this, the snow ghost said two words in a low voice - guard.

Perhaps because of the biting cold wind, his teeth chattered as he spoke, and his voice was a little indistinct.

But even if this was the case, the phantom of Sen Luo in front of him seemed to be a lot satisfied, and turned to look at him. However, the snow ghost could not see the other party's face clearly, and could only listen to his words.

"I've lost only one person in my life, and he taught me how to take, so I don't like the word guard. But it's fun to think about it once in a while, but if one day something you're trying to protect is violated, tell me, do you have the courage to move forward?"

"If you want to kill for nine days, if you want the world to be your enemy, if you want to backslice with God, if you want you to go against the sky, do you dare?"

Sen Luo's words were loud, but the snow ghost was unmoved, nodded firmly and replied, "Why not?"

After he finished speaking, for some reason, he seemed to feel that Sen Luo was laughing.

But this was only a momentary feeling, and Sen Luo Xiaoyao had stopped looking at him, and flew into the sky wrapped in ice and snow, leaving only one sentence to echo in this space.

"Your personality is not in line with me, but since you are here, how much you can learn depends on your ability, look at it, this is Sen Luo's life!"

The snow ghost followed the prestige, and a small figure stood quietly in the sky, from static to moving, and slowly moved.

Sen Luo's movements were ordinary, at first, like a weak child reaching out for something. Slowly, he gained strength in his hands, learned to punch and kick, and cut and chisel like a villager in the market.

As his speed became faster and his movements became more and more fluid, he seemed to be fighting with someone, and every move and style was very decisive and his strength became stronger and stronger. The wind and snow at the summit changed from slow to rapid, and finally came to an abrupt end. The snow ghost was fascinated by it, as if it had been snatched away.

I don't know how long later, when the snow ghost came back to his senses coldly, he found himself standing in the air, there was no wind and snow around him, the giant peak under his feet turned into countless fragments, and the sky was also cut out of criss-crossing cracks, which was very terrifying.

However, Sen Luo didn't care about his reaction, and shouted: "Look at it, this is the last resort!"

As his words fell, Sen Luo Xiaoyao left Sen Luo Knife and right hand Xiao Yao Sword slashed into the sky together, with endless arrogance. At this moment, the snow ghost seemed to see that the sky had fallen, the earth had cracked, and everything in the world had been destroyed, except for a pair of swords like lamps and candles in the darkness, illuminating a bright road.

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