The sky has not turned over the white belly of the fish, and it is still a long and bitter night.

Leng Xiao walked forward, holding a pot of tea in his hand. Good tea will be brewed, not yet tasted, if it is wasted, it will be ashamed of the sky and the earth.

A moment later, when he reached Shi Lingxi's residence, the closed door opened automatically. Leng Xiao didn't say a word, and walked in slowly.

After entering, he put the teapot on the table, and Shi Lingxi had already changed into his night clothes and changed into a disciple's outfit. There was a pile of ashes next to the stove, and before it could be cleaned up, the smoke curled up, and it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but the pungent smell could be smelled. There were still a few grains of sparks above the ashes, which flickered a few times before they were completely calm. Since ancient times, the birds have been hidden, the rabbits have died and the dogs have been cooked, and this night suit, after making a moment of camouflage for the master, has only ended up like this.

Shi Lingxi was originally sitting on the bed, but after Leng Xiao entered, he knelt down and bowed his head to confess: "The disciple knows his mistake." ”

Leng Xiao straightened the two teacups and poured the tea. The tea is steaming hot, taking a sip, it is still a little hot, but it is quite comfortable and leisurely. He handed a teacup to Shi Lingxi, who hesitated slightly, not knowing whether to take it or not. In the end, he still held the teacup in the palm of his hand, and waited until Leng Xiao said the word "drink" before taking a sip.

The tea is bitter, she is so absent-minded, she can only feel the bitterness brought by the tea when it soaks into the taste buds, but she can't feel the aftertaste brought by the tea flowing into her throat.

Leng Xiao's palm was raised, and Shi Lingxi's body was held up by a soft force, and his knees were still a little bent, but he couldn't kneel. Leng Xiao asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

Shi Lingxi bit her lip and didn't answer, but she didn't dare not answer. Although Leng Xiao is not happy in her eyes, she still has the identity of a strict teacher. She said, "Disciples shouldn't trespass on forbidden places," she paused, and then said, "My mother is seriously ill, and my disciple wants to take a drop of Xianlu from her eyes. ”

As a demon king, Shi Yao would not be unaware of whether there was fairy dew in the well, and what Shi Lingxi said was just a nonsense of retreating. Leng Xiao could almost conclude in his heart that Shi Lingxi entered the Blue Scar Sect precisely to look back at the heart of the well.

Xu is not deeply involved in the world and does not know how to hide, and the pain in her eyes flows from the bleak moonlight into Leng Xiao's heart. What Shi Lingxi said, there are both true and false, could it be that this time the well heart can cure Qiu Yuru's illness?

Leng Xiao stood with his hands in his hands, drank all the tea, and then said, "Do you know that it is the next step?"

His words were flat, but Shi Lingxi's body trembled, his expression was complicated, there was fear, hatred, and some hazy emotions, maybe it was rescued by Meng Leng Xiao on the ladder, a variety of emotions were mixed, even she didn't know what kind of image Leng Xiao was in her heart.

Leng Xiao continued: "There is a formation seal in the forbidden land, and if there is no token, it will be difficult for the Yuanying Monk to enter. Or do you think that your cultivation can be comparable to that of the sect master?"

He hesitated for a long time, and after all, he didn't say that there was no longer a look back at Xianlu in the well, but just said lightly: "Your Uncle Qiu is going to get married soon, you don't want to make a mistake again." This teapot is given to you, take a few more teases, and don't act so recklessly. ”

When leaving, Leng Xiao dropped a pot of tea on the table. Shi Lingxi picked it up and saw that the lid had faded a little, looking very smooth, and the tea leaves were also very old, but very full. He liked this tea and didn't give up this tea, but he gave the whole jar to this uncompetitive apprentice.

Shi Lingxi's fingers tightened, and his expression was a little confused. Leng Xiao protected her twice, but did not say a word heavy. She only said that she was a gentleman on the surface of Leng Xiao, and she was a disciple of herself, but she also had selfish intentions.

She smashed the wooden jar against the wall, shattering into several cloves, and the tea leaves were scattered all over the ground. Shi Lingxi didn't feel enough, stepped forward and stepped on two feet, and said hatefully: "Who doesn't know that you are a drunkard, why pretend to be pretending! Don't think that I will be grateful to you, sooner or later, one day, which of your hands kills Uncle Xiao, I will cut off which of your hands!"

She picked up the teacup, which she took a sip of and never touched again. Her fingers trembled a little, and she looked at the tea quietly, but her eyes were red. She raised her hand, tilted the rim of the cup, drank the tea in one gulp, and put the two cups back in their original positions.

Tea, still warm. Her heart is cold. I don't know if it's outdated, it turns out that she also likes this bitterness.

Since the news of the marriage came out, Qiu Yansheng has disappeared, I don't know where he went, some people speculated, saying that Qiu Yansheng went to the Hundred Flowers Sect, and he had been on the kang with his wife all day long.

On this day, Leng Xiao was summoned by Qingjian Zhenren, so he knew how much Qiu Yansheng had been wronged. When Leng Xiao saw Qiu Yansheng again, he almost didn't recognize this person.

Although Qiu Yansheng was ragged and filthy, his whole person was like a sharp sword. It turned out that Mu Liuyan had held a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, so the wedding held for Zhang Cuihua was also in this form.

"Cuihua's cultivation is not low, if he is defeated, Qiu's reputation in this life will be in vain. ”

He suddenly lifted a sharp sword, raised it diagonally, and wrote freely in the air, and chiseled a few lines of large characters on the distant mountain wall, and he did not know which passage in which scripture. The font is strong, horizontal and vertical.

Qingjian Zhenren summoned Leng Xiao to come, there was an important matter, which was quite urgent. I only heard the Qingjian real person say: "In the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts in the Holy Land of Tongtian, all the spirit beasts under the seat have defected, some have cultivated to the highest level, and many have turned into demons. ”

Leng Xiao asked, "What does the sect master mean?"

Qingjian Zhenren glanced at Leng Xiao and said: "The spirit beasts of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall lack the wisdom to be restrained, and it is really strange to suddenly turn into a demon, and there must be hands and feet of the demon clan in this." ”

Leng Xiao asked again: "What do you have to do with me?"

Hearing this, Qingjian Zhenren laughed: "Although this statement is ruthless, it is not false. No matter how busy it is in the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts, I will not wait for the spectators at the tea table. ”

There was one thing he didn't say. How could the demon race be born to be enslaved? Perhaps, the human race has indeed become the queen of the sky, and with the growth of age, the wisdom of the soul is self-opened. Before the spirit beasts turned into demons, most of them only had instinct, and plants were even worse. Being able to practice clearly has paid more than the human race, but on the contrary, it is looked down upon by the human race and regarded as immoral.

After Qingjian Zhenren finished laughing, he heard him say again: "Do you know that a demon cultivator has been sealed under the forbidden land of the Lanhui Sect?"

Leng Xiao's eyes fluctuated for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he didn't forget this demon, but remembered Xia Kite, Bai Xiao and others. This farewell has not been seen for more than ten years.

Seeing that Leng Xiao was silent, Qingjian Zhenren still didn't know about him, and said: "That demon cultivator is a small Jiao, and the Lanhui faction is a little invincible, so you can deal with it." ”

Before his words fell, Qiu Yansheng suddenly shouted: "Master, don't! The disciple is going to get married in three days, and Senior Brother Leng will be taken away at this time, how can I catch up with the disciple's wedding?"

Qingjian Zhenren suddenly snorted coldly: "There are only a few people available in the sect, the Great Elder is in charge of foreign affairs, Elder Luo maintains order, and the teacher has to sit in the sect to prevent villains from making trouble." And you say, who else can get rid of that little demon?"

Qiu Yansheng choked on his words, and muttered: "Send a few more people to ......"

Before he finished speaking, Leng Xiao interrupted and said, "Let the disciple go." Senior Brother Qiu, congratulations in advance, Senior Brother will not be able to participate in the big wedding. ”

"Senior brother Gaoyi, you go, how can Qiu's private affairs be compared to a life. Qiu Yansheng sighed lightly and said no more.

Three days later, Leng Xiao was still on his way to the Lanhui faction, and he was in the dust, but the Qingji Sect had already beaten gongs and drums, put up lanterns, and the guests were like clouds.

In the crowd, there were Taoist monks and monks, laughing and politely with each other, and getting along well. The disciples of the Blue Trace Sect kept shuttling through the crowd, serving tea and water, full of curiosity about the senior sister of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

But even people who don't know Zhang Cuihua have a bit of a slander about this name, which seems a little rustic. There are acquaintances, praising Qiu Yansheng's courage, and those who don't know are even more surprised in their hearts, Mu Liuyan, the sect leader of the Hundred Flowers Sect, is it possible to become a strange cultivator?

And now Qiu Yansheng is a true disciple of Qingjian, and he is also right with Zhang Cuihua.

On the competition platform, Zhang Cuihua wore a red hijab, so that outsiders could not see her face clearly. The smile on Qiu Yansheng's face couldn't be contained, and he took two steps onto the competition platform. Recruiting relatives in a martial arts competition, if he wins Zhang Cuihua, he can marry a wife, how can he ask others to take the lead?

A disciple looked at Zhang Cuihua and said in surprise: "This Senior Sister Zhang's figure doesn't look outstanding. ”

Zhang Cuihua's wedding dress was a little loose, but it couldn't cover her slightly bloated figure. This disciple is a new disciple who knows very little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. And the people around him have been practicing for more than ten years before they open their mouths, and when the words come to their mouths, they swallow them back.

When the junior brother saw that the senior brother was obviously about to say something, his curiosity aroused, and he couldn't suppress it, so he asked one after another. And this senior brother always shook his head and smiled silently. This move undoubtedly made the junior brother more curious about Zhang Cuihua's appearance.

Not to mention Zhang Cuihua, just looking at the few disciples who came with Mu Liuyan, they are all extremely beautiful people, not like they exist in the world, as if they came from a painting. And Mu Liuyan looked back and smiled, but the people who dared to look at her were just two palms, and most people didn't even dare to look at them.

The junior brother vaguely pointed at the man beside Mu Liuyan and asked, "The Hundred Flowers Sect doesn't accept men, who is next to Sect Master Mu?"

This question stopped the senior brother, he secretly glanced at Yan Chen, and was speechless for a while, but he couldn't say that he was ignorant, and he pretended to be deep, smiled and shook his head.

The disciple didn't know that the senior brother's chest was empty, so he nodded ignorantly. Looking at it, everyone feels novel and profound, but when I first entered this way, it seems so shallow.

After the elders of their respective sects said a few words loudly, the competition began. Zhang Cuihua is wearing a wedding dress, and although Qiu Yansheng is nominally Zhang Cuihua's fiancé, he is not qualified to wear a wedding dress before he defeats Zhang Cuihua.

The breeze was blowing, and the red hijab on Zhang Cuihua's head fluttered gently, revealing a seductive red lip when it was gently raised. Just thinking about it makes people's hearts itch.

Qiu Yansheng raised his hand and motioned for Zhang Cuihua to invite first. The woman had only taken a step forward, and an abrupt voice suddenly came from among the guests below: "Slow down!"

As soon as these words came out, don't say that the two people on the martial arts platform, don't say that the elders of the two sects of the Blue Sprint Sect and the Hundred Flowers Sect, just the guests who came, also felt rude, and thought in their hearts, could it be that the person who spoke had a treasure to offer?

Following the sound, there is a man in a strong suit between the Taoist monks and monks, and his appearance is also handsome, and he is born with a strong force, at this moment, there are people in the rear whose eyes are blocked, and they can't see this person. This person jumped forward, jumped directly onto the competition platform, and stood not far from Qiu Yansheng.

"Inhuman?" someone whispered.

The monks of the Five Domains have different customs and clothing, and the strangers in the Eastern Regions are the best to recognize. The Blue Sprint Sect feasts the world, unless there are famous traitors and evildoers, it is easy to enter the wedding banquet, and it is not strange to have a stranger present.

Qingjian Zhenren stroked his beard and ignored it. Mu Liuyan's eyes also swept the person's eyes lightly, but the corners of his mouth flashed a smile, and said, "Interesting." ”

The junior's matter is left to the juniors to solve. When Qiu Yansheng looked at this strange person, he immediately frowned slightly, his steps did not move, he only turned his head to look, still maintaining his due demeanor, and said, "What does this mean, brother?"

This person turned to Qiu Yansheng and Zhang Cuihua and saluted, and said with a smile: "Returning to the sea under the sea, people are born in the Eastern Regions." Miss Zhang is beautiful, and she also yearns for her below, and hopes that her brother will forgive her sins, so it's no wonder that she is eager. ”

When Qiu Yansheng heard this, his expression suddenly became a little colder, but he still had to take care of the face of the sect, so it was not good to attack directly, so he just squinted and said, "It turned out to be Brother Guihai." Even if Brother Guihai has this intention, do you have to pay attention to a first-come-first-served approach?"

Guihaike suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Qiu's words are wrong, you and I, as men, how can we consume Miss Zhang in the battle of wheels? ”

When he said this, he said that Qiu Yansheng would undoubtedly be defeated, Qiu Yansheng sneered three times, suddenly raised a long sword in his hand, and only said: "Brother Guihai, please!"

Seeing this, the returning guest smiled and said, "Please also ask Miss Zhang to wait aside." ”

Zhang Cuihua got off the competition platform and stood on the side and looked up.

"Brother Qiu, please. ”

When the words of the returning sea guest fell, Qiu Yansheng's figure disappeared in place in an instant, as his name was, like a wild goose returning to the south, and the long sword in his hand drew a moon white arc and landed beside the returning sea guest.

"The sword has no eyes, Brother Guihai is careful!"

"Thank you Brother Qiu for reminding me, Brother Qiu can take care of himself. ”

This sword move amazed many disciples, and Gui Haike only waved his arm, as if he had grabbed the tail feathers of a swallow, and put it on the sword grid. Qiu Yansheng's long sword was shocked, and the returner also let go.

Taking advantage of the situation, his other hand swayed out a layer of waves like a swimming fish, slapped through the air, and made a few explosions, Qiu Yansheng raised his sword, and the front was clearly empty, and there was still a sound of collision on the sword, which made Qiu Yansheng's body stunned.

At this moment, a circle of his sleeves was shattered and scattered all over the ground. The returning sea guest was unforgiving, pressing step by step, putting his palms together, and the sound of waves resounding in his ears between the palms, and the entire competition platform became a vast sea.

An old man praised: "This son's attainments on the Avenue of Water are so great, and the future is terrifying!"

There are three thousand avenues, there is no strength or weakness, and if you cultivate to the extreme, you can reach the sky.