Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

When Luo Yuqing walked back to the monk of Tingyu Pavilion in a daze, suddenly a closed black gold fractured fan stood in front of her.

"Friends of Taoist and stay."

The voice of the person holding the folding fan was elegant and gentle, like a clear spring, Luo Yuqing raised his head, and saw a white-clothed monk with a handsome face standing in front of him, with stars in his eyes.

She looked at the deep black eyes of the other party, and suddenly she was surrounded by a violent spirit. She woke up from the trance, and the inexplicable fear that lingered in the heart also faded like a tide. She looked back, but saw that the person who had just spoken to herself was already far away? A young man in black went with him.

She showed a little confusion on her face, even if she turned into jealousy, she turned her head back, and recognized that the person in front of her was the young pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion who had several fate. Help each other, otherwise the rain will almost become a heart attack."

Chen Weiyuan still stared at the two people in the distance, smiled slightly and said: "A few small things, don't fellow Taoists? You must take it to heart."

Luo Yuqing still has lingering fears, "Can the young pavilion master recognize those two? Especially the black-clothed monk who has just stepped out of the ascending stage, his eyes seem to be confusing. What's more, he can reach the top ascending stage in ten days. It is unprecedented. But such a character, Yuqing has never heard of it before."

Chen Weiyuan said: "I know my teacher well. The apprentice he accepted has met several times, but today, he has given me many surprises." He retracted the folding fan, tapping his palm, and his lips. The smile showed a little meaning.

...

As soon as Ye Yunlan set foot on the mountain road, Shen Shu approached him and said, "Master, it's a long way down the mountain. Let me take you for a ride."

"Oh?" Ye Yunlan tilted his head, with a hint of surprise on his face, "have you learned the method of the sword?"

Generally speaking, apart from some secret magic and Taoism, the sword repairer can only sacrifice and practice? The sword can be used behind the natal spirit sword. Since the day of Shen Shu practicing the sword, Ye Yunlan has been collecting materials for Shen Shu to create an excellent spirit. Sword, and the materials were finally collected at the Psychic Stream Cultivation Bazaar. After Huizong can start casting?.

Shen Shu said: "Get some inheritance of Taoism from the ascendant stage, and you can fly the sword for a while." His palms were imprinted, and the iron in his hand floated in front of the two of them, and at the same time, a sword glow was spit out from the sword. , Enough for two people to stand on top.

Shen Shu jumped onto the sword, bent over and stretched out his hand towards Ye Yunlan, "Come on."

The young man's hands are generous and powerful?. The ink hair has long eyes, and his eyes are deep.

Ye Yunlan glanced quietly, raised his hand to hold it, was pulled up by Shen Shu, and quickly stood still on the flying sword.

"Although this mortal iron can still fly with a short-term imperial sword," Shen Shu stood behind him and said with a low smile, "It's just that I'm still looking forward to the spirit sword that Master will refine for me..."

The laughter fell into his ears, making Ye Yunlan's body slightly stiff.

His fingertips hanging down to his side were stiff and curled up, and said lightly: "Don't you? Do you want to eat apricot flower cake? Hurry up."

Shen Shu laughed again? Then he said, "Okay."

Feijian's spirit light swallowed, drawing a long mark in the void.

Although Tianchi Mountain has an air ban, it only requires that the flying height of the magic weapon cannot exceed a hundred feet above the ground. Under the control of Shen Shu, Fan Tie's long sword swept across the mountain road at the speed of the wind, the cold wind hunted and blew the robe, it was slightly cold, but in the next moment, Shen Shu's hands were wrapped around? His waist, spiritual power Turned into a barrier to isolate the cold wind.

Feijian has reached the maximum height of Tianchi Mountain, and the pale white mountain fog is enveloping. From the air, you can see the winding mountain road and the willow green and red next to the mountain road.

Shen Shu said: "When the disciple has his own life spirit sword in the future, he can cultivate the real sword, and then he can take the master to fly in the air. I know that Master does not like to travel far, but not to go to Tibet Xiufeng. Yanhui Peak is not far away, and there is a valley of red flames in which the flowers bloom in spring. If you look down from the sky, it should be a beautiful view."

Ye Yunlan didn't speak.

He remembered that a long time ago, he also flew with a sword.

But, it was a long, long time ago.

At that time, he and Demon Zun had lived in seclusion in Zhongzhou for more than ten years.

Their identities were exposed, and they were besieged and killed by the immortal gate.

Mozun was seriously injured, and took his sword out of the net of heaven and earth arranged by the immortal gate.

The other party held his waist tightly with his hands, and his head rested on his shoulders.

The cold wind was bitter, and the blood that slowly penetrated into his shoulder clothing was hot.

He tilted his head and saw that the other party's hair was tangled in a mess with himself, almost irrespective of each other.

The Shura sword is the sword of evil ways of killing. It has a violent temper and can't even be touched by others except the devil.

However, Shura Jian did not reject him.

Demon Lord's chest rises and falls, and a **** nose sprayed into his ears.

Until this time, there was still no panic in this person's voice, as usual with a low-key smile.

"Does it look good?" Demon Lord said.

Standing on the Shura sword, he saw a golden field on the ground spreading across the horizon, connecting with the orange-red sunset, and the heaven and the earth continued to form a magnificent picture.

So he said softly: "It looks good."

The demon said: "You used to live in the sect to practice. After entering my magic palace, because of my own desires, I taught you to stay with me all year round. Later, because of me, I was trapped in the Buddha Tower for a hundred years." The other party coughed. The voice continued, "The world is vast, and you have never seen many scenery."

"Xianchang, don't I? After that, you should go more? Look at this world."

In the next hundred years, he watched all over the world.

A tender cry suddenly sounded.

"Tweet!"

A small yellow hair ball stuck out a small head from his collar, and Black Doudou's eyes looked curiously at the flying world around him.

Shen Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled again: "Master, where is this little chicken baby?"

Ye Yunlan said: "I met in the mountains and I followed up by myself."

Shen Shu: "Master took him by his side. Didn't he treat him as a pet?"

Ye Yunlan faintly said "Huh"?

"Didn't I know that Master had the leisurely heart of keeping pets..." Shen Shu pulled the little chicken out of Ye Yunlan's shirt. "If it's a pet, does it have a name?"

Ye Yunlan: "Nothing."

Shen Shu said with great interest: "No? What if I give it a name?"

Ye Yunlan: "...it's up to you."

"I was born with such a fluffy and likable look," Shen Shu looked at the little chicken cub, his tone aggravated in "likable"? A ribbon of malicious crimson flashed across his eyes. No? If it's called Maoqiu."

The little chicken cub fluttered its wings in Shen Shu's hand, and yelled "chop", seemingly dissatisfied with the name.

Shen Shu: "Master also thinks this name is not wrong? Isn't it wrong, eh?"

Ye Yunlan didn't speak, but only raised his hand to pick up the little chicken cub from Shen Shu's hand, rubbing its fluffy head with his fingers.

The little chicken licked his palm, not willing to calm down.

The two soon came to the small town under the mountain.

I bought apricot flower cake and came to a lakeside grassland. Shen Shu sat on the grass, with one leg bent, sitting with his long sword on his side, eating and frowning, and occasionally commented: "Sweet?" "

"The apricot blossoms have been left for too long, are they fresh enough, and the mung beans are not ground enough?"

"The steaming time isn't enough, isn't it soft enough."

Ye Yunlan sat aside, leaning against the tree trunk, quietly watching Shen Shu.

Mottled tree shadows hit his face, hiding his expression.

He held the faint blue sempervivum that Shen Shu had squeezed back with his fingertips, and put his other hand on the grass, and the fur ball was bouncing around his hand.

After Shen Shu finished eating the last piece of apricot blossom mung bean cake, he looked over lazily.

"The apricot flower cake in this small mortal city actually doesn't taste very good."

"Or after returning to the sect, the disciple will cook it for Master by himself, okay?"