dragon evil

Chapter 200 Who is Sichun
In the cabinet, the sword boy guarding the sword was dozing off in the middle of the night, and the candle was flickering on the long platform where the broken sword was enshrined.

Quietly, a small marble rolled into the room, and then a puff of smoke rose under Jiantong's head in a little bit.

Immediately afterwards, Jiantong leaned over and passed out.

Not long after, a petite one slipped in and stuck out his tongue at Can Jian playfully.

"Grandpa Sword Spirit." Li Luoluo said cautiously: "Are you asleep?"

Can Jian did not move, as if lifeless.

Unwilling to give up, Li Luoluo approached again, then cupped his hands and closed his eyes: "The world is mysterious and yellow, the universe is wild, Grandpa Sword Spirit come out soon."

It's the same as worshiping the gods, even the sword spirit can't help but smile, and can't help but get out of the broken sword.

Li Luoluo opened her eyes and saw the phantom of the sword spirit, her eyes glowed with excitement: "Grandpa Sword Spirit!"

Sword Spirit held back his laughter and said, "What else do you want to ask?"

This Young Pavilion Master has been coming frequently recently, especially during the days when Hao Qiong was away.

Although the Master of the Young Pavilion is the inheritor of the Huanjian Pavilion in the future, this little girl is still too young and has grown up in the cabinet since she was a child. Her mind and aspects are always lacking in maturity, making it difficult for people to respect her. Psychologically, the elders of various peaks are not so much in awe, they are more half pampering and half teaching.

The same is true for Sword Spirit, even though he knows that this is not a proper way of teaching, but looking at Li Luoluo's appearance, he can't be cruel.

Li Luoluo grinned, and walked around the sword spirit, with vivid eyes: "Where is my father going?"

Sword Spirit glanced at her: "No matter where your father goes, you can't leave the cabinet for half a step."

Li Luoluo was a little depressed, puffed up her face: "Isn't it okay to go to the outer court?"

Jian Ling frowned: "It's fine, what are you doing in the outer pavilion?"

Li Luoluo kicked away the pebble in front of her, lowered her head and shook her body: "I have a friend over there!"

The sword spirit was unmoved: "Not allowed."

Li Luoluo sighed, and said again: "Then Grandpa Jianling knows everything inside and outside the Huanjian Pavilion like the back of his hand, right?"

Sword Spirit was a little vigilant: "Are you trying to trick me again?"

"Hey!" Li Luoluo whispered: "Recently, Wujian has been going out every night, is he in a relationship? If I expose..."

The corners of Jian Ling's mouth twitched, and he looked at her speechlessly: "There is a task left by the pavilion master in Wujian. If you have such gossip thoughts, you might as well practice your sword more."

Li Luo stomped his feet in frustration: "Practicing swords, people practice swords every day, and I have been practicing swords for more than ten years. They all say that I am a once-in-a-thousand-year genius in the Huanjian Pavilion. Haven't I encountered a bottleneck now? "

Jian Ling suddenly had nothing to say. Although Li Luoluo was naughty and crying, she really crushed a group of true disciples in terms of swordsmanship talent.

Seeing that Jian Ling was a little moved, Li Luoluo struck while the iron was hot: "Grandpa Jian Ling, can I ask you for someone?"

Sword Spirit was a little surprised: "Huh?"

Li Luoluo said, her eyes sparkling: "Do you know that the first freshman in the outer court, Zhang Tian?"

Sword Spirit's expression immediately became strange: "You little girl, how do you know this person?"

Li Luoluo blinked and said, "He is my friend!"

After all, the little girl felt a little depressed, and said: "I have no friends in the cabinet. Although I have a high status, the disciples of the true biography treat me respectfully, but I know that it is all fake. Behind the scenes, they are either jealous or they are trying to treat me When children see it, no one is really in awe of the Young Pavilion Master, or what they fear is the Young Pavilion Master's identity, not me, Li Luoluo."

With these words, the sword spirit was slightly moved. Li Luoluo was younger than the youngest true disciple, but she was innocent and romantic without a heart of cruelty. If she hadn't been born too tall, it would have been difficult for her to survive in the Illusory Sword Pavilion.

Li Luoluo said, tears streaming down: "Grandpa Sword Spirit, just let me go to the outer pavilion, Zhang Tian was punished to the west mountain cliff, I don't know if he is still alive, I want to go and see .”

Jian Ling suddenly had a headache, and could only reveal a little information: "I don't know what's going on with Zhang Tian, ​​but Wu Jian goes to the outer pavilion every night, you can ask him about it."

"Thank you, Grandpa Sword Spirit!" Li Luoluo's eyes lit up, and she ran out with great joy.

The sword spirit looked at the back of the little girl, his eyes flickering. When his sword spirit body was free, the only friend of the master of the young pavilion turned out to be the master of the next generation of sword spirit.

Is this a coincidence?
……

Wujian abided by the agreement every day, and ran to the west mountain of the Waige at night.

There is also competition between true disciples, and it is still very fierce. There are many things that are fought openly and secretly for resources and power.

As for ordinary disciples, there are even more people who want to take Wu Jian's position.

The number of true disciples is limited, and the competition is fierce.

The strange situation in Wujian naturally attracted the attention of many people, and gradually began to have gossip and slander.

In the less serious case, it was rumored that Wu Jian was in the outer court with some female disciples. This did not violate the court rules, but the influence was not good, and his character was questioned.

More importantly, some people said that Wujian had close ties with people outside the Huanjian Pavilion, and was also related to the disappearance of the pavilion owner.

No one dared to spread the latter, but some people deliberately detonated the bomb.

But Wu Jian himself didn't know about it at all, he was now wholeheartedly thinking about how to fight swords with Zhang Tian at night.

That's right, after a few days, sword practice has risen to sword fighting.

Wu Jian suppressed his cultivation base at the early stage of the spirit master and Zhang Tiandou, and they were evenly matched almost every time, which made Wu Jian lose face.

Most importantly, he also needs to come up with something different every day.

Because Zhang Tian actually knows how to steal!
Is it so ridiculous to secretly learn swordsmanship on the spot without any mental skills?

Once or twice was fine, but Zhang Tian did this every day, scaring Wu Jian every day.

At the same time, after a few days, the speed at which Zhang Tian's swordsmanship improved was even more appalling. Even the spirit master could not hold back at the early stage, and Wu Jian didn't want to fight Zhang Tian with his mid-stage spiritual master's cultivation.

Doesn't this mean that if the two have the same cultivation base, he can't beat Zhang Tian?
So he had to think hard every day, trying to find something to get out.

Wu Jian felt that this was his top priority in the past 16 years. If Zhang Tian was not dealt with, his surname would not be Wu!

In the early morning of this day, Wu Jian was once again stimulated by Zhang Tian to return to the cabinet, but no sooner had his front foot stepped into the room than the rear door closed automatically.

Wu Jian was still thinking, staring blankly at the closed door in a daze.

Li Luoluo waved his hand in front of his eyes several times but there was no response, and finally he could only pat him heavily on the shoulder.

Snapped!
When the severe pain came, Wu Jian was terrified.

Seeing that it was Li Luoluo, Wu Jian hastily saluted: "I have seen the Young Pavilion Master."

Li Luoluo looked at him suspiciously: "Where's Sichun?"

Wu Jian had a question mark on his face: "Who is Sichun?"

(End of this chapter)