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When the night gradually grew wanton, Luan City's annual lantern festival kicked off.

Since it is a lantern festival, it pays attention to the word "bright".

At first the dusk faded, Luan City was like a baby who first woke up in a deep sleep, everything was muddy, dark and hazy.

When it opened its eyes, the ever-bright lights, lanterns, and candles were lit in clusters, and the streets and alleys were brightly lit with halo, reflecting the whole city like daylight.

The dry night air envelops the entire city, intermittent, erratic lights like stars like fire, when Ningning stepped into the street, she was squinted by the scorching colorful lights.

"Here is a lantern, there is a small animal-shaped lamp."

Zheng Weiqi drank a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, her pupils turned bright orange in the light: "At this time, I should pass by a beautiful man. The delicate and poor me was knocked backwards by him. , Just between the lightning and the fire——!"

"He grabbed your wrist and pulled it up. Under the action of inertia, you were involuntarily pulled into his arms. The two people looked at each other affectionately and collided with a small spark of love."

Ningning accepted the stubble very cooperatively and bit the candied fruit in his hand.

Having said that, based on the actual situation of Senior Sister Zheng, the strength of Monk Nascent Soul cannot be underestimated. If ordinary people collide with her sword...

Then it becomes a complete horror movie, "Reaper is Coming."

"But you said, what do those elders think?"

Zheng Weiqi said: "We actually let us go to the Demon Refining Tower to practice-is that a place where normal people would go?"

Lin Xun couldn't help shivering just when he heard the three words "refining demon tower".

The elders recently announced the trial grounds for the second round of the Ten Method Conference. For the vast majority of disciples, it is tantamount to a bolt from the blue.

The Tower of Demon Refining was built before the Great War between Immortals and Demons. When the battle was fierce, it naturally became the key attack target of the demons, and it was almost breached several times.

Fortunately, there are many immortal gate elders guarding the tower together, so that the demons will not be born and disturb the world.

Few people have entered the Demon Refining Tower, and most people, including Ningning, have only heard the name in the rumored story.

The huge tower was built by Kunshan. Inside the tower are held a large number of monsters and demons, all of them cruel, maddening and bloodthirsty, and have killed countless civilians. It is called the "very fierce land" by the world.

"It's not bad to save our lives this time, but in the end we still have to compete."

He Zhizhou bought a bunny lantern and lowered his head to play with its ears: "Although it hasn't revealed how to compare it, what else can be done in the demon refining tower? See who kills more."

This is actually a very straightforward method, without any bells and whistles, and relying solely on personal hard power to win. Any school can show its magical powers in its own field of expertise. Except for safety issues, the rest is fine.

——But the elders have carefully prepared for so long, they should have implemented protective measures long ago to ensure that the ten methods will not be reduced to a massacre by demons.

"Let's not talk about this! Today is the Lantern Festival. If you miss it, it will be difficult to meet this event in the future."

Zheng Weiqi smiled: "I've heard that there is a Yuxia Mountain in Luan City, which is the best place to see the whole city. Let's go, Senior Sister will take you to have a look!"

So a group of young apprentices under Tian Xianzi's school, and Jiang Si, who had nothing to do as a tail, came to Yuxia Mountain together under her leadership.

After nightfall, the mountains and forests are extremely grotesque and weird, not to mention that there are no other buildings or people in this place except for a temple at the foot of the mountain.

When Ningning looked up, only the dark shadows of the trees moved by the wind could be seen, like huge waves after another, whimpering up and down in the night.

She came happily, but she did not expect that before the group had time to enter the mountain to find out, they were stopped at the foot of the mountain by a five-strong and three-strong monk.

"Amitabha, Yuxia Mountain belongs to my Luming Temple. The abbot specially ordered that outsiders are not allowed to enter during the lantern festival."

The monk was almost two meters tall. When standing still, he looked like a standing cylindrical wooden pestle: "The people in the city have flocked to the city a few years ago. The birds and beasts in the mountains are all frightened. Excuse me again—"

He suddenly changed his face when he said that, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and stared at Lin Xun without blinking: "Look at this dragon horn...could it be the Taoist Lin Xun of the Xuanxu Sword Sect?"

Lin Xun was inexplicably nodded, his back stiffened subconsciously and nodded blankly.

"Then this must be Dao Chang Zheng, Dao Chang Ning, Dao Meng, Dao Pei--"

The monk's gaze swept across the faces of everyone. When he saw Jiang Si, the volume was obviously louder, and his eyes were as round as his forehead: "Elder Tianxian!"

Ah, what Elder Tianxian, of course he is not.

Just as Jiang Si was about to refute, he listened to Meng Jue who was beside him and said seriously: "Exactly. The little master has good eyesight."

Jiang Si: ...?

"Little monk Wujing, Elder Tianxian, I have always wanted to see you with my own eyes!"

The monk stepped forward excitedly: "You are the dawn of the right way, the spokesperson of the kendo. It is the little monk's long-time wish to meet with Elder Tianxian!"

Jiang Si: "I—"

"Master, you don't have to be so flattered!"

Zheng Weiqi squeezed his arm and said this sentence while transmitting the sound secretly: "It's up to you whether we can go to Yuxia Mountain today!"

Jiang Si:...

Jiang Si's mouth twitched: "Oh."

Ningning also smiled and said, "Since the little master worships Master so much, why don't you say more like him?"

Wu Jing was even more happy when she answered, "Really? Of all the deeds in Elder Tianxian's life, what impressed me the most was that when everyone with him was seriously injured, Yu Fengduling slayed the nine-headed giant with a single sword. Jiao——I wonder if the elder can tell me the scene of that day in detail?"

What is Fengduling? What is the nine-headed giant dragon?

Jiang Si really wanted to answer "No."

But several people around him stared at him with venomous and vicious eyes, like a man on his back, extremely painful. He only felt that he was so pitiful, and none of this group of sword repairers belonged to humans.

"That day, I will never forget it."

He took a deep breath and quietly winked at the people around him, trying to seek support. But seeing Zheng Weiqi playing with her fingernails while whistling, Ning Ning looked down at her feet and feet with her hands behind her back. Although the others were alive, they were actually dead. They stood motionless and said nothing.

To the north, these useless trash things.

"The giant flood is coming fiercely. My fellow students fell to the ground like noodles, all of them foamed at their mouths, their jade bodies were swaying, and the clouds were falling diagonally, and there was a burst of tender voice. I saw pity..."

Jiang Si mobilized all his vocabulary reserves, but suddenly realized a very serious problem.

All his recent readings are from Zheng Weiqi's indescribable small storybook.

"As a sword repairman, how can I let my companion suffer this catastrophe! I am so heartbroken! My tears rushed out uncontrollably, I swung my sword wildly, I yelled, I tear and tear like a crazy wolf Keeping my hair until it's not plucked, I'm going to kill it! Uh-!"

He edited and edited, unexpectedly he had made up his feelings, savagely and madly hammering a big tree beside him, panting like an ox:

"I fought against it for three hundred rounds, and pierced my sharp sword into it mercilessly. It groaned, it yelled, it wagged its tail under me, and I laughed crazy! Ha! Hahahaha! My sword is a rare and famous weapon. How can it be a small evil scorpion! I sprinted with my sword fiercely, and let out a very happy growl——!"

Help! This story is getting more and more wrong!

Ningning was stunned, and after thinking about it, it turned out that it was not the wind, but her heart; it was not that Jiang Si's words were dirty, but her heart was dirty.

After Jiang Si said, he still maintained the posture of hammering the tree with his hand, and took a deep breath again, enduring the red corners of his eyes.

The sound of clapping applause came from the ears, which is exactly the Meng Jue, who has always been gentle and elegant, and light and windy: "It is worthy of being a master. It is really vivid and makes people want to cry."

Although Wu Jing felt that something was not right, she had to applaud in a daze: "The picture is very strong, you deserve to be the elder Tianxian!"

Jiang Si squinted at the corner of his mouth, flicked his messy sideburns, and let out a sneer from his throat.

"By the way, I have another question!"

Wu Jing listened heartily, and curiously said: "Elder Tianxian was born with a sword bone, and he was so young that he was famous for moving the world. I wonder if there is any practice trick?"

He knows a snakeskin stick stick hammer.

Jiang Si's smile solidified.

"I know this!"

The useless waste No. 1 Zheng Weiqi preemptively transmitted the voice: "Master cultivates for six hours a day, and is always trying to figure out the sword spectrum. I heard that in order to save time, the bath water is directly used by river water——"

Before she finished speaking, another voice rang in Jiang Si's head.

Useless waste No. 2 Ningning spoke quickly: "I know I know! He ate the steamed buns overnight when he was hungry, and then he simply bigu absorbed the spirit of the world, bought one after another, and even did not hesitate to make money. I almost went to the flower shop after I sold my pants."

Then there is useless waste No. 3 He Zhizhou: "Uncle Master does not eat or sleep when practicing, and he uses a sword to chop in the Buddha pagoda all day long. If it were me, I would be tired to commit suicide on the spot."

And the useless waste No. 4 Meng Jue: "Just say you practice sword day and night. The master cultivates sword intent every day, and almost gets into trouble, until he becomes the elder of Xuanxu Sword Sect, and never stops practicing. ."

Since it was transmitted to Jiang Si alone, they couldn't hear each other's transmission.

Looking at it individually, maybe all of them are well-founded, but when a brain gathers in the ears of the same person, it is no different from the messy codes of a group of demons.

"Uh, I..."

Jiang Si wanted to escape, but the sight of the little monk before him was as bright as a torch, silently urging him to speak as soon as possible. Those words were mixed together in a chaotic way, he thought for a long while in a muddle, and finally chose to give up thinking.

"When I was hungry, I ate the bath water overnight, chopped with pants in the Hualou all day, and was so tired that I was too tired. To make money, I even committed suicide on the spot until I became the elder of the Xuanxu Sword Sect and never stopped. "

What is this.

The scene was silent.

Xuanxujian sent a few people to turn around and look around at the scenery.

Only Wu Jing was full of horror when she heard it, her pupils quaked, her eyes, mouth and nostrils turned into natural circles, which looked unusually harmonious, like a donut on a plate.

——Could it be that this is the strongest sword repair in the contemporary era! terror! The ultimate horror!

Jiang Si tried hard to hold back the tears in the corner of his eyes: "Um, probably, maybe, that's it."

After talking about the embarrassment, he continued, as if to remedy: "Actually, I still read books. I can read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, hahahahahaha."

Wu Jing hesitated for a moment: "I wonder what books Elder Tianxian reads?"

Just as Jiang Si was about to open his mouth, Zheng Weiqi immediately covered his mouth: "General Rules of Swordsmanship!"

In fact, it is "Cultivation Fengyuelu".

Ningning earnestly added: "The Lonely Light Sword Technique!"

In fact, it is "Bone Eruption: My Domineering Master".

Lin Xun almost cried when he heard it. In order to save the teacher's comment, he timidly tried his best: "Also, there is also the "Sword Classics Twelve Chapters"."

In fact, it is "The Genius Son Bewildered Mother".

Jiang Si couldn't make a sound, so he had to nod his head.

"It turned out to be like this!"

Wu Jing didn't know what she thought of, and she bowed her head in embarrassment and scratched her bald head. A flush of blush floated on the flesh of her face: "There is one last question... Actually, I have always wanted to practice swords with Elder Tianxian. I don't know. Elder, what do you think?"

Fate is fair.

While opening a door for some people, it also closes a window for others.

Jiang Si had already foreseen his future.

Today's wind blows into the eyes, why does it feel a bit spicy?

*

Jiang Si and Wu Jing went to practice their swords.

Without the hindrance of the little monk, going up the mountain would be extremely easy. Ningning followed the mountain road all the way up, through the layers of woods, and soon reached the top of the mountain.

Yuxia Mountain is not the highest, but the field of vision is the widest. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, all the lights of thousands of families fall into the eyes.

In the middle of the night, the neon light was mixed with the billowing smoke haze by the Longyin River, and a layered mist filled with light and gleam, like a tulle rippling with the wind, covering the lights that were connected like pearls.

As for the Longyin River is full of flickering firelight, looking down from a height, it really looks like a hovering dragon, with smoke and waves on its side, with extraordinary aura.

Ning Ning was dazzled, and Zheng Weiqi's talking about the mountain was played in a loop in her ear. When she turned her head inadvertently, as far as she could see, Lin Xun's shadow was suddenly found in the corner.

Little Bailong was separated from everyone by a small distance, and the entire mountain top was shimmering, only the place where he was was shrouded by the shadow of the bushes, covered with a thick shadow like a black cloud.

He was also attentively looking at the scenery below the mountain, probably aware of Ning Ning's gaze, and hurriedly twisted his head.

"What's the matter, why are you standing here alone?"

Ning Ning calmly walked to him, the light in front of him dimmed, leaving only a dim shadow.

"I--"

He didn't think anyone would come over, and he took a step back. Even though I have known Ningning for a long time, Lin Xun still feels nervous when I am alone with her: "I think it's good here."

To be precise, he rarely gets along and talks with anyone alone.

Ningning leaned on the tree trunk, with her hands behind her back, raised her eyes and asked him softly, "How do you feel during your time in the martial arts?"

Lin Xun didn't dare to look at her, and said in a low "um".

Like Pei Ji, he is a solitary and out-of-fit category in the sect.

But unlike the latter, Pei Ji deliberately isolates herself from other people and is bored with unnecessary contact with others; while Lin Xun, although he intends to know more people, has always stopped because of fear and wrapped himself in the absolute Safe cocoon.

He hates himself like this, but he can't do anything about it.

The scene here reminds Lin Xun of the accident in his childhood.

He fell into the abyss alone, beside him was a monster and evil spirit in the shape of a ghost, and as he fell, he could see the fire of the distant city.

Those bright and brilliant eyes seemed to be close at hand, but when he stretched out his hand, he could only touch the void of nothing.

Just like this time.

The lights were everywhere in Luan City, and even Yuxia Mountain was stained with bright colors, but the forest itself was actually pitch black, without the slightest light.

He was not good at words, and seemed to have formed an awkward silence with Ningning.

Lin Xun was anxious for a while, and was trying hard to think about how to talk to her, when suddenly he heard Ning Ning's voice.

She kept laughing: "By the way, I have something for you."

Lin Xun looked up blankly.

The two of them stood under the silent and gloomy shade of the trees, as if completely cut off from the noise of the outside world.

The girl beside her half lowered her head, searching for something in the storage bag. Some light leaked in through the cracks in the branches and fell on the tip of her small nose.

Immediately, Ning Ning raised the corner of her mouth, and a ray of light illuminates her white knuckles.

The dragon youth opened his eyes in amazement.

What appeared in her hand was the Ye Mingzhu that he was thinking of.

Lin Xun did not speak in a daze.

Back then, in that abyss, he had longed for someone to come and pull him, and in despair, he had hoped to touch the unreachable light.

But no one came.

Even if he was rescued from the abyss later, due to the drastic change in temperament, no one except his family was willing to take the initiative to contact him.

——He is so troublesome, he will be shy even to say a word, unable to trust anyone around him, he can only stay in place like a root and drift out of the group alone.

Lin Xun knew about Ningning's financial resources.

This bead can hollow out her little vault.

Why... Even so, I have to buy it and give it to him.

"Give it to you, you must cheer for this trial."

Ningning stood in the halo, raised her eyes and smiled at him: "When you are alone in the future, if you feel scared, take it out and take a look, you can think of us."

It was originally dim with no fingers out of sight, but because of her arrival, the night was dispelled, and the white light was gentle like a dream on the cage.

Then came the human breath, temperature and voice, accompanied by him softly.

Lin Xun took a light breath.

He felt a little hot in the corners of his eyes.

"Little, little elder sister——"

Lin Xun's poached egg has tears, the white jade-like dragon horns are all dyed light pink, and the top is gently shaken: "When we return to the Xuanxu Pie, I will give you all the watermelon, pumpkin and cucumber, and the fried melon skins. I'll never let you beg for dinner anymore."

Ningning laughed out loud, gently held his wrist, and stuffed Ye Mingzhu into the palm of Xiao Bailong's palm: "Okay."

*

Zheng Weiqi used a full month of free scripts as a bargaining chip to make Jiang Si, as Tianxian's son, agree to practice swords with Wu Jing.

When everyone came down from Yuxia Mountain, they happened to ran into them outside the temple gate.

There are crowded crowds of onlookers.

I don't know who was pulling "Butterfly Dance" with an erhu in the distance. In the endless music, Jiang Si was expressionless, and stood with Wu Jing with a look of life and death.

The sound of music, the sword rises. The two stood on tiptoes, lifted the edge of the sword, and let his hand lightly rest on his shoulder.

Every movement is as if being put at 0.25 times the speed, Jiang Si steps his feet, touches the sword, rotates, and then touches the sword. At first glance, it looks like a stumbling butterfly, staggering and perching on a large cylindrical rod.

Someone asked curiously: "Who is the man who practiced the sword with Master Wu Jing?"

"I heard that it is the elder Tianxian of the Xuanxu Sword Sect."

I don’t know who responded: "As expected, he is the man who convinced the whole city of Luan. This butterfly-like dance is so beautiful."

Jiang Si was indifferent, still with an expressionless, dead face. When he turned sideways forward, Wu Jing's entire thin body was pinched by Wu Jing and held up high.

"Butterfly Dance" stepped into a climax at this moment, and the crowd took a breath.

He whirled, whirled, whirled, whirled, and raised his orchid fingers in the posture of seven fairies flying to the sky, no matter the long sword in his hand drew one after another bright light, and finally his figure shook, making a super difficult Thomas full spin in Wu Jing's hand.

Everyone present cheered again and again, and anyone who saw it had to say sincerely: "It's really the elder Tianxian, it's so beautiful!"

It's a beautiful couple in a rural twilight love. Zheng Weiqi was about to step forward to stop, but she was caught off guard to hear Ning Ning's voice: "Sister, wait!"

She deliberately lowered the volume, as if she had seen something extremely frightening, and her tone was full of panic and horror.

Zheng Weiqi moved her eyes away from Jiang Si and Wu Jing, and looked at the crowd of onlookers not far away.

Among the many people in Luan who sincerely praised, the young people standing in the forefront were tall and handsome. When they looked at them, they laughed like a spring breeze.

Apart from their relatives, Master Tianxian, who else could it be?

I don't know who sighed affectionately, "Luancheng has a heavenly envy, dance the city with one dance, and then dance with the country".

And Tian Xianzi smiled so amiably, every word was touching like wild chrysanthemums blooming in the wind, and when she spoke, he beckoned them very lovingly.

Like a deadly ghost.

"You. They. A few. One. Over. Come on. One. Next. Yo."

*

It's really embarrassing for the imposter to be caught by the boss on the spot.

Fortunately, Tian Xianzi thought of the Fa conference of tomorrow. He didn't get mad and went to death. Instead, he told them in an unusually gentle tone that the cemetery in the north was the cheapest, and he waited for his relatives to come out after his little apprentice completed the trial. It might be useful when meeting him.

He smiled so softly, like a kind and lovely old mother, and the group of people were so moved that their eyes were red, and when they returned to the inn, they were already in the middle of the night.

Zheng Weiqi spoke very much about the credit of doing business, and as agreed, she sold a copy of "Cultivation Fengyuelu" to Pei Ji as soon as she returned to the inn.

The book was as thick as a brick and as hard as a hammer. A big hole would be made by smashing a person on the body.

After he took it, he quickly put it into his storage bag, and before saying goodbye to Zheng Weiqi, he mumbled: "Sister, where did I start to appear?"

"you?"

Zheng Weiqi really never thought that he would ask such a question.

In her impression, Pei Ji was gloomy and lonely, always cold and indifferent, as if only sword intent remained in her eyes, and everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Not to mention this kind of multi-faceted love and vulgar drama of the thunder and dog blood, and he has nothing to do with him, and now it is hard to get together, how strange it looks.

But she answered honestly: "You are new to the master, so there are fewer scenes. Turn directly to the penultimate chapter, which contains your first appearance."

So Pei Ji thanked him and returned to the room. The first thing was to sit on the edge of the bed and open the thick idle book to the penultimate chapter.

He looked very quickly, almost ten lines in one glance, his gaze was slightly fixed when he saw his name, and he looked down slowly with patience.

The passage he was looking for was not long after.

Pei Ji's thin lips pressed tightly, and when his eyes wandered left and right, he subconsciously breathed lightly. I don't know why, at this moment, he actually felt a little nervous and hesitating for no reason, and his heartbeat quietly increased.

["That's the newly-accepted apprentice of Master?"

Ningning leaned in front of the door, looking at the distant back of the young man, a small smile floated from the corner of his mouth.

Her eyes were deep, like a predator waiting for the bait of her prey, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue: "It looks so cute, it's the type I like...Do you think he looks like a little wild cat?"

Zheng Weiqi said lazily: "This is a thorny head, I think it's quite hanging."

"What about thorns?"

Ningning just laughed: "I seem to like him a little bit already."]

After that, there was no description of Pei Ji. Since the whole book is still being serialized, this part of the scene comparable to that of passerby is his only chance to appear in the current "Cultivation Feng Yue Lu".

"No, my mother! What kind of sloppy name is'little cat'? And that'lick your lips with the tip of your tongue', this is too unacceptable!"

This article is simply pouring greasy black dog blood directly into people's mouths. Cheng Ying sneered at this, and looked at Pei Ji halfway through it. After a short daze, she couldn't help but scream:

"Pei Xiaoji! You, you, you are actually blushing because of this stuff? You are still laughing! God, do you know that your mouth is about to reach your ears?"

Damn it, do you want this stinky boy to be so boring!

Fortunately, it thought that Pei Ji had gotten to the point and wanted to use this book to integrate other people's topics. However, he never expected that the reason why he bought "Cultivation Fengyuelu" was only because He Zhizhou had mentioned a short story to Ning Ning. In one sentence, "I remember you seem to be a little bit interested in Pei Ji".

Pei Ji looked cold and indifferent, and said without hesitation: "No."

Cheng Ying relied on that no one but him could hear him, and yelled unconvincedly: "Obviously! You just want to see what happens when Ningning likes you!"

It didn't get any response after saying it. The spirit body bounced a few times in the sea of ​​consciousness, and probably guessed Pei Ji's mind: "Yo, don't refute? Give up resistance? Why is the face redder?"

Pei Ji still did not respond, and fell back, lying on his back on the bed.

The book was used by him to cover the entire face. Others could not see the expression clearly. They could only see the slender young man motionless, and the fingers holding the pages of the book turned gray because of too much force.

After a while, he moved slightly and placed the "Cultivation Fengyuelu" next to his head, then turned his whole body sideways and looked at the small print again.

A few messy black hair scattered on the paper, and Pei Ji's pupils were also pitch black, but without the usual shady birds and beasts, he was cautious and unnoticeable.

Chengying thought this kid was cute and pitiful, so she asked him dryly, "If you really like Ningning, why don't you tell her directly?"

Pei Ji didn't say a word, buried most of his face in the pillow, stretched out his right hand without saying a word, and touched the page of the book.

The paper was cold, with a slightly rough touch.

And his index finger moved slowly, and lightly swiped over the words "Ning Ning" said in the script, as if touching a precious treasure, he was very nervous.

[Ningning just laughed: "I seem to like him a little bit already."]

Ningning said he liked it.

like him.

Even with such a pale text, when Pei Ji saw it with his own eyes, the roots of his ears couldn't help but feel violently hot.

Although I told myself over and over again that those were just ridiculous lies, my eyes were attracted to it uncontrollably. I don't know how many times I read that sentence in my heart.

The heart is in chaos, and there is a bit of joy and joy hidden.

"It's fine now."

The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of trees. He looked at the line, and a hint of self-deprecating flashed under his eyes, and finally responded to Chengying: "Same friendship... can someone like me ask for more?"

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