Lu Xueqi returned to the back mountain after dinner and was about to continue practicing, but she was usually quiet, but she felt uneasy for no reason. She couldn't bear to see that those days there was someone telling stories to herself in that bamboo forest.

From then on, I also learned a lot of strange things, such as people who said that they could fly in the sky and swim in the sea without practicing, as well as tall buildings, cars running on the road, etc.

All of these were said from his mouth, and they were all novel things, as if he knew everything.

Lu Xueqi thought about someone like a young girl, thinking about the loss of the story these days, thinking about the lonely coldness of shaking the black bamboo alone in the bamboo forest.

Practice is a boring thing, but that young man can make practice fun too.

And it seems that this fun is also contagious, just look at the people around you to know...

It's better to be yourself.

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The conversation was divided into two parts, but the situation of those women on Xiaozhu Peak returned to Yang Peng at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

The blue bird was comfortable wrapped in Yang Peng's Taoist robe, lying at Yang Peng's feet, straightening his legs without sleeping, and his pointed mouth slightly opened.

Yang Peng poked the blue bird with his hand, but unexpectedly, this guy just turned over and continued to sleep. Yang Peng helped to grab it in his clothes on his chest, then sacrificed the Sun-Chasing Sword and soared into the air.

The mood and mood at this time are very different from the ones he came. Before, he did not have his own natal immortal weapon and did not have the things he could hold to control the air. But now that all of this is already in such a mood, it would be strange.

But what Master Gu Xun said to let him complete is too incredible. Now he does not have the ability to do anything, but he can only wait for this later.

After more than a year of outing, there should be many changes in the door. Yang Peng couldn't help but think about the masters and senior sisters who are very kind and caring to him.

Yang Peng walked through the flying sword, and the white clouds were so close to him, as if within reach. The wind blew on his face like the gentle caress of a girl in love with her. The hem of his clothes and hair flew in the wind, and he was indescribably refreshing and relaxing.

The blue bird arched Yang Peng's chest a few times and then poked out his furry little head from the collar. His yellow eyes kept looking around, and Ruirui screamed from time to time, as if it was also happy with this scene.

A county town called Ledu not far from Kunlun Mountain.

A young man in a Taoist robe walked on the bustling street. Although his Taoist robe looked dirty and many places were damaged, he looked at the boy walking on the dusty street and felt that he was so clean.

A clean face and a clean smile on his face looked at the pedestrians coming and going. Although he was not outstanding, many people could feel his temperament that was extraordinary.

So the people who walked by could not help but look at him curiously.

This boy is Yang Peng.

Yang Peng walked on the street and looked at the market in this world. He couldn't help but feel a little novel. After buying some jewelry that girls prefer, he walked into a restaurant to satisfy his appetite.

Because the blue bird should be as chewy as he does, but the little bird just ate some vegetables. This was beyond his expectations, and he just thought it was still very small and didn't take it to heart.

After a beautiful meal, I ended my period of sleeping in the open for a while, and then I continued to fly towards the mountain gate without stopping.

Yang Peng was enjoying the comfort of the gentle wind, and suddenly a light appeared in front of him. It was the light reflected by the magic weapon in the sun. The light looked from far to near and was about to come to Yang Peng's side.

Yang Peng quickly stopped and waited for the other party to get closer to see what was going on. If something was wrong, there would be a way to deal with it.

The light finally approached. When Yang Peng saw the person clearly, he felt very funny. He saw that the man was stepping on a huge dice. Such a strange magic weapon and habits were rare, and he knew the person in front of him.

Yang Peng hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Du Bishu."

Du Bishu also saw Yang Peng, stopped the magic weapon in confusion, pointed at Yang Peng and said hesitantly: "You are...you are..."

Yang Peng bowed and said politely: "I am Yang Peng, a disciple from Qingyun Sect, under Xiaozhu Peak."

"It turned out to be you, I remembered it. Why do you look so familiar? But we had a meeting in Caomiao Village before. You have changed a lot, and I almost couldn't recognize you." Du Bishu said.

Yang Peng was no longer the depressed boy. He asked embarrassedly: "Senior Brother Du Bishu, do you have anything to do when you come down the mountain? If you need personnel, can I help me?"

"No, after I reached the level of cultivation, I was brought down the mountain by the master sect to find my advantageous magic weapon, but I wondered what happened to you, Junior Brother Yang Peng?" Du Bishu asked curiously.

"Oh. It's a coincidence that I have practiced to a certain extent. Master sent me down the mountain to find magic weapons."

Du Bishu paused and looked at Yang Peng carefully. His eyes widened and murmured, "I didn't notice just now. It turns out that Junior Brother Yang Peng, you have reached the point where you can fly. It's only been less than four years since you started. How can you keep your own talent? It's so ashamed."

Yang Peng beat him up and said to Du Bishu that the two of them were walking on the sword. Yang Peng told Yu Bishu all the time that he had experienced over the past year, but the things he got from the ancient cave of Kunlun Mountain and the things he had seen in the ancient saint of Gu Xun would definitely not tell anyone about.

This is related to his identity and a secret that he has been keeping for years. He never mentions it to others. In addition, he joins Qingyun's sect and then takes others as his master. This is not allowed in any sect. If the serious one is beaten to death, the mild one is abolished and the cultivation level is expelled from the sect.

Only Yang Peng would not be so stupid as to destroy the beauty of the present.

"You mean that the demon prince Shengxu died under your sword?" Du Bishu asked in surprise.

Yang Peng was puzzled why Chang Jian had such an expression, but he still answered accordingly: "Yes."

"Junior brother, do you know who that Shengxu Young Master is?"

Yang Peng shook his head.

"That Holy Young Master Xu has become famous long ago than me, and his cultivation is far above me. This man is lustful (harmonious) and lustful, and I don't know how many good women have corrupted, and everyone can kill the evil skills he practiced. But he is too cunning and has a high level of Taoism, so he is still free for so many years." Du Bishu said.
Chapter completed!