"Oh, it's such a good time for the Sword Master to appreciate the beautiful scenery." The expression in Peach Blossom's eyes was low and tactful, her red lips were slightly parted, but her tone was not sparing any room, "I won't let you accompany me, Ah Che."
The moment she turned around, the wind blew up, carrying the smell of the sea onto her face. She paused, gathered her robe, and returned to the cabin, leaving Baili Fengjian alone to look at the entire vast sea.
He smiled bitterly and drank the wine in his throat.
Where is the beautiful scenery? The moonlight is so desolate, shining straight and pale on the dark sea, and the lonely reef is like him who is speechless at this moment.
This deep silence lasted for two days and two nights.
Baili Fengjian is a casual person, he can be active or quiet, and Yexiu is taciturn by nature. However, Jingche, who is usually quite noisy, actually looked at the sea that had not changed for two days or nestled by the window.
Lost in thought, or sitting on the deck blowing the wind, changing from normal, as quiet as an exquisite rag doll.
Even if there was an occasional conversation in the boat, it was just a few words between Baili Fengjian and Ye Xiu. Jingche ignored anyone, and Baili Fengjian simply refused to touch this nail, so the atmosphere between the three of them was extremely
Weird.
Fortunately, at noon on the third day, the ship finally arrived at the port at the entrance of Qianzhiling. Qianzhiling was already outside the border of the Lincang Empire. Once here, you could use your sword to head to Jiahuang Mountain.
Long Yuan's white sword grew larger under the urging of the magic formula. It was as long as a boat and wide enough for three people to stand side by side. Ye Xiu took the lead in standing up at the signal, and Jing Che slowly walked past Baili Fengjian.
He climbed onto the sword, Baili Fengjian stood at the end of the sword, and after standing firm, he wielded the sword extremely skillfully.
The sword rushed into the sky with a "swish" sound, shuttled through the blue sky, and passed over the top of the forest, sometimes swaying left and right, sometimes up and down.
He also cultivated concentration so well that he stood like a standing pine, his face unchanged. However, it was the first time for Jing Che to experience the feeling of soaring in the clouds and mist. It was like his stomach was churning with the same feeling. Looking down from the tip of the sword, he saw that the mountains and rivers had the same giant painting.
I don't know whose brushwork was so vivid. The vastness of the sea, the vast rivers, the undulating ravines and the lush greenery were all visible. Jing Che's legs felt weak and his face turned slightly pale.
But he just had a stubborn face, bit his lip, and kept his back straight.
Fortunately, the torture did not last more than two sticks of incense. Just when Jing Che's legs were about to become too weak to stand still, the giant sword had already crossed the entire continuous Qianzhiling Mountains, penetrated a transparent barrier at the end, and a tower suspended in mid-air appeared in front of him.
huge mountain peaks.
Under the sun, the Silver Mountain Gate is simple and majestic, towering into the clouds, exuding a sense of righteousness and majesty. Immortal clouds are lingering, and the fairy trees are lush. You can vaguely see sword-wielding people shuttled between the peaks, as if you are seeing the south of the Nine Heavenly Palace.
Tianmen only inspires fear and reverence in people's hearts.
Jing Che couldn't help but let out an exclamation. Even someone as calm as Ye Xiu had a look of shock on his face at this moment.
This is the Jiahuang Mountain that was famous all over the world despite being bombarded by the Lincang Empire for three days and three nights.
Long Yuan's white sword stopped steadily in front of the mountain gate. As soon as Baili Fengjian entered this place, he also carried an irresistible majesty, without showing any hint of drunkenness and decadence: "Follow me to the Black Tower first."
Jing Che stepped down from his sword and glanced at Ye Xiu from the corner of his eye. When he thought about entering this place, he would become his disciple, and infinite sadness filled his heart. A mortal body, after such physical and mental torture, is haggard.
He couldn't bear the damage, his feet were weak, and his face was extremely bad.
Wen walked straight, suddenly stopped, turned his face slightly, his face was still as cold as ice, and his voice was silent, Wen asked Che: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Previously, she had no good impression of Yexiu because of her apprenticeship, but now, with just a few words, she went straight to break through her defenses, which inexplicably made Jingche feel sad.
At this time, Baili Fengjian also turned around when he heard the sound. Seeing Jing Che's pale face, he couldn't help but frown. He remembered that she had been seasick. It was probably because of the torment just now that caused physical discomfort. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.
He was so careless that he only wanted to avoid complications and rush to Jiahuang Mountain as early as possible, but he forgot that she was venting his anger with her, so he kept any discomfort in his heart.
"Something strange in your stomach?" Baili Fengjian stretched out his hand to push her blood, but she avoided it.
She put on a sincere and grateful smile, and said to Ye Xiu gently and skillfully: "It's just that my stomach is empty and I feel a little tired."
Ye Xiu had been on the boat for two days and had become accustomed to the strange way in which the master and his disciples got along. In order not to embarrass Baili Fengjian, he turned away without saying a word.
Baili Fengjian's face was much thicker than people thought, and he never knew what embarrassment was. He forcibly grabbed her hand, pinched her jaw, and while giving her a burst of energy, he was full of injustice.
Jingdi smiled sideways: "Why, are you afraid that your master will take the opportunity to murder his own disciple?"
Be a teacher and a close disciple.
Hearing these two words, Jing Che couldn't move her hand away. A familiar warmth came from the palm of her hand, taking advantage of the gap and filling her entire cold body.
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, the gentle breeze passing by the Jiahuang Mountain ruffled her long hair, and behind her was the whirling echo of the woods. A very light blush appeared on her pale face, like fallen flowers floating into a trickling stream, like
It's cinnabar streaked across the white rice paper, so clear and beautiful.
Where did Baili Fengjian see this strange thing? He thought that she was fine, so he put down her hand, leaned over and told her: "When you get to the Mo Tower later, you won't be rude, you know?"
She pursed her lips awkwardly and didn't answer, and he didn't force her to nod. He just let her know and then walked into the ink tower with confidence.
Stepping into the magic circle at the entrance, you will go up to the seventeen-story hall at the top of the tower.
Except for the disciples of the main peak who need to listen to the teachings in the main hall every morning, only the master should be present in the main hall on weekdays, but unexpectedly today the leaders of the three peaks are all gathered in the hall, seemingly discussing something.
Everyone looked surprised when they saw the person entering the palace.
One month ago, Fuji escaped from the imperial prison, returned to Jiahuang Mountain with a sigh of relief, and had a secret conversation with Baili Fengjian. For the first time, the long-eluded sword master came down the mountain for more than ten days.
The return date is uncertain, and now he has returned to the faction without any warning. It is really unpredictable.
However, it was Jian Mo, the leader of Rongxuan Peak and Baili Fengjian's friend, who reacted first and laughed loudly: "Baili, the one who has been calling for you for so long, you are finally back."
Sitting at the head of the center was Yu Wenwei, the headmaster. She no longer looked so happy. She only said lightly with the headmaster's dignity: "It's just the right time to come back. We have something to discuss."
"Don't worry, let me talk first."
Everyone had seen the man and woman he brought behind him, and they were already wondering what this meant, and were just waiting for the sword master to speak in person.
"I see that Nan Qiong has not accepted any new disciples for a long time. I saw Ye Xiu's extraordinary qualifications on the way, so I wanted to take him under Nan Qiong's door."
Jing Che seemed to be absent-minded, but in fact she was clutching her palms tightly, and her heart was even more painful. She tried not to blink her eyes and stared intently at the carvings on the pillars of the main hall. The magnificent hall reflected the sunlight in her eyes.
It's really sour.
It was obvious that she had threatened to sever the relationship between master and apprentice, it was obvious that she was eager to break off the relationship with him, and it was obvious that she hated his ruthlessness.
But when she realized that he had just spoken of "teacher" and "disciple" in a non-serious manner, it turned out to be a joke and she had misunderstood. She suddenly felt as if she was once again exposed to the salty and cold water of the sea.
It's like there's no recovery again.
But unexpectedly, I heard the majestic head of the hall say: "It is true that he has excellent qualifications, but does Baili Sword Master have no intention of joining the Sword Master Sect?"
Baili Fengjian glanced sideways at Jing Che and shook his head meaningfully.
Jing Che didn't dare to look at him, but he had mixed feelings in his heart. He was happy that he didn't accept him as a disciple, but he was sad that she had clearly confirmed her hatred for him, so why did she have such thoughts?
He then heard Jian Mo say: "I am practicing occult arts, which is not suitable for this child. Senior Sister Lu is practicing medical skills, which is even more inappropriate. It would be more appropriate to worship under the master's peak and practice swordsmanship."
Yu Wenwei nodded and asked Ye Xiu: "Are you willing to become my disciple?"
Ye Xiu took a step forward and performed a formal ceremony to pay homage to his master, with sonorous words: "Disciple Ye Xiu, pay homage to Master."
"Get up." Yu Wenwei is quite satisfied with this new apprentice. He has high qualifications and a strong will. Although he is silent, it is obvious at a glance that he is a cold-faced and warm-hearted person. If he is forged well, he will definitely be a outstanding figure in the future generation.
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Jing Che suddenly recalled the scene where she became a disciple. It was the small shrine of Nian San's natal family. The setting sun poured down on one side of the city wall, and the scenery that washed away the sky and the earth was extremely clear. Baili Fengjian held her collar and held it.
She threw him to the ground and forced her to become a disciple.
"Then this girl is -" Lu Shenyu, the leader of Jingyu Peak who had been silent all this time, spoke up. Although Ye Xiu's qualifications are good, she felt that she was not as good as this girl. Not only was this girl highly talented, she also had good bones.
Aura, no matter what you cultivate, you will definitely achieve great success, but there is a faint layer of evil energy surrounding you, which is a flaw in the beautiful jade.
"She was originally my disciple, but she has not officially become a disciple. Now it is up to her to choose." Baili Fengjian simply narrated, then turned to ask Jing Che in a low voice, "Medical skills, swordsmanship, mystical skills, what do you want?"
Repair what?”
This sentence was thrown out lightly and deftly, but it caused a burst of whispers in the hall. There were also many elite disciples in the hall, and they all speculated whether the girl was disliked by the sword master and wanted to transfer her to someone else's sect.
Although being a disciple of the Sword Master was enviable, now in public, in the eyes of others, the so-called "self-choice" is even more humiliating.
This was the agreement between Jing Che and him. She didn't expect it to be so profound. She just pursed her lips and hesitated in her heart. She didn't like the headmaster being too serious. The woman who practiced medicine was gentle, and the uncle who practiced mystical arts seemed to be too.
It was quite easy to get close, but no matter who he was, no matter what special skills he had, she didn't want to recognize him as her master.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the green stubble on his chin, which inexplicably stirred up the deep pool in her peach blossom eyes. She stammered as if running away: "I don't know."