As the top wealthy family in the Daqian Empire, the Xiao family's development has reached its peak, and it is faintly showing the momentum of competing with the royal family. Among this generation of young people, two outstanding figures have emerged.
"Master Jue Jian" Xiao Wenjian and "Sentimental Master" Xiao Qingqing.
Xiao Wenjian is called "Wenjian", but he has not used a sword for many years;
However, Xiao Wuqing was named "Qingqing", but he was a famous playboy in the imperial capital, showing mercy everywhere;
It can be seen that the father of the two brothers, Xiao Qing, was very short-sighted in choosing the name.
However, these two contradictory bodies have firmly occupied the second and tenth positions in the Daqian Heroes List.
Two heroes from one discipline broke into the top ten of the list at the same time, making this generation of the Xiao family unparalleled in the limelight and became a good talk.
"How come the dignified 'Master Juejian' has time to come to my little village?" Xiao Qingqing's tone was very casual, and it was obvious that he didn't have much respect for this elder brother.
"The whereabouts of the Sun and Moon Divine Sword have been found." Xiao Wenjian has always been concise and to the point. If you look carefully, you can find that the faces of the two brothers are actually very similar, but the hooked nose on Xiao Wenjian's face ruins the overall beauty. It gave him a gloomy atmosphere.
Xiao Wuqing's expression became serious for a moment, but soon changed back to a lazy expression: "What does it have to do with me?"
"Lend me Lao Hei, the Sun and Moon Divine Sword, half for each person."
"I don't need a sword." Xiao Qingqing smiled brightly, but there was a hint of rejection in his mouth.
"Nangong Ling uses the sword." Xiao Wenjian looked at the problem from a tricky angle.
Xiao Qingqing: "..."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Xiao Qingqing sighed and said: "We have been separated for three days, and we are so impressed that the dignified Xiao Wenjian actually started to use such little tricks."
"Learned it from you." Xiao Wenjian said expressionlessly.
"Okay, Lao Hei will lend you three days, no more." Xiao Qingqing reluctantly gave in, "The sun sword belongs to you, and the moon sword belongs to me."
When Zhong Wen walked into the stone room in the cave, Leng Wushuang was lying on the stone table, his head resting on his arms, looking like he was awake but not awake, looking bored.
Hearing Zhong Wen's footsteps, the girl raised her head, rubbing her sleepy eyes, holding a bunch of hair in her mouth, her plump cheeks were bulging and adorable.
"You're here."
"Well, I'm here."
There was a tacit understanding between the two of them, and without saying much, Zhong Wen sat on the stone bench, took out a bunch of ingredients and started processing them, and the girl started fighting consciously.
"Are you okay on the mountain?" Leng Wushuang asked softly.
"It's okay." Zhong Wen suddenly reached out and smoothed Leng Wushuang's slightly messy hair, with a hint of endearment in his tone, "Why are you so impulsive? Your body has not fully recovered yet. What if you get injured again?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a little worried about you." Leng Wushuang blushed and lowered his head.
"What are you sorry for, silly girl." Zhong Wen smiled and shook his head, "Thank you!"
Neither of them spoke anymore, and there was a warm atmosphere in the air.
When staying with the assassin girl, Zhong Wen always feels very comfortable and warm.
"I bought some elixirs and they will be delivered in about two days." After finishing the work in hand, Zhong Wen said, "At that time, I will refine a batch of elixirs to restore spiritual power, and then I can go I’m looking for trouble with Duan Changhong.”
Leng Wushuang's delicate body trembled, unable to conceal the ups and downs of her mood.
"Take good care of yourself and wait for my news." Zhong Wen said softly.
"Yes." Leng Wushuang nodded meekly, with a trace of desire in his eyes.
Thank you!
Looking at Zhong Wen's leaving figure, the girl said silently in her heart.
"Wow, grandpa, Qingfeng Mountain is so beautiful, much better than Qingsong Mountain!"
Looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountains with flowers in bloom, green trees, gurgling springs, and winding trails in front of her, Shen Xiaowan admired sincerely.
"They are both located in the Qingyun Mountains, but the spiritual power of Qingfeng Mountain is much richer than that of Qingsong Mountain." Shen Dachui looked at the beautiful and fairy-like mountain peak in front of him, with excitement in his tone, "Girl, we may have found the right place. Already."
As he spoke, he took out a worn map from his pocket and carefully compared the terrain of the mountains while walking.
Referring to others, he believed that great powers in ancient times who wanted to establish a sect would inevitably choose a place with abundant spiritual energy, and Qingfeng Mountain was obviously an ideal place.
However, taking the map and looking horizontally and vertically, he could not find any similar terrain. Shen Dachui couldn't help but frown and remained silent for a long time.
"Grandpa, grandpa, I'm hungry." Shen Xiaowan's stomach began to growl again.
"Girl, don't make trouble, grandpa is thinking." Shen Dachui said impatiently, "You go pick some fruits to satisfy your hunger first."
"I want to eat pork." Shen Xiaowan couldn't help but stretched out her hand to break off Shen Dachui's arm.
Shen Dachui sighed helplessly and moved away from staring at the map: "Girl, where can you get pigs to eat in these deep mountains and forests? How about Grandpa shooting some birds to satisfy your craving?"
His precious granddaughter has been gifted with great talent and strength since she was a child.
Peter Parker said it well, as the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the side effects.
As strong as you are, so is your appetite.
Half of the reason why Shen Dachui, a master of the heavenly wheel, was in such misery was to fill the belly of this big-eating granddaughter.
"Grandpa, let's go to the mountains to beg for some food?" For Shen Xiaowan, the birds really couldn't get enough to eat. She rolled her eyes and encouraged.
"Girl, haven't you seen how vicious the people in Qingyun Village are?" Shen Dachui shook his head and said, "If you go to the cultivation sect to beg for food, most people will ignore it. Once there is a disagreement, they may even fight with fists and kicks. I Shen Dachui is a master of heavenly wheels and a successor of divine forging, why should he accept this nonsense?"
While he was talking, he heard voices coming from the hillside in front of him.
Shen Dachui was afraid of meeting someone from the cultivating sect on the mountain, so he quickly pulled Shen Xiaowan and hid behind a pine tree.
Not long after, several people walked down the mountain, and one of them heard a loud voice: "The Master Lin of the Piaohua Palace is really a bodhisattva. He also sends food and water to strangers like us."
Another person said: "Yes, this Lin Palace master has a kind heart and a true fairy. If Piaohua Palace didn't only accept female disciples, I would have wanted to become a disciple."
"All the female disciples in Piaohua Palace are as beautiful as gods. With your dignity, even if you were given the body of a girl, I'm afraid Palace Master Lin wouldn't accept it," the man from before joked.
"What kind of vision do you have? When I was young, I was known as the handsome young man and the romantic little bully. I was also a village idol. Why can't I get in?" the person who was ridiculed retorted in dissatisfaction.
Several people nearby laughed and scolded him for being shameless. While laughing and cursing, a few people passed the pine tree in front of Shen Dachui's grandson and walked straight down the mountain.
Shen Dachui and Shen Xiaowan looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
The old man heard that "all women" on the mountain were women, and instinctively felt that women were soft-hearted and could not bear to see people of all ages starving.
But Shen Xiaowan only heard the word "food" and lost her ability to think.
The grandfather and grandson winked at each other and quietly headed up the mountain in perfect agreement.
Little did they know that the people who had been chatting with each other started to repeat the conversation again after walking for a short distance: "This Palace Master Lin of Piaohua Palace really has a bodhisattva heart..."
It was as if he wanted everyone on the mountain to hear it.