A plate of steamed fish and several farm side dishes were served, but Master Yuxing didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. Seeing the confident look on his face, Master Yuxing finally spoke.
"Junior brother, do you know everything?"
Li Dongyang twisted his fingers and lowered his pale temples. "I guessed a bit."
In this way, Master Yuxing no longer concealed anything, sighed softly, and briefly told the two of them what happened after the master returned.
After listening to his story, Mo Zhuzhen lowered her head with a sad expression. She has been living with guilt for so many years and secretly regretted it. If she hadn't accidentally killed Ning'er back then, Bai Yunfeng would never have reached this point.
Li Dongyang heard something unusual in his words, "Do you feel that Master's return is strange?"
Master Yuxing gently put down the bamboo chopsticks he just mentioned, "You and the other junior brothers are all collected by me on behalf of the master. Among them, I am the only one who knows the master better. Before he wandered around, he was never unkind now."
Li Dongyang thought thoughtfully: "If the master wants to strengthen Xishu Jianshan, there is nothing wrong with replacing nephew Peizhi, but expelling all the female disciples is indeed a bit excessive."
"Not only that, I feel that Master's aura is a bit strange. His spiritual power is no longer pure Taoist essence. I can't tell what is mixed with it."
"Oh? There is also this matter..." Li Dongyang was a little surprised. As the first person in Xishu Mountain's sword mind, he could naturally feel the unusualness in this. After thinking for a moment, Li Dongyang asked: "Master has traveled around for three years.
In a hundred years, there should be some opportunities, maybe he tried other methods for immortality?"
Master Yuxing shook his head affirmatively and said: "Master used to reject the methods of other sects. He always punished disciples who practiced other sects' true techniques harshly. This should not happen."
Li Dongyang frowned, and after a long time he picked up a charm fish and put it into Yuxing Zhenren's bowl.
"Try my junior sister's craftsmanship first. Tomorrow... I'll go back with you."
Master Yuxing picked up the white and moist fish meat and took a sip in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows. The fish meat was fresh and tender and soft in the mouth.
"Yes, Not Bad."
"I never imagined that there could be such delicious food in the world."
"It seems that you are enjoying living in seclusion in the mountains!"
"Thank you so much for your protection!"
Master Mo Zhu still did not change his stubborn temper, and the first words he spoke were somewhat sarcastic.
"Well...junior sister, you have gained weight."
"Bah! Eat your fish!"
"Hahaha!"
"Elder brother, you are the only one who dares to say that about her."
"Hey! That means Junior Brother Li, you are doting on her. If it were me, I would definitely discipline her three times a day."
"So, a certain person still doesn't have a decent Taoist companion."
"Hey! Women will only mess with my mind."
"I think you can't eat the grapes and say they are sour."
Master Yuxing has long been accustomed to her sharp glare, and the tenderness of the past seems to have returned a lot during the conversation.
The three of them were talking and laughing, as if they were back in their youth, but the invisible ties between them could never go away.
If Junior Brother Li returns to his school, where will Junior Sister Mo Zhu go? Then things have changed at Baiyunfeng.
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Twelve Finger Sword Mountain
On the rugged stone platform under the old pine tree, a triple mirror lies flat on it. The polished surface in the center of the mirror is like a deep pool. Two spiritual fish, one black and one white, are swimming slowly in it. Lu Kouchuan's deep eyes have already stared at it.
a long time.
In the eyes of his fellow juniors, he was an extremely slovenly man who was not very affectionate, but who knew that this time, he would have true feelings for that woman!
He stretched out his hands and murmured to himself: I have made countless predictions in my life, and I don't even know whether they are accurate or not. Today I will break a precedent and make a prediction for myself.
He took out a bunch of tortoise shells from his arms, arranged them solemnly according to the five elements, bit his middle finger and dripped blood into the triple mirror, and put two birth dates into it. After silently reciting some hexagrams, the two swimming fish came alive.
When it came over, the spiritual power fluctuated, the yin and yang of the two fishes swam together, and soon a wonderful hexagram appeared on the surface of the triple mirror.
Turning around slightly, Lu Kouchuan's eyebrows condensed together. The marriage sign was unexpectedly good, but he was a little upset for no reason. Not to mention how much Head Li hated him,
In terms of appearance and cultivation, he can't compare to Hun Xiaotian, in terms of wisdom, he is inferior to Junior Brother Zhou, in terms of martial arts talent, he even loses to Pei Chongkang and Ji Jinghou, even if he can compare with the gold and silver treasures that are most scorned by cultivators, he can't compare.
Li Sanlai, how can I, Lu Kou Chuan He De, win Junior Sister Li's heart? For a moment, this senior brother who was usually arrogant fell into a low mood.
If that's the case? What's the possibility of this auspicious fortune evolving? Thousands of melancholy went through the layers of clouds. Lu Kouchuan sighed. Instead of embracing the beauty, he didn't want to see that possibility happen.
On the Seven Little Carrots Peak, Zhou Ping came back panting. His legs have been disabled since he was a child, and flying in the air requires a lot of spiritual energy, so he would usually rather sit in a wheelchair and shake a paper fan calmly, but this time
However, he tried his best to bring back twelve palm-sized brown swords from his master.
Lu Kouchuan, Hua He and others played with the small sword in admiration. They saw that the small sword was made with exquisite craftsmanship and its aura was restrained. They didn't know the origin of this.
Zhou Pingsheng said with a proud look on his face: "Senior Brother, don't underestimate them, these are my master's treasures."
Ziyangtang, which was glorious in the past, was particularly good at organizing magic formations, but Lu Kouchuan and the others still didn't know the secret of this little sword.
"Although the twelve main peaks of the South China Sea have little spiritual power, if they are gathered together in one place, they are still a considerable force. If there is another swordsman master as a guide, they can also form a killing array that cannot be underestimated."
After listening to what he said, Huahe finally understood his intention: "Junior brother Zhou, do you want to set up a sword formation?"
Zhou Pingsheng sat back in his wheelchair, opened the folding fan and fanned himself calmly.
"Exactly, I plan to bury these twelve secret swords in the ground of each peak, and use the sword source to connect the spiritual power of heaven and earth to form a twelve-finger sword formation."
Lu Kouchuan suddenly felt that the small sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand swords, and the joy in his eyes could not be concealed. He did not expect that this inconspicuous little sword could actually be the Tianji sword that became so powerful more than a thousand years ago. It was unimaginable how his master could
I'm willing to let him bring this thing back.
"Junior Brother Zhou is serious, is it possible that he is overqualified and overused?"
Zhou Pingsheng said firmly: "No, the head of the six gates in the grand palace doesn't even have a peak-protecting formation, so it's a bit chilling."
Li Sanlai listened to what he said. He turned the small sword over several times, but still couldn't see any clue.
"Is this little sword really so powerful?"
"Of course, this is the Tianji Sword."
Hua He and Lu Kouchuan were equally astonished. The Tianji Sword Formation was as prestigious as the Qian Zong Sword in Bing Valley a thousand years ago. Everyone thought it had been broken. Unexpectedly, it had been kept in Ziyang Hall. Such a treasure of the sect, his
The master was willing to let him take him away with confidence, and it seemed that he had the same idea as his own disciple.
"This sword formation is somewhat special. Its power depends on the advanced cultivation level of the sword wielder. With the current strength of our Sword Mountain, it is indeed difficult to exert its original strength, but it is still stronger than the general sect-protecting formation."
Zhou Pingsheng said frankly and honestly.
Lu Kou Chuan said: "It's okay if we borrow them temporarily. Junior Brother Zhou, how should we arrange them?"
"The matter of setting up the formation is rather complicated, leave this matter to me. Senior brother, please seal the mountain gate and don't let anyone walk around Jianshan in the near future."
"okay."
Zhou Pingsheng put away the small sword and went to work. Li Sanlai knocked on his forehead, feeling annoyed. It seemed that he was holding everyone back again.
You could hear needles dropping in the quiet secret room. While breathing slightly, Hun Xiaotian raised his arm and touched it lightly with his fingertips. Xishan emitted a faint light and floated subtly. With a little finger, Xishan curved an arc and slashed a line in the air.
After the crack, he slowly returned to the scabbard, and after a slight whistle, he calmed down. Feeling the gentle and peaceful atmosphere coming from the Xishan Mountain, Hun Xiaotian's mood was agitated.
"Put the Tao into your heart, and your mind becomes a sword."
"Is this Kenshin? It's really amazing..."
After many days of seclusion, he finally understood some of the art of sword heart. He gently stroked the sword body and Hun Xiaotian asked in a low voice: "Xishan, Xishan, I have wronged you all these years!"
buzzing
Xishan trembled happily, Hun Xiaotian secretly rejoiced, and poured his soul power into Xishan. A small black Xishan was formed in the sword body, and the black light overflowed, clear and crystal clear. He took back his mind and looked at Chang who had been with him for many years again.
The sword already had an aura of agility. Hun Xiaotian stroked the sword body and sighed:
"I've buried you all these years. After today, you and I will be our companions and we will never leave...never give up!"
From this moment on, the Yushan in your hand is no longer just a simple weapon.
When Xishan responded to him happily, Hun Xiaotian let out a light sound. In Daxiaoyao's body, a small yellow sword gradually took shape. After feeling it carefully, he realized that this small sword was the spiritual power of Shitu Jade Scroll.
As a result, he exploded his spiritual pearl that day, but he didn't expect that Da Xiaoyao still preserved a trace of spiritual power for him.
Looking at the small yellow sword formed in his body, Hun Xiaotian was very happy. The spirit bead exploded. He always felt a little regretful. It would be a great thing if he could turn some of the remaining energy into a sword! So he calmed down and
Come, keep your spiritual consciousness introverted, and look for other residual sources of spiritual power in the great freedom.