Xiao Chunqiu, who looked lazy, sat under the peach blossom tree with beautiful winding paths in Yuanxin Lake and gently played the piano. The music was gentle and desolate, giving people the feeling of walking in the endless desert without seeing anyone.
The feeling of loneliness.
But when he played, he was not affected by the loneliness at all, and he actually had some indescribable enjoyment.
Listening to such a tune, it is natural that Xiao Lingchen, who has always had a young heart, is half sitting and half lying drunk in the Fengxiao Pavilion. He shakes the Xuanhua cup with wine in his hand, compared to Xiao Lingchen who plays the tune
Spring and Autumn should be enjoyed even more.
It wasn't until the lonely song ended that the leisurely look on the strange old man's face gradually changed. Then he drank the Xin'an wine he had just brewed not long ago and said: "Old man, my Yuluo Villa has been so beautiful for so many years.
This is my first time as a guest."
"This guest is an acquaintance." Xiao Chunqiu stood up slowly, flicked the piano on the rosewood table with his fingers, and flew towards the outside of Fengxiao Pavilion, like a flying sword controlled by a god to find it.
The scabbard of a sword is like a sword, "I have a certain relationship with you, old man."
"Oh?" Xiao Lingchen's hand holding the Xuanhua cup was slightly startled, "Who is it?"
Xiao Chunqiu yawned lazily, and seemed not in a hurry to reply to the old man's words. He walked slowly to Feng Xiao Pavilion and sat down to pour a glass of wine. "To be precise, he is the descendant of an acquaintance. I am the one who replaced the old man."
The one you rescued when you came back with the Purple Smoke Sword, she holds the Spring Rain Sword that I used when the mirror was not broken, and her surname is Ji."
The surname is Ji?
Spring Rain Sword?
"Ji Changfeng?" Xiao Lingchen, who had always been playful, was slightly surprised. There were two reasons why he blurted out this name without thinking.
First, he was present when his grandson Xiao Chunqiu gave him the sword after breaking through the realm and entering the realm of the gods.
Secondly, he has not known many people named Ji over the years, let alone acquaintances with them.
But Ji Changfeng was different. Ji Changfeng was the only disciple named Ji among his disciples, and he was also a young disciple who impressed him deeply.
But what attracted me was not his martial arts talent, but the erudition in his mind.
But soon, Xiao Lingchen, who was thinking seriously for the first time, suddenly realized something, "You brat, you want to fool me again. I don't know how much Ji Changfeng's little brat weighs. As a master, I don't know. With his martial arts talent,
Not to mention breaking through the realm and entering the level of ghosts and immortals, even the Xuanyou Shenjing, the ultimate in martial arts, will never be able to reach it in a lifetime, let alone coming to other realms, the brat who deceives people has to make a draft in advance."
After saying that, he glanced disdainfully at Xiao Chunqiu, who was tasting wine, and seemed a little angry. He turned over skillfully and used his big butt to deal with the grandson who said he didn't care.
However, what he said is not bad. His martial arts is indeed mediocre, and he can barely enter the realm of freedom. Although he must be fully prepared, otherwise embarrassing things like making people laugh out loud and faint will happen again.
Although he is not as talented as Xiao Chunqiu in martial arts, Wen Tao is very knowledgeable in strategy. He can be said to be a rare and erudite student. Otherwise, he would not have made plans to win consecutively in the Battle of Luye, and ultimately helped them.
The Xiao family won an imperial throne.
Xiao Chunqiu glanced at Xiao Lingchen who had his back turned and was scratching his butt, then slowly put down his wine glass and said, "Believe it or not, you will know when the guests come later and you ask."
Not long after, among the many pets, Xiao Chunqiu's favorite golden-haired and blue-faced little monkey, also known as the marmoset, jumped into the hanging flower door with a woman in purple and a woman in blue.
These two people were none other than Ji Zimo and Li Meiyi, who had recently accepted Xiao Chunqiu's invitation.
As soon as they entered the hanging flower gate, they were horrified by the scene that appeared in front of them. The flowing water, the lingering mist, and the beautiful spring scenery were like the creation of the world written by a peerless master.
Although the two of them had been shocked by the things in Yuluo Villa, which was as big as a city, they still couldn't help but praise when they saw the rare scene in front of them: "So...so...beautiful"
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In this way, the two of them followed the little monkey jumping in front of them to the Fengxiao Pavilion while admiring the beautiful scenery along the way.
The little monkey seemed to have completed the task assigned by its master. It made a happy squealing sound and ran to the master's side to ask for a glass of wine, and then ran away very satisfied.
Ji Zimo and Li Meiyi sorted out their thoughts and realized that now was not the time to appreciate the beautiful scenery. They hurriedly bowed to the lazy young master who had helped them in Fengxiao Pavilion that day and saluted: "
Mr. Xiao."
Regarding these red tapes, Xiao Chunqiu just waved his hand, probably indicating that they didn't need to pay attention to them.
Then, before Ji Zimo could speak again, Xiao Chunqiu looked at his grandfather Xiao Lingchen who was trying to deal with him, and asked lazily: "Old man, the guests are already here, why don't you open your eyes and take a look?"
When Xiao Lingchen heard this, he reluctantly turned his butt over and glanced at the two women standing under the pavilion. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He immediately became energetic. With a slight movement of his body, he appeared in front of the two women in an instant.
In front of him, he carefully looked at the two beautiful women in front of him who were no less beautiful than the little green ones.
Ji Zimo and Li Meiyi were both stunned, but they knew in their hearts that the silver-haired middle-aged man in front of them was definitely not an ordinary person. Ji Zimo bowed again and asked: "I wonder who the senior is?"
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But before she could finish her words, the silver-haired middle-aged man who had been exploring Li Meiyi reached out and interrupted her: "Girl in purple shirt, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he looked at the girl in blue in front of him and said, "Little girl, are you a descendant of Ji Xiaozi?"
Although Li Meiyi was still a little dazed, she instinctively shook her head.
Xiao Lingchen frowned when he saw this, but suddenly he raised his finger lightly, and the Spring Rain Sword held tightly in Li Meiyi's hand instantly took it out of its sheath, danced a beautiful sword flower in the air, and then flew back steadily.
In the sheath.
So fast!
This was the first thought in Ji Zimo and Li Meiyi's minds.
Because the moment just happened was very short, just a breath, the two of them had no time to react, but when they reacted, the Spring Rain Sword had already been returned to the sheath, as if nothing had happened just now, and the two of them were more curious about what was in front of them.
Who is the silver-haired middle-aged man?
But these things were very slow in Xiao Lingchen's eyes, as if hundreds of years had passed, so he could clearly see that it was undoubtedly the Spring Rain Sword that he and Sword Tomb Li Suxuan forged back then. He asked again: "Little girl, don't lie to me.
Old man, you are not a descendant of Ji Xiaozi, how can you have this Spring Rain Sword?"
Xiao Chunqiu had asked her the same question in the forest, but when she was about to reply, Ji Zimo on the side took the lead and said: "Senior, this sword belongs to this junior, and it has been passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors.
What is in the hands of this junior is now only temporarily borrowed from Sister Meiyi for use."
"Oh?" Xiao Lingchen turned his head slightly, "Are you a descendant of Ji Xiaozi?"
"Junior Ji Zimo." Ji Zimo respectfully offered his hand, "I wonder who the senior Ji boy is..."
"Ji Changfeng." Xiao Chunqiu, who was sitting in the lazy chair, put down his wine glass and suddenly said.
Hearing this, Ji Zimo was instantly shocked. Ji Changfeng, she had never heard of it. He was an ancestor with the most holy deeds in the clan. It was said that when he was still alive, he helped others reach the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan just by relying on strategy.
He held the position of respect, and was later named the Founding Master of the State, with great achievements.
Zeng is also a person who is often proud of among the older generation of the Ji family. Ji Zimo has heard about it since he was a child, and naturally has a deep impression in his heart, "Junior is the descendant of Ji Changfeng's ancestor. I wonder who you are, senior?"
Xiao Lingchen nodded with the expression of a worldly expert and said with a smile: "Hmm... However, if you take a closer look, he does have some similarities with my little apprentice Ji Changfeng."
"Apprentice?" Ji Zimo's usually indifferent face showed surprise again, and asked hurriedly, "Could it be the senior Xiaoyao Sword Immortal who once cut two thousand feet of the Kunlan River with one sword?"
Xiao Lingchen said with a proud smile, "Girl, you are right, that is me, the old man, hahaha..."
As soon as these words came out, Xiao Chunqiu immediately covered his face helplessly. As expected, this old man who was always funny could not be serious for a few moments.
But Ji Zimo didn't feel anything was wrong, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Ji Zimo, the ancestor and descendant of Ji Changfeng, pays homage to the ancestor."
Xiao Lingchen, who was originally enjoying hearing Jiu Wei's title, instantly felt the pride on his face disappearing when he heard the words Patriarch, replaced by unhappiness. He looked at Ji Zi who was kneeling on the ground.
Mo asked, "Girl Ji, you call that stinky boy Mr. Xiao, but you call the old man my ancestor. It's not good, it doesn't sound good. Change it, change it."
Ji Zimo, who was extremely excited, was stunned for a moment. She was not the only one. Li Meiyi, who had not yet understood what was going on, was also stunned, but she understood that the person in front of her who looked like an immortal was actually a human being.
A naughty senior is jealous.
Just when Ji Zimo didn't know how to answer, Xiao Chunqiu walked over slowly and said, "Okay, old man, don't talk about those useless things. Can't you have a little bit of a master's demeanor?"
"The demeanor of a master?" Xiao Lingchen chuckled, turned around and walked towards Feng Xiaoting, "The old man has always been used to being free and easy. What kind of demeanor is there? Humph! Ji Yatou, get up!"
"Thank you, ancestor...senior." Ji Zimo stood up.
Xiao Chunqiu looked at Ji Zimo, "Do you know who I am?"
"I know, but I wasn't very sure at first." Ji Zimo glanced at Senior Xiaoyao and said, "But since Senior Xiaoyao Sword Immortal is here, I guess that Mr. Xiao is the supreme genius who is rare to see in a hundred years.
Senior Xiao Qingqiu, who entered the Sword Immortal Realm at the age of 1, is known simply as Qing Sword Immortal."
Xiao Chunqiu turned around: "You are right! However, my current name is Xiao Chunqiu. Okay, tell me how you came to this realm."