At dawn, Han Qianye came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
As soon as he walked in, even the cold night couldn't stop the spring breeze on his face.
"Junior brother, why don't you sleep?"
Putting down the book, Nanyun took a look at his senior brother's embarrassed and proud expression, and felt happy for him.
"Brother, I had a dream and couldn't sleep."
He immediately lost his complacent look and said solemnly, "Did our fight accidentally hurt your soul? Tell me about your dream and let me hear it."
He was so nervous about Nanyun. It seemed that Nanyun's things were more important than his. Nanyun was a little embarrassed.
The two of them were in the same room, Han Qianye was changing out of his shabby clothes, and Nanyun walked to the other side and told Han Qianye what he saw in his dream, just like telling his brother what was on his mind.
"By the way, senior brother, Senior Sister Beichen left this for me when she left. It seems to be called Linghualu."
He held the jade bottle and looked at it expectantly.
Sure enough, Han Qianye walked out while buttoning his collar.
"What, Linghualu?"
His eyes were slightly surprised, and he shook the jade bottle, but no sound came out.
"This is such a good baby."
Han Qianye was delighted and continued: "Hehe, it's a full bottle. Follow senior brother and keep it safe for you to drink. But junior brother, did Junior Sister Beichen tell you how to use it?"
This? Is this because of senior brother?
"Senior Sister said, I also guess that this Linghua Dew is extraordinary and I don't dare to use it."
Han Qianye was about to make fun of him when Nanyun continued: "Senior brother, you are as talented as a god and your cultivation level is also high. Senior brother, can you use it?"
Not being able to make fun of him, Han Qianye handed the Linghua Dew back to Nan Yun's hand when he saw the sincerity in his eyes.
"Junior brother, the journey of cultivation is long. At my level of cultivation, external objects are no longer of much use. But you, with an ordinary body, are just right for you. Junior sisters, they are so generous."
Why does senior brother have such a sour taste of jealousy?
Nanyun wiped away the surprise in his heart and felt sorry.
It would be great if senior brother could use this thing. Give it to me. It has little effect. It only increases longevity, which is not the original intention.
"So powerful?" Nanyun has never had the warmth of his brother's care. Although he was shocked by the efficacy of this spiritual essence, he still had the idea of being of some use to his senior brother.
As a poor and kind-hearted person, he was the most unfavorable to others' kindness. Once he enjoyed something, he wanted to repay it with ten points.
"Haha, this is what Junior Sister Beichen gave you. What do you want to do with me?"
That's right, I can't explain it to my senior sister when asked, but...
This is the so-called difference between closeness and distance. Nan Yun absolutely respects those senior sisters, but the senior brother in front of him is even closer to him.
"As long as you understand, this product has magical effects in expelling evil spirits and purifying the mind. Take a drop quickly and sleep well. I am different from you. I have to continue practicing tomorrow, come on!"
At a loss for words, Nan Yun looked at his senior brother who was as bright as the sun.
Han Qianye is like a person in the light, illuminating all the darkness in Nanyun's heart.
In a speechless manner, he tilted the bottle slightly and took a sip of the overflowing Linghua Dew in an awkward posture. He suddenly felt refreshed and Han Qianye looked at him strangely.
At this time, you can realize all the ways, and at this time, your soul can return to the netherworld.
After watching him eat, Han Qianye said with a doting tone on his younger brother: "Sleep well. If you are bored tomorrow, you can come down the mountain to watch me practice."
Practitioners pay attention to purity when they realize the Tao. Han Qianye showed absolute trust in inviting Nanyun to watch him realize the Tao.
Suddenly happy, Nanyun said happily: "Yeah!"
He fell asleep with great joy. In just two days, deep down in his heart, he already trusted Han Qianye extremely.
On the other side, Han Qianye sat upright on the bed and began to practice.
If he were not forced by the situation, he would not waste any time practicing.
After a good night's sleep, Nanyun woke up and saw a few more books beside his bed, and there was still a note left by Han Qianye.
These books are not something that sect disciples often look at. They are books brought by Han Qianye from home, which record the general scenery of Lingxu. However, Nanyun still did not find any information about Qiandao Sect.
In ancient times, the Lingxu was not called the Lingxu, but the Immortal World and the Wilderness. Later, the human race led hundreds of races to fight against the alien races in the Chaotic Immortal Sea. After expelling the alien races, they integrated the alien space with the entire fairyland universe. From then on, there was no more wilderness.
Different from the fairy world, the entire universe is collectively called Lingxu.
Nayun recalled the knowledge from the book in shock. He took a look at the window and saw his senior brother in front of the waterfall with a majestic appearance, so he rushed down to take a look.
Just as he was about to go out, he met Bei Chenxing and Dongfang Li coming together.
"Nanyun, I have met two senior sisters."
The two of them looked at him, and Dongfang Liwen said: "I heard last night that my junior brother was tired of us. Today, his complexion has recovered, and I feel relieved."
Feeling the ethereal feeling of a clean mind at this time, Nan Yun hugged the book and said: "Thank you, senior sister, for thinking about me. I'm fine."
"The sun is blazing at noon, junior brother, what is this?"
"Senior Sister Beichen, I plan to go under the flying cliff to accompany my senior brother to enlightenment."
At the same time, he was surprised and Dongfangli asked curiously: "Do you know how high the flying cliff is? How far do you have to go?"
Is it very far? It doesn’t seem too far.
Nan Yun shook his head, Dongfang Li felt a little angry.
"This guy flew thousands of feet off a cliff. Junior Brother came and went again and again, and a whole day passed."
He didn't understand the thoughts of lovers. When he saw that his senior sister was angry with his senior brother, he quickly said, "It's Nan Yun who wants to go. I don't blame senior brother."
Neither of them understood that he was instigated by Han Qianye. Otherwise, Nanyun, a mortal, must have known how much time it would take to go up and down a thousand-foot mountain.
However, neither of them exposed him.
"It just so happens that we are also here to look for Senior Brother Han. Junior Brother, please."
The two of them talked and smiled gently, with politeness and care. Bei Chenxing motioned to Nanyun to go first, but he couldn't bear it any longer.
Last night, he really wanted to give all the spiritual flowers to his senior brothers. Now that he felt the heartfelt care from the two senior sisters, he suddenly felt sorry for Bei Chenxing.
His little thoughts were very active, but Bei Chenxing didn't care about his thoughts at all. Instead, the two of them were very curious about his thoughts.
They were born with privileges, but like Nanyun, they had never experienced the suffering of Lingxu in their mortal bodies. Like Han Qianye, they were willing to light up Nanyun.
The three of them went out. The senior sister was polite, but he walked in front bravely. He looked at the scenery and watched behind him, fearing that he would miss an instruction.
The scenery going down the mountain was completely different from the scenery along the path Han Qianye took him to choose, and it was also different from what he was watching from the window.
Along the way, the atmosphere is as quiet as the ancient Nan Yun, who walks into a mountain of clouds and mist.
Suddenly, he saw thunder and lightning in the sky above the sect, and mist rolled in wildly.
In the mist, countless wild spirits threw themselves into the thunder sea formed by lightning. The thunder sea rose and fell, and the faint and huge monk's Dharma appeared, casting earth-shattering spells.
He was shocked by what he saw, but a gust of cold wind blew, and what he saw in front of him turned into mist.
The whole mountain is no longer peaceful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant; it is like being in the spiritual ruins again, with fierce clouds and evil fog.
Seeing this familiar scene again, Nanyun turned around.
Bei Chenxing and the other two were not far away from him.
"Junior brother, the wind is strong in the mountains. You can bring this with you. It can be used to store the universe and ward off evil spirits."
He subconsciously caught the crescent-shaped magic weapon thrown by Bei Chenxing, and was surprised to feel a pain in his palm.
This object completed the blood-dropping identification of its owner in an instant. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Senior sister? Is this a magic weapon?"
When he lowered his head and raised his head, there was no one in front of him. He carefully distinguished the fog and saw that the two senior sisters were far away from him. Dongfang Li seemed to be explaining something to him, but he couldn't hear it. The thunder sea in the deep sky seemed to be faintly emerging again.
The wind howled loudly, and the fog changed so quickly that he couldn't see where he was coming from. He stretched out his hands, but couldn't grasp anything.
After being surprised, he quickly put everything in his hand into the Crescent Moon Magical Treasure and walked forward carefully.
Feeling the wind and terrain, he felt that the surroundings were empty, and the sounds of breathing and walking actually echoed in the mist. The echoes became louder and louder, the gaps became shorter and shorter, and the sounds of drums and drums were heard endlessly.
He plucked up the courage, thinking that there would be no danger within the sect, so he slowly walked down the rugged path at his feet.
After walking for dozens of steps, the movement and stillness suddenly changed.
"kill!"
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing came from far away, and before he could see clearly what was coming, two corpses were smashed at his feet.
Bang bang bang!
Immediately afterwards, several more corpses were smashed down, and several human beings with wings on their backs hugged Huang Ling and died together. The shouts of killing in the sky approached and then turned away, and seemed to leave him in an instant, moving the battlefield to the distance.
.
This is?
He squatted and looked at the transparent wings on the backs of these people, like the flight feathers of spiritual birds; the white bones that fell to the ground had lost their color, as if they had been eroded by time and were extremely dark.
Is this the legendary winged human race?
Is this the wild spirit from long ago?
This discovery made him pale with shock. Regardless of his fear, he quickly pulled out a broken sword full of gaps from the corpse of the Winged Human and looked warily into the mist.
The battlefield was already far away, but he was extremely nervous. The corpses and blood in front of him were too real, and he did not dare to joke with his own life.