"This is for you. Since you have decided to go to the underground fighting arena, then be prepared." Yan Bei put away the laziness on his face, said seriously, and directly untied a half-old red rope from his wrist , on the red rope, there is a jade-white knuckle-sized leaf tied on it, with densely packed runes carved on it.
"This is a life talisman. Wear it before you go to the underground fighting arena." Yan Bei couldn't help but put the red rope on Lingchu's wrist, and the red rope wrapped around Lingchu's wrist with great spirituality. above.
Lingchu only felt that the red rope on his wrist was a little hot to the touch. The life-changing talisman could withstand a fatal blow. The thing that exchanged the talisman for life was an extremely precious talisman.
This is almost equivalent to a life.
"Senior brother! This is too much"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Bei, "The life talisman is precious, but it is not as important as my junior sister."
Yan Bei, who has always been lazy, raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was solemn, and his eyebrows were affirmative.
Lingchu looked at the rare serious look of his second senior brother, and felt warm in his heart, as if he had drank a bowl of hot bone soup in winter.
"Second Senior Brother, for the first time, I feel that you are as handsome as Senior Brother!" Lingchu stroked the red string on his wrist, with a smile as bright as the warm spring sun on his face.
Yan Bei was obviously very pleased. He squinted his eyes and nodded with a comfortable smile. In the middle of nodding, he suddenly paused and asked, "Wait a minute, what does junior sister mean by saying this, does she think that senior brother is more handsome than him before?" !
How unreasonable!
The half-lying man suddenly sat up straight again. Just when he was about to question his junior sister, he saw a smiling face as bright as the warm sun, and his tone suddenly choked.
That's all, the junior sister still praised him, not to mention, now in the junior sister's heart, he is as handsome as the senior brother, and from now on, he will be more handsome than the senior brother.
Yan Bei thought to himself and felt refreshed.
"Junior sister, I will tell you about the underground fighting ground in detail. You must listen carefully. If you lose, you will admit defeat. But don't hold on. You will be able to keep the green hills without worrying about having no firewood, right?"
Because of the underground fighting arena, Yan Bei temporarily put aside his duties at Taiqing Mountain and carefully explained the underground fighting arena to Lingchu.
Lingchu also listened carefully. She really wanted to hone herself in the underground fighting arena and hone her murderous sword intent, but she definitely did not want to seek death.
There is only one life.
No, Lingchu flicked the red rope on his wrist, and he only had two lives.
After saying this, for several hours, Yan Beizhi told Lingchu everything he knew about the underground fighting arena. As he talked, he became more and more uneasy. Finally, he simply said, "Junior sister, otherwise I will accompany you." Go ahead."
Lingchu couldn't laugh or cry. She really didn't know that her second senior brother had the potential to become an old mother.
"Senior brother! No need, I've remembered it all. If you can't beat him, you will admit defeat. Face is not important, winning or losing is not important, your life is the most important." Lingchu's clear eyes were as curved as magatama, and his tone was smiling.
Yan Bei also knew that he was too nervous, but he couldn't be nervous.
Looking at the delicate junior sister in front of him with a careless smile, Yan Bei's heart was full of sorrow.
Why did the master accept a junior sister for him? If this was a junior brother, he would have thrown her directly into the underground arena without blinking an eye.
After all, it was Master Jin Dan. Yan Bei sighed and did not mention accompanying him again. Even a junior sister should indeed be tempered.
"Just remember, don't show off, do your best." Yan Bei once again felt how his senior brother felt every time he learned that he was looking for someone to fight again.
Lingchu nodded with a smile, listened to a few more instructions from his second senior brother, and then left the hall.
Leaving the main hall and exiting Taiqing Mountain.
Lingchu did not go directly to Fangshi, but went to Waishan first.
She wanted to see He Chaoyun. Back then, she brought He Chaoyun to the sect, but she left it to her senior brother. Suddenly, she hadn't seen He Chaoyun in two years. Lingchu always missed him a little.
There are endless peaks in the outer mountains.
The green pines are tall and straight, standing rustling on the edge of the cliff.
The place where the disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect held their morning classes has never changed. It is still the same ancient pavilion.
When the spirit first arrives, it is when morning classes are over.
The teacher in charge of teaching had just waved his sleeves and left. A group of half-grown children who had been sitting quietly and solemnly on the ground suddenly slumped.
The left and right people put their heads together and started laughing and joking.
For a time, the ancient pavilion was filled with laughter and laughter, which added a bit of popularity to this ancient sect.
Lingchu stood on the crane, looked down at the disciples, and soon saw He Chaoyun in the crowd.
We haven't seen each other for two years. He Chaoyun, who is already ten years old, has grown a lot taller, and the outline of his face is also revealed. His eyebrows are clean and beautiful, and his black eyes are bright and clear. He is smiling now and is about the same size as the person next to him. The female disciple spoke.
Speaking of happiness, the two held hands with each other, covered their mouths and giggled.
Lingchu's consciousness moved, and the crane under his feet raised its head and chirped, and landed gracefully on the stone here.
Within the sect, it is not uncommon for cranes to soar in the sky, or for disciples to ride on cranes, but it is rare for them to fall down here.
Coupled with the clear chirp of the crane, the disciples who had not left the ancient pavilion all raised their heads and looked this way.
Lingchu floated down from the crane's back, her blue skirt rippling slightly, swaying like the wind, and her figure graceful.
The token of the inner disciples on his waist shocked all the outer disciples here. They all looked at Lingchu in surprise and curiosity, lowering their heads and whispering to each other.
The inner mountain and the outer mountain are not in the same place, so the disciples of the outer mountain rarely see the disciples of the inner mountain. Moreover, those who can become inner mountain disciples are naturally foundation-building monks.
For a disciple here who is just a newbie and is still in the Qi training period, it is really rare to see him, so he is naturally curious.
The friends next to He Chaoyun were naturally very curious. They put down the hand covering their small mouth, looked at Lingchu's elegant and jade-like face, pulled He Chaoyun's sleeve, with excitement on his face, and whispered, "Chaoyun, hurry up. Look, look, it’s Uchiyama’s uncle, he’s so beautiful.”
After He Chaoyun's friend finished speaking, he found that He Chaoyun didn't react at all. He turned around and looked strangely, only to find that He Chaoyun, who had always been smart and calm, was staring blankly at the inner disciple without blinking.
Before they could wake up He Chaoyun, He Chaoyun's friends were surprised to find that the inner disciple was walking straight in their direction, with a faint smile on his face, like a flower blooming or the morning sun.
He Chaoyun's friend was stunned again, it was so beautiful.
When they came back to their senses, the inner disciple had already arrived in front of the two of them. He Chaoyun's friend, who was holding He Chaoyun's sleeve, keenly felt the slightly trembling body of the sleeve owner.
"Xiao Chaoyun!"
He Chaoyun's friend heard the beautiful inner mountain disciple opposite, who looked like a jade sculpture, saying in a clear voice.
Turning her head to look at He Chaoyun, the girl, who had always had a strong temper, had a little wetness in her eyes, but a big smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Sister Yu!"
