Jun Wuwei took Xue back to Lumen Peak.
There are many immortal pines planted on the top of the peak, and there is also a blue mirror lake. There are no flowers, grass, or spiritual animals around it.
Xue Zhenzhen sternly said: "Trash, go back to the Immortal Forest to practice swordplay."
Xue Cuo lazily jumped down from the clouds, and the snow sword floated behind him with a look of dismay.
Passing by the Friends' Hall, Xue Cuo took a look inside. There was an air of immortality and glowing light inside.
Mother and father went in and sat at the bottom. At the top was a Taoist priest wearing a purple gold and white jade crown. Next to him sat the master from Lingguang Temple, a big man carrying a gourd, a woman playing with a silver snake, and some demon-like guys. .
Xue Cuo wanted to look again. The woman with the silver snake wrapped around her arm noticed that he was prying and glanced here.
The sword spike on the snow sword immediately turned into a big green and black hand, picked up Xue Cuo's sword and left.
The speed is as fast as lightning.
Xue Cuo's face was blown wildly by the strong wind, and his immature face seemed to loosen a little. He rushed to the immortal forest by Jinghu Lake with one man and one sword.
Xue Cuo rolled around a few times, stood up with difficulty, and began to take out the talisman. The snow sword's alarm bell sounded loudly, and he ran left and right to block.
Xue Cuo stepped on the flowing clouds, threw his little hands together, and the talisman flew out like a goddess scattering flowers: "Sleepy!"
Thirty-two white talismans inhaled the whirlwind-like spiritual energy, forming a star-covered moon, blocking the road up, down, left, and right.
The big green hands on the snow sword were stretched to the left and right, and they simply turned evil to Dan Bian. A sword light broke the talisman and rushed towards Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo yelled, turned around and ran away.
Xue Jian was "mentioned" by Sword Fairy Lord Wuwei. He knew that this kid had deep heels and couldn't afford to offend him, but it was an evil sword after all. An let Xue Cuo be bullied by a little kid, so he chased Xue Cuo and beat him up.
Xue Cuo was slapped on the butt several times, and he took out an invitation talisman: "You...don't force me! I, the little Taoist master, am known as the little talisman god of Lumen Peak!"
The big green and black hands on the snow sword bounced, raising their fingers mockingly.
Xue Cuo swished out three blue talismans, and the turbulent sound of the majestic river suddenly sounded in the woods.
The space where Xuejian was located was slightly distorted, revealing the boundless scenery of the great swamp. However, what frightened Xuejian was not the Taoist image drawn by a child, but a woman vaguely transformed into the water of the swamp.
God of Daze?
The big green and black hands stopped jumping for an instant.
Xue Cuo didn't know it yet, but when he saw Xue Jian was trapped, he put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Xie Jian, you must be afraid, this is something I learned from watching Daze at night."
The snow sword buzzed, and the big green and black hand rode on the hilt of the sword, broke through the shackles, and flew straight towards Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo: "..."
He turned and ran.
A quarter of an hour later.
The snow sword flew out of the old forest leisurely, carrying Xue Cuo on its sword.
The blue-black big hand lazily raised its fingers and threw Xue Cuo on the grass. The sword body hung in the air, and the big hand turned into a sword spike to practice.
Xue Cuo gave up when he couldn't beat him: "Uncle Jian?"
Xue Cuo stretched out his hand and tugged at the tassel of the sword, and Xuejian slapped his buttocks with his backhand.
"Ouch."
The woods fell silent.
Xue Cuo called Uncle Jian several times, but Xue Jian ignored him. Xue Cuo became dejected and practiced his sword for a while, but got nothing.
He threw the sword on the grass in frustration and began to sit by the lake in a daze.
Jinghu Lake was as quiet as a mirror. Xue Cuo was really bored, so he lay down by the lake and read a tattered Taoist book. It looked like "Introduction to Talismans"
Oh, it turns out that the little Talisman of Lumen Peak hasn’t started yet.
After studying for a while, Xue lost interest and picked up two piles of stones as playmates.
Xuejian didn't like to talk to Xue Cuo very much. Xue Cuo couldn't provoke him, so he went to the lake to fry fish, and the noise was not small.
Xuejian was splashed by the fish-exploding lake for the third time. He couldn't bear it anymore and chased Xue Cuo. The ruthless blue-black iron hand left red finger marks on his little buttocks.
Xue Cuo twitched and handed over the fish-fried talisman: "It's gone."
The snow sword buzzed, and a big blue-black hand knocked on Xue Cuo. Xue Cuo's eyes widened: "Uncle Jian, it's really gone."
The big blue-black hand remained still for a while, then picked up the stone, clenched it into a fist, and then raised the hand, causing powder to fly.
Xue Cuo said with a sad face: "There are... a few small ones."
After confiscating Xue Cuo's thunder talisman, Xuejian found temporary peace, but it was too peaceful and there was a problem.
Xue Cuo has been the only one in the Immortal Forest for such a long time. This baby keeps talking to himself every day. Besides playing with rocks and big trees, will there be no problem?
"Uncle Jian!"
The snow sword flew over lazily.
Xue Cuo was covered in mud from playing, but he was very confident: "Look, I made you a left-hand sword spike with pine needles from the eternal pine, so that you will not be alone."
The snow sword remained still for a while, and so did the big blue-black hand.
Xue Cuo: "Uncle Jian?"
Xue Jian buzzed, and slowly lowered its height. His big blue-black hand took the pine needle sword spike in Xue Cuo's hand, and put it together with his own, just like his left and right hands.
The immortal pine is an ancient alien species. It has natural Tao patterns and aura. Each tree is equivalent to a master in the realm of gods. The pine needles collected by Xue Cuo condense the essence of the immortal pine. They are slowly nurtured and can cultivate spiritual wisdom. , I don’t know how he got it.
What's even more rare is this kindness. Xuejian hasn't felt pure kindness in a long time.
The vibrant blue-green sword spikes and the decaying and evil blue-black colors create a harmonious and strange beauty.
The big blue-black hand touched the fingers of the pine needle sword spike, and when he touched it, the big blue-black hand became stiff.
Suddenly, big green and black hands grabbed Xue Cuo's face and twisted it hard.
The snow sword slapped Xue Cuo's ass
Xue Cuo shouted: "Uncle Jian, I don't know whether you like female hands or male hands!"
After a while, Xue Cuo followed Xue Jian to the edge of the Immortal Forest.
Xue Cuo's little mouth was still chattering: "Uncle Jian, my mother punished me by swinging my sword a thousand times a day. I am not allowed to go out to play. Moreover, there are restrictions here, so I can't get out."
The big hand on the snow sword knocked on the hilt, lifted Xue Cuo up, and passed through the restriction with a whoosh.
Xue Cuo was huffing and puffing, but he was shouting excitedly.
Xue Jian was infected by his spirit, got a little excited, rushed out of Lumen Peak, and flew towards the sky.
Xue Cuo hung a few wind-controlling charms on himself and was so excited that his hands flapped like wings: "Uncle Jian, the sky is so beautiful!"
Xuejian buzzed proudly.
clang!
clang!
clang!
At the Mao hour, the Daoist bell rang, and the low tone of the bell echoed in the valley.
Looking around, you can see strange peaks and mountains standing in the morning mist and clouds. Cranes are flying, cloud birds are soaring, and the shining light covers hundreds of miles.
The Gate of Heaven is guarded by a group of peaks. The peaks are so high that they seem like a sharp blade piercing the sea of clouds, forever between heaven and earth.
Beyond the valley are stretches of vast swamps with vast swamps, huge celestial whales leaping about, strange animals coming out of the water, patches of reed flowers like clouds, mist, and snow, all so beautiful.
Xue Cuo's little mouth opened roundly, and he was fascinated by it. The spiritual energy surged around his body, forming a deep and majestic Taoist charm.
The snow sword buzzed and hung lazily above his head to protect him.
In the surrounding mountains, rivers and clouds, there are countless people and spiritual creatures who can comprehend through the glow of the rays. Even a fool can comprehend such majestic and majestic natural charm.
Therefore, Xue Cuo did not attract anyone's attention.
Xuejian glanced lazily, wanting to see what charm Xue Cuo had comprehended.
Well, the rivers and seas are tidal, and the blue waves are thousands of miles away.
This boy has the blessings of the goddess Daze, clouds and clouds, and golden crows rising to the sea...
Golden Crow?
The snow sword trembled, and the mysterious Taoist image surrounding Xue Cuo gradually condensed into a shadow.
The phantom was very faint, sitting on his knees in the red sun wheel. He had a majestic figure, wrapped in the eternal blazing sun, and his breath was ancient and obscure. He did not open his eyes, but he glanced at Daoxiang's snow sword but felt that he was stepping on it instantly. Into the sea of fire.
Countless golden flames soared with huge fiery red wings, like millions of newborn chicks, spinning, singing, and flying forward desperately.
The snow sword's blade was red and crumbling.
Fortunately, the rhyme passed by in a flash and did not condense into a substantial Taoist image.
Xue Cuo opened his eyes in disappointment: "Hey, Uncle Jian, why are you shaking so hard?"
The snow sword remained still for a moment, and its spirit buzzed feebly.
This kid's talent is not bad, just a little worse than when his master was alive.
The snow sword was trembling, and his whole body was frighteningly hot. He was carrying Xue Cuo, and was about to descend from the clouds to the lake to cool down, when suddenly a white cloud floated over.
"Fellow."
There were two people standing on the cloud, one large and one small.
The older one is wearing purple clothes and is a prim-looking old woman. The younger one is eleven or twelve years old, with beautiful features but an expression as old-fashioned as a clay sculpture.
The old grandma looked at Xue Cuo hanging on the sword, obviously a little surprised.
Xue Cuo tilted his head: "Auntie."
Xue Cuo was more particular about the sword than Xue Cuo. He threw Xue Cuo off the sword and condensed a thin piece of spiritual energy to hold him up so that he wouldn't look so embarrassed.
Xue accidentally fell on his buttocks, and his buttocks, which had been tortured for the past few days, shook, and he suddenly grinned.
The old grandma was silent for a moment, with a slight look of disgust in her eyes. She had lost the desire to make friends, and she said perfunctorily: "I saw the Taoist phenomena here are very strange. I didn't expect that he is a young talent, a young Taoist friend, and he is young and promising."
Xue Cuo had never been praised before, so he was very happy: "Really? Wait, I will find a talisman. Can you say it again? I will record it and listen to it."
Old grandma: "?"
Xue Jian couldn't bear it and slapped Xue Cuo on the butt to stop the embarrassing behavior. Xue Cuo cried angrily: "It's so hot! What are you doing! You can't spank me anymore today, it's already swollen!"
The snow sword was so angry that it buzzed and turned into vibrations.
"puff."
The young man following the old grandma couldn't help but bend his eyes. This smile was brilliant, but when the old grandma looked at it, the young man straightened his mouth again, regained his calmness like a clay sculpture, and held his hand to Xue Cuo: "Xiao Dao." Friend, I'm sorry."
Xue Cuo quickly raised his hands and said, "Oh, it's okay. My name is Xue Cuo. What's your name?"
The young man's eyes were amused by Xue Cuo's clumsy movements. He glanced at the old woman. The old woman shook her head slightly, and the young man calmed down: "My name is Ren Shu."
Xuejian poked Xue Cuo and grabbed Xue Cuo's back collar with his big hands, indicating that it was time for him to leave.
