Seeing Liu Qingyan stunned, the young man in purple asked again: "Where did you learn the technique of writing?"
This time, Liu Qingyan finally came to his senses. He carefully looked at the person in front of him, smacked his lips, and said, "My master taught me this."
Master?
The young man in purple frowned slightly. In this case, this boy is not a disciple of the Sword Sect. Thinking of this, he asked again: "Are you from the Xuan Yu Sect or the Spiritual Medicine Valley?"
Liu Qingyan did not lie, he only said honestly: "Xuanyu Sect." He had a vague feeling that this senior had a close relationship with his master.
After hearing this, the young man in purple nodded, and then smiled slightly, with a little nostalgia in the smile: "So, Fuli actually accepted a disciple?"
After he mentioned the Spiritual Medicine Valley and the Xuanyu Sect, Liu Qingyan had already guessed his identity. Now when he mentioned the master in such a tone, the identity of this person was immediately revealed: "You... …But Holy Lord Wei Xia?”
He remembered that his master once said that his master Zixiao Shengjun was a true sword cultivator. He only practiced one sword in his life and was proficient in weapon refining among the four arts. Most sword cultivators and sword cultivators would choose to practice swordsmanship in order to improve their own swords. Learn how to refine weapons.
The master's uncle, the Holy Lord Weixia, was very proficient in alchemy and making talismans. After the master became a disciple, he spent most of his time being taught by the Holy Lord Weixia. This senior could see at a glance the technique of brushstrokes he used when making talismans, so most of them It is Wei Xia Shengjun Wuyi.
After hearing Liu Qingyan's half-guessing and half-affirming words, the young man in purple smiled, and this smile made his already gentle face look more kind: "The little guy still has some eyesight, just follow me. "
After saying that, he raised the talisman pen in his hand and drew a few strokes in the air. A strange fluctuation immediately appeared in the place where the traces remained. Holy Lord Wei Xia raised his leg and walked towards the fluctuation place, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. In front of Liu Qingyan.
Upon seeing this, Liu Qingyan quickly waved his hand and put all the talisman papers, finished talismans, cinnabar and other items on the ground into the storage bag, and then walked into the place where the Holy Lord Wei Xia disappeared. Then he felt a wave of dizziness. Come, it feels vaguely similar to the feeling when sitting in the teleportation array.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a simple yet elegant hut in front of me. There were patches of spiritual plants planted around the hut, with different colors and shapes. There was even more than one kind of soil at the roots. These spiritual plants seemed to be arranged according to their shape. They are arranged in a special pattern, and Liu Qingyan's eyesight cannot yet identify them.
Looking around, he could recognize very few of the spiritual plants, but the ones he recognized were extremely rare and precious elixirs. From this, it can be imagined that the value of other elixirs would not be as low. Where to go.
Thinking that Shengjun Weixia just held a talisman pen and drew a few seemingly casual strokes to achieve an effect similar to the teleportation array, Liu Qingyan's heart was filled with admiration. When did the talisman in his hand A pen can have such power!
Shengjun Weixia, who had brought Liu Qingyan here, was standing in front of the half-closed and half-opened wooden door of the hut. He faced Liu Qingyan and said very kindly: "Stop holding back, come in with me."
Liu Qingyan did not dare to be rude, she immediately withdrew her slightly surprised gaze and followed the words of Shengjun Wei Xia through the door.
Sitting at the square table facing the door was a burly man, with half-long hair scattered unruly on his shoulders, a thick beard that almost covered half of his face, a high nose, and extremely deep eye sockets. What should have been a very arrogant and proud face was half ruined by the strangely childish look in his eyes.
Just as Liu Qingyan lowered his head and looked at her from the corner of his eye, the man shouted to Wei Xia Shengjun with an unhappy face: "This man bullied Yingying, why did you let him go like this!" This voice, He was clearly the same person who used his invisible hand to control him back then.
Holy Lord Wei Xia said with half annoyance and half smile: "Brother Feng, be serious in front of this junior!" After saying that, he patted Liu Qingyan on the shoulder again, "This is your Master Zixiao!"
Liu Qingyan quickly knelt down in front of the man, bowed three times, and said: "Disciple Liu Qingyan, pay homage to the master!" Then he turned his knees on the spot and bowed to the Holy Lord Wei Xia, "Greetings to the master, uncle. !”
Sage Lord Weixia smiled and helped him up, but Sage Lord Zixiao refused to let him go: "Wait a minute, who is your master! Don't dare to scream!"
Holy Lord Wei Xia smiled helplessly, walked forward immediately, raised his hand and pinched Holy Lord Zixiao's left ear, but his voice was still soft: "He is a disciple of Fu Li, what should I call you if I don't call you Master? Well? ?”
Liu Qingyan quietly watched this scene, and couldn't help but shudder in her heart. The hand pinching the ear of Shengjun Weixia was quite strong. How could Shengjun Weixia, who looked so kind and peaceful, become so scary when he came to Shengjun Zixiao? !
I saw Holy Lord Zixiao shouting: "It hurts, it hurts, let go, let go, Master, Master, why don't I agree!" That slightly rogue demeanor was really no different from a child acting coquettishly.
Hearing the begging for mercy, Holy Lord Weixia let go and cursed with a smile: "Go out and play with Yingying. With you here, Qingyan and I can't talk!"
Upon hearing this, Holy Lord Zixiao ran out of the house with a smile on his face as if he had been pardoned.
After Holy Lord Zixiao went out, Holy Lord Weixia took advantage of the situation and sat on the stool where Lord Zixiao originally sat, and looked at Liu Qingyan with a smile.
Liu Qingyan stood in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face, and hesitantly said: "Uncle Master, Master, what happened to him..." It seemed that something was abnormal?
Sage Lord Wei Xia said with some emotion: "Not long after your master taught all the art of swordsmanship to your uncle Qing Yan decades ago, something went wrong with his Taoist heart, and it became what it is now. Well, When he breaks through this obstacle in his heart one day, he will be able to return to his original appearance." But he doesn't understand that the matter of Taoist heart is very mysterious, and it is not easy to break through the obstacles. If it is simple, how can they I can live in this valley for many years!
Liu Qingyan didn't know what to say. Although he often talked about Tao Xin, in fact, he didn't even touch the edge. After thinking about it, he could only say dryly: "Master, don't worry too much." Yes, Master will definitely get better."
I don't know if my words comforted my uncle.
Holy Lord Wei Xia didn't care about this, he just smiled: "Good boy, my uncle knows your thoughts!" Then he seemed to remember something, and looked at Liu Qingyan with admiration, and said: "I saw that your swordsmanship is not ordinary. , I once thought you were a disciple of the Jian Sect, but it wasn’t until I saw you drawing the talisman that I realized you were actually a disciple of Fu Li. It’s not been easy living in the formation these years!”
Liu Qingyan smiled coquettishly, thinking that all the embarrassing things he had done in the formation over the years were seen by his great uncle!
"Just by the way you use the pen, you can recognize that the disciple is worshiping the master?"
Holy Lord Wei Xia answered Liu Qingyan's doubts: "I passed on the art of writing to your master, how could you not know! I taught three disciples in the Spiritual Medicine Valley, but I only taught your master in Xuan Yu Sect. , you claim to be a disciple of Xuanyu Sect, then you can only be a disciple of Fuli."
Liu Qingyan did not hesitate to flatter you: "You have a sharp eye!"
Holy Lord Wei Xia smiled again: "Glib tongue!"
Outside the house, Holy Lord Zixiao was already playing with the red-browed goshawk that appeared out of nowhere. A transformed Holy Lord, a seventh-level spiritual beast, could actually play with it!
Liu Qingyan looked at the two figures who were having fun, then turned around and asked, "Is the eagle mentioned by the master the red-browed goshawk?"
Upon hearing this, Shengjun Weixia knew that Liu Qingyan had misunderstood, and explained casually: "Yingying is the name your master gave to the red-browed goshawk, Yingwei Ying! Yingying has been in the valley when we first came here You are guarding the half lotus grass here. Your master is very fond of it now, so he treats it as a playmate. A few years ago, when you came to pick the half lotus grass, you trapped Yingying for a whole day. Yes, your master couldn't stand it, so he took action to vent his anger on Yingying."
Liu Qingyan didn't understand again: "Since the half lotus grass is guarded by Yingying, why didn't you and Master stop us when we picked it?"
The Holy Lord Weixia sighed again: "That child Zigui is pitiful! You may not know that his original master Qingchan was the third disciple of my sect. I also took the responsibility for expelling Zigui from the sect. I learned from the message that she was paranoid, and this move also delayed Zi's return. Now that someone is willing to take the risk to refine the medicine for him, I will open the door for convenience."
Only then did Liu Qingyan understand the meaning of leaving him behind and letting Wei Yuemeng go. Together with him being trapped in the chain formation for six or seven years, it was a completely unreasonable disaster!
Why does he just carry it so little!
Realizing that his mood was ups and downs too much, Liu Qingyan hurriedly recited in his heart, a normal heart, a normal heart, not all gains have been made in the past few years, at least he has gained the sword intention!
Holy Lord Wei Xia saw the abnormal fluctuation of spiritual power in his body for just a moment, and soon calmed down. His eyes looked at him with a little more admiration, and he secretly thought in his heart that Fu Li was a good disciple.
After that, Liu Qingyan stayed with his master and his uncle in this unknown valley for several months.
Perhaps due to preconceptions, Shengjun Zixiao was still picky and picky about him, and would cause trouble for him from time to time.
The red-browed goshawk was trapped for a whole day by one of his monks who was in the early stage of foundation building. He lost all his face. He was about to peck him at the right time. Holy Lord Zixiao always helped it. If not for the protection of Holy Lord Weixia, Liu Qingyan might have He had been tortured to death by that person a long time ago.
According to Holy Lord Wei Xia, Holy Lord Zixiao was originally a man of few words, and all his interest was in that natal sword. Apart from having a good look towards him, he ignored everything else, unless he wanted to give back to the sect. If I leave a legacy to my family, I'm afraid I won't even accept him as a disciple.
When he said this, he had a very soft and nostalgic look on his face.
Liu Qingyan knew that the most uncomfortable thing for his master to become like this was his uncle, but he was not a person who could comfort people. He always said that those dry words of comfort were not good, so he had to say it in a joke. Some interesting things between me and my master, hoping to divert my uncle's attention.
Sometimes I think about it, only a gentle temperament like my uncle can tolerate my master, no matter he is as cold and hard-tempered as before, or he is like a child now and makes troubles.
In addition, Liu Qingyan was still shy and asked Sage Wei Xia for advice on how to use the talisman, and Sage Wei Xia was very happy to give him the advice.
It didn't take long for Liu Qingyan to successfully break through to the third level. He happily stuffed a lot of spirit stones into the spirit beast bag and kept the spirit stones in his mouth without chewing them. Amao didn't have the backbone, well... this Looks a lot like him!
But in the end, he was still thinking about the Shadowless Stone in the hands of Zhenjun Jinghan of the Qin family. A few months later, Liu Qingyan said goodbye to the two saints and left the Nameless Valley with his glazed sword.
Tens of miles away from the Nameless Valley, he could still faintly hear Yingying's cheerful and high-pitched cry.
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I feel like these two people love each other very much. There will be stories about them in the future~
Then it’s Qin Zhen’s place! Yanyan is going to deceive Zhenjun Xuwei~
