Chu Feng, the little fat boy, was dreaming, a very fragrant and sweet dream. Unfortunately, a dragon's roar from the cave woke him up from his dream.
The ancient blue dragon sitting in the cave roared twice and woke him up from his dream.
"Master, how long have I been here? When will that guy Li Xiuyuan come back!" The first thing the little fat Chu Feng asked after waking up was how long he had been here and how long it would take before he could leave.
Because he has had enough here and can hardly stand it anymore.
"He has been gone for more than a month, and it will take at least another month for him to come back. You have to wait until he comes back before you can leave. Don't be lazy. Believe it or not, I will beat you up."
During the more than a month since Li Xiuyuan left, Chu Feng felt that he was worse than dead every day, being tortured by this old dragon in different ways.
The only reason why he felt he could hold on was that his physical body was countless times stronger than when he was in the academy.
In the words of the ancient Canglong, even the physical body in the middle stage of Poxu is no match for the little fat man now.
There was only one pool of dragon's blood in the cave that he soaked in for a month. The previous stench was no longer there, leaving only a pool of liquid as light as lake water.
Ancient Canglong once used Chu Feng's iron sword to cut his arm. Only a faint mark was seen, but no blood was seen.
"These tens of millions of years of Long Bei have asked you to use it to temper your body. How can you thank me for being my master?"
The ancient Canglong looked at Chu Feng who looked unhappy, kept muttering, and then waved...
Chu Feng let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and wailed in the air: "You are trying to pluck my head off. Even if you are my master, you can't abuse me like this!"
"It's been said that if you don't think about it, you can't make it. Do you want that kid to come back and watch the jokes between you and me, the master and the disciple?"
The ancient blue dragon sitting by the lake glared at him, waved his hand again, and a wailing sound sounded in the air again.
"Wait! Let me rest for a while and say a few words to you." Chu Feng climbed up from the lake, looked at the ancient blue dragon and shouted.
The ancient Canglong looked at him and laughed: "If you have anything to do, tell me! Don't let me look down on you. You have the same temperament as a woman. Isn't it embarrassing?"
The ancient Canglong held the wooden stick in his hand and was eager to try. As long as Chu Feng's answer did not satisfy him, he would probably hit him with the stick.
"Well, I am your personal disciple...Look at the broken iron sword in my hand. Can you give me a sword? It just needs to be better than mine."
Now Bifeng regrets it to death. If he had known earlier, he would have asked Li Xiuyuan to help him make a sword.
After a long wait, there was no movement.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Isn't it true? Forget it, my disciple said something wrong..." Chu Feng's palms were sweating, for fear that the old man would be hit with a stick if he was unhappy.
Although the ancient blue dragon is also malicious, he will not kill him. But he couldn't bear the weight of his hand. Just a slight wave made him feel like he was worse than dead.
"I don't have a sword, but I have a stick in my hand. Do you want to try it?!" The ancient Canglong looked at the angry Chu Feng in front of him, thinking that if it were that kid, he would be as useless as you.
"Look for him, fight to the death, he will die early and be born again." Chu Feng looked at him and shouted with a grimace.
"Okay, I'm going to take action." The ancient Canglong raised the wooden stick high and pointed it at the little fat man lying by the lake.
"Come on! I'll fight with you!" The little fat man closed his eyes tightly and said through gritted teeth.
"Look at your potential! If I had known I wouldn't agree to that kid, how about waiting for him to come back and teach him?!" Ancient Canglong looked at him and said calmly.
"Who says I'm not as good as him? You do it!" The little fat man yelled unwillingly.
"Buzz!" The ancient Canglong took out the wooden stick in his hand.
"You want to murder the disciples! So hard..." The little fat man flew towards the center of the lake and wailed in the air.
The ancient Canglong looked at Chu Feng who was about to fall into the lake, smiled and said: "I am doing this for your own good. You don't have many days like this, so cherish it!"
"Crash!" After falling into the cold lake water again, Chu Feng shouted: "Why don't you come and kill me!"
...
In the Shura Heaven, above the Peach Garden, in the palace of the woman in white.
Dongfang Yu'er, who was wearing a white dress, was leaning against the window, looking at the snow falling on the mountain in a daze. Next to her, Nangong Ruyu, who was wearing a pink dress, was sitting.
"Senior sister, you will get married after spring. When the time comes, will you continue to live here, or will you go to Tianfeng Kingdom to live with that guy?"
Nangong Ruyu held a cup of hot tea in both hands and looked out following Dongfang Yuer's gaze.
I saw a plum blossom tree in full bloom in the snow under the window, facing the wind and snow in the sky with a tenacious attitude.
"I, Master, want the Second Prince to come and live with us. Don't worry, Senior Sister will not leave Junior Sister even if she gets married."
When she said this, she looked back at the woman in white leaning in the hall.
Listening to Dongfang Yu'er's words, Nangong Ruyu couldn't help but sigh.
Looking at Dongfang Yu'er, she said, "I don't know what's wrong with my master. My mother invited him several times, but he just refused to come to Taoyuan as a guest!"
Dongfang Yu'er was startled, and instantly thought of the guy sitting in the bamboo house of the academy playing the piano. Thinking of his neither sad nor happy appearance, she suddenly felt a little bored.
Looking at Nangong Ruyu, he replied: "Maybe he feels that he is disabled and is embarrassed to come to our Taoyuan as a guest?"
Nangong Ruyu was startled, looked at her and suddenly shouted: "You are not allowed to talk about my master like this. Even if he can never see his eyes, he is still my Nangong Ruyu's master."
The woman in white, who was hiding and closing her eyes to rest, sighed softly, looked at her daughter and said: "Yu'er, you are not allowed to talk to senior sister like this. It is a fact that Li Xiuyuan is disabled, and it is not caused by you or me. ....."
There was nothing she could do about her daughter's grief. The only thing is to take her as far away from the academy as possible.
However, the thought of the two meeting again at Luoxia Mountain next summer made her unable to help but feel knotted in her bowels, and she leaned on the recliner and sighed heavily.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Ruyu was still reluctant and stood up and said, "It's too boring to stay on the mountain. I'm going down the mountain to see grandpa." Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the hall.
Dongfang Yu'er looked at the wayward back of the little junior sister and couldn't help but said quietly: "I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for junior sister to be with that guy."
The woman in white raised her head and glanced at her, thought for a while and replied: "This is a matter between me and her, you don't need to pay attention to it. It doesn't matter if Li Xiuyuan doesn't want to come to Taoyuan, out of sight is out of mind!"
Hearing the words Li Xiuyuan, Dongfang Yu'er once again unknowingly connected him with the guy named Li Ye whom he met in the Five Domains Dynasty.
If that guy is still there in his mind, who knows what level of cultivation he has reached? Will he be like me and have to see the threshold of breaking the void?
On a normal day, even if her daughter quarreled or fought with Dongfang Yu'er, the woman in white would not care. Girls, there is no reason not to quarrel.
But today, he was a little upset.
I wonder if it’s because of the Shura battlefield that has been opened? Or is it for Dongfang Yuer’s upcoming marriage? Or because my daughter would go to the inconspicuous little Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain in the summer.
Just because there is a boy she seems familiar with in the Taoist temple and she wants to go back?
Or is it because she has no confidence in herself and her daughter?
Any thought, good or bad, is a troublesome thing. No matter what the outcome is, the process has tortured countless people...
Getting up from the recliner, the woman in white came to the window and looked out the window at Nangong Ruyu, who was walking down the mountain step by step. Her chest felt like being pricked by needles, and she felt an unspeakable pain.
The little guy has grown up and has his own thoughts and persistence.
...
In the wine shop in Ding'an City, Li Xiuyuan was sitting in a daze under the roof.
Everything, just tonight! He had been sitting like this for three nights, just to carve a rune on the courtyard wall.
At the end of the Xu period, Li Xiuyuan put down the scroll in his hand.
He took out his inscription knife and stood under the black and white courtyard wall. The black stone bricks and the white ones are snowflakes. He wants to engrave a rune similar to the one on the Great Wall.
A rune that only belonged to him, Li Xiuyuan, and made the world respond.
On a whim, he held half a glass of wine in his left hand, and the inscription knife in his right hand was like a sharp blade cutting through time and space...
My sword will penetrate three-thirds of the stone, causing heaven and earth to resonate. This rune of mine will turn into an indestructible sword, cutting through the ups and downs of the world.
At this moment, he is holding an inscription knife, just like twisting the rusty iron sword, he can slay the sky and the earth at any time to slay demons.
The north wind was too strong and the snowflakes were cold. Before he could think about it, a rune like cinnabar mixed with thick ink fell on the black stone.
Li Xiuyuan started writing at this point on the black stone, opened his eyes and gathered the power of yin and yang between heaven and earth.
The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, the wind and snow cannot come close to me.
At half past midnight, Li Xiuyuan put away all the objects on the table. He boiled water and made himself a pot of tea. After drinking two cups of hot tea, he returned to his room and lay down on the bed after regaining some of his energy.
Thinking silently about the first rune on the courtyard wall, Li Xiuyuan read softly:
"With this talisman, I am invincible in Ding'an City."
...
In three days, just three days of effort, Li Xiuyuan wrote out the defensive talisman and sword talisman he wanted, and turned it into a talisman and engraved it on the wall of the small courtyard.
Thinking that it won't be long before the entire courtyard and... are wrapped in his own runes, I can't help but feel a trace of indescribable happiness in my heart.
It is much more difficult to inscribe runes on the courtyard wall than on iron arrows. To inscribe runes on pieces of black stone, the requirements for the talisman master are too high. At the very least, they must be able to withstand the suffering of these long months and years. .
Those runes that are too complicated, too complicated to be accommodated by a black brick, naturally cannot be engraved on this courtyard wall.
He wanted the talisman on the courtyard wall, but I couldn't see the talisman at a glance.
He had read tens of thousands of books on Talismans in Guiguzi's house, but those books were only introductions. The runes themselves are not explained in any detail.
He wants to find a few talismans that really work among the complicated runes, engrave them, and then let the world here know his thoughts.
He didn't know when his teacher would be able to become a Talisman Master, but now he wanted to give it a try and cultivate the Talisman Way he wanted through his own efforts.
After pondering for a moment, he slowly closed his eyes and slowly recalled the strokes he made just now, as well as the depth of each rune carved on the black stone.
In the days to come, he will maintain such strokes and depth, just like every sword he swings, he will maintain the same speed and angle.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed. He was carving runes and practicing his sword.
Turn the simplest sword skills into the most complex runes on the courtyard wall.
After a moment of silence, he released his spiritual consciousness to sense the runes on the black stone on the courtyard wall, as well as the subtlest changes in the vitality of the world around the runes.
As expected, the invisible layer of talisman was like a sword that cut through the air. Between the flow of his consciousness, there is a defense and an attack!
That night, he fell into a deep sleep while lying on the bed.
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