Let's say that Liu Bailu left with Qingya, but did not take him to rest on the main peak, but flew all the way back to Yaoguang Peak.
"Master, why are we going back like this? Didn't we say that we will stay on the main peak these days?" Being held in Liu Bailu's arms, Qingya felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he is such a big person. It was really unsightly to be held by a woman who looked about the same age as himself.
Seeing Qing Ya twisting and turning in his arms, with both arms still dangling in the air, Liu Bailu frowned and said to him: "If you move around, I will throw you down, believe it or not? "
"Master, even if you throw me down, I can still fly with my sword by myself." Qingya reminded.
"Then I'll take your sword away and see how you fly. You haven't practiced for a few days and you dare to talk back." With that said, Liu Bailu pretended to let go and throw Qingya down.
Seeing Liu Bailu about to let go of his hands, Qingya was stunned to know that the master was just joking with him, but he couldn't help but panic at high altitude.
"No, no, Master, I was wrong, I shouldn't have talked back to you." In a panic, Qingya straightened his body, put his arms around Liu Bailu's neck, and said in a panic in her ear.
After coming back to his senses, Qing Ya realized that he was being held in his arms by his master in a very shameful posture. Out of the young man's small self-esteem, Qing Ya's face turned red at this time. Just as he was about to let go of his arms, Liu Bailu's voice rang in his ears: "Don't let go, just hold him like this to prevent you from moving around again."
The two of them were so close to each other that Qing Ya could even feel her breath lingering in his ears, penetrating through his ears like a clear spring.
Her snow neck is slender and delicate, like flawless white jade with crystal luster. Under the snow-white slender neck, the well-proportioned and exquisite collarbone is comparable to the decoration of any rare treasure, making people unable to look away from her for a long time.
"In the competition just now, when faced with the Thunder Steel Golden Body, which is good at defense, you and the Kaiyang Peak disciple are both at the fourth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. It would be unwise to suppress them with arrogant sword moves. If it weren't for those ten thousand The Sword Flash and the Meteor Sword Formation are powerful and powerful. Once you are defeated by that person, your spiritual power will eventually be exhausted and you will have no choice but to be slaughtered by others. This time it is just a competition between fellow sects. What if it is a life and death battle next time?"
There was a hint of blame in Liu Bailu's tone.
"Master's lesson is correct. When I saw that the two moves didn't work, I couldn't help but feel anxious. I was so eager to win that I used the Meteor Sword Formation, but I ignored my own cultivation." Qingya leaned against Liu Bailu's arms. On his shoulders, he carefully recalled the situation just now.
"So, building a car behind closed doors is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky. Improving your cultivation is important, but training again and again cannot be ignored. In the future, unless your cultivation has reached the spiritual void stage, you have a long life, or you encounter major opportunities, don't even think about shutting yourself up. Guan, only if you practice more and more will you understand something, you know."
"Disciples, please remember Master's teachings."
The duel between the losers group will be held tomorrow. After the master and apprentice arrived at Yaoguang Peak, they began to review today's duel and practice swordsmanship.
In the evening, it rained on Yaoguang Peak. Under the brief afterglow of the sunset on the horizon, raindrops fell on Yaoguang Peak. In the green grass on the roadside, little green people stuck their heads out and danced in the grass.
In the bamboo forest, Zhu Yun, wearing an aqua dress, showed her figure, with bare snow-white jade feet, shuttling through the bamboo forest like a butterfly, looming and dancing, sometimes leaning on a bamboo and playing a green song. The sound of the Dongxiao is as whining as resentment, admiration, and weeping.
Summer has not yet arrived, the peach blossoms have faded, but the branches are already covered with ruddy fruits. A girl in a crimson dress sat on a branch, swaying her smooth legs to the sound of the flute. She suddenly jumped down from the peach tree, holding two white and red peaches in her hands. He ran to Qingya on tiptoes, stretched out his hand, handed the peach in front of him, and said softly: "Please...please."
The voice was very soft, soft, and there were some pauses. Perhaps it was because his cultivation was still shallow and he had not yet fully mastered human language.
"Thank you Miss Feiyue."
Qingya took the peach in her hand, and after thanking her, Feiyue grinned at Qingya, then turned around and jumped back into the tree.
"In the past, when I lived alone, they always stayed away from me. You have been here for three years, and they seem to like you very much." Liu Bailu appeared out of nowhere, standing on Qingya. around.
"In my heart, they are not just elves made of plants. I think they are no different from us humans, even kinder and simpler." Qingya paused for a while and then said, "In the world of cultivation, There are unique miracles everywhere, above the sky and under the Nine Netherworlds, I hope I can be swayed by the wind and the dragon can dive into the abyss."
The young man's eyes were full of longing for the future.
The slanting light has dissipated, night has fallen, and the rain has gradually lightened up.
Zhu Yun stopped dancing, lifted up her skirt and saluted the two of them: "Young Master, Liu Yushou, I'll take my leave for now." After saying that, she disappeared into the bamboo forest. The girl on the peach tree also smiled and waved to the two of them before disappearing. After a brief period of excitement, the silence of the past returned to Yaoguang Peak.
At night, Qingya was reading "The Book of Songs" in his room.
"The soup of the son is on the top of Wanqiu. It is full of emotions but hopeless. Kanqi beats the drum and is under Wanqiu. There is no winter and summer, and it is worth its egret feathers. Kanqi hits the fou, which is the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, just like the egret."
Qingya slowly recited these lines of poetry. The man in the poem deeply loves a witch who can communicate with the gods. She dances beautifully, has a beautiful appearance, and has a noble status. No matter how deep his love is, he still can't. Can't stay with her. These lines of poetry have been washed away for thousands of years, and they are still sad to read today.
Boom, boom, boom, there was a knock on the door at this moment. Qingya closed the book, stood up, and was about to open the door. Before he could reach the door, someone outside the house had already spoken: "Uncle Liu, junior Tianxuanfeng Hua Qing'er comes to visit at night and is causing a lot of trouble. It's just that I saw that Qingya was injured during the day, so I was worried, but I was looking for There are no people on the main peak, only those who have taken the liberty to come here to disturb me, may I ask Master Liu, is Qingya here, and is his injury okay?"
The voice of the girl outside the door is like the cry of a nightingale, melodious and melodious.
Unexpectedly, Hua Qing'er came to visit him. Qingya suddenly felt happy and quickly stepped forward to open the door.
Outside the door, a girl wearing an aqua dress with long hair reaching her waist stood quietly in the thick night. In this dim night, her eyes were shining with soft light like stars, with a myriad of charms that Qingya had never seen before.
