Brother is always slapping his face

Jia Jingyu noticed that Mo Zhannan was frowning, and without saying a word, he waved his hand in front of his eyes, bringing him back to life, and said softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"No...it's nothing." Mo Zhannan whispered without saying anything.

Jia Jingyu thought for a while, and then said: "Junior brother, why do I feel that you are always preoccupied, if you have any troubles, why don't you tell me."

If I tell you, will you still regard me as your younger brother?If I let you know that you have "led the soul into the body" and attracted the soul of the demon prince who has been dormant at the bottom of the ghost cliff for ten years, I don't know how you will feel.

Something went wrong, Mo Zhannan glanced at it indifferently, restrained his sharpness, and said, "Senior brother, if one day you and I draw our swords to face each other, will you show mercy?"

Hearing this, Jia Jingyu stared at him for a moment, and finally said: "What are you thinking about, my sword will not point at my brother."

"That's not necessarily..." Mo Zhannan smiled, "Okay, why don't you teach me how to practice the sword, I have almost learned the mental formulas."

"Yeah, you're a quick learner, I didn't expect you to be so strong..." Jia Jingyu didn't hold back.

He glanced over with dissatisfied little eyes, Jia Jingyu changed the subject, and said with a smile: "I even suspect that you were a martial arts master in your previous life, and you learned quickly and well."

"I don't remember anything from the past, okay, let's go to the bamboo forest to practice swords."

"Okay, let's go."

……

Xue Wenlin had a heavy responsibility, teleported for six consecutive nights, dived into the former site of the Demon City at night, and used the technique of summoning souls, but still did not see half of the remnant soul of Lord Lieyun.

He was so anxious that he never gave up.On the seventh night, at the former site of the ruined palace, I looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, the sky will never kill me, the demons, please come out and meet me, and tell the practice method of the Jiuyou Divine Art. Your Majesty, the blood sea and deep hatred must be won with blood." Repay, subordinate Xue Wenlin, please see me."

Kneeling on the knees, eyes full of desolation, with faint traces of paranoia and madness, he cut his finger with the blade without hesitation, and bright red blood dripped out, drawing amulets with blood, strange and gloomy, and muttering words, this is what he tried six times. A night of spiritualism.

Hard work pays off, and this night, the last lingering ghost of the demon king Lieyun appeared in front of Xue Wenlin.

"Your Majesty..." Xue Wenlin looked dazed, his phantom swayed, that man with resolute features, who responded to every call, and the man of kingly demeanor, was familiar yet unfamiliar, his lips trembled, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Xue Wenlin, why did you summon this king?" Lie Yun's voice was ethereal, suddenly approaching and then far away.

"Your Majesty..." Xue Wenlin walked over on his knees, wanting to get closer to Lie Yunxuankong's remnant soul, and said in an eager voice: "Your Majesty, the heavens will not perish for my demon clan, Prince Wu Yutang Yu is not dead..."

Shi Potian was shocked, and Lie Yun was also shocked. He looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "What you said...is everything you said true?"

"It's true, by accident, he was reborn by a monk named Jia Jingyu sent by Taihe, using the technique of 'returning the soul from a dead body', and now his name is Mo Zhannan, who happens to be my new Linlang Peak. Accepted disciples."

What Xue Wenlin said was really confusing, Lie Yun didn't have time to think about it, and just said: "Okay, it's good to be alive." Before he finished speaking, his phantom ghost flashed with the wind, like a candle in the wind, clearly Extinguished, will be extinguished.

"Your Majesty..." Xue Wenlin cried out in pain.

"You get up first, the king only has a wisp of soul left, if you have anything to ask, tell me quickly." Lie Yun said bluntly.

"Yes." Xue Wenlin got up quickly, organized his words, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the purpose of this subordinate's invitation to you is to know the martial arts secrets of the Jiuyou Divine Art. The prince is eager for revenge, but he doesn't know the point. Please tell me .”

"Look, you are indeed a good nephew of this king, just listen carefully, I will repeat the martial arts secrets of Jiuyou Divine Art to you."

"please say."

Lie Yun told Xue Wenlin verbatim the martial arts cheats of the Jiuyou Divine Art, and he concentrated on every word.

When the last word was spoken, Lie Yun disappeared into the wind without a trace.

Xue Wenlin chased after a few steps without giving up, and finally had no choice but to accept his fate, lost his soul, knelt down and bowed and saluted: "Subordinate Xue Wenlin sends you respectfully..."

……

Xue Wenlin returned to his residence, and that night, he got in touch with Mo Zhannan and told him the great news of the day.

In the sea of ​​dreams, the tide has receded.

The two meet on the golden beach.

"Master, you are finally here. Is there any new progress?" Mo Zhannan hurried up to meet him and asked.

Hearing this, Xue Wenlin calmed down, nodded and said, "I have been diving into the Demon City for seven consecutive nights, using the blood curse to summon souls, and finally I was able to meet the Demon Lord."

The boulder in his heart fell, Mo Zhannan breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked: "Then, did my uncle tell you the practice method of Jiuyou Divine Art?"

"Yes, of course there is, I'll tell you right away." Xue Wenlin recalled, slowing down his speech, speaking seriously, and listening to him meticulously.

There are only a few sentences in the rare martial arts cheats in the world, but there are still many profound and difficult to understand.

Xue Wenlin used what he had learned in his life to discuss with Mo Zhannan to overcome difficulties.

After talking about martial arts cheats for a long time, Xue Wenlin looked almost done, and haste makes waste.As soon as the subject changed, he asked, "I'm not here these few days, has Jia Jingyu practiced swordsmanship diligently, and have the other disciples been lazy?"

Thinking of what happened today, Jia Jingyu successfully obtained the Qiushuang Sword that had been dormant for thousands of years, should he tell Master or not?Mo Zhannan began to hesitate.

Seeing his silence, Xue Wenlin was puzzled, and continued: "What's the matter? Now, between you and me, do you still have to hide something? Zhan Nan?"

Hearing the master calling his name in a more emphatic tone, Mo Zhannan's expression changed slightly, and he said carefully: "Actually, something unusual happened today."

"What unusual thing?" Xue Wenlin pursed his lips and licked him.

Mo Zhannan turned slightly sideways, glanced at him and said, "Today, Master Zhao Hui of Yuhuafeng asked male and female disciples of our school to go to Taixu Sword Tomb to find a handy sword. Jia Jingyu... Jia Jingyu is really lucky, he took out the legendary, invincible Qiushuang sword."

"Autumn Frost Sword?" Xue Wenlin muttered, his expression unpredictable, and he was amazed: "How is it possible? How could this happen? Autumn Frost Sword, for thousands of years, has never recognized its owner, how could it be captured by Jia Jingyu?"

"..." Mo Zhannan was also lost in thought when he heard what the master said.

After a while, Xue Wenlin analyzed the pros and cons: "It is said that the Lishang Sword and the Qiushuang Sword are two famous swords that have been passed down through the ages. You must always pay attention to the level of Jia Jingyu's swordsmanship. If he concentrates and makes rapid progress, you will kill him to avoid He will become our formidable enemy in the future.”

"Just kill him!" This sentence was like a sharp knife piercing his heart, Mo Zhannan was uneasy, and lost his voice: "Master..."

Look at him with his scales and feathers ripped out, as if someone is going to cut out his heart.Xue Wenlin was so angry that he lowered his face and said angrily: "How can a person who achieves great things be soft-hearted and indecisive!"

Mo Zhannan was also startled when he heard the words, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said: "Master, don't worry, I am in the same room with him, and I will keep an eye on him. If he succeeds, I will..." However, he still couldn't say a single resolute word.

"What is it?" Xue Wenlin was aggressive.

"I just..." Mo Zhannan was at a loss for words.

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