Sword Qi Hengqiu

Miss Qing was completely devastated by the demon king, she was staring at the sky in a daze.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, the sun was hot, and the demon's face was swollen.

Miss Qing came back to her senses, and found that Mozun was standing in front of him and smiled softly at herself: "Xiaoqing."

Miss Qing's hair stood up in an instant, and she carefully moved to the side: "What do you always do?"

Bu Fanshuang waved to Feng Qiongye who was not far away, and Feng Qiongye, who finally saw the sun, ran over in small steps and sat beside Miss Qing: "Girl, have you ever seen a flower called Jiuyuan Qionghua in the northwest?" ?”

Miss Qing immediately shook her head: "There is no grass growing there, so where are the flowers?"

Feng Qiongye said with a sad face: "It is still possible for fairy flowers to grow. The main reason is that I don't know the specific shape, otherwise it would be easy to find."

"The desert in the northwest is just like the desert in the world. Not a single blade of grass grows, or a few plants can barely survive." Ling Rangjin suddenly appeared, and smiled at his apprentice, "Therefore, no matter whether it is a mortal flower or a fairy flower, there will be no flowers there."

Bu Fanshuang pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "It is called Qionghua, but it may not be a flower. The legend is far away, and it has been rumored for a long time. Maybe it is not a flower at all. Xiaoqing, do you know what the Remnant Desolate Sect is doing in the northwest?"

Miss Qing was about to answer, but Bu Fanshuang took the first step and said with a smile: "If you still say you don't know, you can receive the punishment yourself."

Miss Qing shivered, and immediately poured beans and said: "They said they were expanding their territory, but they seem to be looking for something. I have also searched for that thing, but they are definitely not looking for flowers. I heard vaguely, but it seems to be a strange place. Lingyu."

"What's the name?"

"What Xuanqiu." Miss Qing scratched her face, "I was just trying to make trouble for them, I really didn't notice."

"Xuanqiu, Jiuyuan." Ling Rangjin said, "If the pronunciation is reversed, the pronunciation is similar. Instead of embarrassing them, Fanshuang, why don't we go alone."

Bu Fanshuang glanced at him: "Is it possible? Don't let me carry you on your back if you can't walk halfway."

He smiled: "I only carry my future sweetheart's."

Ling Rangjin unfolded his fan and said with a smile: "If you don't carry it, can you hold it?"

Bu Fanshuang said happily, "Of course."

"Then it's settled." Ling Rangjin looked down at Feng Qiongye, "Teacher, where are you going?"

Feng Qiongye said pitifully: "I will be arrested and returned to Xianmeng immediately after I leave Gushan."

"I will talk to Shen Wu." Ling Rangjin patted him on the shoulder, "If you really don't want to go with him, you can go to Mianyue Valley, and I will give you the young master token."

"Is Gushan not good?" Bu Fanshuang interjected with a smile, "Are you unhappy staying here?"

Feng Qiongye shrank her neck: "Second Master, do you know that I heard people screaming outside the yard last night."

"Oh." Bu Fanshuang didn't take it seriously, "You live next to the dungeon and the execution hall, and the methods of magic cultivation are bloody, which is ridiculous. I thought it would be convenient to throw you there if you were disobedient, so I decided let you live there."

Feng Qiongye's facial muscles twitched, and he lowered his head wordlessly: "What evil did I do in my previous life?"

Ling Rangjin didn't have time to watch him play tricks, so he pulled up Fanshuang's sleeves, took him under a tree without flowers, and said to him: "I can't use too many spells along the way, and I have to rely on you."

Bu Fanshuang lazily leaned against the tree: "I didn't intend to let you do anything, I save my strength for other things."

"Also, can you stop killing innocent people?"

Bu Fanshuang raised her eyes that were as black as ink: "Let's see if you can accommodate me, A Jin, and see what is random killing and what is innocent according to my standards."

Ling Rangjin knew it didn't make sense, and originally just wanted to try.Instead of arguing with Bu Fanshuang, he said instead: "Before you and I leave, let Qiongye and Shen Wu leave first."

"Okay." Bu Fanshuang lost interest, "I didn't want them to stay and waste food."

"Then I'll go to Shen Wu first." Ling Rangjin said with a downcast smile, "I'll trouble you for everything."

He added in his heart: It's a pity for those flowers and plants.

When Ling Rangjin found Bian Chenwu, Bian Chenwu was silently watching the butterflies chasing flowers with his sword in his arms.The old man of the Bian family is Ling Rangjin's good friend, but it's a pity that his talent is not as good as Ling Rangjin's. He was also a chivalrous man who died on the battlefield 200 years ago.Therefore, although they all looked young in their 20s, the appearance of the immortals remained unchanged. Ling Rangjin and Bu Fanshuangyuan were a generation older than Bian Chenwu and Feng Qiongye.

Mianyue Valley and Yingcang Mountain have been friends for generations. Bian Chenwu practiced with Ling Rangjin when he was young. He used to call Ling Rangjin his uncle.This person is as stubborn as a donkey, and only Ling Rangjin can listen to a few words.

"Senior." Bian Chenwu stood up and saluted.

"Shen Wu." Ling Rangjin supported him and sat down together, "What's going on with you and Feng Qiongye."

Bian Chenwu lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "50 years ago, after I became the deputy leader of the Xianmeng, I found that Feng Qiongye, who was originally very annoying in the Xianmeng, seemed to have changed into a different person, and treated me very well. He wanted to make some kind of conspiracy, so he secretly investigated, but found that there was a difference in the soul in his body, and learned the truth through temptation. Feng Qiongye said that he was also called Feng Qiongye in that world, and he looked the same. The reason why he was good to me was because Because I had a rough life in that book, he couldn't bear it. Originally, we were just friends, and we just got along with each other day and night for 50 years. I don't want to turn back, senior don't persuade me."

His words blocked everything Ling Rangjin wanted to say, Ling Rangjin said with a helpless smile: "You are so transparent, why do you have to be obsessed with it?"

"It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I don't want to." Bian Chenwu raised his eyes to look at him, "Has senior ever been in love?"

Ling Rang Jinyin's fingers under the wide sleeves moved slightly, and he turned his head to look outside calmly: "What does Shen Wu want to say, why don't you just say it?"

"Look at that butterfly." Bian Chenwu said, "Butterflies chase after flowers, moths chase after fire. It's caused by nature. If you don't want to change it, you can't change it."

"That depends on whether the other party is willing or not." Ling Rangjin said, "Since he is ruthless, why should he be obsessed?"

"You have to try." Bian Chenwu said stubbornly, "I don't believe that he is completely ruthless. I will give up only when my head is bleeding and his red candle is shining brightly."

Hearing what he said, Ling Rangjin thought, he was stunned for a while, and suddenly smiled: "I came to explain to you, but unexpectedly, you convinced me." He got up and patted Bian Shenwu on the shoulder , "Forget it, they are all idiots. You can take Feng Qiongye away tonight, go back to Xianmeng or respond to Cangshan, but there is one thing, you must not force him."

Bian Chenwu's eyes were deep, and he nodded and said: "I dare not disobey my predecessors."

"Shen Wu." Ling Rang Jin just wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "You must also know what may happen in the future?"

"Yes." Hearing what he said, Bian Chenwu said seriously, "I have made arrangements, and I will try not to let senior worry. If senior has anything to do, feel free to do it."

"Good boy." Ling Rangjin frowned, against the backdrop of falling flowers like snow outside, "I'll rely on you first in the Immortal League."

Ling Rangjin bid farewell to Bian Shenwu, and went out to meet the cat that the Dharma protector had turned into. He felt a little itchy, so he bent down and said with a gentle smile, "Come here and let me pet it."

The right protector blew his hair in horror, arched his body, and said: "What is the deep hatred between me and the immortal? The immortal treats me like this?"

Ling Rangjin: "I just want to pet the cat."

The right protector meowed, turned around and ran: "I just said that you have been looking at me in the past few days. It turns out that you are greedy for my body. How about letting the Lord know? Immortal Lord, please respect yourself! Cats, cats and dogs on the road Don't touch it casually!"

Ling Rang, who was rejected by the cat, stood silently in the wind, watching the black cat run away on a horse, and suddenly felt a little sad, thinking that it would be better to be on Kunlun Mountain, what is falling flowers and warm jade, how can cats, dogs, bears and cranes be happy to raise them? ?

The frustrated Xianzun could only walk on the mountain road alone, brushing away the hanging wisteria, and saw Bu Fanshuang's bedroom from a distance.He hesitated for a moment, settled his mind, walked up as usual, stepped on Nuanyu, and saw the handsome demon sitting on one knee on the window, leaning against the window and playing the flute.

Seeing him come back, every day Bu Fanshuang, who is a little tricky to tease the immortal, turned her fingers, put away the jade flute, and stretched out her hand to him. Ling Rangjin held the demon's slender fingers, and sat on the window sill with his strength. The window is huge, and an extra section was purposely cut out, so that the Mozun could sit on the window and watch the stars and the moon pretending.

"Leave tomorrow." Bu Fanshuang said, holding her chin, "But you haven't been in this world for a long time, and if you come out of the mountain suddenly, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome."

He said again: "But with your appearance, you will cause trouble no matter where you are. I don't really like people staring at your face."

While talking, Bu Fanshuang raised his hand, and took out a gun from somewhere: "Meng Yinge's gun is thin, breathable and realistic, take my immortal venerable."

Ling Rangjin thought for a while: "What about you?"

Bu Fanshuang smiled lightly: "No one dares to look at my face and think about something."

After he finished speaking, he pondered for a while: "Except for you, you are such a daring person, you don't just want to think about me, you even use your hands."

The immortal who was in the lower position on the bed and was often molested by Bu Fanshuang was stunned by the demon's thick skin. He took the mask and put it on his face. The mask produced by Daoxiu can be naturally fused without those troublesome steps. He transformed into a water mirror and took a look, and found that this face could not be said to be ugly, but it was indeed ugly.He smashed the water mirror, smiled helplessly: "Fan Shuang is too thick-skinned."

Bu Fanshuang felt that she was a white lotus that came out of the mud and remained unstained, but this matter was unclear for a while.He shrugged: "With this face—"

Ling Rang listened to his discourse with bated breath.

"With this face, we can play with the ordinary male favorite of the beautiful devil, and the ugly man who takes off his mask turns out to be a beauty." The devil said enthusiastically, "At that time, you will definitely find someone to hate and hate. Calculations, it's interesting to think about."

"..." Ling Rangjin sighed, "Just as long as you are happy."

After saying the word happy, Bu Fanshuang suddenly remembered something. He glanced at Ling Rangjin, and saw that the other party was taking off his mask and put it away carefully.

Bu Fanshuang didn't say much, but just took Ling Rangjin to rest.

The next day, Ling Rangjin was not awakened by the scent of flowers, but by something fluffy.

He opened his eyes and saw a chubby little brown-red animal squatting beside the pillow, with big and round eyes, a fluffy tail, and pointed ears. Some were like cats, and some were like foxes, extremely cute.

Bu Fanshuang's voice came: "Nine Festival Wolf, I'll give it to you."

He paused, and said with a smile: "You want to touch that ugly face of the Right Protector. You have such bad taste. Didn't you see him complaining to me? He really looks like an idiot."

The immortal venerable holding the nine-section wolf was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Thank you."

"No need to thank you." Bu Fanshuang said, "Get up, you take this civet cat and its fruit, I will take you, and we go to the northwest." cute woo woo woo woo

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