Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

"I'm in a good mood." The Taoist in purple said.

There were still a few patches of purple light around Ji Lian who walked into the room, he raised his eyes to look at his master, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and he looked really in a good mood.

Ji Lian himself thinks so, exercise is really a good way to relax.

Ignoring the screams and wailing of the bad-mouthing monks who were "moved", the young man's evil spirit melted like ice and snow when he stepped into Ziyang Mountain. He touched Pei Ji's head, and he took a futon from under the purple-clothed Taoist. Sitting upright and kneeling on the futon, his posture is serious and silent, which is much more serious than the old and young on the left and right.

"Apprentice, do you want to eat walnuts?"

"Brother, walnuts are delicious."

The two guys who looked like squirrels did not forget to recommend snacks. The oily walnut meat was held in front of Ji Lian, and then retreated because of the youth's frown.

... After the apprentice/brother practiced Taoism, his gloomy face became more contagious.

The defeated Pei Ji continued to observe the spies in the water mirror. Taoist Ziyi wanted to do something for fun, but his apprentice gave him a stare and motioned him to hurry up.

"Come here."

The Taoist patted away the walnut crumbs from his hands, and grabbed Ji Lian's wrist without wiping his hands, resting his greasy fingers on the pulse, and kneading his eyebrows to cut the pulse.

Among other things, the white-haired and white-bearded Taoist in Ziyi, who was frowning and thinking, even if he didn't ignore half of his grimace, he still had a kind of fairy-tale temperament.

"Hmm..." The purple-clothed Taoist pondered.

After a while, he changed his posture again, "Hmm..."

Ji Lian: "... how?"

"Cultivation has improved a lot," the purple-clothed Taoist scratched his hair with the other hand, "Apprentice, your talent in this area is nothing to say, you are worthy of..."

As expected of a child of Baishang, Taoist Ziyi read this sentence in his heart.

But there are other problems.

"Are you pushing yourself too hard? Too much hard work will hurt your body, although I don't know why Lord Baiheshui made a life and death contract with you," said the purple-clothed Taoist. What are you biting, "However, those monsters who want to kill Baihe Shui-jun come to kill one of them, and two of them to kill one pair. You have Master to protect you, so why are you in such a hurry?"

Ji Lian just shook his head and didn't speak.

This is not the first time this topic has been brought up. The Ziyi Taoist who can only get this kind of answer every time is still as frustrated as before countless times, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Mr. Baihe Shui is a scourge!"

He didn't hear any innovative comments from his master for a long time, and Ji Lian, who is now even more powerful than before, raised an eyebrow when he heard the curse from the purple-clothed Taoist.

Is it a disaster... There is nothing wrong with what I said.

He silently said Yu Libai's name in his heart, and he was full of "I'm here~" swaying. Although he was far away from a certain god, judging from the breath from the other end of the contract, the certain god was still alive and kicking , like a fish caught in a net about to be pulled out of the water.

(Yu Libai: Ah chirp! Who cursed me?!)

However, Yuanshan's current situation is very critical, and I don't know how long it can last.

The black-haired young man, who was thinking about something in his mind, couldn't see that he was thinking about these things on his face, was about to withdraw his hand, but the Taoist in purple grabbed his wrist tightly.

He looked up, just in time to meet the worried eyes of the old man.

……What's wrong?

The doubt in Ji Lian's eyes obviously failed to convey to his master, and he saw the purple-clothed Taoist tightly holding his hand with a serious tone.

"Apprentice, tell me seriously..."

"..." What happened all of a sudden?

"...Tell me seriously, are you cultivating so hard now to avenge Shirakawa Shui-kun?"

Ji Lian: "..."

What the hell? !

"Master, I can see your whole heart for that boy from the Yu family. The boy from the Yu family is not ruthless to you. Although I am your teacher, I am not a good person for you to find your sweetheart." How will he manage it, although Yu Xiaozi seems to have some brain problems, but other conditions are really good... hey, what are you talking about." The last sentence the purple-clothed Taoist lowered his head and whispered to himself, but it's a pity that he was very close to him. Ji Lian still heard clearly.

Ji Lian: "..."

"Cough, cough, cough," the Taoist in Ziyi also realized that his apprentice had heard the last words, he coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment, and said, "Well, well, although you two fall in love with each other, death cannot be brought back to life, let alone 500 The soul of Moran years ago, after all, his death has nothing to do with Baihe Suicun, so don't be impulsive."

Ji Lian: "..."

It seems... I understand a little bit, what does he mean by master.

But how did this come about?

The Taoist in Ziyi was still chattering, old people have this problem.

"Look, Baiheshui-kun is actually an innocent person, right? Others don't know those secret histories, but I still know them. Baiheshui-kun is also a hard-working person, let alone a poor man who can't beat him. My apprentice, at least It will take another ten years of training to fight against him, why should a limited life be devoted to infinite hatred?"

After saying this question, the Taoist in Ziyi tried to squeeze out an innocent look to face Ji Lian, but it was a pity that his grimace paired with it only made people feel scary but nondescript.

Filled with a certain indescribable sense of disobedience.

Ruling out that the old man was joking with him, Ji Lian could only answer him seriously: "You misunderstood."

"Really? Pindao feels that he has not misunderstood."

"..."

If I realize that I really misunderstood the last sentence, the conversation between the two will definitely fall into "You misunderstood." "No, I really didn't misunderstand." "You really misunderstood." "I didn't misunderstand." In this mode, Ji Lian opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Pei Ji who was watching with gusto.

"go to sleep."

Pei Ji: "..."

What an indiscriminate disaster this is!

He was really just watching the fun!

Although he shouted unconvinced in his heart, his brother's authority was sometimes unreasonable.

"Is there anything I can't know?" Pei Ji had already stood up, but didn't go back to her own room, walking slowly, squinting at Ji Lian as she walked.

"Indeed," Ji Lian nodded, "You can listen if you want."

"what?"

So simple to agree?

The old and the young passed their gazes, and then looked at Ji Lian, who had been sitting upright until now, and his posture had not changed, and asked in unison: "What are you listening to?"

Ji Lian's tone was very ordinary, "I heard it's about...the fact that Mr. Baihe Shui is Yu Libai."

Taoist in purple: "...?!"

Pei Ji: "...?!!"

What the hell!

... They must have heard wrong just now, for sure!

***

Great Wutian Palace.

This city above the nine heavens is extremely solemn today.

A long train of horses was parked outside the city with a huge black rock as the base. The golden banners were embroidered with dragons and roses representing the royal family, and the knights in the line were dressed in black coats, solemnly guarding the left and right sides of the line.

These knights are all handsome young men. Their uniform and elegant behavior shows that they were born in princely families, and the badges of white wolves are on the swords they carry, which proves that they are the Jinwu Guards who guard the royal family. And now surrounded and protected by the knights must be members of the royal family.

The door of the Yunche was opened, and the Prince Regent in formal attire came out, followed by Her Majesty the Empress.

Her Majesty's attire is more solemn than that of the Regent. The thin beaded curtain that conceals her face hangs down from the fixed bun on her forehead, and the gold and silver drawn into fine threads are braided to hold her long hair, which is layered and heavy. Jin wrapped her in it, wrapping her like a dressed up doll.

But this rag doll has a slender sword hanging from its waist.

The blade was half as tall as Her Majesty the Queen, hanging on the waist and dragging on the ground at the edge of the sword, the girl bumped it when she took the first step out of the cloud chariot.

Everyone: "..."

With a flash of sword intent, Ziweijian chopped Yunche up.

In the past, Ziwei sword was only enshrined in the ancestral hall, but it never occurred to Ziwei sword that he would be so angry at the touch of a touch. One day, half of the eaves of the Jinluan Palace, where the court was discussing affairs, were chopped down by a sword.

The expressions of the ministers who were in court at that time were as follows:--

Even the regent didn't know what to do.

Why is Ziweijian so domineering? This is obviously his niece, okay?

It's been a year since we got along with bumps and bumps, and now everyone handles this kind of thing very quickly. The damaged cloud car was dragged away by the Jinwu guards, and the regent brought His Majesty the Queen to stand in front of the big witch.

"Ziwei Sword...is really powerful." Wu Ren sighed.

"It's just that I have a bad temper." The regent said directly, and the little queen beside him nodded accordingly.

Although her eyes were not open, Wu Ren, who could detect every move of the queen, frowned, thinking: Sure enough, the rumors are true, the queen's illness has been cured.

But the aura around the girl is still stagnant... Isn't it all right?

Making a judgment in his heart, knowing that the Queen's illness was a taboo, Wu Ren didn't mention this topic, but turned around and led the way, and walked into the main hall of the Great Wu Tiangong.

In front of the three-foot Heavenly Witch Knife wrapped quietly by colorful ribbons, Wu Ren held a handful of snow-white thin silk with both hands and handed it to the regent.

Jin Wuwei and the fairies transformed by Fengling from Tiangong dared not enter outside the hall. The regent took the thin silk with his hand steadily, and opened it directly, which was beyond Wu Ren's expectation.

"..."

Surprised for a moment, Wu Ren kept holding the tissue paper for a while, silently withdrew her hand, and watched the regent read the words on the tissue paper.

Soon, the regent, who had read the fine print on the thin silk, asked, "Ninth day of September?"

Wu Ren nodded, "The reincarnation of the sky is exactly one year away from the day when the sword began to be forged."

The regent also nodded, and handed the tissue to Her Majesty the Empress.

"Then three days later."

"Yes."

The seemingly incompatible royal regent and the great witch looked at each other, and quickly looked away.

The newly cast Changyuan Sword will be born in three days.