wine hit fairy

At this time, Jiang Wuchao's sword energy condensed into three sword arrays, one trapped "Chongyuan"'s neck, and the other two trapped "Chongyuan"'s hands and feet.

Holding the Minglan sword in his hand, Jiang Wuchao stepped back, "Chongyuan" bared his teeth, and staggered and was dragged by Jiang Wuchao.

The evil spirit seemed to be in great pain in Wang Dayong's body, twisting and struggling.

With a twist of Jiang Wuchao's wrist, another sword array spread out like water ripples, and the sound of big waves hitting the shore made Lu Xiaochan's ears almost deaf, and the world spun around for a while.

And that "Chong Yuan" was crushed by the last sword array, Jiang Wuchao flew away with his sword, the sword body penetrated Wang Dayong's body, and nailed a group of evil spirits to the wall of the wine shop, and then Disappeared along the blade.

Lu Xiaochan was still dizzy, he lowered his head and vomited out all the food he had eaten before.

There was buzzing in his ears, and he finally spit out bile.

"I told you a long time ago, you will regret this excitement after watching it." Shu Wuxi's voice sounded.

Lu Xiaochan covered her ears, but the sound of big waves crashing on the shore continued in her mind.

Wang Dayong's body fell to the ground, his eyes were bursting, his face was covered with mud, as if he crawled out of the mud.

The villagers watched from a distance, but they dared not approach.

Jiang Wuchao put his sword back into its sheath, lowered his head and sighed.

"Fellow folks, this butcher was also murdered by someone. Now that the evil spirit has left his body, I hope you will remember his fellow countrymen and bury him properly."

Suddenly, all the villagers gathered around, knelt down and kowtowed.

"So this is the real fairy!"

"Thank you Xianjun for exorcising evil spirits and subduing demons for us!"

Just as everyone kowtowed to Jiang Wuchao, someone discovered that the fake fairy was sneaking out of the crowd, intending to escape.

"The magic stick is about to run away!"

"I want to run away! If you hadn't come up with a bad idea and ruined our Lushu town's...feng shui! How could there be evil spirits coming in!"

The villagers didn't know what the evil spell was, so they took it as Feng Shui.

"Beat him to death!"

"Still eating and drinking for so many days!"

Jiang Wuchao managed to stop the villagers from violence against the fake fairy, and when he turned around again, he found that Lu Xiaochan and the young man who were sitting on the ridge of the roof were gone.

Holding the bamboo branch, Lu Xiaochan wobbled all the way, finally followed Shu Wuxi back to the inn, and immediately fell down on the couch.

"It's so sad... what's going on..."

"That's because Jiang Wuchao's Minglan sword uses sound, and your hearing is sharper than ordinary people, so the impact is naturally more serious than ordinary people."

"Borrowing the momentum... what is that?"

"Whether it is an immortal who has cultivated for thousands of years, or holds a magic weapon, a person's power is limited. The evil spirits in the world feed on desires, and the more evil thoughts they absorb, the stronger they are. On the contrary , Xianmen Jianzong emphasizes the common sense of heaven and earth, using the aura of all things in the world to dispel evil and transform evil spirits. This is called borrowing momentum."

"Oh...you just...just now you said that Jiang Wuchao's master...Ling Nianwu's realm is just 'taking advantage'? Is there anyone better than that? What is Jiang Wuchao's realm?"

Although the sound of the waves is incessant in the ears, every time Shu Wuxia speaks, Lu Xiaochan feels like a gentle breeze enters a deep valley, and her ears feel comfortable and peaceful.

"At the beginning of practice, it is natural to form alchemy. If there is no alchemy, there is nowhere to store the true spirit."

"Well, what then?" Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand to tug on Shu Wuxia's sleeve, but Shu Wuxia still avoided it.

As long as he stopped and didn't speak, Lu Xiaochan would feel extremely uncomfortable.

"The next step is to enter the momentum. In this state, the practitioners empathize with all things in the world, learn to establish connections with the creatures in the world, and find the essence that they are best at borrowing. This is Jiang Wuchao's current state."

"Oh, he is good at borrowing voices?"

"Ah."

Shu Wucha stopped talking again, and Lu Xiaochan kicked off the quilt angrily.

If you say a few more words, will you die?

Knowing "um", "um" and "um" every day, it's not like going to the latrine!

"Hmm" what "hmm"!

Shu Wucha took the quilt up unhurriedly, and covered Lu Xiaochan again.

Seeing that Lu Xiaochan was about to kick off the quilt again, Shu Wucha grabbed his ankle through the quilt.

He didn't seem to have much strength, but he just made sure that Lu Xiaochan's legs could no longer move.

"In Jiang Wuchao's realm, he is only good at borrowing voices. Then the power of the sword formation he formed is limited."

Shu Wuxi explained patiently, his voice was soft and continuous, but with a unique aura, it spread into his heart along with Lu Xiaochan's endless thoughts.

"Oh, what about after that?"

"After that is the real 'leverage'. Mountains, rivers and lakes of this level can all enter the battle. The power of the sword formation can reach as large as Kunpeng, but it is so small that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye."

So this important realm lies in scheduling.

"Is this the realm of the heads of various factions?"

"Yes. Ling Nianwu of Zhiwu Villa was already good at taking advantage of the situation 600 years ago. But after another 700 years, he has not yet entered the 'general trend'."

"what is that?"

"Borrow the soul of the three thousand worlds, and bring the world's sword energy into the battle."

Lu Xiaochan's fingertips trembled: "Is this the so-called 'the general trend is irreversible'?"

"Almost." Shu Wucha gently pressed Lu Xiaochan's ankle through the quilt.

Lu Xiaochan deliberately kicked him, turned over on the bed for a while, and provoked Shu Wuxi for a while, and finally caused Shu Wuxi to clasp Lu Xiaochan's waist with one hand and hold his ankle with the other. Xiaochan smelled him more clearly, so she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"This is amazing! Is there anyone in the world who can achieve this level of realm?"

"Naturally there is."

Shu Wuxia's voice couldn't tell at all that he was holding Lu Xiaochan, or that his patience was worn out by Lu Xiaochan's tossing and turning. On the contrary, the strength of his holding Lu Xiaochan was just right, which made him uneasy , I don’t feel completely free.

"for example?"

"Jianzong Chenyao of Nanlijingtian, her Muwan sword can borrow the soul of the sun and the moon."

"anything else?"

"The sword sect of Xiyuan Realm is Fufu, and his heavy owl sword can borrow the souls of the mountains and rivers."

"It's amazing! Where are the other sword sects?"

"In the battle of Wuwujingtian 300 years ago, the sword sects of Dongxu and Beiming fell, and there was no successor."

"That's it..." Lu Xiaochan sighed, "What about Wuwujingtian? I know the sword sect of Wujingtian, his name is Yangcang! It means 'Yangyang three thousand generations, the common people think for themselves', right? "

Shu Wucha's fingers suddenly clasped the quilt tightly, and Lu Xiaochan's bones were almost broken by him.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Shu Wucha let go immediately.

"...do you remember him?"

There has been no emotion in his voice, only at this moment, it seems to have human feelings.

A kind of expectation overflowed from the throat, but it had to be held tightly, which made people feel inexplicably distressed when they heard it.

"The old beggar who adopted me told me that. I have never seen Yangcang, nor heard him speak, there is no 'remember or not'."

At that moment, Lu Xiaochan only felt that the spark of a star seemed to illuminate the darkness, but it dimmed and went out in an instant.

Only the darkness that cannot be described in words is left.

"Fangfang Jianzong, is it the limit of cultivation?"

"There is the last stage - castration."

"Castration? Does it mean that you will no longer borrow the spirituality of all things in the world?"

"Yes, creating things out of thin air is a true god. No one can reach this level."

"Oh."

"Can you sleep now?"

"It hurts in my ears... How about you sing a song for me? Maybe I'll fall asleep after listening to it?"

Lu Xiaochan went to touch Shu Wuxia through the quilt.

Shu Wuxia seemed to be scalded, he wanted to avoid it, but he didn't.

Lu Xiaochan was overjoyed, so besides blowing air, she could touch you like this!

He took courage, and through the quilt, he clasped Shu Wuxia's hand in reverse.

Shu Wuxia's breathing was calm and calm before, but now Lu Xiaochan couldn't hear his breathing at all.

"Brother Wu Gap, so your wrist looks like this."

Lu Xiaochan circled her fingers, fortunately the quilt was very thin this season, Lu Xiaochan could feel the curvature of Shu Wuchi's wrist bones.

"Brother Wu Gap, are your hands just beside me?"

Lu Xiaochan turned her face to the side and asked.

"...Yes." Shu Wucha's voice was tight and hot, as if once his breath touched Lu Xiaochan, it would become a prairie fire.

"It's so good, it's like hugging me." Lu Xiaochan moved her fingers carefully, as if she had penetrated into Shu Wuzhi's fingers.

"Xiaochan, do you have anything else to ask? If not, just sleep..."

"I have! Are your fingers long, moist and beautiful?" Lu Xiaochan asked.

"I... don't know what kind of hand looks good to you."

This is the first time, Shu Wuxi's answer is not sure.

But Lu Xiaochan liked his hesitant voice.

"Then you remember, your hand is the most beautiful hand to me. Because it will cover me with a quilt and protect me."

Lu Xiaochan squinted his eyes and smiled, he believed that Shu Wuxia didn't know what was beautiful and what was ugly, and couldn't tell the difference between being rich and being poor, but at this moment he must understand that he was grateful to him and cherished everything he did for him .

For a long time, Shu Wucha didn't reply, but just let Lu Xiaochan hold herself under the quilt.

The author has something to say: Lu Xiaochan: Only when my mouth is sweet can someone give me food, cover me with a quilt, and go through fire and water for me!

Fat Melon: Come on, with your two brushes, only Shu Wucha, who has never seen the world, will find you!