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"Brother Wu Gap, do you have any trouble with Ling Nianwu?"

"In the past, he was the one who took you away from my side and hid you everywhere." Shu Wuxi's voice was very low.

Lu Xiaochan blinked her eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Shu Wuxia's cheek: "Ahhh! I know, Brother Wuxia is jealous!"

Shu Wucha kept a cold face and didn't say a word.

"I don't like him, no matter how good-looking he is, I won't go with him!"

Who knew that the murderous aura around Shu Wuxi's body became more and more boiling.

"You think he's good-looking?"

Lu Xiaochan choked up, it was over, she said the wrong thing...

"This... he should have more than 1000 years of cultivation... Wouldn't it be a lie to say that he is not good-looking. But he is not as good-looking as you, it is far worse!"

Lu Xiaochan quickly hugged Shu Wucha, and kissed him on the chin several times.

Shu Wucha was still cold, it is estimated that this anger will not be dissipated no matter what.

Just now, the confrontation between Shu Wucha and Ling Nianwu has attracted a lot of attention, and they had to move to another remote place in the city to settle down.

But Lu Xiaochan is not worried about sneaking into the Chongluan Palace anymore, after all, Mo Qianqiu showed up just now, and he will definitely come to them, so he just needs to discuss with Mo Qianqiu and follow him into the Chongluan Palace.

At this time, Ling Nianwu was still looking at the direction where Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wucha left.

Mo Qianqiu smiled and sighed.

"Master Ling, if you hadn't been worried about your 600 years of cultivation, you might have already entered the state of 'general trend'."

"If all these worries are gone, what if we enter the realm of great power?" The corners of Ling Nianwu's lips curled up helplessly.

He remembered that more than 300 years ago, he was infected with an epidemic and was dying on the couch.

It was rumored that the blood of the spirit bird Jiaosi could cure the disease, so his parents used the magic weapon "Lean Hualing" from Zhiwu Villa to exchange for a spirit bird from Zhu Xupai.

But after drinking the blood of this spiritual bird, not only did his condition not ease, but it became more and more serious.

The five internal organs were about to turn into pus and blood, and his parents used hundreds of years of spiritual energy to enter his body to continue his life.

When they ran out of oil and their lamps ran out, a young disciple of Tailing Pavilion lost his way and asked to stay overnight at Zhiwu Villa.

This young disciple kept a young bird of Jiaosi with him.

He told Ling Nianwu's parents that the hatred of Jiaosi in the dead blood of Jiaosi would only make the disease worse.

He asked Ling Nianwu's parents to prepare fried soybeans, and while feeding and coaxing the baby bird.

"Little Soybean, little Soybean, look at how nice the people in Wushan Villa are. They didn't shout and kill, and they prepared food for you. Their young owner is sick and needs your blood for treatment. I Just prick you and take a drop of your blood, okay?"

The baby bird locked into a ball, but stretched out one of its claws.

The boy took out the silver needle, pricked it on the young bird's ankle, took a drop of blood, and dropped it into the teacup.He picked a few pieces of grass jelly from the bottles and jars on his body and soaked them in tea.

Ling Nianwu drank the tea and woke up three days later.

He looked at his emaciated and extremely emaciated parents, and then thought of the days when he was sluggish due to illness. He had walked to the gate of hell countless times. He really almost stepped in, but it was the sip of clean tea, Bring him back.

As if waking up from a dream, he dragged his frail body to thank the boy.

But the boy was neither in the wing room nor in the backyard.

He heard from the people in the village that the doctor boy from Tailing Pavilion was a naughty master who couldn't settle down and always wandered around the back mountain of Zhiwu Villa, and he wouldn't come back if he wasn't hungry.

Ling Nianwu went to the back mountain and saw a young man in the forest.

He stepped on the stone with his cuffs up to his elbows, watching intently a pair of crickets fighting on the stone.

As soon as he moved, the bottles and cans on his body also made clinking sounds.

That voice is different from that of the "Lean Hua Ling" in Zhiwu Villa, it is a happy and open-minded voice.

Ling Nianwu will never forget it in his life.

He just stood there looking at the young man, until the pair of crickets jumped into the grass and disappeared, the young man turned around with a lot of interest.

He saw Ling Nianwu and laughed.

It seems that the infinite morning light is in those eyes.

"Ouch? You're awake! Hey, as expected of hundreds of years of cultivation! It's done so quickly!"

He came to Ling Nianwu's side and patted him on the shoulder carelessly.

"Thank you benefactor for saving your life!" Ling Nianwu clasped his hands together.

The boy was happy: "Look at your light and flirtatious appearance, do you know what I want to do?"

"What does Engong want to do?" Ling Nianwu raised his head and asked.

"Tie a rope around your waist, and when the wind blows, you will go to heaven!"

It was only then that Ling Nianwu realized that the other party said that he was too thin, and ran away as soon as the wind blew.

"If my benefactor really wants to make me into a kite, I would be more than happy to do so."

The young man suddenly stopped laughing, but frowned, and leaned in front of Ling Nianwu: "You said you were young, and I heard that you have only been cultivated for about three hundred years. You are old-fashioned. I don't know, but I thought you were a thousand years old Where's the old man for Yu Nian!"

Ling Nianwu opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.

Seeing his look of wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, the boy laughed again.

"Don't call me benefactor! It sounds weird."

"Then I don't know what your fairy name is?"

"My fairy name? The fairy name my master gave me is 'Li Che'. Li means 'life and death parting', and Che means 'clear to the bottom'. It means that I hope I can see through life and death in the world. "

"It really is a fairy name of great realm, Mr. Li Che."

Ling Nianwu wanted to salute again, but the other party held his arm.

"Hey, I didn't say that I like this fairy name. If you see through life and death, you will have nothing in your heart, so how can you cherish everything you have?"

Ling Nianwu was stunned.

The young man patted Ling Nianwu on the shoulder and said, "You should call me Lu Xiaochan! The trees beside the road are constantly chirping, I like this name!"

Ling Nianwu followed behind him in two or three steps, Lu Xiaochan turned her head and winked at him, her appearance was very cute.

"Nian Wu, they say 'summer cicadas can't speak ice'. I think it's good to be a summer cicada. Living under the scorching sun, you never need to understand the severe cold of winter."

"Little Cicada." Ling Nianwu read his name carefully.

"Hey, we're here!" Lu Xiaochan turned around, stepped back, and waved at him, telling him to follow quickly.

That was the happiest day in Ling Nianwu's life. Every day he took Lu Xiaochan to taste delicacies from various places, rowed a boat in the drizzle to pick water chestnuts, and even went to watch cricket fights in the casino.

Until one day, Lu Xiaochan was sent to Wuwujingtian.

Kunwu said that after three days, he will be brought back.

So Ling Nianwu kept waiting, but after three days and three days, and then several months passed, Lu Xiaochan couldn't leave Wujingtian.

Kunwu went to Wuwujingtian nine times in a row, but returned empty-handed.

Ling Nianwu had a vague premonition that Lu Xiaochan would never come back.

He can only chat with the Jiaosi that Lu Xiaochan left behind every day, and he doesn't even have the heart to practice.

Until a certain day, Kunwu's spirit beast, ray, brought Lu Xiaochan back, along with a message from Kunwu asking him to hide Lu Xiaochan in Zhiwu Villa.

Ling Nianwu couldn't describe his mood at that moment, it was a kind of secret joy, as if Lu Xiaochan came back, he could hide him openly, and no one else could see his smile.

But Lu Xiaochan never smiled again.

He no longer went to the back mountain to play, no longer watched crickets fight, no longer looked for delicious food everywhere.

One of the things he does the most is to look up ancient medical classics in the quiet room. He wants to find a medical spell that can get rid of evil.

He was thinking about another person, Ling Nianwu knew it.

There is a news circulating outside that the East Ruins Sword Sect has fallen into a demon, trying in vain to lure Wu Wu Jianhai down.

Ling Nianwu's parents, along with other sects, went to Wujingtian, and fell in this battle between immortals and demons.

He was in extreme pain, and Lu Xiaochan was by his side.He didn't wipe away Ling Nianwu's tears, but just hugged him and said, "I'm here, Nianwu. I'm here."

The evil god Chaos in the East Ruins Sword Sect was forced out of the body, and the immortals finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Jianzong Yangcang left Wuwujingtian and went straight to Tailing Pavilion.

At that time, Kunwu had just succeeded as the medical sect of Tailing Pavilion. He thought that Yangcang was going to watch the ceremony, but he didn't expect that he tore up the entire Tailing Pavilion, and even Kunwu was seriously injured by him.

After hearing the news, Lu Xiaochan begged Ling Nianwu to send him to Wujingtian.

Ling Nianwu knew that if he didn't help Lu Xiaochan, he would lose him as a friend forever.

So Yu Jian could only take Lu Xiaochan to where he wanted to go.

But... the last thing he saw was the scene where Lu Xiaochan was burned by the chaotic karma and landed in the unintentional sword sea.

For the first time, he realized his insignificance and helplessness.

He couldn't catch Lu Xiaochan.

All he could do was watch him... being annihilated in the fire of karma.

That was the pain of his life.

"Master Ling? Master Ling?"

Mo Qianqiu's voice sounded.

When Ling Nianwu came back to his senses, he realized that his cheeks were full of tears.

"Hallmaster." Ling Nianwu turned and looked at Mo Qianqiu.

"I know what you're thinking. I still remember when I rushed from Yujian in the East Ruins to Wujingtian, but I could only watch him fall. I know the pain."

"If you care about him, why can you tolerate him staying by Yang Cang's side?"

"If even the fire of karma can't stop him from thinking about that person, then that person is everything to him. How can I let him leave everything to me?"

Mo Qianqiu smiled lightly, Yu Jian left.

Ling Nianwu closed his eyes, raised his hand and clasped the place where his heart was beating tightly on his chest.

Lu Xiaochan propped her chin, looked out of the window, and thought to herself: What's going on with this Mo Qianqiu?Why haven't you found it yet?

Then, he found that Shu Wuxi was a little abnormal.

Because he was clasping Lu Xiaochan's hand tightly.

"Brother Wu Xia, what's the matter with you?" Lu Xiaochan asked.

"Suoxianling was stolen by Lord Lianyue Yuan."

Lu Xiaochan tilted her head and leaned on Shu Wuxi's shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere except by your side!"

At this time, a mocking voice sounded.

"Ouch, ouch, this is so boring! I'm going to spit out my overnight meal."

Mo Qianqiu came with his sword, easily jumped in through the window, and his sword returned to its sheath gracefully.

"Hallmaster Qianqiu, why did you come here! I'm about to fall asleep waiting!"

Mo Qianqiu was also polite, poured tea for himself, and sat on the side.

"Tell me, what are you doing in Xiyuan? I don't believe that you are interested in Xiyuan's selection of swords."

Lu Xiaochan smiled: "Master Qianqiu, can't I just want to watch the excitement?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving."

Just as Mo Qianqiu was about to get up, Lu Xiaochan quickly stopped him.

"I want the tree heart of 'Listen to Earth'!"

Mo Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, then snorted.

"Just say, you want the tree experience of 'Fengtian'!"

Lu Xiaochan waved his hands and said, "Fengtian's Shuxin has already become the hilt of Brother Wuxia's sword."

Mo Qianqiu froze there, unable to speak for a long time.

Lu Xiaochan shook her hand: "Mo Qianqiu? Lord Qianqiu? What's wrong with you?"

Only then did Mo Qianqiu come back to his senses, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"You little guy, don't tell me... the big earthquake in Yechuan... that sword is yours?"

Lu Xiaochan didn't expect Mo Qianqiu's head to turn so fast, and he could associate the sword hilt with the tree heart he wanted to "listen" to the sword he held in his hand.

He knew that although Mo Qianqiu didn't follow the etiquette on the surface, he was open and aboveboard in his heart, so he didn't care about admitting to him generously.

"Yes."

"Okay then, I'll help you in."

Mo Qianqiu agreed so readily, Lu Xiaochan was surprised.

"You...you agree now? Don't you worry that we will take the heart of the tree and cause you big trouble?"

"I have a lot of troubles on weekdays." Mo Qianqiu spread his hands, "Anyway, those three disciples who are in a hurry, speak ill of me on weekdays and make me trouble a lot."

"Oh! I understand! You are only afraid that the world will not be chaotic! I wish we could fight with the people of Xiyuan Jingtian! Teach the three major disciples who are in trouble for you!"

"Hey, yes!" Mo Qianqiu nodded, taking it for granted.

"You...why are you so bad!"

But I like the bad ones!

"You're not happy?" Mo Qianqiu raised his chin.

"Happy! Happy! As soon as my brother Wu Chi makes a move, he will know if there is one!"

Mo Qianqiu snorted softly: "If you have the ability to disgust others, what kind of ability is disgusting me?"

"Hey." Lu Xiaochan touched her nose.

"Tonight, I will send my disciples to send two sets of clothes to our Qianqiu Palace. However, those famous families who are partying to my Qianqiu Palace have never had a good face."

Mo Qianqiu squinted his eyes, like an extremely beautiful fox with a belly full of bad water.

Before Lu Xiaochan said anything, he took Yujian and left.

"I wish you all a happy stay in Chongluan Palace!"

Lu Xiaochan curled her lips: "You enjoyed watching the show, right?"

Sure enough, in the evening, the disciples of Qianqiu Hall came to give them clothes.

Lu Xiaochan didn't know if the style of the clothes was good or not, but she only knew that the texture was soft and smooth to the touch, which was not bad.

Lu Xiaochan didn't change her shirt, she propped her chin to watch Shu Wuxia take off her coat, and put the long gown of Qianqiu Palace over her shoulders, then put her arms into the sleeves.

There was a careless grace in every move.

"Xiao Chan, let me change your shirt."

Shu Wuxia walked over, but Lu Xiaochan shook her head.

"Brother Wuxia, can you promise me something?"

"what's up?"

"You take off this dress. Then put it on again for me to see?"

There was only a slit left in Lu Xiaochan's smiling eyes.

"No more trouble."

"Okay, okay, I won't make trouble."

In the early morning of the second day, before Lu Xiaochan woke up, she sat on the edge of the couch with her eyes closed, letting Shu Wuxia dress him.

When he came in front of Mo Qianqiu, he still looked sleepy with his head drooping.

Mo Qianqiu pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "I said, didn't you two go too far last night?"

"Huh? What's going too far?" Lu Xiaochan barely opened one eye and looked at Mo Qianqiu.

"Spiritual practice."

As soon as Mo Qianqiu finished speaking, the female disciple beside him lowered her head and coughed.

"Spiritual cultivation?" Lu Xiaochan's eyes lit up, she leaned in front of Mo Qianqiu, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how brother Wu Chi and I can do spiritual cultivation? As long as he is too emotional, Fuguyi will..."

Just as Lu Xiaochan finished speaking, Shu Wucha pulled her back by the collar.

The female disciple behind Mo Qianqiu blushed even more.

"In broad daylight, why mention spiritual practice!"

At this time, the female head of a certain sect walked past Mo Qianqiu and glanced at him.

"Hallmaster Qianqiu is really romantic. It seems that I have to take good care of my disciples."

Lu Xiaochan could tell that the female sect leader was very disdainful of Mo Qianqiu.

"Master Yu, your disciples are mediocre. Even if I, Mo Qianqiu, want to practice spiritually, I have to be a stunning beauty."

"You... I think sooner or later, you will follow in the footsteps of Lian Yue Yuanjun!"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Mo Qianqiu quickly waved his hand, "Lianyue Yuanjun has been chasing the evil god Chaos for ninety-nine and eighty-one days, and I have been wondering if the evil god Chaos is also stunning? Otherwise, is Lianyue Yuanjun tired? ? Lianyue Yuanjun has such a deep obsession with beauty, I, Mo Qianqiu, can't match it. I don't like chasing beauties, I like beauties sticking upside down."

"You... are ridiculous!" Sect Leader Yu walked away in a huff.

In the spirit of picking up gossip, and creating gossip without gossip, Lu Xiaochan leaned over to Mo Qianqiu and said, "It seems that you have rich experience in spiritual cultivation! There are not ten thousand fairies on the couch, but eight thousand." !"

"Would you like to give it a try?" Mo Qianqiu just finished speaking, suddenly felt murderous aura everywhere, and immediately added, "You have such guts, but I have no lust."

Mo Qianqiu's aura outlined the smile on his lips, no matter how you look at it, it has malicious intentions.

Lu Xiaochan turned around with her neck stuck, and she caught a glimpse of Shu Wuxia's low air pressure.He quickly grabbed Shu Wuxia's sleeve, and said flatteringly, "I'm not going to compete with the Lord Qianqiu, so that I won't show my timidity in front of you in the future?"

Mo Qianqiu snorted, and lightly touched Lu Xiaochan's forehead with the hilt of his sword.

"Little thing, since you are wearing this suit, you are my disciple. You must listen to me when you enter Chongluan Palace."

"Understood, Palace Master." Lu Xiaochan deliberately bit the last two words hard.

"Good boy." Mo Qianqiu turned to look in Shu Wuxia's direction, and saluted slightly, "I have wronged senior."

"No problem." Shu Wuxia replied.

A group of people stood up with swords and rushed to Chongluan Palace.

Chongluan Palace was built on the cliff of Xiyuan. It was built after hollowing out one side of the cliff.

Lu Xiaochan flew to the sky above Xiyuan, looking at the looming palace amidst the mist, she couldn't help but marvel at its vastness, it's really uncanny.

And on the west side of Chongluan Palace, there is a huge protruding cliff, like the palm of a god and Buddha, which is the Wenxian platform for the selection of Xiyuan's palm sword and the competition between different factions.

Asking under the Xiantai, there is a bottomless abyss.

It is said that under the abyss is the land of "hopelessness".

Lu Xiaochan stepped on the Wuhen sword, but couldn't help but look down at the abyss.

With his sharp eyes, he couldn't see even a trace of life in this abyss.

"Brother Wu Xia, where did this abyss come from? How long has it existed?" Lu Xiaochan couldn't help asking.

Mo Qianqiu turned around and smiled: "Little thing, you don't even know how such a famous ancient fairy relic came about? I regret letting you pretend to be my disciple of Qianqiu Palace."

Lu Xiaochan didn't bother to talk to him.

Shu Wuxia said, "This abyss was slashed by Wuwujingtian's first sword sect."

Lu Xiaochan was stunned: "What? A sword? I know that the first sword he held in his hand was so powerful?"

Isn't this a god?

"The first Yang Cang has ten thousand years of cultivation." Mo Qianqiu added.

"Then why did he split an abyss?" Lu Xiaochan felt so curious.

"Because Lingyuan Zhenjun." Shu Wucha replied.

True Monarch Ling Yuan?

Lu Xiaochan remembered, isn't Zhenjun Lingyuan the founding patriarch of Tailing Pavilion?

He died after being stolen by Chaos.

"After the evil god Chaos stole Zhenjun Lingyuan's elixir, he hid it in the devil's purgatory. His demon lords collected countless evil desires and pains in the world, and together with Zhenjun Lingyuan's elixir Refining. Once refined, the power of the evil god Chaos will be greatly increased."

Lu Xiaochan touched her own elixir, this evil god Chaos is really annoying, why does he always want other people's elixir?Isn't this stealing someone else's cultivation?It's really hateful.

"Danyuan is connected with the mind of a cultivator. Even if it leaves the body, if the Danyuan is invaded by evil energy, then the human heart will also be contaminated by evil energy."

Only then did Lu Xiaochan understand: "That's why the evil god Chaos will use the evil desires and pains in the world to refine them with Zhenjun Lingyuan's alchemy!"

"Yes. True Monarch Lingyuan practiced medicine, and he never had any killing thoughts in his heart. Moreover, he is open-minded by nature, has no desire to win or lose, has no attachments, and has nearly ten thousand years of cultivation. Didn't waver either. But, he was in pain."

"So Lord Yangcang back then...does he want to split the Demon City with a single sword, and get back Zhenjun Lingyuan's alchemy?"

"Yes." Shu Wucha nodded.

"Then this sword... has it split through Demon City?"

"Split. It's just that when Jianzong retrieved his alchemy, Zhenjun Lingyuan's body was already dead because of his weakness."