After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"Senior brother, how did this crabapple in your hall bloom?"

Li Xiyuan stepped into the Fusheng Hall with a small and exquisite plum vase with a black background and white pattern, and was first attracted by the trees full of flowers, "But in February and March, where are the crabapple flowers blooming?"

Xu Qingyi stood under the flower tree, cold and dusty like a fairy in a painting, he looked at him calmly, without making a sound.

Although Li Xiyuan was puzzled, but remembering that he had something to do, he hurriedly handed over the porcelain bottle in his hand, and didn't forget to look at the Nuan Pavilion to confirm that there was no one in it before he said, "Senior Brother, this is Elder Yue who asked me to send it to you." The Fengming Lihuo Pill has arrived, and the three-month period is approaching, so you can rest assured that you will be able to practice in seclusion."

"No need."

He took the porcelain vase and brushed off the petals that fell on Yubai's knuckles.

"No need?" Li Xiyuan looked at him in surprise, and quickly understood, "Could it be that the cold poison relapsed early?"

"Ah."

"The fifth senior brother..."

"He knows."

Li Xiyuan was immediately amazed, his eyes widened, he was silent for two seconds, his mind was spinning rapidly, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder this crabapple opened! So he...he saved you!"

Hearing this, he was overjoyed, his smile filled with joy, and slowly overflowed: "This is just right, Fifth Senior Brother was willing to take action, but he didn't tell the matter, so it can be seen that he has really changed his mind and lived up to his master." After a lot of painstaking efforts, next time I directly ask him to borrow my heart's fire, isn't it better than this Fengming Lihuo pill..."

"There won't be a next time."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Qingyi interrupted him, his face was cold, his eyes were gray and cloudy.

Li Xiyuan knew his temperament, and the joy that had just surged completely disappeared, replaced by worry creeping up from his heart to his brows: "Senior brother, why do you bother to reprimand him like this? After all, the fifth senior brother is also repaying the debt he owed." .”

"People value self-reliance, and a gentleman asks for himself."

He turned sideways slightly, the begonias swaying in the wind outlined a clear and bright outline, his expression revealed a stern look, it was the lonely mountain towering into the sky in the thousands of ravines: "With my power, I can also turn the world around."

"division……"

Seeing that person disappearing under the flower tree, Li Xiyuan's half-sentence was blocked, and he sighed: the hatred between the two of them is hard to dispel after all.

_;

There is still a bottleneck period for such things as cultivation.

Su Wan absently played with the black iron dagger, and the red and black color followed the movement of the geese filing up and down, spinning into a blurred phantom.

The original owner has such a good physique, it should be no problem to practice more for a distraction period. It’s not that he has never tried cultivation, but every time the early stage is good, once the true essence flows to the dantian, there will always be a force in the body to suppress Even if he tried his best to break through, it would be in vain.

If you are stagnant in cultivation, you can only practice more martial arts and physical fitness.

He looked leisurely at the sword practice field not far away, surrounded by three or four disciples in brocade shirts with blue and cloud patterns.

Mo Qiuzhe stood in the middle, holding a long sword in his hand. When he made a move, the sword moved with him. He walked with the sword on his body, and the blue clouds floated. His footwork was brisk, and his waist was like a snake. He was dizzying, and by the time the onlookers reacted, he had already done it in one go.

"Remember?"

Today, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is clear and the air is refreshing. Mo Qiuzhe thought it would be a good time to practice swordsmanship, so he brought his disciples to teach him.

The four of them were all sad, they only regretted that they couldn't have a few more pairs of eyes, so that they could see the moves more clearly.

Mo Qiuzhe chuckled lightly: "Forget it, I'll learn the sword manual by heart when I go back!"

"The disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the master!"

All four of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, their master's eyes sharpened, and sword aura shot out from his fingertips, stabbing towards the dense cypress leaves.

Su Wan calmly dodged his face sideways, poked his head out from the branches, and squinted his eyes like a fox: "Why is Third Senior Brother so fierce? I'm hanging here to prevent you from practicing your sword?"

The expressions of the four disciples changed, and they subconsciously hid behind their master, trying to restrain their trembling and weak legs.

"If you know it's in the way, get out!"

Mo Qiuzhe's face was ashen, with a haze between his brows.

"Nanhua Road is so big, I can stay wherever I like, if you think I'm an eyesore, go somewhere else, I'm too lazy to move!"

Su Wan stretched her waist and lay down, and raised her legs happily.

"Master, if it's not for us, let's go somewhere else..."

The disciple beside him whispered.

Mo Qiuzhe's face turned blue and white, furious, and he gritted his teeth: "Practice!"

It's not that his swordsmanship is shameful, so why should he go elsewhere!

Because of the presence of the vicious Master Changzhao, the disciples practiced their swords tremblingly, their strength was much weaker than usual, all of them had bitter faces, and it was better to remember the sword moves wrong.

Useless things.

Seeing one of them's sword shaking non-stop, Su Wan laughed mockingly.

A disciple who can't hold a sword steadily, can't he piss Mo Qiuzhe to death?

I thought Mo Qiuzhe would throw a tantrum, but in the end, this man was very patient, restrained his usual sharpness, put on a serious and rigorous demeanor, and taught those idiots tirelessly over and over again.

He was a little curious, Mo Qiuzhe looked so radiant at this moment, he was completely different from the one who was furious when he saw him.

Su Wan stared at his sword dancing moves without blinking, slow like clouds, fast like lightning, the sword light surrounded his body, leaving fine marks that did not disperse, and the whole person was in it, like a dragon wrapped around his body.

Among other things, Mo Qiuzhe's swordsmanship is really good. If he is second in the whole sect, no one dares to be the first.

This man, he is very satisfied.

His useless and cumbersome system suddenly appeared: "Master Host, your method of knowing yourself and the enemy is really good for you to use in every battle."

"You don't even know how to flatter, you bastard, how can I know myself and the enemy?"

Su Wan sneered.

"Master host, insult the system and get a second warning!"

The system decided to regain its dignity.

"what ever!"

He was in the safe zone anyway, and warnings were useless to him.

Seeing him breaking the pot, the system gave up the decision to regain his dignity for a second: "Hey, Master Host, you can't just fall in love with him, right? Although he is really good-looking, he is very fierce to you." , Hiss, if that's the case, your taste is quite special."

"Shut up you."

"..."

Today is the most torturous day for the disciples of Zhenjun Youxu to practice sword practice, because there is a jade-faced Yama hanging on a tree not far away, which scared them so little that they almost flew out of their mouths.

The disciples prayed that this difficult day would pass quickly, and even in their dreams, the Lord Changzhao stared at their backs eeriely, making them terrified and unable to sleep well all night.

It wasn't until the new morning sun rose from the east that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuanyin swordsmanship has now reached the fifth form. When four or five disciples rushed to the sword training field, they remembered the scene yesterday and felt terrified. They subconsciously glanced at the shadow of the tree. It doesn't matter if they don't look at it. In the past, tremblingly, he hid beside his master: "Master, master, Master Changzhao, he, he, he is here again."

Mo Qiu didn't raise his head, and said coldly, "He's coming, what do you care about him! Go practice your sword!"

The disciples bite the bullet, and according to the moves, every move has no soul, and they pray in their hearts that the living Hades will not hang on this tree tomorrow.

On the third day, the young man emerged from there again, and the disciples finally collapsed.

They were crying, with dark circles under their eyes due to insomnia: "Master, let's practice swords in another place..."

Mo Qiuzhe knew what they were afraid of, and he wanted to help them train their hearts, but after three days, they were still trembling, with their swords in their hands, but they didn't care.

He was furious, and rarely showed a ferocious expression on his face, and shouted: "If you are afraid in your heart, you should never even try to pick up this sword! If you can't pick up a sword, why bother to join my sect!"

"well said!"

Someone clapped their hands and flew over lightly.

Several disciples saw the man's face clearly, panicked and ran around, it was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

A flash of cold anger flashed across Mo Qiuzhe's eyes, his teeth were gritted, and he pointed his sword at the person.

Su Wan also picked up the long sword dropped by the fleeing disciple on the ground, his eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons: "Senior brother, they are too stupid, you accept me as an apprentice, I am smart!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiuzhe became even angrier when he heard this, his face flushed from holding back, and his anger poured out unstoppably like a flood breaking a dam: "Don't be a thief, don't want to humiliate me!"

As soon as the cold light passed, the two swords collided suddenly, and the light and shadow overlapped in an instant, the sword energy was unrestrained, and the silver light flowed between the two green shadows.

It was also at this moment that a strange feeling appeared in Mo Qiuzhe's heart, and he couldn't help but stop his movements. They had only fought for a short while, but this person's move was very familiar to him, it seemed to be...his own Xuanyin swordsmanship!

"Why don't you fight?"

Su Wan took a step back and nimbly pulled the sword flower. The two moves he used just now were something he hadn't seen in the past few days. It would be great if he could force him to use more moves.

Mo Qiuzhe woke up like a dream. It turned out that this person had been watching him practice swords for the past three days, and he wrote down all of them, and every move was not bad.

Shock and strangeness were born in his heart at the same time, and there were mixed emotions for a while. He was so stunned that he took two steps back again and again, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, and suddenly turned his head away without saying a word.

"If you don't accept it, you won't accept it, and you are angry, so boring!"

Su Wan lost interest, put down his sword, turned his back and walked to the south of Fuyu Mountain.

"Master Host, it's normal for him to be angry if you secretly learn swordsmanship from others."

The system didn't expect that he would eventually make friends with this arch-enemy, "But one thing to say, you are really flexible."

"Have you ever heard a word?"

Su Wan soars into the sky and holds his sword, rubbing shoulders with floating clouds, "The dragon swims in the shallow water and is attacked by shrimps, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs."

"I understand, that means you are the dragon and the tiger, and they are the shrimp and the dog."

The system is thoughtful.

Su Wan smiled and didn't answer. He just felt a little pity. Mo Qiuzhe taught those hapless apprentices too slowly. He was tired of watching the repeated moves every day. I can't afford to toss like an idiot.

When they practice swords another day, he will try two more tricks, otherwise he will fight Mo Qiuzhe a few more times, and he will always be able to force out all his wealth!At that time, even if he doesn't rely on cultivation, his swordsmanship should be good.

I made up my mind, now I have to go and see what happened to those little Taoist priests digging the ground.

When the grass grows and the warblers fly, the weather is not too hot.

A group of gray-clothed disciples gathered in the south of Fuyu Mountain, pushing and shoving around, making it extremely lively.

Su Wan saw it from a distance, and thought that these little Taoist priests were considered clever, and knew that the mountain could not be climbed with four or five people, so he needed some helpers.

It wasn't until the little chubby man was kicked in the stomach and rolled a long way, grinning his teeth in pain, that he realized: Oh, there's a fight?