Listening to the Phoenix

"Jianjun, a letter from the beginning of the ninth day." The younger generation of Jiange stood respectfully behind a person who was sitting on a futon and closed his eyes to cultivate.

After a long time, a voice came slowly: "What happened at the beginning of the ninth day?"

"Could it be that Xiao Miao went to make trouble?" Qinglan Jianjun of Jiange said to himself, with a slight smile and a little gloat.

With a random gesture, the jade slip fell onto his open hand, glanced at it casually and put it aside, and was startled when he was slowly recalling the content.

The cold mask on the face that had been frozen for thousands of years was instantly shattered, replaced by uncontrollable shock and ecstasy.

He took a few short breaths, reached out and grabbed the jade slip, completely forgetting to use his spiritual power to fetch it.After reading the same content over and over again, he finally couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and moisten his eyes.

...Master...you are back...

"Wake up. Do you remember when it is now?"

The young man who asked the question was dressed in red, on which a phoenix with golden patterns spread its wings and flew high, supplemented by white lines to outline tens of thousands of mountains and rivers.

The young man's red dress is an extremely pure red, and his long hair doesn't look messy when it is thrown down casually, instead it looks free and unrestrained.Her appearance is gorgeous, her color is thick, she is clearly gorgeous to the extreme, but no one will think that she is a woman.What is more attractive than his appearance is that even though he looks lazy, his back is still straight, and there is a casual smile on the corner of his mouth, but the arrogance and dignity revealed by the glance of his phoenix eyes.

The Chunyang disciple who had just woken up was a little stunned.

He has a high seniority in Chunyang Palace, so he has seen the current Holy Majesty, but he has never seen the imperial aura exuded by this young man from His Majesty.

……emperor.

Disciple Chunyang chewed these two words carefully, and felt sadness coming from it.

But the disciple of Chunyang didn't forget Cai's question, and replied: "Kaiyuan---"

The words froze suddenly.

There seems to be pain in the heart, the blood in the sky seems to appear in front of the eyes, and the fighting of the soldiers seems real.

But...he was already——dead!

The young man in red sat down on the couch and said lazily, "Remember?"

While speaking, he picked up the long hair of the person beside him, which was as smooth as running water and cool as the moonlight, and wrapped it around his five fingers.

Disciple Chunyang gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes.

Naturally... I remembered.

He was dead, at the hands of the rebels.

The pain from the feather arrow piercing through the heart still remained, causing him to bite his lip until it turned pale.

Then why is he still alive?

"Of course it was Ah Ling who saved you." The young man in red said at a glance what he was thinking.

"So, don't you want to thank you for your lifesaver... people?"

The young man next to the young man in red slowly raised his head when he heard the words.

His brows were made of frost and snow, his face was icy cold, his complexion was icy white, his pair of pure black eyes were extraordinarily pure, and they were as deep as an abyss.The young man's aura is extremely cold, like a long sword out of its sheath, cold and quiet, but also presents a kind of elegance because of his charming appearance no matter how you look at it.

The extremely prosperous appearance has already made the disciple of Chunyang dumb again, and he can only feel the coldness for a while.

This reminded him of a... senior.

The owner of Hidden Sword Villa, Ye Ying.

After a little trance, he got out of bed and saluted respectfully, "Xie Xilan, disciple of Chunyang, thank you two... for saving my life, senior."

He said this senior, he hesitated.

After all, the two in front of him looked at most one or two years older than him.

The young man in red let go of the hair of the young man beside him, and said in a strange tone, "We didn't save your life."

The young man beside him was dressed in purple, and the light purple plum pattern mixed with the complicated and old Daowen made the pattern on the wide sleeves.He tilted his head and looked directly at Xie Xilan: "Would you like to do it, my disciple?"

As soon as this remark came out, not only Xie Xilan was shocked, but the young man in red beside him was even more shocked.

"Ah Ling, do you know what you're talking about?"

Doubts appeared in the eyes of the young man in purple: "I asked him if he wants to be my disciple."

After a pause, he added: "A Ci, of course I know what I'm talking about."

"No! You want to recruit apprentices, you know what a big deal it is! How can you be so hasty!"

Xie Xilan said in a daze: "The junior has already become a teacher..."

Feng Que cast a slanted look, "If you want to refuse, only Ah Ling can refuse!"

Xie Xilan: ...

Seeing him silent, Feng Que resigned, and then turned around to persuade Ling Yinzui to change her mind.

Xie Xilan conscientiously looks at the nose and the heart with his eyes, and he is more sculptural than a sculpture.

"...Ah Ling, even if you want to accept an apprentice, you have to look at his character first. In recent years, haven't we seen many monks who were masters and were killed by their disciples?"

... monk?

Xie Xilan felt that he seemed to hear some words that he didn't understand.

After a long time, the young man in red failed to persuade him. He looked helplessly at the young man in purple who had never moved, and said, "As you wish." Then he gave Xie Xilan a very quick look.

Xie Xilan, who was stared at innocently: ...

Feng Que Ci began to explain: "This world is named Primordial, and you are the soul of the other world. I don't know why you entered this world. By chance, we picked it up and brought it back to stabilize your soul."

……

"Stupid?" Feng Que resigned.

"younger generation……"

"Would you like to do it, my disciple?" Ling Yinzui asked again.

Xie Xilan said: "The younger generation still apprentices—"

Feng Queci chuckled, "Then where is your master now?"

Xie Xilan was speechless.

Feng Que resigned: "You are dead, even the world has changed."

"Entering reincarnation, you will wash away your past."

Listening to the drunken voice was neither slow nor slow: "Being my seat as a teacher will allow you to enter reincarnation without forgetting your past."

Xie Xilan couldn't help grasping the Taoist robe on his body with his fingers.

Don't forget the past, enter reincarnation...

"In this world, if you don't learn from a teacher, unless you are really talented, it is impossible to survive."

"The juniors still remember..."

Listen to the sound and get drunk.

Feng Que was speechless for a while, and after watching him leave the hall, he looked at Xie Xilan, sizing him up and down: "You are the first person who dares to reject Ah Ling in front of me."

Xie Xilan: ...

A strange feeling suddenly appeared in my heart.

"Did you know? If Ah Ling spreads the news that he is going to accept disciples, countless people, even immortals and gods, will come to ask for it." Feng Que said lazily.

"But you refused."

Xie Xilan still insisted: "This junior doesn't want to give up our own martial arts."

Feng Que's tone was flat: "This is simple. You just need to memorize a copy of the exercises you practiced to Ah Ling."

Xie Xilan: "Huh?"

Feng Que Ci: "It can be modified according to your practice."

"Ah Ling was born a god, and he doesn't know your human race's skills at all. And he didn't express his intention to accept disciples before, no one would send this to him."

Xie Xilan: ...

"A Ling's talent in cultivation is terrifying, and modifying the exercises is not worth mentioning to him."

Xie Xilan said in a low voice: "Junior, I got it..."

Feng Que stood up: "Cultivate well."

After leaving the gate of the palace, he paused and flew up to the top of the palace, "Why did you come here?"

Ling Yinzui looked back at him with calm eyes.

Feng Queci sat down beside him.

"A Ci...why did the soul of another world enter this small world?"

Standing up, Qing Lan went outside the sword mound.

The long swords buried here shook one after another, and the sword energy crisscrossed and buzzed.

Qing Lan raised his hand and lowered it again. All the long swords restrained their sword energy in an instant, and fell back to the distance obediently.

With every step Qing Lan took, her face changed slightly.

Back in time……

Finally, when he stopped in front of Jiange's juniors, the youth turned into a teenager, with green eyes and a little immature.

But the sharpness in his eyes did not change at all, "The current sword master, bring me to see you."

"Also, will the seminar be held?"

Jiange's juniors ignored the surprise and replied: "Yes."

"I'm going to visit Biyuntian."

"……Yes."

Sitting cross-legged in the main hall, the Jiange Sword Lord who was waiting for the teleportation array to activate had a cold look on his face.

... In the end, he still worshiped him as his teacher.

Then he became the young master of Chaoshan Jiange Ying Liulan.

Then step by step, he became the sword master of the Jiange, the Daoist of the Mahayana, the immortal monarch of crossing the catastrophe, and the immortal rank...

Thousands of years ago, watching the young man in red clothes fall, watching the master freeze Zhang Yuan in grief and disappear...

...It's great, Master is back.

On the spirit boat, Ling Yinzui suddenly opened his eyes.

"Qinglan?"

The master-student contract shook.

Maybe, you can learn a lot from Qing Lan...

Lingyinzui closed his eyes again.

For example... Why did the Jiugong branch leave the Jiuchu back then.

The author has something to say:

Qinglan is Jiansan Chunyang's self-made character, Jianchun, died in the Anshi Rebellion, his soul inexplicably reached the original, and was picked up by Lingyinzui

Character file

Name: Ying Liulan (Qinglan/Xie Xilan)

Sex: Male

Identity: The fourth sword master of the Jiange, the sword master of the Jiange during the Great Tribulation, and the only sword master of the Jiange.The drunken listener, the brother of Ying Liumiao, the best friend and Taoist brother and rival in the Qing Dynasty

Strength: Unknown, only Qingshi can compete in the original world

Attachment: Because I can't forget Chunyang, I changed the Jiange clothing to Chunyang's iconic... Taoist robe