Junior Disciple C

"Brother Zhang, jump quickly, you can see that everyone has jumped." A monk in the loose cultivator camp said to his companion beside him.

Although Feng Ye took the lead in jumping into the abyss, a large number of people followed closely behind, but there were still some people who stood still and did not move for a long time.

This monk called Brother Zhang, he didn't even dare to get close to the eaves of the boat, he hugged the sail in the center of the deck tightly with his four limbs like a koala, stammered while crying : "I, I...I don't know how to water!"

The ghost knows that the entrance to the secret realm of the floating island is actually in the center of the vortex, in the bottomless abyss. If he had known this, he would not have come!

However, it is hard to buy a thousand pieces of gold, and he knew that he had come here and was forced to face such a dilemma.

Let's jump, I really don't dare, not to mention the ocean, even a small pond two meters deep is enough for him, don't jump, isn't the qualification to enter the secret realm of the floating island that I finally obtained is in vain?

The companion glared at him bitterly, and reminded: "Brother Zhang! We are monks! You can hold your breath underwater, and you won't drown!" Bones, whether they will breathe or not will surely die by then.

However, he knew that if he really said that, his partner surnamed Zhang would definitely not dare to dance, so he only said part of it wisely.

The monk surnamed Zhang was silent for a while, and then he said "Oh" as if he had come to his senses: "That's right."

What he got in return was a look of disdain from his companion.

The monk surnamed Zhang finally let go of the sail, and rubbed his head in embarrassment. In order to save face, his eyes wandered for a while, and he drifted to a monk not far away who also didn't jump.

He pointed to the person who was covered under the black robe, couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't know what he was doing with his hands on his chest, and gave an example with some pride: "We are not the last to dance!"

The companion covered his face, this kind of thing is not something to be proud of at all!How could he have such a friend!

He followed Brother Zhang's hand and glanced at the black-robed man, then walked around behind Brother Zhang, who was holding his chest up and head up, and kicked him off the boat with an inexplicable sense of pride, and then jumped out of the boat himself. go down.

As these two people also jumped into the abyss, there was only one person left on the ship hovering in this area.

The man wearing the mask finally raised his head, his dark eyes stared at the center of the sea, looking at the shadow that had long since disappeared.

He clutched his chest tightly with his right hand, the middle left.

That's where the heart is.

Seeing that there was finally no one else here, he suddenly said to the void: "God, are you excited?"

There was no one in front of him, and there was no sound other than the sound of the wind and waves, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

After one sentence, he didn't continue to speak, but just waited quietly.

The sound of the waves, after the passing waves hit the sea surface for an unknown number of times, another voice suddenly appeared beside him, different from the hoarse voice that seemed to be smoked by fireworks when he spoke, this was a low-pitched and magnetic man voice.

"Excited?" The man called Shangshen repeated, and gave a negative answer: "No, I'm not excited for anyone."

When he spoke, he added the accent on the word "person", revealing a condescending disdain.

As a god, he despises human beings who are as small as ants.

"But your heart just stopped beating for a moment." Although the man in the black robe spoke honorifics, his tone was still so cold, without the warmth that a living person should have, nor the respect that a god should have.

There was another silence, this time it was not too long, and the pleasant voice spoke again: "It's not because of him, it's just...that scene reminded me of some past events."

The scene in his mouth refers to the shadow that took the lead and jumped into the abyss, going forward without hesitation.

Although the shadow was smaller than the sea abyss with a diameter of [-] meters, it was not ignored by anyone.

The black-robed man naturally saw it too, and at that moment, the thing beating like a normal heart in his chest suddenly stopped beating.

The sudden cardiac arrest brought a suffocation feeling like lack of oxygen, so he kept clutching his chest and did not recover for a long time.

"What happened in the past?" He asked the man.

There was a hint of a smile in the man's voice, but it was a half-smile mocking: "Ling Yun, that's not what you should know."

Ling Yun stopped talking.

However, he did not continue this topic, but the man has not completely lost interest in the person who took the lead in jumping into the sea.

"That seems to be someone from your Lingxiao Sword Sect." The man recalled the figure in the black and white Taoist robe, and his voice was full of regret: "When you went back a month ago, why didn't you find that your school has such an interesting person?" people."

"God, it was midnight when we went back." Ling Yun reminded without emotion.

More than a month ago, he was the Lingxiao Sword Sect who sneaked in in the middle of the night. This place where he should go up and down the mountain gate, but now he wants to go back, but he can only cover it up so that no one will notice.

"Hehe." The man gave a low laugh, and finally ended the topic. He continued: "You have already searched for your junior brother, and there is no fragment of Jianmu left."

Speaking of this, the man's voice was ridiculed again: "It seems that your junior brother has completely forgotten you, and there is no trace of missing you in the room."

Ling Yun's expression remained unchanged, whether it was the face blocked by the mask or the pair of black eyes that were only exposed, they were like a pool of stagnant water in an ancient well without waves, and would not cause waves for anything.

His performance was really boring, the man put away his ridicule when he saw this, and continued the previous topic: "Jianmu must still exist in a corner of the world, Ling Yun, you know this very well."

Ling Yun didn't answer, he just covered his chest again.

The man didn't need Ling Yun's answer, he continued on his own: "Ji Chengyue was the only one who had the possibility and opportunity to get the fragments of Jianmu in the fire a hundred years ago, and kept them secretly. Since he didn't have any, It means Jianmu has another seed."

"Floating Island Secret Realm." The man spit out these four words lightly, and he asked: "Ling Yun, when you came to Floating Island Secret Realm a hundred years ago, did you notice another tree species here?"

"I don't know, God. I was so happy when I got the Jianmu seed that I didn't notice if there was another seed there."

He said joy on his lips, but his tone was still cold as always.

Although Cao Zirui is also an iceberg character, he will always have emotions, unlike Ling Yun now, whose tone of voice has no ups and downs, it doesn't sound like a human being talking.

"Then go find the answer, Ling Yun." The man sighed regretfully, "For our common wish."

When he said the last sentence, his voice was very soft, but under his soft voice, there was an undercurrent that was more turbulent than the turbulent sea water in the abyss.

An undercurrent of terrifying ambition flows.

At the same time as the man's voice fell, Ling Yun walked to the edge of the boat at the same time. He looked down at the roaring waves under his feet with a blank expression, and then jumped down.

The vulnerable human body was swaying in the strong wind, like a butterfly whose wings were wet by the wind and rain, falling straight down.

With the last shadow jumping down the sea abyss, all the monks who had obtained the qualification of the floating island secret realm finally all entered the entrance of the floating island secret realm.

This trip to the secret place of the floating island with different thoughts and purposes has officially kicked off.

The author has something to say:

Don't be too short.Although I know it's really short.

But people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxing and waning.

Similarly, updates will be long and short.

You have to learn to accept it, instead of blindly accusing me of becoming short.

On the bright side, at least I updated (although late again)

Let out a proud voice: Goo!