Junior Disciple C

In a separate courtyard on the top of Lingxiao Jianzong Mountain.

There is an open space in the courtyard, and right now there is a young figure dancing a sword in the open space.The metal sword body is reflected by the sunlight and emits a dazzling silver light.

The sword dances like a silver snake, lingering and changeable, implying the power of wind and thunder.

"Okay!" Ji Chengyue, who did not know when he came to the other courtyard, couldn't help shouting.

Only then did Cao Zirui notice his master's arrival. After the move he was using was finished, he withdrew his sword momentum. Regardless of the sweat dripping from his brow, he walked up to Ji Chengyue with his sword in his hand and saluted.

His cultivation base is still at the ninth level of Qi refining, and Ji Chengyue told him not to use his spiritual power rashly, and he never forgot.But after playing in Beihai City for a few days, Cao Zirui felt a little guilty.

He is different from Feng Ye who can rest assured that he doesn't practice sword training and doesn't want to get out of bed. If he doesn't practice for three days, he feels uncomfortable all over.

So today, taking advantage of the sunshine, I practiced swordsmanship, but I didn't want to be seen by my master just after I practiced.

Although Ji Chengyue was pleased with Cao Zirui's diligence, he still disapproved and blamed him: "Your internal injuries have not healed, so cultivation is the most important thing."

"Understood, Master." Cao Zirui admitted his mistake with his head down.

"Your Lingxiao swordsmanship has improved a bit compared to before going to the secret realm of the floating island. It seems that this adventure is not all a bad thing." Ji Chengyue commented recalling the swordsmanship he had just seen.

Cao Zirui's swordsmanship is different from that of everyone in the Lingxiao Sword Sect. He learned Lingyun's original Lingxiao swordsmanship.Ling Yun used this swordsmanship to cultivate to the Dao stage, and became the veritable No. 1 in the world of cultivation.

The power of Ling Xiao's swordsmanship is also well-known all over the world along with Ling Yun's name, and the limelight is unparalleled.It's just that after Ling Yun's death, this world-leading swordsmanship also disappeared.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ling Yun kept this sword technique extremely secret. Except for Ling Yun, no one had ever learned it, even if he was a fellow disciple of Ling Xiao Sword Sect.

Neither did Ji Chengyue.

But he didn't learn Ling Xiao's swordsmanship, not because Ling Yun was hiding his secrets.

In fact, from the matter of Jianmu, it can be seen that Ling Yun is not a narrow-minded person. After he planted Jianmu, he did not monopolize it. Instead, he invited monks from all over the world to ascend to the sky together.

He is the same for Jianmu, a sacred tree that can reach the sky. Although Ling Xiao swordsmanship was created by him, he will not treat it as a secret that cannot be passed down, and hold it tightly.

On the contrary, he is actually very happy to teach fellow students.

A hundred years ago, before Ling Yun became the master, his swordsmanship had already formed its own school, and Ling Xiao's swordsmanship had just taken shape.

However, Ji Chengyue, who practiced with him, still practiced the swordsmanship taught by his master. Ling Yun couldn't help but want to teach Ji Chengyue to use the sword in his own way.

It's not that Master Xuanxu's swordsmanship is bad, it's just that Ling Yun is too amazing in the way of swords to be stunning. The swordsmanship he has polished is more powerful than the one taught by Master Xuanxu.

But swordsmanship doesn't just depend on power, it also depends on the aptitude of the learner.Just like women who are not born with superior physical strength, they can't be forced to learn some fierce swordsmanship with wide opening and closing, their strength can't keep up at all.

Ji Chengyue's aptitude is not good, he has dual spiritual roots, second only to the talent of a single spiritual root, even so, he can't learn Ling Xiao swordsmanship from Ling Yun.

Because Ling Xiao's swordsmanship was completely created by Ling Yun based on his own perception of using the sword, he is a top-quality single spiritual root that is unique in thousands of miles, and his spiritual power cannot be compared with monks of the same level.

And he has always been a proud person who pursues the ultimate, every move of his sword is the limit, the limit of the body, the limit of the spiritual power.

This has led to the fact that, except for people with the same talent as him who come to learn this sword technique, other people can only learn it on air, and can't comprehend the essence of it at all.

So after discovering this, Ling Yun didn't wantonly promote his swordsmanship in the sect, because teaching it is also a white teaching.

Ji Chengyue knew exactly this, and never thought of teaching Xue Ren this sword technique, because Xue Ren, like him, had dual spiritual roots, and his talent was limited, so he couldn't do it, and neither could Xue Ren.

Only Cao Zirui, who has a single spiritual root like Ling Yun, can do it. The figure of Cao Zirui dancing the sword just now vaguely resembles his deceased senior brother.

Ji Chengyue was absent-minded for a moment, and he didn't hear what Cao Zirui answered. He only came back to his senses when Cao Zirui called out "Master?" with some doubts.

He didn't explain what he was thinking when he lost his mind just now, he just said to Cao Zirui: "By the way, I found someone to refine the Bingyan Grass, and it happens to be two pills, you can take one with him. "

Hearing that, although Cao Zirui still had that iceberg face, there was some unconcealable joy in his eyes.Falling from the foundation building stage back to the Qi refining stage, although he has not said anything, he is still a little sad in his heart.

Now that he can finally recover his cultivation, he is naturally very happy.

Cao Zirui accepted the porcelain bottle containing the pill, and thanked Master: "Thank you, Master."

Ji Chengyue smiled, and patted Cao Zirui on the shoulder: "After you take the elixir, go to a safe place to retreat for digestion, and ask someone to help you refine the spiritual power in the elixir, so go Elder Zhou, you can take your little friend with you and ask Elder Zhou to help you protect the Dharma."

Cao Zirui was a little puzzled: "Master is leaving?"

Normally, Ji Chengyue would always do this kind of thing by himself, but he unexpectedly asked Cao Zirui to go to Elder Zhou, which could only mean that Ji Chengyue had something to do and wanted to leave the sect.

Ji Chengyue nodded.

Cao Zirui asked again: "Is Master busy?"

He and Fang Yang played in Beihai City for three days, and during those three days, the master disappeared, only appeared once in a while, and he didn't know what he was doing. He had just returned to the sect and was leaving again.

Ji Chengyue was silent for a while, before replying: "I'm almost done with my work, and the results are about to come out."

Cao Zirui didn't ask any more questions, he watched the master leave, and then he wanted to go down the mountain to find Fang Yang with the porcelain bottle in his pocket.

Before leaving, he suddenly realized that the sweat from his sword practice was unsightly, so he took back the steps he had taken, washed up, changed into a set of clean clothes, and then went down the mountain.

When I really went down the mountain and saw Fang Yang, I realized that he was completely overwhelmed.

Sweating is nothing indecent, Fang Yang is holding a broom right now, his face and hands are covered with plaster.

But Fang Yang didn't realize it, when he saw Cao Zirui, he threw the broom, ran to pat Cao Zirui's clean clothes with his dirty hands, and said hello, "Why are you down?"

Cao Zirui glanced at the mud print on his shoulder, and said nothing: "..."

Washed for nothing.

Only then did Fang Yang belatedly realize what he had done, he quickly smiled apologetically, and tried to wipe Cao Zirui off, but of course the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.

Before Fang Yang turned himself into a clay figurine, Cao Zirui quickly stopped him and explained to Fang Yang, "I'm here to give you something."

As he spoke, he took out the bottle of elixir that his master had given him.

Fang Yang held the porcelain bottle and looked at it: "This is?"

Cao Zirui said concisely: "Bingyancao."

"The elixir has been refined?" Fang Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned his head to announce the good news to Feng Ye who was still cleaning not far away: "Brother, the Bingyancao has finally been refined!"

Feng Ye and Hao Chen, who were also not very clean, temporarily put down their work and walked towards Fang Yang.

In fact, simply sweeping the fallen leaves, of course, will not end up in such a mess.

But these two people will probably never be willing to sweep the floor honestly, they always have to use some small means overtly and covertly, which led to this tragic situation.

Deacon Zhang's thinking was wrong. The husband and wife pairing didn't make the work not tiring, but the more they worked, the more tired they became.

When Fang Yang finished cleaning the meditation hall that he was in charge of, half of the area that these two people were in charge of was not finished.The enthusiastic Fang Xiaoyang took a broom and joined the cleaning team. Therefore, the three of them were all in the same square, not far from each other.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen walked over quickly. After hearing Fang Yang's good news, Feng Ye nodded his head and congratulated: "Then you can all recover your cultivation."

"Hey." Fang Yang smiled happily while holding the porcelain bottle.

"By the way, Master told us to find Elder Zhou to protect the Dharma before he left, and help us refine the elixir along the way." Cao Zirui repeated Master's instructions.

Fang Yang nodded clearly: "Then when shall we go?"

"Just tonight." Cao Zirui suggested, the sooner his cultivation naturally recovers, the sooner he will recover.

Fang Yang also had the same idea, to recover and practice early.

Although the two teenagers were not as tall as the two adults next to them, in terms of diligence, they crushed Feng Ye and Hao Chen to the point where there was not even a scum left.

Moreover, the two of them didn't show any signs of embarrassment when they saw that the two young men were so eager to resume their cultivation.

Hao Chen's reason was because of his unruly thick skin, while Feng Ye's reason was because he was thinking about other things.

In Cao Zirui's words, what Fang Yang heard was to take the elixir and go to Elder Zhou to protect the law, but what Feng Ye heard was "before the master leaves".

Cao Zirui's master is naturally the master, Ji Chengyue, and Ji Chengyue has left, which means that there is no one in the master's room tonight.

Feng Ye's mind suddenly became active. The Floating Island Secret Realm and his party had completely cut off the possibility of Jianmu having a second tree species, so the only clue left was Ji Chengyue.

Although he also sneaked into Ji Chengyue's room to search last time, but now that he thinks about it, there may be some omissions, he still has to look again.

Ji Chengyue doesn't go out much, tonight is the perfect time.

Therefore, although Feng Ye listened to the conversation between Fang Yang and Cao Zirui with a smile on his face, his mind was already on tonight's infiltration plan.

And Hao Chen secretly observed Feng Ye's expression, thoughtful.

The day ended quickly, and after sunset, Fang Yang went up the mountain with Cao Zirui to find Elder Zhou to protect the law.

And Feng Ye returned to his room, ready to close the door and sleep on the surface.

However, before closing the door of the room, Hao Chen obstructed him once again as expected. This fish just misses his bed. It was obviously restless when I slept with him last time, and now it doesn't. Know how the brain circuit has changed.

Anyway, Feng Ye couldn't figure it out, and he wasn't going to let Hao Chen climb into his bed for the second time, just like yesterday, he closed the door heavily, and shut out Mouyu with a non-negotiable attitude.

Having touched his nose again, Hao Chen rubbed his nose awkwardly outside the door. Instead of leaving immediately, he stood at the door and listened to the movement inside the door for a while.

Feng Ye naturally knew that this unwilling fish hadn't left, so he deliberately walked to the side of the bed, kicked off the shoes under his feet, then fell down on the bed, closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping peacefully.

To do a play is to do a full set.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps going away outside the door, Feng Ye opened one eye, and looked at the direction Hao Chen left through the house wall.

He didn't act immediately, it was just getting dark, most people were still awake, and it was not the best time for him to act.

Feng Ye lay on the bed with his eyes closed until midnight, when the night was quiet and there was only the sound of insects outside, Feng Ye sneaked out from the door.

Before going up the mountain, he took a look at Hao Chen's room not far away, it was quiet, and the people inside seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But Feng Ye still refused to relax his vigilance. He walked carefully through the dormitory area where Hao Chen lived, even more carefully than when he went to the top of the heavily guarded mountain afterwards.

There are nine defensive formations inside and outside the top of the mountain, plus disciples patrolling and guarding, but in Feng Ye's heart, this watertight protection is far inferior to Hao Chen's barrier.

Although this fish is extremely unreliable, it is the master of the Northern Darkness after all, and its insight cannot be underestimated.

However, Hao Chen didn't seem to notice this time.

Feng Ye slipped into Ji Chengyue's bedroom through the window without anyone noticing.

The room was dark with no lights on.

The owner of the house was not there, so the oil lamp was naturally not lit.Although the disciple guards were not patrolling the area right now, Feng Ye did not light the candles out of caution.

Anyway, the moonlight is still clear, and I can barely see the general outline of the house.

Feng Ye searched in the dark.

Ji Chengyue's room is divided into an inner room and an outer room. The inner room has a wardrobe and a bed, and the outer room has an incense table and several futons.

The room is said to be small, but it is said to be so big. Feng Ye carefully groped for places like the corner of the bed and the bottom of the bed that might hide a secret room, but found nothing.

The result is generally the same as what he came back to find.

But it shouldn't be.Feng Ye touched his chin and stood in the middle of the outer room in thought.

Besides Ji Chengyue, who else might have Jianmu hidden without anyone noticing?

And according to his many inquiries, Ji Chengyue didn't have any convenient place to hide Jianmu except the bedroom.

Putting yourself in the shoes of others, Jianmu is an inconvenient and very important thing, you must see it from time to time, and make sure that it has not been discovered or taken away by others to be at ease.

Then the possibility of finding a random place in the wilderness to dig a hole to hide was rejected, and it could only be a place Ji Chengyue frequented.

However, as the head of the sect, Ji Chengyue has to take care of all matters big and small, and it is impossible for him to leave the sect frequently. If he really has Jianmu, the possibility of hiding Jianmu in the sect is the greatest.

With so many pavilions and palaces in the sect, his bedroom is the best hiding place in every aspect.

But, this place, Feng Ye searched every inch twice, but found nothing.

Feng Ye left Ji Chengyue's room after searching around but failed to find it last time.But this time he didn't leave in a hurry, instead he sat down on the futon in front of the incense table.

Because last time he didn't believe that Jianmu was on Ji Chengyue, but now, he has no clues except Ji Chengyue, so he has to find a clue here.

Feng Ye crossed his legs, propped his elbows on his thighs, and rested his chin in thought.

The futon under his buttocks was slightly sunken because of the owner's frequent use. Feng Ye didn't find the right position when he sat on it. After sitting for a while, it slipped a little, so he moved his buttocks.

After sitting firmly again, Feng Ye's thoughts could not help but diverge following the frequently used futon.

Ji Chengyue often sits on this futon, why?

Feng Ye stretched his neck and looked around, and finally looked at the incense table directly in front of him.That's the only reason people sit around futons.

The furnishings on the incense table are also very simple, an incense burner and a... spirit tablet.

The spirit card is the spirit card of the dead, and it is not abnormal to place it in his bedroom.

Although most people have taboos about life and death, they can't help remembering their loved ones who have passed away. Therefore, they set up a spiritual tablet where they can see each other every day, so that they can burn incense every day to commemorate.

And the name written on this spirit tablet is naturally not Ling Yun, but Ji Chengyue's master, Daoist Xuanxu.

Ji Chengyue never mentioned his senior brother, so why would he set up a memorial tablet for Ling Yun in the house.

Moreover, regarding Ling Yun's attitude, even within the Lingxiao Sword Sect, there are mixed opinions. For example, Deacon Zhang is very disgusted with this irresponsible head.

If Ji Chengyue set up a memorial tablet for Ling Yun in his bedroom, he would inevitably be criticized.

Therefore, no matter what Ji Chengyue thought in his heart, he could only let his senior brother turn into dust and sink into the sea of ​​corpses, without even a spiritual seat with his name written on it.

But Ji Chengyue has always been fascinated by Ling Yun's attitude. In fact, according to Deacon Zhang, Ji Chengyue may not hate his senior brother very much. The hatred cannot be concealed. If Ji Chengyue really hated Ling Yun, why would he never show it in front of others? Said his brother was not.

Even if the deceased is the greatest, it is not too much to complain.

But Ji Chengyue did not.

At the same time, he didn't show any signs of remembering Ling Yun, it seemed that he was really heartless.

The appearance of these two diametrically opposed attitudes on one person shows that...Ji Chengyue must be deliberately hiding it.One of these two attitudes must be false, and it is a pretense for others to see.

The question is... which one is fake...

Feng Ye stared at the spirit tablet on the incense table in a daze, thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up from the futon, and leaned in front of the spirit tablet to observe.

Spirit cards are mostly made of wood, and this one is no exception.

Feng Ye looked at the engraved "Xuanxu Daoist's seats" on the tablets, and then reached out to touch them. They were very ordinary nanmu.

This tablet is also square, about the thickness of a thumb's knuckle.

It looks a bit too thick, Feng Ye thought about the thickness, but he didn't know much about the format of the spirit cards, so he didn't know if such generosity was normal.

The moonlight was still a bit dim after all, so Feng Ye wanted to light a candle and observe the tablet carefully.

However, before he lit the candle, the room suddenly lit up with fire.

The fire light came from behind him, Feng Ye turned his head the moment the fire light came on, and punched the opponent at the same time, trying to suppress the enemy with one blow, so that the opponent would not make any noise.

The person who sneaked up behind him to light the candle was also very agile. When Feng Ye punched, he raised his arm to block it.

Feng Ye missed a single blow, and in an instant he fought the opponent a few more times, then he caught a flaw in the opponent, kicked hard with his right leg towards the bend of the opponent's leg, this hit, and the opponent lost his balance for a short time .

Feng Ye seized the opportunity, grabbed the opponent's right hand holding the candlestick with one hand, raised his elbow forward with the other hand, pressed against the opponent's neck, and pushed the opponent back.

He pressed the opponent firmly against the wall all the way, the elbow joint formed an angle with the wall, and after the neck of the opponent was firmly locked, Feng Ye had time to look at the person who had touched behind him without anyone noticing.

"Hmm." The other party wanted to speak, but Feng Ye's elbow was stuck tightly, and if he tried harder, his throat would be broken, so the other party could not speak at all.

However, even though he didn't speak, Feng Ye vaguely realized something through the hazy moonlight.

He held the opponent's right wrist, and raised the candlestick in the opponent's hand.

The candlelight shone on the other party's face, a familiar face that smiled at him even though it was a little hypoxic and suffocating.

Feng Ye: "..."

He thought he had successfully pretended to be asleep and avoided Hao Chen's eyes and ears, but he didn't think that the other party was also a character in the play, and Hao Chen was also pretending to be asleep.

Probably not long after he reached the mountain, Hao Chen also slipped out of the house and followed Feng Ye all the way up the mountain.

Feng Ye slightly loosened the restraint of his elbows so that the opponent could breathe smoothly, but he didn't really let go of his grip. He still pressed Hao Chen against the wall and said in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Cough cough..." Hao Chen coughed twice, gasped for breath, and then replied unhurriedly: "I think fellow Taoist Feng Ye went out alone in the dark, and he was worried about meeting some bad guys, so he specially followed you to protect him." .”

Feng Ye: "..." Still have the face to say something about tailgating protection?Obviously, your behavior like a stalker is more like a bad guy.

The expression on Feng Ye's face was too obvious, but Hao Chen pretended that he didn't understand, and his face still had a righteous expression of "I'm all here to protect you".

Feng Ye was a little speechless, he didn't know what to do with this fish.

Let go of the other party just like that, a little unwilling, Hao Chen suddenly appeared from behind him and surprised him, so we can't just let it go.Don't let go, and you can't really do anything to Hao Chen.

Feng Ye was caught in a dilemma, so he didn't move for a while.

And Hao Chen was also a little absent-minded at the moment.

All his thoughts were on the skin that touched Feng Ye.

In a sense, close combat can be compared to couples in terms of intimacy. After all, it is also a skin-to-skin date, although one is for intimacy and the other is for beating.

Right now, Feng Ye was holding Hao Chen's right wrist with his left hand, and there was a male-specific sense of strength that he couldn't break free from.On Hao Chen's neck was Feng Ye's arm, and his forearm, which was tense due to exertion, rested on his Adam's apple.

Such a fragile and deadly part.

Hao Chen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the active skin on his throat felt the heat from the other party.

Hao Chen was a little distracted. When Feng Ye pushed him against the wall, he was very close, and his breathing could be heard.Because in order to suppress the opponent to the greatest extent, the body is the best weapon. Feng Ye is using his body to suppress the opponent, trying to make the opponent lose the ability to resist in the shortest possible time.

However, Hao Chen didn't want to resist at all, instead he somewhat enjoyed such intimacy.

After all, it was too difficult to get close to Feng Ye to eat tofu.

It's worth the beating for this!

Hao Chen thought happily.

"You..." Feng Ye finally came up with a decision, he was going to drive Hao Chen away, but he continued to stay and search.

However, as soon as he said a word, he turned his head to the corridor outside the house at the same time as Hao Chen, and there were slight footsteps there.

someone is coming.

The two realized it at the same time.

They glanced at each other subconsciously, and then moved their eyes down in unison, looking at the very conspicuous firelight.

"Huh", Hao Chen blew out, and blew out the candlesticks in their hands.

The room returned to darkness.

When Ji Chengyue pushed open the door, there was no one in the room.