Mo Ran nodded, Lin Changfeng said lightly:

"It's very powerful. It can destroy a world with one hand, and it's strong enough to make the immortal tremble."

The more I listened, the more I felt colder. The sword spirit did not answer and chose to drill into the long sword.

"Boy, if you can, please let me go. I think I can live two more years if I leave the sword."

Knowing Lin Changfeng's personality, he would definitely not lie in this matter, and the sword spirit was about to run away.

"My sword heart is on you, your cultivation level and the level of the long sword will grow with me. Are you sure you won't bet once?"

Lin Changfeng's face was full of smiles, but this smile was a little bitter.

Then he heard Jian Ling cursing, "Sword Spirit? I am a person, the soul of a strong man. You actually made me a sword spirit? Do you think this is fair to me?"

"I will try my best to do everything after revenge..."

Before Lin Changfeng could finish his words, the sword spirit said impatiently: "Come on, don't draw big cakes for me. As long as you die, I will definitely run away."

"If I die, you will die." Lin Changfeng replied concisely.

“…”

The sword spirit was silent, as if he was unwilling to pay attention to Lin Changfeng.

Lei Ran sighed, Lin Changfeng put away his sword. After a golden light flashed, the sword disappeared from his hands, and a golden small sword mark appeared on his forehead.

"Senior sister, I have found Jianxin."

Lin Changfeng said to himself, and then a slight sound of footsteps came from behind him. Song Rushuang walked over, put on a coat with Lin Changfeng, and said softly:

"It's colder outside. Your body hasn't recovered completely yet. Let's go back first."

Turning around and looking at Song Rushuang's extremely cool but slightly haggard face, Lin Changfeng nodded and said, "How is Mr. Qin?"

"Old Master Dongfang has treated him, but his spiritual power is dispersed and his qi and blood are deficient. He may not be able to get out of bed during this period." Song Rushuang explained gently.

"Let's go back first, I guess I'll set off for the Tianshi Sect tomorrow." Lin Changfeng's voice was no longer as cold and ruthless as before, as if the emotional switch was turned on, and his words were more charming.

The next morning, due to a heavy rain last night, the mountains and forests were filled with fog, layer by layer, like a fairyland on earth.

Lin Changfeng got up early, walked out of the villa and stood proudly on the large platform, looking at the sword marks everywhere, with agile eyes.

I saw him raise his hand slightly, and a long green sword appeared in his hand. Then he waved the sword lightly without any distractions, and his heart was clear.

A sword wind tear apart the air, and then the sword energy surged, leaving a sword mark on the ground.

It is not as good as the messy and exaggerated sword marks before, this sword mark is more powerful and delicate, like a line, left on the ground, containing a trace of sword intent.

"So that's what Master said about Jianxin back then."

Just as Lin Changfeng put away the Wuxiang Sword, a cold and dust-free voice came from behind him.

"It seems that your state of mind has changed."

Turning his head and looking at Luo Mengyi wearing a light blue water-patterned Taoist robe, Lin Changfeng looked at the woman seriously for the first time.

Her temperament is not as cool as Song Rushuang's world-weary spirit. She gives people a fairy temperament that is not stained with dust and is not as good as the world's fireworks.

But the expression on her face was not so lively, she looked cold and indifferent, as if she could not be taken into her eyes in the world.

"Some changes have indeed happened. You are very similar to the person you know!" Lin Changfeng Youran replied, and then said something inexplicable.

At first, Luo Mengyi frowned and wondered: "Why did you suddenly say this?"

"Because your temperament is very similar, but... it's not exactly like it." Lin Changfeng said this, suddenly paused, revealing a thoughtful look.

“Where is not like it?”

Luo Mengyi didn't understand why she said this, just as if a woman was always curious.

"You're not as good-looking as her."

After saying this without thinking, Lin Changfeng turned around and walked into the villa.

Luo Mengyi was left in chaos and could not be calmed down for a long time.

Not as good as her?

What does this mean?

Just as she was wondering if there was another meaning, Ye Que's sleepy voice came from behind him. He stretched his waist, yawned, and said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't had a good sleep all night. I'm so depressed."

As he said that, he saw Luo Mengyi standing there in a daze and said in confusion: "What are you thinking?"

Turning around and staring at Ye Que, Luo Mengyi frowned and said, "Do you look good?"

"???" The movement of stretching was frozen in place. Ye Que did not react for a while and looked at Luo Mengyi suspiciously.

If you say this, then I'll be interested... Ye Que thought so in his heart, but he was rumored: "It's pretty, with a small cherry mouth, apricot-eyed nose, and although his expression was a little cold, it can better stimulate a man's desire to conquer, which is a good plus. His proud breasts are very capital, and his plump peach buttocks are simply in the thousands. In addition, you have grown up in Kunlun Dao Palace since childhood and have never been in love. The plus is to hit the nail on the head."

"To the point of the nail on the head?"

This saint who grew up in Kunlun Taoist Palace is addicted to cultivation all day long and doesn't bother to contact modern society at all. Naturally, he doesn't understand Ye Que's dirty joke, but now he looks confused.

"Uh..." Ye Que was a little embarrassed and complained in his heart: "If you say this, you may be beaten to death, so don't explain it."

"It's nothing, I'm just complaining." Ye Que casually said perfunctorily, then walked into the villa with a yawn.

After leaving Luo Mengyi to meditate, she really didn't understand what it means to hit the nail on the head. She was competitive and disdainful to ask others, so she could only find opportunities to find the answers by herself in the future.

Breakfast, on the dining table in Qin's villa.

Fortunately, Lin Changfeng's sword did not cut off the dining table, otherwise he would have to go to the noisy center of the imperial capital.

Thinking that Mr. Qin was unable to move, Qin Jinle personally took over this breakfast.

At the dining table, Ye Que squatted on the chair with barefoot in his shirt and kept urging: "Why are you so slow? You're so hungry."

Qin Jinle's impatient voice came from the kitchen, "If you have the ability, come and cook! You don't feel the pain when you stand and talk."

Looking at Bai Yue and Song Rushuang who were going downstairs, Ye Que greeted with a smile, "Oh, my sister-in-law and nephew woke up, how did you sleep last night?"

Bai Yue glanced at him, rolled her eyes and complained: "Your cleaning is very fast, but it's too noisy. She didn't say it for a while."

I immediately remembered something and added: "Also, please call me my teacher's sister-in-law, not your nephew."

He was idle last night, so he also asked what happened to Bai Yue. After all, the master and apprentice were only concerned, and the other party's behavior was indeed a bit too far.

After knowing that Bai Yue was so pitiful at the beginning, Ye Que still felt a little sympathetic, but after hearing Bai Yue's great ambitions, he couldn't help but admire him.

"I understand, life-saving grace, as Yongquan Xiangbao, then you should also see if my senior brother is willing to accept your Xiangbao."

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