Before dawn, Yang Ling'er tiptoed out of the cave. With Ye Xiaochuan's current level of cultivation, not even the slightest movement around him could escape his consciousness.
Ye Xiaochuan, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating at the entrance of the cave, squinted his eyes and secretly looked at Yang Ling'er as if he was a thief.
"I said Mr. Yang, are you just going to walk away like this? Are you going to give up on Baili?"
Ye Xiaochuan felt keenly that Yang Ling'er did not come out to relieve herself, but wanted to run away before dawn.
Yang Ling'er was startled by Ye Xiaochuan's voice, glanced at Ye Xiaochuan, and said: "The matter between Baili and I is not what you think. I will leave at dawn, but there will always be something weird in my heart, and I don't want you to deal with it."
I waved goodbye with tears in my eyes and left secretly on my own. We will meet again at Duantian Cliff in half a month."
Ye Xiaochuan looked at Yang Ling'er suspiciously, scratched his head, and considered whether to let Yang Ling'er go now.
At this moment, the little guy sleeping in his arms poked his ugly little head out, blinked his two big blue eyes, and looked at Yang Ling'er curiously.
Yang Ling'er was stunned and said: "What is in your arms?"
Ye Xiaochuan took out the little one from his arms, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "I made this little bird at night. It just hatched. It's a bit ugly. Maybe it will turn into an eagle when it grows up.
I plan to keep it for fun, and by the way, I have to give it a name. Mr. Yang, you read a lot, what do you think would be a better name for it?"
Yang Ling'er rolled her eyes. The bird in Ye Xiaochuan's hand was too ugly and rustic. What was the use of raising such a bird?
So, she said: "This bird is so earthy, just call it little earth."
Ye Xiaochuan immediately shook his head and said: "No, no, I know an old monkey in Cangyun Mountain. His name is Xiaotu. This bird is covered in yellow down, just like gold. Ah, yes, its
The name is Wangcai!"
Yang Ling'er almost fainted. She really couldn't figure out the direct and inevitable connection between the yellow fluff and the name Wangcai.
"You can call it whatever you like. I'm leaving. You can say goodbye to Baili and Jise for me."
Ye Xiaochuan liked the name Wangcai more and more. He was teasing Wangcai. He waved to Yang Ling'er like a fly and said: "Let's go, let's go. We will leave Fenghuang Mountain after dawn. If the mountains don't change, the water will change."
Let’s meet again on Broken Sky Cliff in a few months. If I meet you in the ring then, please don’t blame me for being ruthless and beating you until you are full of teeth.”
Yang Ling'er raised her middle finger to Ye Xiaochuan. In the past, she would never do anything that would harm her status as a saint. In the past few months, when she was with Ye Xiaochuan and others, raising her middle finger was no violation.
Then, Yang Ling'er turned her head and glanced at the cave and the familiar valley, which turned into a ray of green light and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
The next day, Baili Yuan was not surprised by Yang Ling'er leaving without saying goodbye. The two of them lived in a stone room. When Yang Ling'er left quietly last night, how could he escape from her eyes and ears.
On the contrary, Jiese didn't see Yang Ling'er early in the morning and looked around for a while.
When Ye Xiaochuan saw this, he said: "Stop looking for him. Mr. Yang left on his own before dawn. Who does he think he is? He behaves like a woman. Do you think he will cry when we break up?"
Jiese opened his mouth, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say. He really wanted to see what Ye Xiaochuan's expression would be like when he learned Yang Ling'er's true identity when he arrived at Duantian Cliff.
Ye Xiaochuan showed off his wealth everywhere, and first showed it to Jiese, who only said one word, "ugly". This provoked Ye Xiaochuan to accuse Jiese of not only having aesthetic problems, but also psychological problems.
Then he showed it to Bailiyuan, who was not as ugly as Finance Minister Wangcai. He looked up and down and left and right at Wangcai squatting above Ye Xiaochuan's head, and said three words: It's disgusting.
When one person said Wang Cai Chou, Ye Xiaochuan felt that that person was probably deceiving him. But when everyone said Wang Cai Chou, Ye Xiaochuan had to raise his middle finger to everyone, feeling that the whole world was deceiving him.
Starting last night, he also felt that Wangcai was ugly and disgusting, but now the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was good, but the hair was fluffy and tawny, and it seemed like a piece of shit.
At the same time, about eight hundred miles northwest of Phoenix, there is a small lake. To the south of the lake is a rolling mountain forest, lush and green. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the branches and leaves on the trees have not yet turned yellow.
Deep in the woods, there are two small thatched houses that have been built here for who knows how many years.
In a thatched house, there are long wooden tables with a guqin placed on the table. Yun Qiyou, dressed in white, sits cross-legged on one side of the table, and on the other side, sits an old man with white beard and hair.
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This old man turned out to be Yun Yazi.
Yun Yazi looked at Yun Qiyou in front of him with joy. He had been obsessed with cultivation and swordsmanship all his life, and had not accepted any disciples. Meeting Yun Qiyou in his later years was the most proud thing in his life.
However, until now, Yun Yazi has not accepted Yun Qiyou as his disciple. There is a big difference in seniority. If Yun Yazi really accepts Yun Qiyou as his disciple, how will Master Jingshui, who is far away from Cangyun Sect, deal with herself? Should she be called Yun Qiyou?
Junior Sister You, you should still call her disciple.
Not to mention, there are many young people in this generation of Cangyun Sect. If every young disciple calls Yun Qiyou uncle, the scene will be chaotic.
Yun Yazi has been traveling around the world for hundreds of years and is used to being lazy. He doesn't want to be tied down or worried about anything. The situation in front of him is what he is most happy to see.
Isn’t it beautiful to have a heir to your cultivation without any ties?
He said slowly: "For more than four months, I have taught you everything I have learned in my life. I have nothing left to teach you. You can go."
Yun Qiyou said: "Thank you to my uncle for teaching me the supreme magic. At this moment, the world's heroes are gathering at Tianshan Mountain, and my uncle, the master, will also go there. Why don't you go with me, my uncle?"
Yun Yazi shook his head with a smile and said: "I'm old and can't walk anymore. I just want to walk around more in the remaining years. I can see more of this glitzy world instead of going to Duantian Cliff to see those beating people.
Killing is much more pleasurable. Now that your cultivation level is already very high, at the eighth level of spiritual silence, combined with the dust-cutting magic weapon in your hand, I am afraid that no one among the younger generation of disciples in the world can be your opponent.
.You have to remember that if you want to understand the three levels of swordsmanship, you must see through reincarnation, see through life, see through the essence of the sword, and see through the avenue of the universe. Your future path is not about how high your attainments are on the Yin-Yang, Qiankun, Dao, but how high you are.
In Xuanjin Sword Intention, there is also a sound rhythm. Now that you have achieved some success in Xuanjin Sword Intention, you have also entered the sound rhythm. You need to practice more in the future. In ten years, you will be able to understand the mystery of the sound rhythm. By then you may
It can activate the most powerful power of the demon-suppressing guqin."