The woman's face flashed with blush, and she said helplessly: "Yes! Maybe you touched me all the time, now it's my turn to touch you!"
As she spoke, the woman's hands moved back and forth on Ning Binning's body. Ning Binning was most afraid of tickling, which made Ning Binning giggle and beg for mercy.
After playing around for several moments, the two of them let go. After just a moment, they were both dripping with sweat, and a virgin body fragrance floated in the carriage.
"Sister Shaolan, your cultivation speed has been getting faster and faster recently, and you are about to catch up with me!" Ning Binning raised the corners of her mouth and wiped the scent from her forehead.
Hearing this, the woman shook her head, wiped the fragrance from her forehead, and said softly: "It's just a fake Lingzong realm. The fake Lingzong realm and the Lingzong realm are as different as heaven and earth!"
"Hehe, sister Shaolan, your master is so kind to you, and with your extraordinary talent, you can enter the Lingzong realm in just a few years!" Ning Binning chuckled, looking extremely happy.
The Shaolan sister in front of me is actually Ye Shaolan, who went to the Moon Temple. With the Moon God Token given by Ning Binning, Ye Shaolan became an inner disciple of the Moon Temple, and was even accepted as a disciple by a Spirit Emperor realm warrior.
Ye Shaolan was only a spiritual master realm warrior at the beginning, but now he is a fake spirit sect realm warrior. This cultivation progress alone is enough to illustrate the extraordinary power of the Moon Temple.
However, Ye Shaolan knew that it was all the fault of his master for his current cultivation level.
"Uncle Long Ye borrowed all the Wheel Soul Pearls last time. This shows how much Master Long Ye loves you, Sister Shaolan!" Ning Bingning raised the corner of her mouth. The Wheel Soul Pearls contain the original power.
Best used to understand the origin.
Seeing Ning Binning mention this matter, Ye Shaolan couldn't help but picture a gentle and elegant middle-aged man, Long Ye, an elder of the Moon Temple and a spiritual emperor realm warrior.
"Yes! It was all carefully cultivated by the master, otherwise I would still be wandering on the edge of the Spirit Emperor Realm!" Ye Shaolan is always grateful for his master.
"Only when your cultivation level is strong can you keep up with him!" At this moment, Ye Shaolan could not help but see a thin figure in his eyes. After more than a year, he should be stronger and should be at the second level of Lingzong.
Taking out a jade stone from her sleeve, Ning Bingning stared at it for a few moments and smiled softly: "We are finally going to Wan Yu Sword Sect. After sending it to this sword post, we can also return to the palace!"
"Sister Shaolan, you will soon be able to meet your most respected Master Long Ye!" After a pause, Ning Binning couldn't help but joked, and she emphasized the word "respect" very hard.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan glared at Ning Binning angrily, but Ning Binning became more enthusiastic and joked: "Sister Shaolan, do you really just respect Master Long Ye? I think you have fallen in love with Master Long Ye.
Bob? Cack!"
"It's time to beat me again!" Although Ye Shaolan said this, there was still a trace of inexplicable shyness and helplessness in his eyes.
"Oh, pity my senior brother An Ye, he still chases Sister Shaolan stupidly!" As she said that, Ning Binning laughed herself: "The miserable senior brother An Ye came with us all the way to deliver the sword card, but,
After sending the sword post to Wan Yu Sword Sect this time, Senior Brother An Ye will have no chance to get close to Sister Shaolan, alas, my poor Senior Brother An Ye!"
The dragon and horse galloped, and the carriage turned into a stream of light and rushed towards where Wan Yu Sword Sect was.
Wan Yu Sword Sect, a second-rate top sect, controls ten empires.
Controlling an area of tens of thousands of miles, Wan Yu Sword Sect has thirteen spiritual master level warriors, including six second level spiritual master warriors.
It is even said that the Wan Yu Sword Sect has Level 3 Spirit Master warriors, but in retreat to attack the Spirit Emperor realm, as long as they advance to the Spirit Emperor realm, the Wan Yu Sword Sect will advance to a first-class sect.
A first-rate sect controls twenty empires, and its resources are dozens of times that of a second-rate sect. It is precisely because of this that so many second-rate sects are eager to advance to become first-rate sects.
Tianyu Peak, this peak is thousands of meters high and is thousands of miles away from Wanyu Sword Sect. However, this peak represents the boundary mark controlled by Wanyu Sword Sect. After Tianyu Peak, it is the area controlled by Wanyu Sword Sect.
Thousands of meters of peak towering into the sky, its solitary bird passing under the peak, leaving behind a series of wailing sounds, miserable and desolate.
Gu Hong couldn't fly to Tianyu Peak, which shows how high Tianyu Peak is.
On top of Tianyu Peak, several ice sculptures stood on the peak like rocks. The ice was crystal clear and you could see directly through the ice, and there were some figures of people inside.
These people were obviously sealed by snow and ice, and the cold wind struck the ice sculptures with terrifying force.
Endless cold air permeates the surroundings. It's not cold at high places, but the temperature here is even lower.
Crack! Several people who were frozen in the ice opened their eyes in vain. Its terrifying force spread, and cracks filled the ice. The cold wind blew, and the ice broke apart, turning into ice cubes and scattering all over the ground.
The weak light fell on these figures, and they were clearly Qing Jue and others.
Frost emerged from the eyelashes, and Qing Jue and the others did not move. Their eyes never moved away, always falling on the ice sculpture at the edge of the mountain.
"Five generations!" Qing Jue murmured softly, with a hint of worry in his eyes. After the battle at Tianji Pavilion, Ye Shaohan's remaining injuries over the past few decades completely exploded and he became extremely weak.
Three days ago, they rushed to Tianyu Peak, and Ye Shaohan went directly to Tianyu Peak to practice and heal.
Nearly three hundred battles not only reflected Ye Shaohan's madness, but also shocked Qing Jue and others. To this day, they somewhat understand why Ye Shaohan can achieve such a level of cultivation at such a young age.
"This is the first time I've been touched by the madness of the sect leader!" Wu Ling whispered, his persistence in cultivation was not enough.
Closing their eyes, Chu Ge and others couldn't help but see the extremely bright sword light and the persistent sword light in front of their eyes.
After hundreds of battles, they have never been defeated. Thinking of this, Wu Ling and others felt excited. Only the sect leader in front of them could create such a legend.
The snowflakes fell slantingly on the ice sculpture, and a touch of the most magical snow lotus bloomed in vain beside the ice sculpture. After the flowers bloomed, I admired the solitary fragrance of the blooming flowers and stood in the wind.
On the solitary peak that reaches straight into the sky, a snow lotus blooms alone. This is a kind of loneliness. However, heights are meant to be lonely.
Isn't it the same on the journey of martial arts? The setting sun parted the clouds, and the afterglow fell on the ice sculpture. The cold air dispersed, and the ice sculpture melted silently. A white dress like snow emerged and stood facing the wind.
Snow lotus, white clothes, and snowflakes are cleverly combined together to form a beautiful picture.
There was no killing intent, no sword intent, just long hair flying in the wind. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and looked at the snow lotus standing in the wind beside him, and raised the corner of his mouth: "You also know how to be lonely!"
Maybe next spring, Tianyu Peak will be covered with delicate flowers, and no one remembers that there was once a snow lotus that spent the whole winter and disappeared in the drizzle of spring.
"At least it once existed. This is loneliness that no one understands. You don't understand me, and I don't understand you!" As he spoke, Ye Shaohan suddenly chuckled.
Thousands of sword skills are evolving in Ye Shaohan's mind, and each sword skill evolves into a sword intention, and thousands of sword intentions merge into one! Closing his eyes again, Ye Shaohan stood in front of the cliff like this.
I remember a long time ago, I used the snow as my companion and danced with my sword in the snow! That was a long time ago. At that time, I didn’t understand the meaning of the sword, I really didn’t.
Now I don’t know if I understand. At least, those sword intentions have left a mark on my heart. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, and the surrounding snowflakes were spinning strangely around Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan just stood there indifferently, motionless.
.
"Eighty percent sword intent!" A flash of light like daylight flashed across the sky, and the setting sun was obscured by the steady stream of dark clouds.
Ye Shaohan raised the Qilin Sword and stabbed it out lightly. This extremely simple sword contained thousands of sword skills. At least, Qing Jue and others saw many shadows of sword skills in it.
With a light stroke of the sword, the sword fell, and the electric light disappeared into the clouds in vain, but Ye Shaohan chuckled. No one understood his smile, at least, Qingjue and the others did not.
"Who did you learn your sword from?" Ye Shaohan suddenly said. This sentence seemed like he was talking to himself, but in fact he was asking Qing Jue and others.
Hearing this, Qing Jue and the others looked at each other, and finally Qing Jue said: "Learn from the elders, and the elders teach the younger generations swordsmanship!"
"There is no swordsmanship in this world, so why should others teach it? Where did the swordsmanship of our ancestors come from?" Ye Shaohan suddenly remembered the second generation. He was a proud man with no friends and no restraints. He was the only one who respected everything. His sword was
Overbearing.
"I may understand the sword intention of a generation, or I may not understand it!" Ye Shaohan grabbed the falling snowflakes and fought hundreds of battles in succession. After each battle, he recalled the sword intention of the generation, and gradually understood the sword intention of the generation.
Why is there such a sword intention?
At least, Ye Shaohan understood a hint of the charm in the sword intention of a generation, the loneliness of a generation, and the countless sword skills of the God of War, all of which evolved from the sword skills of a generation.
The desolate and almost suffocating loneliness is the sword intention of a generation. A person's world has no friends and no opponents. How sad and lonely it is!
"Ninety percent sword intent!" Ye Shaohan raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled. The realization only lasted a moment. He had also experienced that kind of loneliness, and he is also experiencing this kind of loneliness now.
Entering the world of selflessness, the whole world is scarlet, and only you are dressed in white. This is a loneliness that no one understands.
"Next is the Wan Yu Sword Sect, right?" Ye Shaohan spoke again, gathering his thoughts, and his eyes drifted to the sky with the wind.
"The area within Tianyu Peak is the area controlled by Wanyu Sword Sect. Wanyu Sword Sect has thirteen spiritual masters, including six second-level spiritual masters." Qing Jue whispered, looking at the figure in front of him, Qing Jue whispered.
There was a sense of trance, as if this figure had existed between heaven and earth since ancient times. In Ye Shaohan, he felt a loneliness that was almost suffocating. Is Wu Dai very lonely?
"The man who lived for the sword and died with the sword in his hand!" Ye Shaohan didn't hear clearly what Jue said. Maybe he did but selectively forgot it.
"Let's go!" Ye Shaohan's figure gradually blurred, and finally dissipated in the westerly wind. On the thousands-meter peak, an afterimage fell, and finally disappeared in the wind and snow.