"Hey, hey, hey... I clearly agreed that you can only do this if you win the bet." Shen Lang couldn't speak, but his cultivation still existed, so he could still communicate with Lin Xian'er through soul transmission.
"But I didn't say that you have to win before you can do this. Who made me your master?" Lin Xian'er chuckled.
"This may not be too..." Shen Lang was speechless.
"Why are you so aggrieved? I'm doing this for your own good." Lin Xian'er stroked the soft fur of the little rabbit, "Aren't you quite capable? You only experienced the feeling of becoming smaller once before, and you learned how to change.
It's a small magic. Now I am giving you a chance to experience it. Maybe when we return to Qingyun, you will learn the art of transformation."
"What you said...there's really nothing wrong with that." Shen Lang muttered, thinking to himself, Master is indeed a master. He obviously wants to fulfill his wish, but he can still say it so reasonably! This kind of face is unacceptable
Even an expert like Shen Lang can only accept defeat if his heart does not beat.
The Mingyue Sword roared into the air, turning into a streak of light in the air, and ran towards the full moon. Lin Yue'er, holding the little rabbit, looked very much like the beautiful fairy Chang'e in the legend.
However, the fierce howling wind during the high-speed flight was still a bit cold, so poor Shen Lang, who was turned into a little rabbit, could only curl up and try to lean into the fairy's arms to find a softer and more comfortable position to keep warm.
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Then he began to seriously feel the changes in his body, feeling the movement of Lin Xianer's pure spiritual energy in his body, and slowly began to imitate...
The fairy sword was traveling very fast, even if it was carrying two people... well, or there was only one person now, and Shen Lang turned into a little rabbit, the weight was almost negligible. So, the speed along the way
Undoubtedly faster, less than two hours later, when the sky just turned white, they had already arrived in Qingshui County again, whizzing past Heifeng Village.
Two days have passed since the previous battle in Black Wind Village. The old soul-eating demon was dead, and the hills were still covered with the corpses of Demon Sect disciples and righteous monks. Groups of vultures were attracted by the smell of bloody carrion.
, regarded this place as a treasure, and came to grab food one after another.
The so-called righteous path and the devilish path, the so-called good and evil that are incompatible and incompatible, are very likely to be swallowed piece by piece by the same vulture at this moment.
This situation is indeed a bit ironic...
The dead have long since passed away, but the living have already returned home. Those who should go back to Qingyun went back to Qingyun, and those who should go to Lingyun Sect naturally went to Lingyun.
The girl in purple clothes in Lingyun Sect quietly watched the red sun gradually rising in the east as she had for the past four years. Under the warm light of the light red sun, the girl's face was also dyed a warm red color.
But even the brilliance of the sun could not resolve the coldness in the depths of her eyes.
This person is none other than Xue Linglan, who has been separated from Shen Lang for a month. Now she is the most respected true disciple of Lingyun Sect, and there is no one...
"Sister." Xue Qingwu hesitated to speak. Ever since she returned from Black Wind Village, she had been feeling a little uneasy. She didn't know whether it was because she was uneasy because of Shen Lang's death, or because of something else.
She wanted to tell Xue Linglan about Shen Lang, but she was afraid of disturbing her sister's peace of practice. So the strong uneasiness and guilt that Shen Lang's death brought to her could only be suppressed in her heart.
One person bears it alone.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you?" Xue Linglan's voice was calm and calm.
The pensive Xue Qingwu felt the coldness hidden in the indifferent tone, and was suddenly startled.
It wasn't like this before, at least she still remembered that not too long ago, her sister was not like this. The scene when the sun rose every day was not as pure and cold as it is now.
She still remembered that there was always a guy pointing at the rising sun and laughing, "As long as that thing in the sky doesn't explode, we will never be separated..."
She remembered that her sister still had a smile on her face at that time, and all three of them had smiles on their faces.
But since Shen Lang was expelled from Lingyun Sect a month ago, everything began to change.
Xue Linglan has been practicing with great concentration, and her cultivation is progressing at a frightening speed, but she is getting colder and colder. Xue Qingwu is very sure that she has not seen her sister smile for a long time, or even her own sister.
There was more than a little excess emotion on his face.
I don't know if this change is due to practicing that magical skill, or because someone is missing under the warm sun.
"I saw him, and he saved my life." Xue Feiwu finally said this after being silent for a long time.
Perhaps she was expecting to see some other emotions on Xue Linglan's face, so she chose to say this, but she was disappointed.
"I heard about the Black Wind Village." Xue Linglan said without any expression on her face, "He didn't come specifically to save you at that time, so you don't owe him. Besides, he is already dead."
"No, I mean, what if he's not dead?" Xue Feiwu said anxiously: "Last time everyone said he was dead, but isn't he still alive and well? I always feel that there will be a miracle in him.
Will he not die this time? Sister, in fact, between you..."
"Even if he's not dead, what does it have to do with me?" Xue Linglan looked at the rising red sun.
"How come it doesn't matter? Sister, don't you have any feelings for him? If you really don't have any feelings for him, why do you still insist on watching the sunrise at Ling Yunfeng like you did in the past four years when you didn't break up? Don't you watch the sunrise at Ling Yunfeng?
When you came out, did you not recall the good days?" Xue Qingwu continued: "Besides, if he had not died, he would definitely not be a waste, and he would be very good in cultivation."
Xue Linglan looked silently at the red sun that had fallen into the sea of clouds in the distance, but did not explain her true thoughts to Xue Feiwu, but the expression on her face became colder and arrogant.
When ordinary people see the sun high above, they always need to look up, but she is destined to be able to look down, and she can only look down.
Not to mention whether Shen Lang is crippled or dead. Even if Shen Lang is still in the Lingyun Sect, standing in front of her, what can he do? After all, he is an ordinary monk with a little talent and can refine some elixirs.
That’s all.
In the final analysis, everything has been different for a long time, the mortal world is the mortal world, and the Nine Heavens are still in the Nine Heavens.
There was absolutely no way she could have anything to do with that man.
Then, she pulled out a sword, which pulled countless clouds, like clouds above the nine heavens.
The name of the sword is like the clouds in the sky.
It was a divine sword, the sword of her destiny after awakening her bloodline.
The woman who practices swordsmanship in the clouds is like a goddess who is above the nine heavens, so she no longer bothers to look down...