"A Jing!" Ling Yunpo ignored her and just asked Kunlun Jing, "Is what she said true?"
"Otherwise, it can still be fake?" Qing Pingjian said, "Don't you think so, Yaoyao?"
"What the hell is Yaoyao!" Kunlun Jing protested.
"In the Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, there is a mirror on the Yaochi stage. Why do I call you 'Yao Yao'?" Qing Pingjian said with a bright smile.
"According to your way of calling me, I should call you 'Jianjian'." Kunlun Jing rarely complained.
"Okay, although it doesn't sound as good as Qingping's, it's no problem." Qingping Jian said nonchalantly.
Seeing that Kunlun Jing did not refute, Ling Yunpo asked again:
"Qingping, what is your rank? What are your attributes? What are your Taoist methods?"
"Rank?" Qing Pingjian asked in surprise, "Isn't it a fairy sword?"
"The Tiangan sword-making technique only became popular eight thousand years ago. According to that calculation, you should be considered to be at the tenth level now." Kunlun Mirror reminded.
"Then I am the tenth-level flying sword." Qingping Jian also adapted quickly, "As for the five elements attribute, it is actually 'Tianhe water'."
"The Five Elements of Nayin are no longer popular now." Kunlun Jing said again, "You just need to say that the Five Elements belong to water."
"Oh, it's the tenth level water flying sword." Qing Pingjian followed Shan Ruliu, "As for the Taoism, we will keep it secret for now."
"What does temporary confidentiality mean?" Ling Yunpo said dissatisfiedly, "You are my flying sword, how can you keep it secret from me?"
"This little brother," Qing Pingjian reminded him, "I am not your flying sword. I am just playing with you because I am bored."
Ling Yunpo:?
He turned around and asked Kunlun Jing:
"A Jing, it's not too late to throw this cheap maid back into the sword pool and replace her with a serious flying sword, right?"
"Of course." Kunlun Jing said, "And I strongly recommend you do this. She is not an easy subject to tame."
"Okay." Ling Yunpo went out directly.
"Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!" Qing Pingjian wailed quickly, "I was just joking. I've already promised you my life, how can I betray the sword master so easily?"
"Give you another chance, whose flying sword are you?" Ling Yunpo asked coldly.
"It's yours, it's yours, okay?" Qing Pingjian said in a coaxing tone, "Both Yaoyao and I belong to the sword master~"
"Don't drag me into this." Kunlun Jing, who was watching a show, expressed dissatisfaction.
"Continue talking about the Dharma." Ling Yunpo interrupted them.
"As for Taoism, you can't use most of it." Qingping Jian pretended to say "huh" for a while, "How about you play with this?"
"This method is called 'Blue Mist Covering the Cangluan Mountains', which turns the water essence into a heavy fog that spreads for thousands of miles. When the enemy is in it, his six senses are blocked, his body is sluggish, and the power of all non-water spells is greatly reduced."
"When activating it, you only need to recite the incantation 'Yunyu misty, smoke and mirage'. You can recite it aloud or silently."
"Okay." Ling Yunpo nodded and said, "I'll try it first. If it doesn't work, go back to Jianchi!"
"No!" Qing Pingjian began to moan, "I don't want to leave the sword master, so the sword master can't give me a little trust? As long as the sword master becomes stronger, I will also provide more and more
What a useful Taoist method!"
"Qingping." Ling Yunpo said ruthlessly, "You have to remember that you didn't choose me, but I chose you."
"It's not that the weak trust the strong and choose to follow him, but because the strong is more superior to the weak, so the weak have to follow him."
"Followers who are too weak will only be thrown far behind by the strong, unable to follow. This is the same whether it is you or me."
Qingping Sword:………………
"If you don't want to be unable to keep up with me, then work hard to become stronger." Ling Yunpo finally said and walked out.
"Yao Yao, I started to like him." Qing Pingjian did not answer, but avoided Ling Yunpo's consciousness and quietly said to Kunlun Jing, "What should I do? This is the first time I have met such an interesting sword master.
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"Are you going to turn into a human body and fall in love with him?" Kunlun Jing asked.
"No, no, no, it's boring to be a human being, it's more fun to be a sword." Qing Pingjian shook his head and said.
Ling Yunpo ignored their slander and simply left the Taoist temple and came to the open space outside, raising his sword with one hand.
The spiritual consciousness interacted with the sword spirit, and the Qingping sword floated in the air, trembling slightly.
"The fog is misty, the smoke is like a mirage." Ling Yunpo recited loudly.
In an instant, the boundless fog gushes out of the air and instantly covers the surrounding open space.
Ling Yunpo glanced around and found that everything he looked around was completely white, like endless snowflakes on an old-fashioned TV screen that couldn't receive a signal.
With your hands outstretched, you can't see anything, and your ears can't hear the voices. This thick fog seems to have absorbed all the colors and sounds, leaving only pure and quiet white between the sky and the earth.
His body seemed to become heavier. Ling Yunpo looked down and realized that the clothes on his body had become soaked without knowing it.
Moisture dripped along the corners of his clothes. Ling Yunpo tried to mobilize his spiritual consciousness and move the sea of qi, but found that his spiritual consciousness was blocked less than half a meter away from his body, and the movement of his true qi also became stagnant.
He connected Qi Ji to the Qingping Sword again, and the weight on his body suddenly lightened, and his spiritual consciousness spread along the fog without any hindrance.
In this thick fog, every tiny drop of water can become part of the extension of his spiritual consciousness.
Ling Yunpo stopped the circulation of his true energy, cleared away the thick fog around him, then put away the Qingping Sword, then found a place to sit in the shade of a tree, and began to wait for Senior Sister An to return from outside.
At the same time, I am also thinking about how to use this sword method to build a flexible combat system.
For example, during a sword duel with a fellow Shushan sect, the fog rose and obscured the opponent's perception, and then he used the Qingping Sword to perform an honest backstab.
Well, the thinking is still a bit conservative.
Since the dense fog suppresses the opponent's consciousness, the opponent will definitely withdraw the flying sword to his side and wait for it.
For example, I brought two swords, deliberately threw the flying sword at the opponent from the front, and at the same time controlled the Qingping sword to stab the opponent in the back.
If the enemy reacts quickly enough and blocks the sword thrown from the front, he will definitely miss the back stab from behind...
Just as he was thinking this, Ling Yunpo suddenly raised his head and saw a strange, short and fat boy descending on Qingluo Peak with the light of his sword.
"Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling?" The other party looked over.
"Exactly, I wonder who you are?" Ling Yunpo asked, cupping his hands.
"Lou Zhizheng." The short, fat boy's eyes turned and fell on the Qingping sword behind him.
"Wow! This man's eyes are so disgusting!" Qing Pingjian shouted in his mind, "Hide me quickly! I don't want him to see me!"
"Is Senior Sister An here?" Lou Zhizheng asked in confirmation.
"She's out." Ling Yunpo said calmly, "Senior brother, you can come in and sit for a while, waiting for senior sister to return."
"No need." Lou Zhizheng raised his chin and said with a sneer in an unruly and somewhat regretful tone: