Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed - Chapter 139

Ji Xiao shook his head and joked with him: “Can you sell it? Get the” Hengtong Juyuan “, people think it is fake.”

Meng Xueli said, “Oh,” “Yes, according to today’s quotes, the paintings and calligraphy of Master Bibifeng is the” Genuine Sword “, how can I prove that” you are you “?”

Speaking of which, Meng Xueli suddenly thought that he and Ji Xiao had been away from the human world for some time. Although they have made arrangements for Hanshan, it is difficult to cover everything, and I don’t know the current situation of Hanshan. What happened to the master and the masters of the peaks, how did Yu Qishu’s swordsmanship practice, have you quarreled with Qian Yu again … even remembered the young disciples who met in the Hanhai Secret Realm, and once fought against each other, and later fought side by side Remember his advice and practice well.

He missed the world a bit, and missed the peach blossoms, mice and koi of Changchun Peak. The demon world is no longer his familiar demon world, he has the same spirit with Lingshan, leaving only grudges. On the concern in my heart, it turned out that there are more people in the world, and his hometown became his hometown.

Ji Xiao seemed to know his feelings and took the wooden comb to comb the hair of the buddies.

Instead, Meng Xueli let Ji Xiao sit down and stood by herself: “I’m coming.”

Ji Xiao was a little surprised: “Will you?”

Meng Xueli asked back: “What’s the problem?”

At this time, the morning sun was rising, the light was bright, and the pair of people in the mirror were clear. The birds outside the bamboo house reported early, the insects were chirping, the bamboo sea was facing the wind, the waves were rolling, and the atmosphere was good.

Meng Xueli has never served others. He holds a “tired of rain” wooden comb and picks up the hair of Ji Xiao, which is smooth and cascading like a waterfall. . In the end, she wore a hair band for Ji Xiao, and it was also crooked and frizzy, which was very different from the other person’s usual dignified and high image.

Meng Xueli put away the “raininess” and had to admit his fate: “Combing hair is also a matter of knowledge, and it is difficult to get started with simple things.” If Ji Xiao was rusty at that time, he could only blow hair every day into a funny mink ball.

Ji Xiao: “Practice makes perfect, we still have a lot of time.”

When Meng Xueli was discouraged, he had to untie Ji Xiao’s hair band: “We cultivators, we don’t have to be so troublesome, we still use the recipe …”

Ji Xiao stopped him: “No, I think it’s excellent.”

Chichu and Feiyu got drunk last night, woke up in the morning and bathed in the morning sun, and felt comfortable.

Chichu said to himself: “I have made new friends and started a new life with new goals.”

Feiyu was about to answer, and suddenly Ji Xiao walked out of the bamboo tower, looked at him carefully, and was startled. He whispered, “The real person was caught by a bird ?!”

Bi You was even more horrified. He was used to nesting above Ruan Hui’s head, and pulled Ruan Hui’s ears. Did he get drunk last night and scratched Ji Xiaozhen’s head?

But seeing Meng Xueli approaching with Ji Xiao, he asked implicitly with expectation: “Look, how do I comb?”

Chichu, Feiyu, and other monsters are the most biting monsters in the demon world. Bodhisattva can scold fire, and mud can blow out lotus. The two monsters looked at Ji Xiao’s look and admired:

“The king combed his hair ingeniously, was not out of the ordinary, and became a style of his own. It was more real and chic, and he was not afraid of worldly vision.”

“Another way, ingenuity, seemingly messy, but in fact chaotic and orderly, has reached the realm of freehand brushwork, with a trace of calmness in the Merry, a trace of playfulness in the calm!”

Ruan Hui and Bi You were stunned, and they said this was the gap between the big demon and the half demon?

Meng Xueli’s cheeks were reddish, and he didn’t dare to take credit: “It’s my buddy who has a good appearance and looks good on everything.”

He was in a good mood, and let the companions hold his hand and led him to the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ji Xiao: “Here is a strong aura, and I will teach you to identify the aura line today.”

Meng Xueli remembered the picture in the book case, nodded, and calmed down with the dictation Ji Jixiao recited.

He knew that Ji Xiao was going to give a lecture, just like in Changchun Peak, he wore a red cloak and turned the window late at night, and Ji Xiao still taught the whole night.

Sure enough, after passing the mantra, Ji Xiao said to him: “In the book” Establishment of Mind “, I taught you a set of daily vomiting methods, which integrates spiritual practice into every action, and walks and sleeps every day. You can learn how to operate the True Element Gain. You have learned well, and now you forget that set of tactics, let go of those heaven and earth auras, and let them work. You only need to release your consciousness to perceive the subtle changes in the surrounding aura, but not absorb them … … “

Meng Xueli: “Is this also a way to temper the consciousness?”

“Yes, imagine you are a bamboo shoot, or a bamboo leaf … Have you seen the thread?”

Meng Xueli meditated in the bamboo forest for half a day. From early morning to noon, the wind blew the leaves down and the flowing clouds gathered. When the true element is not operating, and the aura is absorbed, the trajectory of the aura between heaven and earth seems to be absent.

“can not see.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t see it,” Ji Xiao stood up. “We’re going.”

“where to?”

“Shopping in the city.”

Meng Xueli was slightly surprised. Ji Xiao is not like a kind teacher who students simply leave without contending. He is a strict teacher who wants to talk about what the monks do.

Ji Xiao explained while walking: “General monks have learned this method for at least five or six years. If the talent is good, one or two years may be possible. If you can borrow some luck from the sky, it may be 10 days and half a month … It ’s different.

Meng Xueli smiled: “Right, it’s better to spend time than shopping.”

Ji Xiao: “I also learned slowly at that time, my brother learned faster. He learned everything fast except practicing sword.”

Meng Xueli was not convinced: “How fast can it be?”

He just meditated in the bamboo forest, and a green bamboo leaf was stained in his hair, and he wobbled with him like a dragonfly in the wind.

Ji Xiao felt that the companions were cute and reached out to pick the bamboo leaves lightly: “It’s so fast.”

“what……”

Meng Xueli asked again, his voice stopped suddenly, he understood. Between his sleeves, he took a bamboo leaf.

He couldn’t help feeling depressed: “I don’t want to go shopping.”

Ji Xiao said seriously: “The street still has to be visited.”

Fengyue City’s aura line is very neat and regular, and it is a rare teaching material. Perhaps the planners have a long way to go, but it does not prevent Ji Xiao from teaching locally.

On this day, Meng Xueli and Ji Xiao visited Fengyue City. They didn’t return until the Red House host held a wind dinner.

At first glance, it really seemed like a domineering demon, shopping with a pet assistant. I just go shopping and don’t buy things.

Meng Xueli only saw a line, but as if he saw the new world, his face was radiant.

Ji Xiao understands Meng Xueli’s practice preferences. The Taoist freshness of the human race has passed. Now let him fight with people and fight with monsters. He has a great spiritual head and can play hundreds of tricks with one sword. But if he encounters the subtleties that require patience to study, there is no substantial opponent, he will not slack off, but he is always slower than when fighting.

So Ji Xiao mentioned Hu Woo. Only one sentence is mentioned, such as a little dragonfly, but it is very useful.

At night to feast, the Red House host took the opportunity to talk to Chichu and Feiyu. Originally, he planned to do both hard and soft, and asked the Kunshan King for these two beauties.

The story of the Red Mansion hasn’t started yet. Chichu and Feiyu took the initiative to take the initiative. They also agreed to visit Liuli Lake on the eve of the Wanxian Conference.

Meng Xueli persuaded: “I lied to him that Lingshan likes a pure male demon, so he has already reported it …”

Chichu laughed: “If he doesn’t move his heart, he just swims in the lake.”

Meng Xueli looked at the red landlord with sympathy. The latter did not understand it, thinking it was a friendship of “demonstration and sympathy”. The host and the host enjoyed a meal.

In the next few days, Meng Xueli, under the guidance of the Taoist companions, continued to watch the aura line and temper his consciousness. Mirage borrows the bamboo forest’s rich aura to practice day and night, and the breath becomes peach blossom green bamboo smell. At Changchun Peak, Yu Qishu once said that Dao Li, who was born in sorrow and died in peace, urged him to practice. He still happily sleeps in the dormouse every day. He wouldn’t be more diligent. Who would have thought of changing the face once and becoming the most diligent demon.

This kind of hard work is very contagious, just like the worst student in the class reading at night, hanging beams. Chichu and Feiyu were deeply touched, and no longer roasted fish and drank, and turned to Ji Xiao for questions about cultivation. Militant demon tribes are seldom willing to calm down and practice. In general, half rely on blood talent and half rely on life and death. At this time, there was a strong aura in Zhuliguan, a healing remedy, and a saint’s guidance. The two demons not only cultivated the dark wounds left by the town demon tower, but also improved their demon power.

Bi You and Ruan Hui also asked the big demon for combat techniques. The fox taught rabbits and the white crane taught kingfishers.

Meng Xueli quipped Ji Xiao: “You teach sword in Hanshan Lun Fa Temple, you teach monks of various schools in the Central City of the Hanhai Secret Realm. He also taught sea larvae, spirit mink, mirage, and now he taught the fox and white crane. , Swimming in the water that is born flying, there is nothing you ca n’t teach, what is this? “

Ji Xiao thought for a while: “Teaching has no class.”

Meng Xueli: “… makes sense.”

All areas of the demon world, inside and outside Fengyue City, are intensively searching for sin monsters, and the Zhuli Museum has a strong learning atmosphere.

After unlocking the chain, Que Xianming didn’t run for a few days, or even humanoid. He still accompanied the Chunshui and Qiuguang with a demon body to make fun.

Chunshui persuaded: “Without the chain of the realm master, you can run the magic power, and you will naturally lose weight. Dancing is too hard, let’s not go?”

Qiu Guang also said, “” Hong Chen Zui Meng Lou “is noisy and noisy, with enchanting shadows and heavy curtains. If you run around randomly, we may not find it easily.”

Peacock obediently agreed: “Then I will accompany the two sisters and go around the city.”

He really didn’t ask to go dance anymore, and he clearly visited the beautiful scenery of Fengyue City, actually surveying the terrain and looking for opportunities. Once in a bustling market with group demons, he and his two daughters were separated for a moment, and he recovered it himself.

When the two beauties are no longer vigilant, he says he wants to see the “Amazing Mirror”.

The first day Bao Jing got it, it was fine. The next night, the peacock fled with treasure and disappeared.

Under the anxiety of spring water and autumn light, a reward was issued in Fengyue City to seek out the demon.

When Que Xianming was in the Tianhu Great Realm, the human form could only be transformed when he saw the moonlight at night. When he came to the demon world, he was chained to restrain the demon’s power, maintaining the shape of a round peacock without any trace of demon spirit. Therefore, the two women had never seen him in shape, so the reward had to draw a blue-green peacock with a long tail and round belly.

The reward order is full of Fengyue City.

Meng Xueli accidentally saw it, looking at it for a moment: “It’s a bit like a bird.”

Chichu: “You said that Que Xianming is like a pheasant?”

Meng Xueli: “… I don’t mean that, don’t talk nonsense.”

Feiyu had seen Que Xianming’s demon body and wondered: “Where is it like? This is clearly a domesticated bird. Is it so fat to fly?”

Chichu: “You have been a man for a long time, looking blind at the demon. People looking at the same kind of demon look the same.”

Meng Xueli nodded and felt that he was too suspicious and looked at a peacock, and he could see the similarity with the bird.

At the same time, a young man in white who resembled Meng Xue’s Rong three points, but was more pure and pitiful, walked into the “Dust of Dreams”.