Hearing the gray cry, Yang Wu pushed open the window and looked at the mountain road in the distance, and sure enough, he saw Su Rong's figure.
When Ash saw that she had opened the window, she stopped screaming and continued to lick her hair in the yard.
Yang Wu was so excited by the cold outside the window that he sneezed, and hurriedly closed the window.
The woods outside the bamboo hut have fallen a lot of yellow leaves, and the chill outside the house is already in full swing.
But because of the formation, the house is always warm as spring.
Yang Wu's physique is now very healthy and strong, and he has never been sick since he came here.
It's just that she has just finished taking a morning bath, and her hair is still wet, and she can't blow cold wind.
Su Rong's feet were fast, and after a while, she arrived outside the hospital and shouted, "Yang Ji Yang Ji" Yang Wu pushed open the window again, and covered his wet hair with a large bath towel to keep out the cold.
"Come in, it's closed."
She said, "My hair is wet." ” "You take a bath early in the morning" Su Rong didn't enter the house, walked under the window, looked up and said, "Daojun called you." ” "Now," Yang Wu said strangely, "Did he say anything?"
How could Dao Jun tell her even if he had something, Su Rong muttered in her heart.
Shaking his head, he said, "No."
He said: "But just now, Da Luofeng's senior brother came over, as if he had sent something, and Daojun called you over." ” "Da Luo Feng Refinery Division" "yes."
"Good.
You help me talk to Daojun, and I'll dry my hair and go over. ” Called Daojun to wait for her Su Rong opened her mouth, and finally said nothing.
It's a wind wolf again, and it's a flying line pavilion, Su Rong is not stupid, obviously Yang Ji is now favored by Daojun.
She grew up in the inner house, and she saw a lot at a young age, and she understood it very well.
She answered, turned around and went back to Daojun.
Daojun really didn't get angry at all.
Although the tone of conversation with her has always been calm and unwavering, Su Rong is a sensitive and delicate girl after all, and she can still detect that the other party is in a good mood.
"It's cold outside, Yang Ji is a mortal after all, I'm afraid I'll get cold if I have wet hair" Although she was envious in her heart, Yang Wu now had a good relationship with her, and she still took the initiative to draw two more strokes for her.
Not to mention Daojun, it's her, and when the snow falls in winter, she can wear a jacket at most.
The change in temperature didn't have a big impact on them as cultivators, at most they were comfortable or uncomfortable.
Daojun grew up in the sect since he was a child, and he almost never had much contact with mortals, so I'm afraid he couldn't think of this at all.
"That's right.
Okay, there you go.
Chong Xin bowed.
When Su Rong retreated, there was no figure of him in the cave in a blink of an eye.
The black boots stepped on the dead leaves, making a small cracking sound, and Chong Xin stood outside the fence looking at Yang Wu's bamboo house.
It had always been him who had called her away, and when he thought about it, it was the first time he had come down to see her.
He pushed away the hidden wood and walked under her window.
The plot of some of the little scripts I read when I was young suddenly flashed through my mind.
The head of the family often went into retreat, from a few months to several years.
Although the senior brother loves him, he really has no time to take care of him because his life is approaching.
More often, he lives in Senior Brother Chongyu's Zhanyun Peak or Senior Sister Chonglin's Guanbi Peak.
Senior Brother Chongyu has a lot of books, too many, so many that Senior Brother is too lazy to classify them, so they are all collected there at will.
In many books, there are occasionally some mortal tales mixed in.
Miss had a private meeting in the back garden, and she was the champion among the scholars who were killed.
Lover's private meeting, in the middle of the moon garden, under the wall and window.
The scholar waited all night under the window to see the young lady, and became sick from the cold, and when he returned, he couldn't get up, and soon died.
When he read it, he felt incomprehensible, why he had to wait all night for those mortal scripts, it was too bloody.
The window suddenly opened, and the warmth and moisture in the room, as well as the familiar smell of her body, came to his face.
The woman's face was pure and fair, and when she saw him, she was slightly stunned at first.
Immediately after, the dark and clear eyes bent into a crescent moon.
In the cold of late autumn, her smile was as soft as a flower.
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"Sounds like someone, why did you come down," she asked, leaning on the lattice, smiling.
Chong Xin was silent, staring intently at the smile between her eyebrows.
She leaned over: "Daojun" had long hair hanging down, still wet.
Chong Xin suddenly reached out and grabbed a bundle of her wet hair.
The breeze passed, and my hair dried.
"Wear thick and come out, there's something for you to see."
He smiled.
Yang Wu said, "Okay, wait for me."
Then he closed the window.
This bamboo house, more than two months ago, Chong Xin once went in.
It's not unusual, it's just a room.
But at that time, Yang Wu was not there.
Now that Yang Wu is in this house, this house seems to be suddenly different.
The youngest Dao Monarch of the Changtian Sect looked at the closed window, and suddenly understood the scholar in the story.
Yang Wu came out quickly.
Although the weather was cold, she wore a feather satin woven from the tail feathers of a fire raccoon, which was warm and a thin layer to keep out the cold.
The belt is cinched at the waist and is as light and slender as it is in summer.
The long blue hair was braided haphazardly and hung down on one shoulder.
Ling Chongxin frowned slightly.
Although she is only a sixteen-year-old girl, she is already a man with a man, how can she still comb such a boudoir hairstyle I'll have to talk about her later, he thought.
But today he came to make her happy, don't disturb her interest yet, and wait until she gets back And Yang Wu, since he came out of the room, he stared at the things in Chong Xin's hand.
When she spoke to him through the window just now, his hand was still empty.
Now she came out, but he had a knife in his hand.
The blade is wide and the handle is long.
If you ask a person who doesn't know how to use a knife, he can only say that it is "a very big knife".
Yang Wu knew at a glance that it was a two-handed knife.
The blade is longer than a normal single blade, and the handle is almost half the length of the blade.
Compared to the usual two-handed knives with a narrow blade, the blade of this knife is wider than that of a normal single blade.
Through the scabbard, you can feel the majesty of being restrained.
"Daojun, this is" Yang Wu stared at the knife in Chong Xin's hand, and had a guess in his heart.
Chong Xin smiled and raised the knife in front of her: "See for yourself." ” Yang Wu took the knife, and his hand was heavy, heavier than the mortal soldiers that Xu Shoutuo brought her.
She grasped the scabbard with her left hand and the hilt with her right hand, holding her breath as she slowly pulled out the blade She had seen Zhou Ji's sword.
Zhou Ji's sword was given to Chong Yu when he took him in as a disciple.
The sword body was as bright as a pool of autumn water, and when Zhou Ji's imperial sword flew through the sky, it was like a rainbow light.
She had also seen Chong Xin's sword.
Chong Xin's sword body is very wide, and the whole body is jet black.
She hadn't seen him swing the sword, but she felt that the sword seemed to be able to collect all the light in it, and it seemed to be able to break through the night.
And when Yang Wu held his breath and slowly pulled out this knife, the meaning of Senhan was invisible.
Yang Wu threw away the scabbard, staggered his hands and grasped the hilt, the blade rushed up and crossed in front of him, looking at the knife intently.
It was a green knife, emerald green throughout, only the blade resembled a touch of snow.
If it weren't for the sound of the metal warehouse when the blade was out of the body, Yang Wu would have thought that it was carved out of jadeite.
She erected her sword in front of her.
Half a foot away, you can feel the faint chill emanating from the blade on your cheeks.
What's even more peculiar is that in addition to the chill, there is also a faint sense of water A green shadow with a sense of water swept by, and Yang Wu turned around.
She swung her knife so fast that it looked like an emerald green python was wrapped around her slender figure.
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On the ground, the green python pounced out, and the clatter sound was endless, and when Yang Wu's knife momentum was exhausted, half of the bamboo fence had been flattened.
The fracture is neat and smooth, and you can imagine the swiftness and sharpness of the knife.
"Daojun" Yang Wu put away the knife and looked at Chong Xin with anticipation in his eyes.
"For you."
Chong Xin smiled, the expectation in her eyes made him happy.
"That magic knife is not for decades, and the ghast is difficult to cross, so you really can't use it.
So I will have a new one for you. ” He didn't ask, "Do you like it?"
because he had seen the light in her eyes.
When she first saw Gray, her eyes were so bright that people liked them.
From that time on, he longed to see the joy in his eyes often.
I gave her this knife, and I really sent it right.
Therefore, the master of Lianyang Peak deigned to be noble, and Yang Wu, who came down from the peak, was here to give her a gift, smiled at the corner of his mouth, threw himself into Chong Xin's arms, hugged his neck, and pecked him on the lips several times.
When a man gives a gift to a woman, he does so for a smile.
Yang Wu has received too many gifts in his life, and he knows the essence of this place.
Obviously, Jindan Daojun is also very popular with this set.
Under the sun, the young man's eyebrows and eyes also became crooked, as if he suddenly had the vitality of a young man.
Yang Wu tiptoed, put his arms around his neck, and gnawed his lips.
Looking at his eyebrows and eyes in the sun, I especially like the way he looks now.
Like an ordinary, healthy and lively boy, not the expressionless, high-minded Lord of the Refining Yang Peak.
"What are you looking at," Chong Xin asked, pinching her chin.
Looking at the red lips, I couldn't help but bow my head and lick it gently.
"Daojun's complexion is much better than before."
Yang Wu leaned into his arms and looked up at him.
It's not a lie, Chong Xin's complexion is indeed much better than when she first came.
She remembered that his skin was fair and there was a sickly feeling of not being in the sun for a long time.
She didn't really like the paleness of boys.
Women who have raised sons prefer young boys to be healthy and energetic.
"It's just too white," she looked at him and smiled.
Chong Xin is still very white, but he doesn't have that pale feeling anymore.
He laughed when he heard this: "It seems that you are not in vain" Yang Wu had been well raised in Lianyang Peak, and her complexion was already completely different from when she first came, becoming fair and tender.
Looking at it in the sun, it is extraordinarily clear.
The two sat under the porch and talked.
Chong Xin hugged Yang Wu, and Yang Wu held the newly acquired knife.
"How can it be this color" Yang Wu raised his knife high and looked at it in the sun, like looking at a pearl and jade gem.
Chong Xin said: "Yingyuzhu is the main ingredient, if you don't deliberately adjust the color, most of the things made are bamboo-colored."
He saw that she liked the jade bamboo very much, and specially ordered that there was no need to adjust the color.
Using bamboo to make a metal knife is really incompatible with the common sense of physics that Yang Wu knows.
Fortunately, she had read an overview of "refining" in the book, and knew that refining tools was not the same thing as making iron and steel.
She has to slowly accept and understand how the world works.
But Ying Yuzhu, she remembered that Su Rong had told her about the preciousness of this bamboo, it seemed to be a very precious treasure of heaven and earth, and the point that Su Rong emphasized was that this bamboo was worth a lot, many spirit stones, and the unit was 100,000.
"Daojun, is this this" Yang Wu stroked the blade of the knife and couldn't help but ask, "Is it a magic weapon?"
"It's not."
Chong Xin directly denied it.
Yang Wu let out an "oh".
The corners of Chong Xin's mouth hooked, pinched her hand, and said, "It's a magic weapon." ” Magic weapons and magic weapons are all man-made things.
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The difference is that the magic weapon needs to use spirit stones as energy, but the magic weapon can absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth on its own, and does not need to be driven by spirit stones.
Because of this difference, the magic weapon can only be slowly consumed, but the magic weapon has the ability to repair itself.
In the end, the ritual vessel can only be turned into powdered fertilizer, or even if it is well preserved, it is still just an object.
The magic weapon can produce self-awareness over a long enough period of time, or under special conditions.
This kind of self-consciousness is ignorant and formless at first, but once it opens its mind, it becomes a machine spirit, and can even transform into a form.
Yang Wu was surprised.
The expression of her small emotions made Chong Xin's heart extremely happy.
He pinched her fingers and gently brushed them on the snow line of the turquoise blade, the sharp blade cut through her fingertips, and the red blood beads rolled on the snow line, absorbed extremely quickly.
Yang Wu has already experienced several blood drops to recognize the Lord and has experience.
But this time, after her blood was absorbed, Chong Xin also wiped his finger on the snow line, squeezing out a drop of blood for the turquoise blade to absorb.
Then, she took the hand that held the hilt of the knife There was a strange feeling.
Unlike the previous few times when she had confessed to the Lord with a drop of blood, Yang Wu felt that there was a barrier between herself and this knife, as if the knife was resisting her But there was another powerful force that wrapped her consciousness around her and broke through.
Those who resisted were crushed under this coercion, and in the end, she clearly felt the intimate connection between her and it.
This connection is very close, far more than the connection between her and Qiankun Bag.
"The magic weapon needs to be refined by divine consciousness before it can truly recognize the master."
Chong Xin said, "You are a mortal and have no divine sense.
My blood is mixed with your blood, and I have refined it with my divine sense, and it has served you as its lord.
You may feel "Although, just half-master."
Yang Wu clenched the hilt of the knife and stared at the blade.
Yes, she could feel it, she was now the owner of the knife.
Not exactly the owner though.
She closed her eyes, consciously close to her knife.
What a clean knife it is.
It has only been born, it has only confessed to the Lord, it has not yet experienced killing, it is ethereal, like a baby.
She stood up from Chong Xin's arms and regained her grip on the hilt.
When she burst out with battle intent, she actually felt connected with her sword consciousness.
It's still the same trick.
This is her family's sword technique, but in her world, the ancient martial arts have declined, and no one will learn this. is her uncle, who loves to read and make money, far better than martial arts.
Grandpa passed on this set of knife techniques to her.
But this set of knife techniques is masculine and powerful, and it is really not suitable for her.
She has always practiced the light and flowing lancet.
The same move, when she first used it, she used it as a mortal soldier, and all she experienced was its sharpness as a knife.
This time, she had a heart-to-heart with it and used it as a magic weapon.
The bamboo hedge, which had been cut in half, shattered violently this time, and a half-foot-deep furrow extended from the courtyard to the outside of the courtyard, several feet long.
The power of the same move is not the same.
Yang Wu stood there, looking at the ditch and was silent.
"What's wrong," Chong Xin stood behind her.
"With me" Yang Wu bent down to pick up the scabbard, slowly feeding the turquoise blade in, and sighed, "I've wronged it." ” That's something he can't do.
Chong Xin touched her hair and didn't speak.
He and she are both half-masters of the sword.
At the moment when she took out the knife, she could feel the battle intent bursting from the blade.
It was a blade born as a magic weapon, a natural fighting spirit.
Excited, excited, churning like waves, only to splash a drop of water in the end.
The magic weapon is in the hands of mortals, and it cannot exert its true power.
Like a pearl covered in dust.
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On the Guanbi Peak, Chong Lin Zhenren, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt something in his heart and opened his eyes.
In a cave chamber with a strong aura, the mountains and rivers enshrined in it trembled slightly, and the sand and gravel rolled.
Chong Lin Zhenren looked at the illusion in the mountains and rivers, and frowned.
That one, the catastrophe is getting deeper The author has something to say: the final decision is to update at 7 a.m.
The main thing is to change it to 11 o'clock, and I'm awkward myself.
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