A giant sword passed through the sky thousands of feet high.

The giant sword is about one meter wide and hundreds of feet long. There are five figures on the sword, which are Zhang Ruochen and others. At this moment, they are on the way to Chunyang.

"Ahhaha, little cat, weren't it fierce just now? Why are you like a sick cat now?"

The unshaven real man Haoyang sat cross-legged in front of Jiujiu and smiled proudly.

"You, don't be proud, I, I just suddenly felt a little uncomfortable." Jiujiu glared. Of course, if she didn't hold Zhang Ruochen tightly, she would probably be better if she didn't hold Zhang Ruochen pale.

"Is that so, let's fly up again. This practice is to experience the fun of flying and hiding the earth. Are you right?" After hearing this, Haoyang Zhenren looked at her with a smile, making Jiujiu feel embarrassed.

Then, the giant sword trembled and then flew up quickly.

"Ah!" Jiujiu was so scared that she threw herself into Zhang Ruochen's arms, trembling.

Zhang Ruochen reached out and hugged her.

"I said uncle, can you stop scaring a child like this?" Li Miaoyin said loudly to Haoyang real person angrily.

"Ah, I'm not scaring her, I'm training this child's courage. You know, there are great horrors on the road of cultivation. If you are timid and afraid of things, how can you reach the peak?"

As the real person Haoyang said, he touched his ear and could see that the ear was still red now, and then the giant sword began to shake.

Li Miaoxuan was sitting at the tip of the sword at this moment, as if she had taken root, closing her eyes and meditating, ignoring other people.

Zhang Ruochen hugged Jiujiu tightly to comfort her fearful heart.

Li Miaoyin turned her head to look at Zhang Ruochen, and Jiujiu, who threw herself into Zhang Ruochen's arms and didn't dare to move, and spread her hands helplessly.

She knew very early on that uncle was very inappropriate. Last time, the fool Li Miaoxuan went out to give her things to someone, and this guy came up with the idea to save herself so that she could drink with peace of mind.

But if you can't deal with him, you will naturally be able to deal with her.

Li Miaoyin coughed lightly and said meaningfully: "When I go back, I will tell my master, Uncle Master, you came to the junction of the three parties to secretly see the side of the Xueli Fairy of the Demon Clan."

"I am the legendary nine-tailed fox, which is so beautiful that the country is so beautiful. No wonder you, Uncle Master, have never held a woman's hand for decades. I heard that even the proud daughter of the Hidden Immortal lineage, had feelings for you, but you did not promise me that Master Haoyang had something to do with him..."

The more Li Miaoyin spoke, the more sarcastic he became.

After hearing this, Sun Haoyang's face leaped violently and stabilized the sword.

"Miaoyin, Master is good at treating you very well." After Sun Haoyang stabilized the sword, he smiled and said to Li Miaoyin with a slander: "Recently, your master has been practicing a very important magic trick. Don't talk nonsense to avoid disturbing her thoughts."

"It depends on whether someone is willing to cooperate." Li Miaoyin smiled at the success of her plan, but she is good-looking, even if she smiles, she is very beautiful.

"Yes, yes, Miaoyin, you are right."

Sun Haoyang was completely inferior to his predecessor and repeatedly bowed his head to admit his mistakes.

"Oh, Uncle Master, you are always so inappropriate, so Master... By the way, did you bring something to Master when you go back this time?" Li Miaoyin first complained, then seemed to think of something and asked.

"Things? What are you bringing?" Sun Haoyang was puzzled.

"Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't have thought of it." Li Miaoyin held his forehead and then took out a colorful and extremely beautiful item from the storage bag, handed it to Sun Haoyang, and said, "This is what I bought on that street. If you take it back and give it to her, you will say that you chose it yourself."

"Your master's kind of person cannot like this kind of little woman's things, right?" Sun Haoyang remembered the tomboy's toughness.

"Don't worry, she will be very happy if you take it back and give it to her." Li Miaoyin stuffed the thing directly into Sun Haoyang's hand and was not allowed to refute.

Sun Haoyang took it with a confused look on his face, was silent for a while, and then smiled and murmured to himself: "Will she... be very happy, right?"

"hehe."

This made Zhang Ruochen smile.

Sun Haoyang was unhappy when he suddenly attacked him, but afterwards, his interactions with Jiujiu and Li Miaoyin did make a big difference.

How to say, his attitudes, Jiujiu and Li Miaoyin were completely different from the folk novels he had read before, such as "anks under immortals", "magnanimity of powerful people", or "You scold me, I will kill your whole family", etc. Zhang Ruochen did not see them in him.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen did not see Li Miaoyin being arrogant because of this, but only saw Li Miaoyin treating Sun Haoyang like a daughter.

Zhang Ruochen felt that perhaps this is the best way for elders and younger generations to get along.

Just like myself, my master and Mr. Wang.

Looking at the clouds passing by around him, Zhang Ruochen suddenly felt.

Maybe Chunyang is a good place.

...

On the other hand, in a distant place.

A mountain towers into the clouds. If you stand at the foot of the mountain and look up at it, you can see the undulating peaks and undulating mountains, overlapping and surrounding. The mountain road is winding and deep, standing quietly on the slope, leaning against the ancient pineapple, you only feel that natural creation is vast and that people are so low and small.

And in the white clouds in the mountains, there are white cranes that flaunt their wings and roam in the sky from time to time, and there are immortals who control their swords, free and easy, and there are green pines and cypresses, and green mountains that never grow old.

Halfway through the mountain, in a courtyard, two young Taoists were cooking tea on the stone table. One of them was dressed in white and the other was dressed in blue and elegant.

One of them, the Taoist in Qingyi, was Zhang Ziyang who asked Zhang Ruochen to come to Pure Yang. He waved his hand lightly, and there was a rippling ripples in the void, and then a sword of Gu Bu appeared on the table.

The ancient sword was quietly placed flat on the stone table, with elegant atmosphere and atmosphere on each machine, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy. In a sense, Wuyou at this moment, except for the hard sword body, it was just an ordinary thing.

"Wuyou... isn't that Wuyou anymore?"

The Taoist in white slowly stretched out his hand, but when his fingertips were about to touch the sword body, he shrank back, as if he was not trying to touch something.

Zhang Ziyang was silent for a while when he heard this, then shook his head, and said with a remembrance on his face, "No, Wuyou has always been Wuyou."

Suddenly the wind blew in the yard, causing the grass and trees to sway, and also blew the hair of the two of them. It was the three thousand worries being stirred by the breeze.

I still remember that back then, there was a proud figure, holding a sword here, threatening to kill all the troubles of the world and be quiet and worry-free.

But now, the sword is there but not the person.

After a long time, the expression of the Taoist in white changed several times.

Finally, he finally landed his hand on the sword and gently stroked it.

"You're right, Wuyou has always been Wuyou."

The Taoist in White clothes knew what Zhang Ziyang wanted to express and also understood what he was afraid of.

Are you guilty?

Of course guilty!

I just regret that I was unable to do that back then, so that those people could force Xuanji out of Chunyang and then the Changsheng Mountain alone.

But even so, Xuanji has always been a Chunyang person.

The Taoist in white clothes showed a look that no one had seen in Chunyang before. If Chunyang disciples passed by at this moment, they would definitely be scared.

Because the elder Daoming, who was in charge of the Pure Yang Sword Pool and was so serious that he didn't look like a human, actually showed such soft and guilty eyes.

This... is so scary!

However, Zhang Ziyang was not surprised at all and said, "Haoyang is sending those two children over. I guess he will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Then I will let him be the same as Miaoyin and the others."

After hearing this, Daoming Zhenren immediately blew his beard and glared at him, and retorted: "Zi Yang, what do you mean? You are the one who is most likely to betray the power."

"They are both good kids, and I don't want them to be lost on the road of life."

Zhenren Daoming pondered for a moment and asked, "Then this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Ziyang interrupted him, shook his head and smiled, and looked at Daoming Zhenren with a thrilling look: "I believe him, whether it is Chunyang Sword Pool or the matter with the Ye boy who sent Qiuxue over..."

"I believe that kid can handle it!"
Chapter completed!