Floating clouds

Chapter 39 Goddess Peak

Lin Xinglu went back to the room full of worries, the waste talisman paper was still on the table, and Cheng Jun was looking at his waste talisman.

Seeing him coming in, Cheng Jun threw away the talisman and said, "Xinglu, what is my master looking for you for?"

Lin Xinglu said: "It's nothing, I just asked about my master."

His complexion was still pale, and he reached out to set the pen up. When Cheng Jun touched his hand, it was cold, and he was startled. He didn't know what happened. Cheng Yu just brought in glutinous rice balls, and asked Lin Xinglu to taste it.

Seeing Cheng Jun's expectant eyes, Lin Xinglu took a sip of the spoon he raised, and couldn't help but marvel at Cheng Yu's cooking skills, even the pickiest gourmets couldn't fault it.

Seeing that his expression softened, Cheng Jun said with a smile: "It's delicious, my senior sister is a cook. One day she was rolling noodles in the kitchen, and she suddenly became a Taoist. Even the master was shocked."

Started with culinary skills?

I have never heard of this before, and I am afraid that there are not many people in this world. Lin Xinglu thought, after a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls, his low mood was relieved a little. It surged up again.

Lin Xinglu carefully recalled what He Shan said, and he always felt that things were not that simple.

Even if Mu Zheng was born with a thunder calamity, the head of Kunlun wouldn't need to go to Fuyunxu. There are not many people in this world who are born with a vision from the sky, but they can still count two slaps. If the head of Kunlun was like this No matter how small things are, I'm already exhausted.

Also, Mu Zheng's eyes are different, why?

Why did He Shan tell him this? What does he want himself to do?

Everything turned into questions, circling in his mind, tangled into a hemp rope that could not be untied, no one knew that the Peeping Sky Stone was still on him, and he didn't know who else was looking for it Shitou, because of this, Heshan obviously knew the truth, but he couldn't ask and didn't dare to ask.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself down, but his chest was full of depression and he couldn't let it out. How to meditate, the moonlight was just right, so he simply pushed the door open and drew his sword.

Since you can't untie it, wait until you become stronger and cut off this mess.

Cheng Jun followed and said, "Xinglu, do you have something on your mind?"

"Yes." Lin Xinglu nodded, raising the sword in his hand: "Try?"

"I'm willing to accompany you." It wasn't the first time Cheng Jun had confronted Lin Xinglu, Dang even drew his sword and started fighting with Lin Xinglu.

Under the moonlight, both of them were handsome young men, Lin Xinglu was chilling, and his sword moves were round and smooth, while Cheng Jun was kind and shy, and his sword moves were gentle and drizzle.

Lin Xinglu gave birth to Jianxin, he is an authentic swordsman, and he has already established a foundation, Cheng Jun is not his assistant at all, and he becomes a defeated opponent without a hundred moves.

"Concession." Lin Xinglu retracted the sword pointed at Cheng Jun, and said.

"I have to speed up my pace. If this continues, even three tricks will not be correct." Cheng Jun took a breath, wishing to go back to the Qingshan School for retreat now. He understands that the road to cultivation is too long, and he may be caught at any time. If this is the case, why should he accompany Lin Xinglu by his side.

Lin Xinglu smiled, sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, and said, "I can't compare to your formation."

Cheng Jun smiled wryly and said, "I don't want to learn formation either, but the master said I have talent, so it would be a waste not to learn."

Lin Xinglu understood why he didn't want to learn it. The Nan family was famous for its formation and mechanism techniques, so he probably didn't want to inherit such a talent.

Cheng Jun said again: "I always want him to regret it, but I also know that he can't regret it."

Lin Xinglu said: "As long as you are better and better than others, he will naturally regret it."

Cheng Jun nodded and said, "Thank you."

Lin Xinglu said, "Thank you too."

Thank you for opening the solution, thank you for accompanying me to practice swords.

They laughed at the same time, the long road, the cold night, there is a friend by the side, and in the future, when recalling the nights they had, they will also feel warm.

He Shan took them up to Goddess Peak.

There is not only one Goddess Peak. It is said that two fairies soared on the two mountains at the same time. Since then, these two peaks have been collectively called Goddess Peak.

Between the two peaks, there is a wind swaying upwards. A natural boulder blocks the river, separating the two peaks. The river slowly flows out from the hole where the boulder was washed out. Above the boulder is a natural barrier.

Every battle between Taoism and magic cultivators is on this boulder, and the ups and downs of the river wash away the traces left by the war, but leave another mark.

Green moss grows from the unevenness of the boulder, dyeing the boulder green.

He Shan led them down on the boulder, the boulder was so wide that the people standing inside looked like ants on the moss.

Lin Xinglu followed behind Heshan with his head down. When he entered, there were disciples of the Kunlun School standing at the passage to check the roster. Lin Xinglu followed Heshan's example and used spiritual energy to tick off Fu Yunxu's name on the stone wall.

Seeing that he hooked Fu Yunxu, the disciple guarding the stone wall suddenly became ugly, and said in a sharp voice: "Hey, how good am I as Fu Yunxu, to provoke our Kunlun faction outside Buried Dragon Valley, now look It’s okay to come.”

"That's right, those two bullies were talking loudly to our Uncle Meng at that time. Why weren't they here? Could it be that they were afraid and dared not come?"

"Hahaha, of course I know I'm afraid. What kind of pheasant sect dares to be compared with our Kunlun sect. It's not enough to lift our shoes."

Lin Xinglu didn't know what happened outside Buried Dragon Valley, but he also heard that Zhonghui and Lin Mingqi went to recruit Meng Shu to settle the score. The original photo behind him was flushed and he was at a loss.

Lin Xinglu was not a sharp-tongued person. He Shan didn't hold him back, but he had already drawn the sword on his back and swung it at the two who were singing together.

His sword moves were fast and ruthless, cutting off the topknots of the two Kunlun monks in an instant. The two Qi-refining monks reacted and were furious, cursing: "You bastard, how could you do that?" Dare to act wild here! Do you think this is your pheasant sect!"

When Lin Xinglu heard the words 'pheasant sect', he slashed back with another sword, and the two of them were cut to pieces.

"you you......"

The two of them covered their clothes, not knowing what to say, you and you can't stop.

Lin Xinglu glanced at them, and took them back a step. The river was cold, but Lin Xinglu's eyes were colder than the river. He slowly inserted his sword back and said, "I don't like killing people, but how dare you talk nonsense , this sword is not so polite."

He Shan hurriedly pulled him to find an open place to sit down, said with a headache, "Xinglu, you have to be reasonable, you can't just draw your sword to know."

Lin Xinglu said: "I don't know how to reason. If they don't accept it, I'll beat them until they agree."

He Shan really didn't know how Mu Zheng usually got used to his apprentices, two of them had sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and they could kill anger alive by singing one harmony, and the other didn't say anything, just did it directly, he sighed: "How can a cultivator be so hostile, Besides, there must be someone better than you, if others don't reason with you, will you be beaten like this?"

Lin Xinglu nodded and said: "If others are stronger than me, they can beat me, but I won't stand like them and not fight back." After hearing his words, some people felt that he was worthy of being a sword cultivator, while others felt that he Being so arrogant at such a young age, sooner or later he will suffer a big fall.

Cheng Jun suddenly said: "Hey, where did the original photo go?"

The original photo is gone.

This boulder is empty, and such a big person has disappeared.

Lin Xinglu also took a look around. He had always been on guard against this person, but at this time the original photo suddenly disappeared, and he was not in a hurry. He said, "He is practicing the Kunlun Sect. Maybe he went to find someone from the Kunlun Sect."

Cheng Yu said: "This man has a big heart."

He Shan smiled and said, "It's good to have a big heart. Only a big heart can think about it."

Cheng Yu said weakly: "Master, that's not what I meant."

Lin Xinglu ignored what others thought, and only held his sword in his arms to think about things. He thought that if he left the secret realm, his master was still awake, and he would not be able to go back to the mountain gate anyway. Why not go to Qianzhangya and Wanxueyuan to have a look.

Since the master can't enter these two places, then he can do it for him. The Kunlun faction can't find any reason for him.

"Xinglu, look quickly." Cheng Jun pushed Lin Xinglu, who hadn't looked up, to look into the sky.

Lin Xinglu looked up, and saw a huge formation in the sky, sitting on a treasure boat, coming through the clouds, a group of more than a dozen people on the boat, Lin Xinglu quickly recognized Meng Shu and Shen Ke standing behind.

It's the Kunlun sect, compared to the treatment they received when they came here in twos and threes, and were stared at by two monks in the qi refining period, it can be said that it was a big battle.

Caretaker Yuan watched, his eyes became brighter and brighter, hiding excitement and longing.

"It's Tang Wan's sect leader!" I don't know who said it first.

"Oh my God, it really is the head of Tang, followed by five peak masters."

"Sect Master Tang has entered the stage of transforming gods 200 years ago, this is the first time he has come out!"

The crowd recognized Tang Wan, the head of the Kunlun School, with words of envy and admiration, and admiration in their eyes.