MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 27 Fengjian Boy

　　 Liang Yan abolished Yuan Ba. Yuan Shan and others outside the court were all trembling and afraid to show up, and no one dared to go up and support Yuan Ba.

　　 Liang Yan jumped out of the giant pit, glanced at them coldly, and said, "If I know in the future, anyone will dare to oppress Li Dali..."

Before he could finish talking, Yuan Shan and others nodded and smiled like a chicken pecked at the rice: "Senior Brother Liang has an amazing cultivation level and an extraordinary talent. We didn’t know Taishan before, so where will we dare to do it again in the future? I hope Senior Brother Liang will not remember the villain..."

　　 Liang Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them, waved his hand at them and said: "As long as you don't bother me, I won't bother to find you."

　　 Yuan Shan Rumeng amnesty, knelt down and choked three times, and hurriedly left with the other two Yuan Ba, who was already in a coma.

　　 Liang Yan watched them leave, suddenly a cough came from behind, turned his head and looked around, but the person who came was the witnessing brother in the grey clothes.

　　 He looked at Liang Yan expressionlessly, and asked, "What kind of exercises did the younger brother cultivate? Why don't I remember that there is this kind of exercise in the three meridians and four realms?"

　　 Liang Yan smiled and said: "This is a secret biography of an old senior in the clan. As for the name, it's not easy to tell it casually."

　　 Senior Brother Huiyi nodded and said: "That's the case, it's the chance of the younger brother. But the younger brother knows that this performance is mostly a life-and-death battle on Wufeng. As soon as you enter the ring, why do you let the younger brother give his way to life?"

　　 Liang Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously replied: "I have abolished his dantian, and the immortal road has been cut off from then on, isn't it enough?"

　　 The senior brother in gray clothes shook his head, looking at him with a smile but a smile: "There are countless secret skills and magic in the world of immortality, and there are countless other ways. How do you know that there is no way to regenerate Dantian?"

Liang Yan was stunned when he heard that, only to hear the gray-clothed senior said: "The realm of immortal cultivation eats the weak and eats the strong, respects the strong, is kind to the enemy, is cruel to the people close to him, and there is no way of knowing the imminent disaster in the future." With that, he didn't say much any more, and after collecting the transcript of the life and death battle, he turned and went down the mountain. Only Liang Yan stood in place, stunned.

　　 At this time Li Dali and Yang Wei came, and Li Dali respectfully said to them: "I didn't know that Brother Liang had such a cultivation level before. It is ridiculous that I am so embarrassed to call him brother and brother. It's really embarrassing."

　　 Liang Yan smiled slightly and said: "Well, if I have a sincere friendship with Brother Li, how can I care about this?"

　　 Li Dali listened to Yang Wei and gave a big gift to Liang Yan.

　　 "Yang Wei relied on Brother Liang's help to get out of the sea of ​​suffering. Both of me are grateful. If you have any instructions in the future, I can only send it to you."

　　 Liang Yan also didn't let go. After accepting their gift frankly, he pulled Li Dali up and said, "Brother Li doesn't need to say much. From now on we will still be senior brothers in the Handyman's Office."

　　 Li Dali nodded with moist eyes. He was not good at words, but he had already remembered this kindness in his heart. No more words at this moment, pulling Yang Wei down the mountain...

　　 After solving Li Dali's affairs, the Jiemai Handyman's Office returned to its former calm, and Liang Yan was still busy doing miscellaneous work, learning formations, practicing, playing chess, and helping Senior Brother Zhuo to refine alchemy.

　　 After he reached the fifth level of Qi training, his cultivation speed slowed down. Without the feeling of rapid progress before, he returned to the previous slow speed.

As for the Jangmai Cangshu Pavilion, in the past few years, he has read all the major classics seven or eighty-eight, and there are only a few side-door Jangshens that have not been read, and the last pages of some of the books are densely packed. I wrote a lot of comments, and the inscriptions are all "crazy scholars."

　　 On the chess road, although he has never won a game of dead wood, he can gradually see through several changes in his game, and he can deal with it a little bit.

　　 More than two months have passed since such days. On this morning, Liang Yan was walking on the Xinglin Trail with ten bundles of spirit trees on his back. Suddenly, he saw a person standing at the fork in the road ahead.

　　The man was dressed in white, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows were picturesque. At this moment, she was looking at Liang Yan with a smile on her face.

　　 Liang Yan's heart jumped for no reason, and he shouted: "Sister Tang!"

　　 "Haha, good boy, brother!"

Liang Yan's face blushed, and he said in his heart: "I am your junior, not your younger brother, why do you say so badly?" He had learned from Kuchaki Sheng that this woman's full name was Tang Diexian, and he still felt quite in his heart. If you have a good impression, after all, you can break through the third level of Qi training, and you still get the opportunity from her.

Seeing him blushing, Tang Diexian chuckled and said, "How come I haven't seen him in a year? My junior brother's face is getting thinner and thinner? By the way, this year, you played chess without me instructing you, right? Is it deserted?"

　　 Liang Yan refused to accept: "This is not easy, you and I will know if you kill one game!"

　　 "Forget it, forget it, I'm here to see you this time, not to play chess, but something else!"

　　 "Oh?" Liang Yan asked in confusion: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

　　 "Help?.........It's a help, but it's a great thing for you."

　　 "Then tell me what a great thing it is."

"You know that our outer disciples need to go down the mountain to experience once every three years. Well, this year, it happens to be the first time for this lady to go down the mountain to experience." Tang Dixian paused and said, "And you, the disciple Liang Say, I am honored to be selected as the Bongjian boy who this Miss Ben is going out this time!"

　　 puff! The spirit woods behind Liang Yan were scattered all over the ground. His eyes were wide-eyed, with an unbelievable look on his face, and he asked, "Is this the great thing you said?"

Tang Diexian gave him a white look and said, "Isn't this a good thing? You are fortunate to follow this lady down the mountain for a long time. This is a good thing that many people can't ask for. If it weren't for the servant Mu Mu Brain in my cave mansion. , I won't come to you anymore."

　　 Liangyan didn't feel good after hearing this: "Then you should go to your servant. I'm afraid I won't be able to do such an important job."

Tang Diexian said immediately: "Don't, good junior, you are the first level of Qi training anyway. Although your strength is weak, you can barely help me." Then faintly said, "I am going down the mountain for the first time. Performing the task, don’t you have the heart to look at me alone? In case of failure, maybe.........maybe you will die outside, become a lonely ghost, miserable... ..." As he talked, his eyes were misty, and he wanted to cry, as if he was about to cry.

　　 "Oh, that's it!" Liang Yan immediately waved his hand and said: "I'm afraid of you, I'll help you."

　　 "Haha, you said it yourself, I didn't force you!"

　　 Liang Yan looked up, and saw Tang Die's eyes with narrowing eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and a smile on his face was full of smiles. There was still half of the appearance that Hyun Ran wanted to cry just now. He couldn't help but squat in his heart, secretly saying that he was famous for his life, but he followed the woman's way.

　　 But at this time, the words have been spoken, and it is too late to repent, so I can only say without a good spirit: "My husband has a promise, how can I lose my word and get fat!"

　　 "Haha, wonderful! It really deserves to be my good brother, good boy!" Tang Diexian clapped his hands and laughed, especially adding emphasis to the word "boy".

　　 Liang Yan rolled his eyes, skipped the topic deliberately, and asked: "What is the task you took for this downhill experience?"

After hearing this, Tang Diexian put a smile on his face, and said with a straight face: "I, Yixing Pavilion, is the largest sect in the Zhao Kingdom. Many spirit mines in the Zhao Kingdom are assigned to my clan, and my clan will also send disciples to station. .But for many small-scale spiritual mine branches, we can’t send cultivation disciples there. We usually arrange some secular inner masters to sit in town. One of the small branches is near Yongle Town, and it was suddenly broken with the sect in the past two years. Contact, and no spirit stone turned in. The task I received was to investigate the matter in the past."

"So that's it." Liang Yan nodded. This Tang Diexian has a cultivation base of 5th level of Qi training. If he were to deal with such a mundane task, there shouldn't be too much risk. Since he had already bluntly agreed, then he could barely follow suit. Let's go for a while.

　　 While he was thinking, Tang Diexian grinned again and threw something at him.

　　 Liang Yan subconsciously reached out and took it, and when he started, he saw it was a sword. The scabbard is inlaid with colorful gems, which looks gorgeous and unusual, and there are several flower patterns on the hilt, which are very delicate.

"Little Junior Brother, this is the Hundred Flower Sword. You are my Fengjian boy after you leave the sect." Tang Diexian made a grimace at him after saying that, then turned and left with a smile, leaving only Liang Yan. One person, holding a sword, standing in place with a face covered in black lines...

　　 Seven days later.

　　 Luling River is one of the most famous rivers in the country of Zhao. Its water is clear, with strange cypresses growing on the cliffs on both sides, the mountains are high and the water is beautiful, and the beauty is unusual. In particular, the Luling River is quiet all year round, with no waves, and boats on it like walking on flat ground, which is a must.

　　 At this moment, two wooden boats are flowing slowly on the Luling River.

　　 One of the wooden boats is seven or eight feet long and three feet wide. Both the front and back doors of the wooden warehouse are covered by purple curtains. On the lintel, there are jewels of various colors, which is very beautiful.

　　 The other is very short, only about two feet long, and the whole body is jet black.

　　 Suddenly there was a sound of piano from the beautiful wooden boat. The sound of the piano was curled, soothing and smooth, sometimes tender as water, sometimes sang and murmured, making people unconsciously intoxicated.

　　 The sound of the piano played solo for a while, and suddenly there was a flute sound from the black wooden boat. The flute sound was indignant and vigorous, majestic and unrestrained, and the turning point was even more difficult and harsh, as if he was extremely unhappy about the affairs of this world.

　　 The sound of the piano was disturbed by the sound of the flute, and it didn’t take long to play it. On the huge river surface, UU reading www. uukanshu.com only has bamboo flute solo.

　　 After about a stick of incense, a voice suddenly heard from the wooden boat: "Which friend is playing here, on the river, it is boring to be alone, why not come to the boat?". The sound is pleasing to the ear, not distinguishing happiness or anger.

　　 The sound of the flute stopped abruptly as soon as he said this, and there was no sound on the surface of the river. Then a figure jumped out of the black wooden boat, leaped into the sky, and landed on the Luling River.

　　 This person stepped on the surface of the river and walked on the water like walking on the ground, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the beautiful wooden boat. His toes lightly touched the surface of the river, and the whole person flew up in the air and landed on the canoe lightly.

　　Come in a Tsing Yi long gown, with a dragon-printed sword at the back, and a handsome face, but he seems to be shabby, with a shaggy beard, and there is an indescribable sense of loneliness and depression between his eyebrows and eyes.

　　 If there is a master of martial arts here, he will nod silently, this person is young, and his martial arts attainments are indeed extraordinary. Moreover, this person walked several miles on the water, boarded the wooden boat, but his breath was not messy. Obviously, he has deep inner strength and must be a martial arts master.

　　 The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and opened the wooden curtain of the cabin door, his eyes swept in. I saw a square table inside with a vermilion guqin standing on it, and an incense burner lit next to it. Sandalwood curled like a dream.

　　 Sitting behind the table is a woman in white with a beautiful face and bright eyes like stars. And behind her stood a gray-clothed boy, sixteen or seventeen years old, with his hands crossed on his chest, holding a luxurious sword. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if reluctantly.

　　The visitor clasped his fists in his hands and saluted: "Chen Zhuoan is next, but the girl is invited to board the ship?"

　　 The white-clothed woman glanced at him, and said in a maddening voice, "Apart from our master and servant, is there anyone else here?"