Ling Tiansu laughed softly, knowing that Wu Ying was a difficult existence to communicate with, so he no longer studied this issue with her.

He walked around her, suddenly reached out and stabilized the hair crown on her head for a few steadily, and then untie the hair bands on her sharpened chin to stabilize the hair crown but were slightly twisted and twisted.

"In terms of self-care ability, you really don't let down your title of Prince, and you can't even wear a crown."

As he said that, he straightened her hair crown and tied her hairband again.

Ling Tiansu looked down and his eyebrows were still cold, but what was strange was Wu Ying who let his actions be made.

He continued, "Although you are like me, my mother has been around since childhood, I always have common sense of life. If I had been in the past, I would have been too lazy to care about you, but now you are wearing my clothes, so you can't be crooked. Okay, go on the road."

After saying this, Ling Tiansu turned around and went to the tree to pull the horse.

When he looked back, he couldn't see the pale palm holding the umbrella. I wonder if the knuckles were pinched white because of his nervousness.

The faint blue veins on the back of the hand appear clearer between the pale texture.

The blood umbrella that was supported on the top of his head hanged slightly, and the shallow snow on the umbrella surface quietly slid into the snow in front of his boots. The red umbrella surface covered the pale face that was spreading slightly.

The moment the umbrella was covered, the dark red eyes could not see any sharp and resentful aura.

She followed slowly, still not talking, and didn't say a word.

The horse Wu Ying bought was two excellent horses, which shows that she had low life abilities, but her vision of choosing a horse was very good.

Although it is not as good as the red horse of Prince Yi of Beili, these two horses have extremely strong endurance and very fast speed. They sit on the back of the horse and gallop away, which makes them feel like chasing the wind.

If an ordinary person sat on the back of such a fierce horse, he would have been so bumpy that his clothes were messy and in a mess.

However, Ling Tiansu and Wu Ying are both practitioners. Even if two white horses are galloping in the wind and snow, and the wind is whistling in the ears, they both do not have to hold the reins tightly.

No matter how fast the horse was galloping, their bodies were still firmly stuck to the horse's back.

Ling Tiansu, who was rushing to the road, was naturally not idle. Instead, he took out the Fanxing Sword Sutra that he hadn't seen for a long time and pressed the sides of the book with his fingers to avoid being swept up by the strong wind.

After turning on the cover and turning on the first page, Ling Tiansu's eyes fell seriously on the content of the second page.

The second page is the same as the first page, with the guidance of the sword diagram, and below the sword diagram, there is a row of small subtitles left:

"The stars bathe in the sky, and the sword stars are unstoppable. The brilliance of thunder sounds, and the sword box is hidden in the gathering of hearts. The fragrance and the marble are mixed, but the quality of Zhao has not been lost."

Ling Tiansu recited the mantra silently and kept it all in mind.

While silently reciting the mantra, he held a small steel stick in his hand that fixed the wound for Wu Ying a few days ago, and gestured back and forth in the strong wind according to the sword diagram above the sword scripture. The moves were still extremely simple.

But Ling Tiansu had already opened his eyes since he flipped the book, and there was still a glance under the eyes, which was the moon's eyes of the candle.

Therefore, these simple sword moves fell into Ling Tiansu's eyes and were no longer ordinary and monotonous.

His eyes were closed, his golden vertical pupils were wide open, and his small metal stick in his hand acted as a sword. Each move was copied and portrayed extremely slowly.

But as Wu Ying looked sideways, her eyes fell on Ling Tiansu's hands and moved, the corners of her cold and thin mouth quietly raised without realizing it.

She could see that each move seemed extremely slow, but under the sword technique that was so slow that it was quite astonishing as Tai Chi, it contained the Thousand-Sharp Sword Intent.

Only her dark red eyes could capture the countless sword shadows flying as fast as a shocking bird when his extremely slow sword moves.

Her eyes stopped in his hands and then moved up inch by inch, falling to the depths of the golden light on the vertical marks between Ling Tiansu's eyebrows.

She saw an eye under her vertical pupils. After a little stunned, her dark red eyeballs were as bright as gems, which was dazzling and beautiful.

The horse under him was still galloping tirelessly.

This is a grassland. The horse is so fast that it has not discovered it itself. The golden star covered by hundreds of billions of stars above its head is blooming and moving alone.

The weeds passing by the horse's hooves were blown by the wind in an instant, and then they were slashed straight by some kind of sharpness like a sickle blade.

The green weeds splashed under the hooves, and then were swept into the uninhabited night by the strong wind on the field.

Ling Tiansu quickly stopped the movement in his hand, and his vertical pupils slowly closed and returned to calm.

He opened his closed eyes and looked helplessly at the metal stick in his palm.

The tip of the stick was stained with a cluster of golden flames, and the flames were not very obvious.

But under the strong wind caused by the galloping of the horse, the flames still burned slowly, without any sign of extinguishing.

Ling Tiansu's palm holding the metal stick slightly relaxed, and he saw the golden flame turning into liquid and flowing into the fire, circling towards the inside of the metal stick.

The flames were like sword fire among the stars, and they cut the small iron stick into iron flower fragments without any resistance.

Looking at the golden iron piece that was still burning with golden light and was swept away by the strong wind on the grassland, Ling Tian shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity that this sword technique cannot be practiced for the time being."

Wu Ying withdrew her gaze and looked straight ahead and said, "You need a sword."

Of course, Ling Tiansu knew that he needed a sword. Since this was the sword sutra left to him by Su Yi, he naturally had to use a sword to practice.

Although I barely learned the second page of the Fanxing Sword Sutra with that little metal stick, Iron could not bear the terrifying sword intent in the Sword Sutra and the power of the sparks of the star outside the Nine Heavens.

I still remember that when I was practicing the first page of the Sword Sutra, it was a dead branch, and the dead branch also burned into ashes.

In the whistling wind, Wu Ying's voice once again clearly followed the sound of the wind and reached Ling Tiansu's ears: "If you become a disciple of the Sword God, he will definitely give you a good sword gift for taking in disciples."

Ling Tiansu shook his head and said, "What I want to learn is Wuqi Xie's inheritance sword. He taught me a sword intent, which can be considered half of my master. How can I still worship others as my teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ying coughed lightly inappropriately, looked at him with a slightly strange expression and said nothing more.

In the grassland after dusk, night falls very quickly. The darkness in the sky is like a celestial being splashing ink. The dark colors cover the last trace of sunset after dusk.

The snow on the grassland stopped at some point, and the horse under Ling Tiansu also stopped its rapid horse hooves.

He sat on the horse's back, feeling the uneasy panting of the horse under him, raised his front hooves and took two steps back involuntarily.

The horse under Wu Ying also wanted to do this, but her seemingly weak palm gently fell on the horse's back, and it honestly didn't even dare to breathe.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Even when the night was about to fall, she could still see clearly above the grassland hills ahead, and the hundreds of riders who were shouting unknown slogans were scattered down.

They waved the dry knife in their hands, and between the horses, the owner on the horse's back held a thick black iron lock, and the iron lock was covered with steel needles and iron spikes.

The hundreds of cavalry formed a long row, shouting wildly, running towards Ling Tiansu like a cannibal demon.

Ling Tiansu touched the horse's back. The gesture of stroking was not as forced to suppress as Wu Ying, but rather comforting. He smiled in his low voice, without any fear in his eyes: "It seems that it is a bandit."

Wu Ying's dark bloody eyes flashed in the darkness, reflecting a cold murderous intent, but there was still disdain in the murderous intent:

"It's not an ordinary horse bandit. Judging from the formation and formation, it's quite large in the army. It seems that it's a big man in a court. In this grassland, there is such a trick hidden. It's a good idea to use the identity of a horse bandit as a guild."

Ling Tiansu looked at her sideways and said, "Their target is so obvious. The equipment on the horse's back is obviously not prepared in a hurry. It seems that he is prepared to look at us."

The sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of the grassland.

Wu Ying closed her eyes and slowly raised her face. Her high nose bridge moved gently, as if she was sniffing lightly. Looking at her side face in the dark, the outline was clear and delicate and distinct.

The moment she slowly opened her eyes, Ling Tiansu clearly captured the sudden appearance of blood in the depths of her pupils. Her face was cold and sneered: "The smell of Devil May Cry grass is really interesting."
Chapter completed!