Guangxian thought about his two junior brothers, and couldn't help laughing. Look at Chixia Peak, which is not far from this. It's been so many years since Guangwen and Guangjian were still the same. They like to compete and fight each other. Then, either Guangwen asked him for help or Guangjian asked him for help. Both of them were six hundred years old, but they basically didn't change much when they went up the mountain at the age of six. If there were one, one had white hair and the other had long eyebrows, but they had a lot of fighting for the two of them. They screamed at each other with white hair and ghosts with eyebrows. Sometimes they made a headache for Guangxian, but they were happy and they were still stronger. These two! Guangxian really didn't know what to say about them. When he thought of his three apprentices, his brows frowned and sighed, "It's not the Lord who makes me worry-free!"

At this time, the sky was getting brighter and the red sun had already revealed its head. Guangxian fell on the bright moon peak again and slowly advanced to Songfeng Temple. He had only been away from Qingyan for two or three hours. Could he come to tell Qingyan again?

Of course not. Guangxian's figure was like a slight smoke, and he came to Qingyan's house silently. He obviously didn't want to wake up Qingyan with such a light hand. But as early as when he landed at Mingyue Peak, he found that there was a little movement in Qingyan's house, and his expression became very strange. What made him look like? Did Qingyan not sleep?

No, Qingyan slept very well, breathed evenly, and had a gentle snoring sound. His face was peaceful and calm, and he was sleeping comfortably! Since Qingyan slept so sweetly, how could Guangxian look like that?

Guangxian did not enter the house, but stood outside the house and looked inside from the open window. Qingyan slept sweetly, but his face was very different from that of ordinary people when they were sleeping. Others looked rosy when they were sleeping, but Qingyan's face was now blue and red. The rich blue air and fire red alternately appeared. Two completely opposite colors appeared and disappeared on Qingyan's face, which made Qingyan particularly strange when they fell asleep. Guangxian looked at Qingyan's face with a blue and red look, and he only frowned slightly. This was not beyond his expectations. The Zixin Sword that made him look weird.

The Zixin Sword was flying up and down in the room. Without anyone controlling the energy to drive the sword, the Zixin Sword flew freely and unrestrainedly. It seemed like the Zixin Sword had life and was flying freely there. If it were others, I would have thought so, but Guangxian could see clearly that the sword light emitted by the Zixin Sword was as volatile as Qingyan's face. It was not blue and red, but purple or red. When the blue aura appeared on Qingyan's face, the Zixin Sword was purple light. When the purplexin Sword was red on Qingyan's face, the Zixin Sword also turned red. The Zixin Sword and its owner were so intimate. Is this Qingyan's sword controlling the sword in his sleep?

Seeing this scene, Guangxian thought to himself, "It's fine to use Taiqing Dao Power to control the sword, but the flashing red light of the Purple Heart Sword makes people surprised! At the same time, practicing both Taoism methods, they are all so hot, and they can leave fingerprints on the copper mother. The rumor is true. Qingyan, you are diligent enough to practice martial arts, and you don't forget to practice true energy when dreaming. Purple Heart Sword..." As soon as he thought of this, he saw Qingyan who was sleeping seemed to be moving, but the Purple Heart Sword sensed Guangxian's existence. As soon as the sword light grew, it shot from the window, and Guangxian slightly slighted.

He was shocked, knowing that the Zixin Sword is full of spirituality, and obviously found himself. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking, "I just had a new master, I forgot my old friend, you turned against me quickly!" He didn't want to alarm Qingyan. Although the Zixin Sword was fast, he was faster. When the Zixin Sword flew to the window, Guangxian had long lost his shadow. The Zixin Sword did not find any outsiders and turned back into the room. Qingyan turned over and fell asleep again. However, the Zixin Sword seemed to have endless strength to continue flying in the room. Maybe it was protecting its master!

Guangxian left Songfeng Temple and planned to return to Qingming Peak, but he remembered something. Although the Tianxin Sect had retreated, there were still hidden stakes nearby. "Dark stakes, hidden stakes!" Guangxian whispered twice, and as his figure spread, the person had broken through the air, but this direction was not Qingming Peak, but the location of Tiejiazhuang.

Qingyan slept well. Since he came to Kongtong Mountain, went up Mingyue Peak, and lived in Songfengguan, he slept for only a few times, but every time he slept, he felt that sleeping was the most comfortable thing in the world. Although he practiced Taoism and cultivated true qi, he also entered into concentration and concentrated mind, which seemed to be no different from sleeping. Moreover, his spirit was also very good after every exercise. However, Qingyan still felt that sleeping was good. The reason was very simple. You can dream while sleeping, and you can dream of some fun and happy things. When practicing Taoism, you cannot dream. Once you dream, you will make a big mistake and will kill people's lives. It is not called dreaming!

Qingyan dreamed again, this time he dreamed of many people and many things. There were Dad Zheng, Mr. Bai, Fatty Liu, Xiaolan, Dumb Uncle, and many people from Chijin Town. Of course, there were Li Qingtian, a girl in red who was always in my heart. But Qingyan also dreamed of something he had never dreamed of before, that was, he dreamed of flying in the sky with his purple heart sword. The dream was so real, blue sky, white clouds, and clear breeze, he stepped on the purple heart sword, broke through the air and rushed into the sky, and it felt so wonderful!

Qingyan stepped on the Zixin Sword and flew in the sky like lightning. The true energy in his body rotated rapidly. Taiqing Dao power, Chiyang True Qi, the two streams of the green and red true energy rose and fell one after another, and they all wanted to win the Zixin Sword into their hands, making the Zixin Sword sway left and right. I don’t know who to listen to. Qingyan also had no choice but to make trouble and fight. Anyway, just let him fly. But he thought too simply. He flew with the sword for a while, only seeing that the vast irreconcil sky seemed to have no end. He was flying towards that, was he going back to Chijin Town? Just when Qingyan thought about this, the two true energy that he had fought in his body suddenly stopped fighting. It was a good thing not to fight anymore, but these two true energy not only stopped fighting, but also returned to the Dantian at the same time, quietly without any appointment.

There was a little movement. The true energy was gone. Qingyan was very bad. Without the true energy, how could he fly if he didn't control the sword? Qingyan suddenly felt empty under his feet, his body sank, and the Zixin Sword disappeared. The strong wind blew, causing his whole body to hurt. What was even more miserable was not this, but that he had fallen down quickly now. Qingyan understood the feeling of falling from a high altitude. Qingyan shouted desperately, shouting hard, trying to stabilize himself, but the two damn true energy did not listen to his call at all. The Zixin Sword fell down. The body roared down. Qingyan closed his eyes tightly, waiting to be thrown to death, but waited, waited, why didn't he reach the ground yet? Qingyan felt something was wrong. Finally opened his eyes and entered the eyes. He was in the house and lying on the bed. It turned out to be a dream!

Although he was not killed by falling to death, he still didn't fly up after all. Qingyan felt a little regretful, so he stretched out and sat on the bed, reached out to pick up the Zixin Sword beside him, and said to himself, "When will it be possible to fly up!" He didn't notice that the Zixin Sword in his hand was slightly hot.

It was so comfortable to sleep. Looking at the afternoon outside, Qingyan couldn't help but shake his head. Life was a bit upside down. What should I do at night!

At night! Qingyan suddenly remembered that today was an unusual day, and today was the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th. "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Qingyan shouted, thinking about the past when he was in Chijin Town, he didn't have to attend classes for three days around August 15th. He prepared a lot of delicious food at home. He went out to play with a group of friends, which was definitely a day worth looking forward to. But this year is different. Since leaving Chijin Town and leaving his father after the Chinese New Year, he spent the 15th of the first lunar month in Lanzhou City. At that time, there were senior brothers and brother Zhao accompanied him. But today the person who was alone, neither delicious food nor friends to play. Do you really have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone?

Qingyan couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. It was said that "I miss my family more during the holidays." It would be true if I said I didn't miss my home! It would be useless to imagine. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival can only be spent on this mountain, and I'm alone. Qingyan thought again, "It's good that Master Mu Xin can come today. With him here, I'm not so lonely!" But Qingyan understood that Master Mu Xin left last night, and he left so quickly and I'm afraid he can't come today.

Since no one comes, this festival is also about to be celebrated. Qingyan cheered up, thought for a while, and said to himself, "One person is alone, clean Songfengguan first, and you must have the appearance of celebrating the festival!" After that, Qingyan began to act.

Qingyan is also a good at doing these cleaning and cleaning work. He started with his own room first, and then cleaned it one by one. Just as Qingyan was cleaning all the rooms, Qingyan suddenly found that he had been to Songfengguan for so long, but he didn't notice that there was a room locked.

This room is actually behind the Sanqing Hall. Because it is a little bit more apart and Qingyan has never walked around Songfengguan, so he didn't notice it. The door was locked and the windows were closed tightly. Qingyan couldn't see what was inside. He was curious and thought, "All houses are open, but this one is locked, what's there?" This curiosity is human nature, especially a half-grown boy like Qingyan. Qingyan suddenly felt that there was a secret inside and it was so itchy that he almost broke into the door. Fortunately, he still had some self-control and pressed it down. He felt that breaking into the door was a bit too much, so he could only wait to ask Master Mu Xin who knew everything.

Although he forced his curiosity to be conquered, even though Qingyan had something to do, his mood for the holiday became much weaker. After cleaning the room, Qingyan took a shower and changed his clothes. He sat on the futon of Sanqing Hall with a fresh look. He was not thinking about how to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, but what was in the room with copper locks hanging on it.
Chapter completed!