Cangqing Mountains and Jade Shou Peak, near the small building.

An old man who is about 60 years old is wearing an old blue cloth robe, with a bun on his head, and a brown cloth pocket in front of him, with a face that looks like a child, his eyes are introverted, and his mouth is pouting and his mouth is constantly blowing the gray beard next to his mouth. Then he said anxiously: "I said Big Crane, don't think that if you become a human, you can beat me Yuan Wuxi. Then you have to be careful now, I'm going to release the flying sword."

Standing opposite Yuan Wuxi was a handsome boy about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wearing a white dress, with wings on his shoulders, his eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was as beautiful as a jade. He looked at Yuan Wuxi's every move calmly, but he didn't speak.

Seeing that the other party was speechless, Yuan Wuxi seemed to be unhappy and muttered, "Don't bother to talk to me, hum, that's OK, let's see how I teach you a lesson." After speaking, he spread his palms and showed a small fairy sword more than an inch long, beating like a small snake, shining everywhere. Then he waved hard, and a sword about a meter long flashed with light and rushed straight to the boy opposite.

At the same time, the handsome boy opposite gaze trembled slightly, and the wings that were originally draped on his shoulder instantly turned into sword feathers, and with a loud sound of breaking through the air like a crane, he rushed forward.

Those sword feathers seemed short, but their power should not be underestimated. Whenever they hit one, the sword flower that Yuan Wuxi vomited in his hand was weakened by about an inch, and the wings on the young man's shoulders were constantly transforming, and the sword feathers continued to flow.

In a moment, the sword flowers in Yuan Wuxi's hand were exhausted. Seeing that the flying sword feathers were about to hit his palm, he saw a smile on his face and circled the other hand in the air. An innate Bagua immediately formed in front of him to block the coming sword feathers. Then he stood up and leaped back. A gleam in his eyes flashed, and a surprising voice said: "Hey, it's fun." After saying that, he raised his hand and released the flying sword in his hand. The small flying sword shone brightly in the air. After hovering for a few weeks, it rotated like a gyro, and rushed straight to the boy below.

The little flying sword came very fast, and it was approaching in a blink of an eye. Although the young man on the opposite side stared at the innate Bagua in front of him, he did not forget to pay attention to the flying sword falling in the air from the corner of his eyes. Without waiting for him to approach, he waved his left arm and the wings on his shoulder rose in the wind, turning into a huge wing. He slowly blew it, and then he raised a strong wind with light and fanned the small flying sword.

On the other hand, the little flying sword originally flew straight down. After a blow of this strong wind, it paused in the air as if it had encountered huge resistance. After a moment of stalemate, it saw that there was no chance to take advantage of it. Then it suddenly sounded and returned, avoided the strong wind, and hovered in the air again.

Seeing the momentum, the young man put away his huge wings, jumped gently, and rose into the air. His body was suspended in the air, pinching orchids with his fingers, holding his arms, and then countless sword feathers transformed into wings on his shoulders, all of which were scattered, covering the sky and the earth, like heavy snow, falling gently, creating a silver-covered world.

It is just a move of "Linghe·Qianyu"!

Yuan Wuxi looked closely and shouted happily: "Good moves."

After saying that, he also soared into the air and came to the opposite side of the boy, laughing and standing in the air, painting a yin and yang fish transformed from the top of his head, and it rotated continuously. Later, it turned into two radises of circling intertwined true energy, about a meter thick and thin, reaching the clouds, like a tornado, stirring the thousand feathers in the sky, crooked and slanted, and could not be approached.

It is a move of "Guiyun Yinyang Sword"!

The two of them continued to increase their power of Tao. When the fighting was in full swing, a sound of flute sound suddenly sounded from behind the bamboo forest. The sound of flute sound was as thin as a fancy silk thread, as if there were, and later it gradually rose higher, from low to exciting and clear, and later it became sharp and sharp, soaring straight into the sky.

The two men who fought in the field instantly felt the qi and blood surging in their bodies, and they were both hurriedly distracted from fighting against each other.

Yuan Wuxi's eyes shone and cursed, "The Jiugao Demon-Suppressing Song of the poor scholar does have a unique flavor. Since he is back, why don't he show up yet? Do you want me to activate the Guiyun Yinyang Sword and destroy your Jinsi Xiaozhu?"

As soon as the words were finished, a girl's laughter came from behind the forest. Later, the flute stopped suddenly and walked out of the bamboo forest slowly side by side. One was Feng Shuzhu wearing an indigo blue shirt, a scarf on his head, a handsome and elegant face, and a clear smile on his face. The other was Chu Qing, who was wearing an ice-blue silk skirt and a flat bun on his head, with a delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a pair of watery bright eyes that were extremely lively, adorable, and behind them was a fat little fat bear bag.

Yuan Wuxi and the young man, who were fighting in the air, both removed the spell and slowly landed down.

Without waiting for everyone to speak, Chu Qing walked up to the boy, flashed to the side of the boy, stared at him and looked carefully, and then exclaimed: "You are, Xiaojiu?"

The handsome boy turned his starry eyes and looked at Chu Qing, his face turned red, his lips flattened, and he lowered his head gently.

When Chu Qing saw that the boy was obviously embarrassed when he saw that he was embarrassed, he stretched out his slender fingers and pointed at the boy, and said with a smile: "Ha, Brother Feng, have you seen it? Xiaojiu is still shy when he sees me!"

Feng Shuzhu looked at Xiaojiu and shouted to Chu Qing: "Qing'er, don't make a fuss."

When Chu Qing heard this, she pouted her mouth, snorted, and retreated to Feng Shuzhu, but she still opened her watery eyes and continued to look at the handsome white crane boy opposite her.

Later, Xiaojiu's emotions gradually eased, but she did not dare to look up at Chu Qing, but deliberately avoided Chu Qing's gaze, lowered her head and walked up, knelt in front of Feng Shuzhu, and knocked deeply, but did not speak.

Yuan Wuxi, who was beside him, looked at him, shook his old sleeves, and said sarcastically: "Oh, poor scholar, this big crane is kneeling down to worship your kindness for raising you. Oh, it's so annoying that people are more angry. I have fought with him for so many years, but I haven't seen him treat me so much, oh," he said.

Feng Shuzhu smiled when he heard Yuan Wuxi's words, and reached out to help Xiaojiu up and said, "Xiaojiu doesn't have to give this big gift, get up quickly."

After hearing this, Xiaojiu thought for a while before slowly getting up, he looked at Feng Shuzhu, then bent down to pick up a bamboo branch on the ground, wrote the word "Master" on the ground, then looked up and looked at Feng Shuzhu with a pious look.

Feng Shuzhu looked at the two words, then looked at Xiaojiu, and smiled and said, "Xiaojiu doesn't have to be like this. She has been with me for a hundred years. You and I are actually both teachers and friends, and we will be as good as before."

Xiaojiu hesitated for a moment, then raised the corner of her mouth, showed a happy smile, and nodded vigorously.

Chu Qing, who was beside him, looked puzzled, pulled Lafeng Shuzhu's sleeves and asked whisperedly, "Brother Feng, why doesn't Xiaojiu speak?"

Although the voice was small, everyone present could hear it. Xiaojiu looked at Feng Shuzhu, tightened his lips, and slowly lowered his head.

Feng Shuzhu looked at Yuan Wuxi and sighed: "Although the crane is precious as a fairy bird, it is easy to cultivate human body for a hundred years. If you cultivate human words, it will take some time. Xiaojiu, you don't have to be inferior. Only when you can cultivate human body can you cultivate it. Why not be afraid to continue moving forward!"

When Chu Qing heard this, she felt regret for Xiaojiu in her heart, but she also encouraged her: "Xiaojiu, don't be discouraged. Our family works together and we will succeed in the future. You will definitely be able to speak."

When Xiaojiu heard this, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with sadness. He looked at Feng Shuzhu and Chu Qing, and his eyes gradually became firmer later. He finally bit his lower lip and nodded vigorously.

Yuan Wuxi, who was standing beside him, seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, wiped his face with his hand and said, "Oh, I said you are really mother-in-law. He just doesn't have enough practice and can't speak. When you say it, why do I feel like I'm separated from life and death?"

The words were straightforward and simple, but they were indeed reasonable, which made Feng Shuzhu, Chu Qing and Xiaojiu laugh.

Yuan Wuxi looked at Xiaojiu and said, "I said, Big Crane, you have been fighting with me for so many years. Now, congratulations on finally turning into a human being." At this point, Yuan Wuxi touched his cloth pocket in front of him for a long time, then took out a bead, blew his beard and said, "I am usually playful and have not saved up any good treasures. I will give this hundred-herb bead to you as a gift."

Chu Qing immediately recognized the bead. It was the Baicao Bead that was stolen by Yuan Wuxi after Yuan Wuxi chased him to Yusun Peak. Then he looked down at the Xiaofa Bear Bag, and then said in a strange voice: "Oh, I said Yuan Wuxi, when have you been so generous? Didn't you even peel the bag of skin because of this broken bead? Why are you willing to give it to me now?"

Yuan Wuxi heard Chu Qing mocking her. For a moment, her face turned red and she said after a while: "Then, that's different. Of course I got angry when I steal my treasure. This is the same thing as the one I gave."

Feng Shuzhu, who was standing beside him, smiled and suddenly said, "It seems that Senior Yuan really loves Xiaojiu very much. These hundred herb beads can drive away all kinds of poisons. It is actually a rare protective weapon for those who practice. Xiaojiu, why don't you thank Senior Yuan quickly."

Upon hearing this, Xiaojiu stepped forward and beaten half-kneeled, bowing to Yuan Wuxi to thank him.

Yuan Wuxi has always hated secular etiquette, so he stuffed the bead into Xiaojiu's hand, turned to the side, avoided Xiaojiu, and said impatiently: "Oh, I said, Big Crane, get up quickly, get up quickly, you will make me live a thousand years old."

Xiaojiu took the Hundred Herb Beads, stuffed them into his belt, and then bowed to Yuan Wuxi to thank him.

Chu Qing frowned, turned her eyes and smiled and said, "Brother Feng, should we give Xiaojiu a name? Sometimes, Daxian Crane, sometimes, Xiaojiu's, and later, he still needs a name when walking around the world." As she said that, she turned around and said to Xiaojiu: "Xiaojiu, how are you okay?"
Chapter completed!