The glorious realm of Lingshan Mountain, clouds are obscured by Shu Ridge, and a golden light breaks through the sea of ​​fog, poking the sky.

Chu Ruiqing looked up and saw the hanging sword wrapped in glow, trembling and buzzing. It seemed to have its own consciousness, wanting to fly to the sky and cover its figure with the heavy fog in the mountains.

"Senior Sister!"

Chu Ruiqing heard the worried voice of her junior sister. She calmly threw out the paper sword, turned over easily, stood firmly in the air, and said calmly: "Xiao Bei, I'll chase the sword, stay in the pavilion and don't come out."

Chu Ruiqing was wearing white clothes and tied his hair like ink. The paper sword under her feet was hanging one meter from the ground, with an immortal posture as if she was flying to the sky. She was the eldest disciple of the Emei Sect, and she was mastered by Master Yunmeng, and practiced at Yunling Pavilion with her fellow junior brothers and sisters. Today is the day when she drew her sword.

According to the rules inside the sect, the disciples who have learned can draw the destined sword from the sword tomb to replace the paper sword used in the past. As a great disciple, Chu Ruiqing was the first person in his peers to draw the sword. Unfortunately, his master Yun Meng Zhenren was in seclusion, and no one protected her Dharma, so he had to subdue the flying sword alone.

The flying sword was very restless. Not only was it born arrogant, but it was also quite cunning. It fought with Chu Ruiqing for several rounds and found that it was unable to defeat the opponent, so it even had the idea of ​​running away. It found the right opportunity and rushed into the clouds!

"Want to run?" Chu Ruiqing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She moved her fingertips slightly, leaned over to chase after her with a paper sword, looking for the light golden sword energy, and leaping over the rolling clouds.

The junior sister Xiao Bei below saw Chu Ruiqing flying away, and jumped on the spot in a hurry, shouting loudly: "Senior Sister, you can't fly! You can't fly!"

The managers of the Emei Scenic Area warned them last time that they were not allowed to practice sword-controlling techniques in the mountains, for fear of causing panic among tourists. The third senior brother Kan He finally came forward to settle the matter. He repeatedly told him at that time, but now the senior sister has forgotten it again!

Chu Ruiqing only had flying swords in his eyes. She didn't care about Xiao Bei's shouting, and disappeared in the fog and sea of ​​fog in the blink of an eye.

Mount Emei is majestic and beautiful. The sea of ​​clouds that open and close at times is quite famous. The white clouds and mists are floating around and drifting among the mountains, only half-covering the green green in the mountains, making it a unique feeling. Tourists on the side of the mountain were taking photos, but they saw gold flashing in the clouds, and a figure was flying by, and they couldn't help but rub their eyes in surprise.

"What? Did someone fly over?" the man said in disbelief.

"Nonsense, what you see is a monkey, the monkeys here are very fierce!" The pedestrian smiled, obviously not believing it.

Today, the clouds were in full swing, and Chu Ruiqing, who was holding the sword, did not cause any panic with the help of the sea of ​​clouds. Seeing that she was chasing her, Fei Jian suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the northeast direction. The speed was so fast that even the mortals could not see clearly without their naked eyes.

Chu Ruiqing would not give in and immediately chased it, but the paper sword qualification was not as good as the real sword and could not catch up for a while.

In Yunling Pavilion, Xiao Bei was walking back and forth anxiously. She had not seen her senior sister return for a long time, and she was in a mess. She was the youngest in the sect, with a low cultivation level and could not help her senior sister. However, her senior brothers were not here and she was helpless for a while.

"Xiao Bei, come here quickly, see what I bring back!" Outside the door, a low and happy male voice rang out. Kan He entered the house with a brand new iron sign, which was engraved on it with the "Emei Martial Arts Demonstration Point of Sichuan-Shu Intangible Cultural Heritage".

When Xiao Bei saw the third senior brother coming back, he seemed to find the backbone in an instant. She cried and said, "Senior Brother Third, it's not good! Senior Sister is here to heaven!"

Kan He: "???" What kind of strange trick is this? My senior sister has been learning to use swords for many years, so why did she start flying blindly again?

After Xiao Bei stumbled and finished the story, from Chu Ruiqing drawing his sword to flying sword, Kan He's brows became tighter and tighter. Kan He quickly took a divination and calculated the position of his senior sister. However, when he learned the result, his face became even more ugly.

Kan He said weakly: "Have you brought the money before leaving..."

Xiaobei's face was full of innocence and said for granted: "Senior sister hasn't gone down the mountain for decades, how could she bring money?"

Kan He: "…"

The two looked at each other, as if they were thinking of a key issue, and they both fell into a confusion of silence.

People who practice practice have a very long lifespan, and their appearance is not affected. Chu Ruiqing stays in the mountains all year round, and his understanding of the outside world is probably before the second millennium. Her understanding of today's human society is probably comparable to that of the second senior brother. Here, it is easy to mention that their second senior brother is the monkey king on Mount Emei, a monkey, not a human.

Xiao Bei hesitated and said, "Senior sister is so powerful, there should be no problem... right?"

Senior sister Chu Ruiqing has a profound cultivation, and has always been reliable and persistent, and is omnipotent in Xiaobei's mind. Although her senior sister knows nothing about the outside world, she is smart and studious, brave and resourceful, and she will probably fly back in just a few hours?

Xiao Bei and Kan He are going out to chase people now, so they will definitely not be able to catch up with their senior sister. They can only wait anxiously in Yunling Pavilion. Chu Ruiqing, who is not aware of the speed of sword-moving Chu Ruiqing, is comparable to that of modern high-speed rail, and has embarked on a long journey.

In the sky, Chu Ruiqing chased the flying sword and rushed out of the Sichuan-Shu area in one fell swoop. There is an idiom called "A Thousand Miles in a Day", which vividly describes her current situation. If it were the past, she was floating in the air bizarrely, and I'm afraid that some citizens would have reported it and were knocked down by people as UFOs. Fortunately, the provinces along the way were severely smog, and no one noticed the small dots moving at high speed on their heads.

She rode a paper sword made by her junior sister Xiao Bei. The paper sword itself is a practice weapon inside the door, which is incomparable to the hard-to-task real sword. The two sides chased each other for hours, but they still had no choice but to win or lose, but it gradually started to rain around and misty rain.

Chu Ruiqing felt the cool raindrops, and she couldn't help but pursed her lips and rushed forward. The paper sword cannot be soaked in water for a long time, and she must fight quickly!

In the villa in West Jing, the drizzle hit the floor-to-ceiling window. The pale young man with black hair sat in a wheelchair and looked at the flowing water in the distance. His forehead was a little long, his eyes were gloomy, his face was a few traces of illness, his legs were covered with a thick wool blanket, and there was a book called "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" on it.

He listened quietly to the sound of rain outside the window, looked at the rain scene outside and watched the crystal raindrops falling from the green leaves.

The housekeeper stepped forward considerately, closed the slightly open window and whispered: "Second Young Master, go back to the house to rest."

Seeing the sound of rain being isolated, the young man was a little unhappy. He looked up at the butler and said slowly: "I am at my own home, and I am not qualified to choose where to stay?"

The housekeeper hesitated and said, "Of course not, it's just that the wind blows on rainy days, it's easy to catch a cold..."

This sounds very caring, but I don’t know how to stimulate the other party’s sensitive nerves. The young man was immediately furious. He beat his legs angrily and said hysterically: “What does my body like this have to do with rainy days? Even if it’s sunny every day, you can just say it’s gone!”

"Don't you all look forward to it? It's better to let me not even breathe. Only when I die will it be fine!"

"Cough cough, cough cough..." The young man cursed in one breath and began to cough violently. He seemed to be out of breath, his face was bloodless, and he looked quite weak.

"Don't think about it all." The housekeeper showed helplessness. He reached out to hand over the warm water, but was rejected by the other party. He could only worry, "The second young master is in a happy mood, which will help the recovery of his condition."

"Hmph, I have heard of this since I was born, but I have become more and more sick in more than twenty years." The young man sneered, obviously not agreeing. This inferior and weak body, which had bound his freedom for more than twenty years, still has no progress.

The housekeeper sighed slightly. He looked at the extreme and stubborn second young master, and he could no longer persuade him. The second young master was suffering from illness since he was a child and had never tasted a healthy taste. Occasionally changing seasons and changing weather, or willow catkins and sand dust could make him seriously ill, causing his personality to become more and more strange.

The second young master is sometimes extremely quiet, and can read martial arts novels all day long. Sometimes he is sarcastic and cursed irritably when he disagrees, making people around him feel like walking on thin ice. The butler occasionally understands his thoughts, and can only rest in the greenhouse to keep the dry grass, leaving only desolation and despair in his heart.

The young man calmed down his cough just now and suddenly said, "I want to go out."

The butler frowned: "But it's raining outside..."

The young man had no expression on his face, his eyes were as cold as cold water, and he said lightly: "Do you have to repeat it for the second time?"

"..." The housekeeper finally gave in helplessly and said warmly, "Then I will accompany you out for a walk."

The young man said decisively: "I don't want you, just a bodyguard."

The housekeeper couldn't twist him, so he could only repeatedly remind the bodyguards and watch the bodyguard push the second young master out.

The light rain outside did not stop, and the villa area was lush and tranquil. The two were hiding from the rain under the eaves, and the bodyguard stood on one side, and the sick young man sat in a wheelchair. He happily inhaled a mouthful of moist air full of rain, as if he smelled the smell of freedom.

The young man pointed to the grass not far away and suddenly asked: "What is that? Go and see?"

The bodyguard did not see the abnormality in the direction the second young master pointed, and hesitated: "It seems nothing..."

The young man raised his eyebrows and mocked, "So perfunctory me?"

Seeing that the second young master was about to get angry, the bodyguard had to bite the bullet and put on an umbrella to check. Because the second young master was in poor health, he usually walked very little and was safe in the villa area, so the bodyguard was not too worried. When he came back with the umbrella, he found that the wheelchair he was originally in was empty, and the second young master disappeared, and he was immediately scared to death!

The rain drips and turns, and the young man was afraid of being caught up with him. He endured the burning feeling of his lungs and ran towards his destination in the rain. He was not disabled, but he had a serious illness not long ago and went on a wheelchair. Now he ran a few steps and felt uncomfortable all over, but the freedom and yearning that came out in his heart made him cheer up.

What are the illnesses, what are the rest, what are the second young masters, get out of here!

He thought badly and badly, he would rather indulge in his hands and feet for more than twenty years, and then die without regrets. He should not be a sick and weak puppet, and he should run away like everyone else!

He likes the ups and downs of martial arts novels the most, envies the agile skills and strong bodies of the characters in the book, and yearns for the heart-wrenching stories of the world. However, in reality, he is a waste on the hospital bed, and even a gust of wind can blow down. The people around him are asking about his well-being every day, which makes him feel even more bored and unwilling. Why is he the only one who is like this?

He didn't need sympathy, and he was even more lazy to deal with false empathy. He just wanted to burn it happily!

When the young man ran to Takahashi, he was already soaked. He witnessed the beautiful scenery in the rain with his own eyes and could not control the excitement in his chest. In the past, no one allowed him to travel so far, and he could only look at Takahashi indoors, but today he was standing on the bridge.

Even if you die of a high fever tomorrow, there is no regret.

He looked at the flowing water under the bridge, his eyes were shimmering, and he didn't know what he thought of, so he carefully crossed the bridge.

It shouldn't matter if you get a little closer?

As the saying goes, you will not die if you don’t commit suicide. The second young master who was just starting out was too excited and began to spread his wings on the edge of danger. He made outrageous actions that even a kindergarten child would not do. He crossed with no common sense, and finally he was extremely happy and sad.

The bridge covered with smooth moss was covered with rain. He slipped down and left the bridge smoothly and fell downwards!

Buzz —

Before he could exclaim, he felt a terrible sense of falling, and a whirlwind was coming around him.

The next second, he was held back and floating steadily in the air. He stared at a golden sword flying in front of him, and then heard a distant buzzing sound.

Chu Ruiqing carried the person in one hand and carried the other behind her. She calmly stopped on the paper sword and confronted the real sword not far away!

She fought fiercely with Zhenjian for several rounds, but Zhenjian suddenly leaned over and rushed down. She had to descend from the sky, and then saw someone jumping into the river when she saw him. She simply rescued the person. Surprisingly, the ancient sword has now become quiet, keeping a distance from her, and no longer running wildly.

If the enemy does not move, I will not move. Chu Ruiqing dared not come forward recklessly, for fear of stimulating the ancient sword and escaping. Their swords all have certain intelligence, and they are not conscious tools, and they cannot be subdued by brute force alone.

The second young master who was rescued was confused. He looked down in a daze first. As expected, his feet were hanging in the air, and there was a gurgling water below. He turned his head slightly and tried hard to look at the corner of his eyes. He could only see the other party's legs in a white long gown, as if he was a person stepping on a sword?

Second Young Master: Wait, step on the sword, or is it a sword hanging in the air? It seems that something is wrong?

Zixia in "A Chinese Odyssey" once said that my lover is a great hero. One day, he will marry me on colorful auspicious clouds.
Chapter completed!