How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 77
In the early morning, when the snow stopped, everything was quiet.

Beside Liangdie Bay, a boat left the rocky beach and drifted away along the Nanxiang River.

Sitting alone in the Butterfly Viewing Tower, Gan Rong slowly picked up a bowl of tea and blew on it gently.Watching the boat disappear in the mist of the river.

"Young master, Zhu Huan'an is gone."

Nodding slightly, Gan Rong turned his eyes to the side: "Did you find the thief?"

"Never."

Taking a deep breath, Gan Rong closed his eyes and sipped the hot tea in his hand.

When he opened his eyes again, he regained his composure.

"What's done is done, don't waste your energy in vain, pass it on."

"If someone asks about what happened yesterday, they will say that it is the ascension of a true immortal, which is a sign of great joy."

Coach Lu nodded, took out the cheat book, and asked, "Then young master, shall we still go to the Abandoned Sword Villa?"

"Of course to go."

Gan Rong took the cheat book and flipped through a few pages:
"If I remember correctly, this "Point of Magic Hand" should be a copy of the five emperors' secret art that I lost in the early years of the Kyushu League. Bringing it back can somewhat make up for it."

"As for birthday gifts..."

"I'll find another way."

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Green water and blue waves, snow-capped mountains on both sides of the river, the boat drifts like a lonely fallen leaf.

Murong Jingyan was lying in the tent, flicking the little yellow duck's wings to pass the time, and glanced at the bow of the boat.

Outside the canopy, Zhu Huanan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and rested his mind, not sure if he was breathing or fell asleep.

Throwing away the little yellow duck with a relaxed face, Murong Jingyan got up and came to the bow, and sat next to Zhu Huan'an.

"Brother?"

"Say."

"fine."

"..."

Zhu Huan'an slowly opened his eyes and looked sideways.

"you…"

Murong Jingyan hastily coughed lightly, and said: "Senior brother, after thinking about it again and again, I want to ask you for advice. I broke through the ninth layer of earth lock last night."

Hearing this, Zhu Huan'an's expression that was about to explode slightly eased, and he asked:
"Is it because of the idol?"

"Yes."

Murong Jingyan didn't hide it, because the senior brother in front of him was a little different, that is, he didn't seem to care about the secrets he carried.

As long as it doesn't bother him, whether it's his "junior sister" or even the suzerain of the abandoned sword villa, this senior brother will always stay out of it.

Zhu Huan'an spit out a mouthful of white mist and looked at the calm river:
"Do you want to ask, how to practice next?"

Murong Jingyan turned sideways, her senior brother really understood her.

After absorbing the power of the fairy demon from the little yellow duck last night, all the nine earth locks that bound him since then were broken, but after using the meditation again, Murong Jingyan discovered something else.
In my mind, there seemed to be a suspended altar.

The eaves and corners of this spiritual platform are tall, covered with dust, and there are winding and long stone steps under the platform. Even the illusion gives people a sense of ancient times.

But no matter how much Murong Jingyan visualized the Lingtai, there was no response. If there was a change, it would be that his memory suddenly increased after the Earth Lock Nine Layers. He was worried about missing the "Point of God", which seemed to be seared in his mind.

And the concentration of attention also makes Murong Jingyan pay more attention to the surrounding plants, trees, and even the changes in the flowing water. This feeling is like everything is interacting with herself, and she can detect the slightest movement in advance.

Since then, it can be called a master.

"Brother, what is the purpose of this Lingtai?"

Zhu Huan'an shook his shoulders, and the falling snow on his fur coat also shook off. After a moment of Si Nong, he suddenly stretched out his middle and index fingers towards the side of the river, ready to speak.

Seeing this, Murong Jingyan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously stretched out her wrist.

The words stuck in his throat, Zhu Huan'an casually glanced at Murong Jingyan, clasped his fingers together and squeezed that white wrist, cleared his throat and closed his eyes, and said:

"The Lingtai is visible, but it's not that you can cultivate now. It's just a medium leading to the door of heaven."

"Leaves of the Heavens Seal Some people have no hope in this life, or their talents are too low, or they have a hidden disease, as for you"

"So far, have you never experienced a desperate fight?"

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan frowned. Looking back, although she was in danger many times, more often she used her wisdom to overcome danger, but she never fought with life or death.

No, no, logically speaking, the original owner should have experienced life-and-death struggles in the Black Bark Mountain, and the only one who didn't was me.

Can he see it just by pinching it like this?
"That's right, why did senior brother ask?"

"Cultivators should focus on their own training. You have broken through several locks with your ancestral blood, and then rely on chance treasures. In this way, if you don't have faith and fighting spirit, the Lingtai will not respond."

Murong Jingyan was startled, she thought that she could develop indecently all the way by chance, how could there be such a saying.

But after thinking about it, Murong Jingyan was relieved, how could the road of cultivating immortals be so smooth, wouldn't it be possible to raise a peerless master if it was like this.

"Brother, what should I do now?"

Zhu Huan'an quietly exerted force with his fingers, with a serious expression:

"Temporarily abandon foreign things, and go down the mountain to practice more after getting started, or go to the deep mountains and barren hills to kill demons and eliminate demons, or hunt down murderers and help justice, whatever the danger comes."

"When one day you fight to the fullest, between life and death, you will be able to see the door of heaven."

Murong Jingyan narrowed her eyes, that's why.

How come the danger.
Got it!

Find an opportunity to go to a weak state, and then find a bully division of the Department of Defense, and lead the troops of Duotianlou to make a big fuss, and you will definitely have a good fight.

Seeing Murong Jing's face as if I understood, Zhu Huan'an let go of his fingers.

"Thank you, brother, for clarifying the confusion. I know the way to go next."

After rubbing her wrist with two red handprints, Murong Jingyan said with a smile:
"However, I didn't expect my senior brother to be proficient in pulse diagnosis, and I can see my disadvantages as soon as I get started."

Zhu Huanan took out the jug and patted it: "What is the technique of pulse diagnosis?"

"what?"

Murong Jingyan was dumbfounded, and the movements of rubbing her wrists slowed down:

"Then senior brother just now?"

Looking up and taking a sip of the wine, Zhu Huanan wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and said casually:
"Ah."

"Brother, I was just pointing at Jiang Shudao, who knows why you stretched out your hand."

Murong Jingyan turned her head to look at the river when she heard the words, leaned half of her body on the side of the side, and silently put her hand into the blue waves.

"Ayan, senior brother is afraid of embarrassing you, that's all."

Zhu Huan'an got up, carried the jug and walked under the canopy of the boat, and waved his hands:
"It's fine if you don't appreciate it."

The cold wind was blowing at the temples, the river was piercing, Murong Jingyan looked at the snowy and misty peaks on both sides, the sky and the earth were covered with boundless white, as if she suddenly understood what a drop in the ocean is.

It's just that no matter how beautiful the world is, it's too strange to him after all.
Slowly resting her head on the crook of her arm, out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Zhu Huan'an who was drinking in the canopy, and the little yellow duck running over, a smile flickered on the corner of Murong Jingyan's mouth.

"At least, I'm pretty lucky."

If one day, I can truly recognize my brothers and sisters.

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The rabbit is short and black, and the winter snow is getting deeper.

In the blink of an eye, January passed by.

At the end of the Nanxiang River, a huge and majestic mountain gate slowly appeared in the mountain mist.
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