Fast pass system: hide the boss, please accept the move

Chapter 325 Immortals Are Hard to Find (32)

Delicate and small, luscious sake.

Scattered flowers and eyes, white clothes in pairs.

The master and apprentice drank peach blossom wine in this beautiful peach blossom rain.

"What's the name of that sword technique?" With a random sentence, Qi Yun raised his eyes with some doubts, looked at Shunhua who was twisting a small piece, and didn't realize what he was saying for a while.

Shun Hua took a piece of pink fallen leaves in her hand, and a piece of warm-colored peach petals in her slender hand, like a bit of youth in the ice and snow. Qi Yun was in a daze for a moment, and then suddenly realized that what Shun Hua asked was exactly what he had in the final competition with Shen Wen The swordsmanship used in it.

He laughed and said: "Actually, I haven't decided on the name of the sword technique, but when I was sitting under the peach tree, Luo Ying covered my whole body, I felt it, why not call it Taoyao sword technique. What do you think, Master?" "

The peach is young, the peach is young, and its flowers are burning.

When that sword technique is cast, it has the elegance of this scorching peach blossom.

Shunhua pondered for a moment, then agreed with Qi Yun's idea.

In fact, this sword technique was originally created by Qi Yun. What it is called, he can decide for himself. He asked Shunhua, but he just cared about her opinion.

"Taoyao, that's right." Shunhua chuckled softly, and there was a little more admiration in the laughter, "Ah Qi has created his own swordsmanship before he is weak, even I can't do it."

What Shunhua said was not only Mu Yunan, but also herself.

Self-created swordsmanship is easy to say, but it is actually very difficult. One's own talent, strength, understanding of swordsmanship and vision are all indispensable. It is Mu Yunan who created a set of ice soul that is very suitable for her own ice spirit root Sword art also took shape when she was three hundred years old.

Qi Yun created the sword art at the age of nineteen, although there are still some shortcomings, but from Shunhua's point of view, if this set of Taoyao sword art is completed, it will not be able to determine the heaven-level skills.

Thinking in this way, Shunhua looked at the unparalleled young man in front of him with admiration and...exploration.

Is Qi Yun really an ordinary young man with extraordinary talents?

"Master..." Qi Yun lowered his hand holding the wine glass, looking at the undisguised inquiry in his master's eyes, he felt bitter, as if he had eaten lotus seeds that he hadn't marinated with honey.

He is indeed not a simple boy, he has all the memories of his previous life, he has enmity with Elder Luyi of Ziwei Tiangong, he once even hated the whole Ziwei Tiangong!

His pair of clear and warm eyes gradually blurred, and his eyes were filled with glaring blood again. The ever-present pain of evisceration seemed to reappear at this moment.

"Relax." Qing Lingling's voice emerged in his mind, and there was a cool and soft touch between his brows. His eyes became clear again, and he saw a flawless face that was a little red from drinking close at hand. .

Dai's eyebrows were lightly frowned, with a little anger, and the eyes that had always been filled with ice and snow and a gentle smile were a little drunk and a little bit angry.

"Do you know that you almost went mad just now?!"

"You're only in the foundation building period now, so you want to find a demon for yourself?"

The woman who had never shown emotion and anger looked at him with unconcealable anger and worry at this moment. Qi Yun looked at him, feeling a little wronged in his heart.

"Master, I was wrong."

Shunhua paused, the anger in his eyes calmed down, seeing the grievance in the eyes of the young man in front of him, he couldn't bear it.

Well, no matter what, they are all her own disciples.

As soon as this idea came up, the boy said: "But Master, the nightmare I had was really terrifying!"

Perhaps because of drinking, Shunhua's consciousness was a little unclear, and her reaction was a little slow. Hearing what Qi Yun said, she always felt that something was wrong, but she felt that there was nothing wrong.

She leaned her elbows on the table, her eyes were full of water, and comforted: "Dreams are all illusions, not real."

(End of this chapter)