Starting from the sculpture of Buddha statues in Lanruo Temple

Chapter 119

Another place in the Emei Mountains.

Two swords, one purple and one green, hung high in the air, and when they joined together, the light was shining brightly, and the endless sword intent rushed towards the surroundings like a wave.

The gravel on the ground, as well as the nearby woods, trembled slightly because of this sword intent.

Those who control the two swords are Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying who stand facing the wind.

Ye Lanxue was wearing a sky blue long gown, her skin was creamy and her breath was orchid. Under her long eyelashes were a pair of beautiful eyes.

Her beautiful face seemed to be expressionless, icy and cold, like the orchid in the deep valley, the proud plum in the snow, her eyes were serious, and her white catkin firmly held the sword formula, controlling Zi Ying sword.

Ren Ziying was wearing a light green long gown, her eyebrows were like black hair in distant mountains, and the eyes under her eyebrows were like clear springs between two forests, clear and agile.

Her expression is much richer than that of her senior sister Ye Lanxue, because it is difficult to control the combination of two swords, her black eyebrows are unconsciously frowned, her small Qiong nose is unconsciously raised, and her white teeth are biting lightly lower lip.

Her little white hands were holding the sword formula like Ye Lanxue's, but they trembled a little.

After all, both she and Ye Lanxue have been practicing non-stop for almost a day. She doesn't know how much Ye Lanxue's mana is left, and her own mana is about to bottom out.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly there was a sword cry, and the purple and blue swords turned into a ray of light, piercing the sky like thunder from the nine heavens, passing by a mountain peak.

The next moment, there was a rumbling sound, and a section of the mountain peak that the sword light passed by suddenly collapsed to one side.

The Ziqing twin swords flew back and hung high in front of Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying again.

Ren Ziying finally couldn't bear it and said: "Senior sister, I'm so tired, let's take a rest."

"Okay." Ye Lanxue listened, and didn't have any objections. With a sword trick, the Ziying sword turned into a purple awn and returned to its sheath.

Ren Ziying also put the Qingsuo sword back into its sheath and fell downwards.

She accurately landed on a large bluestone, put the Qingsuo sword aside, bent her slender and round thighs together, and hugged her chest.

Ye Lanxue also landed on another large smooth bluestone beside her, and she sat cross-legged, with the Ziying sword resting on her lap.

Her eyelashes moved slightly, her eyes were closed, and she was recovering her mana while reviewing the shortcomings of her cultivation just now.

Ren Ziying suddenly grabbed a dog's tail grass on the ground, flogged her boots casually, while beating her lips, she complained to Ye Lanxue:

"Senior Sister, I am so exhausted to practice so day and night every day..."

She didn't care whether Ye Lanxue responded or not, and continued:

"It would be great if we were born decades earlier!

"In those few decades, we only needed to spend a little time every day practicing the combination of purple and blue swords. Then what kind of Purdue Cihang and what kind of old monster Youquan have been killed by us long ago!"

Immediately, she thought to herself, if she had been born decades earlier and was now an elder in Emei, she might not have met Li Fengning.

"Oops!" The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she was, it was this old monster from Youquan that came out of nowhere, making her unable to get away, she really wanted to go to Jinhua City to see how Li Fengning was doing now, and become a master sculptor now.

"Senior Sister Ye, Senior Sister Ren, are you lazy?"

While Ren Ziying was thinking wildly, Yu Jian, a female disciple of Emei, flew down from the sky.

After Ye Lanxue heard it, her eyelashes moved slightly, she opened her eyes, and smiled slightly at the female disciple.

As the most gifted disciple of this generation, she does not think too highly of herself, and has always treated others equally.

Because of this, although most Emei disciples felt her temperament was cold, they did not feel that she was arrogant.

"What did you say? Come down and watch!" Ren Ziying said with a "hum" and a smile.

The Emei female disciple landed, and immediately said: "Senior Sister Ye, Senior Sister Ren, have you heard that the demon monk Pudu Cihang has been eliminated."

When Ye Lanxue and Ren Ziying heard about Purdue Cihang, they both remembered the experience in Jinhua City.

After hearing the news, Ye Lanxue showed attention on her cold face.

"Get rid of it?" Ren Ziying's eyes widened, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she hugged her thigh even tighter: "No seniors or fellow monks were injured, right?"

She thought that when she was in Jinhua City, facing the evil cultivator and the eighteen centipedes under Pudu Cihang's seat, all of their monks were almost wiped out. Now Pudu Cihang has been eliminated and besieged the demon monk people may be injured.

"How do I know this?" The Emei female disciple said: "It is said that the news came from Uncle Changchun, he will be back soon, you should ask him when the time comes."

Uncle Changchun... When Ren Ziying heard these four words, another person came to mind.

……

On the second day after the banquet, Fu Tianchou and a group of servants were preparing to go north, Zuo Qianhu and Ning Caichen followed.

Originally, after this incident, Fu Tianchou's team has added two confidantes, one civil and one military, and he should be very happy.

But when he thought of his two filial daughters who had always been filial and uncharacteristically abandoning his old father suddenly, he lost interest again.

"Daddy, have a nice trip!"

Before Fu Tianchou set off on the road, the beautiful sisters Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi were seeing him off.

Due to the etiquette that he had followed for decades, at this time, he should reply with a corresponding blessing, such as "success in cultivation" or something, but he just couldn't say anything.

……

The fifth day after the banquet was the day Li Fengning and Changchun Taoist agreed to go to Emei together.

Yan Chixia bid farewell first, saying that she had other things to do, and left a message talisman for Changchun Taoist, saying that after all, she and Emei had a love affair, and if Youquan Gorefiend came out of customs, he would definitely rush to help.

He also promised that with his supernatural power of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, he would be able to arrive quickly, so that the Changchun Taoist needn't worry.

The little monk Baiyun also bid farewell to everyone, saying that he was going back to find his master, and that he would tell his master about the blood demon in Youquan, Emei.

Li Fengning glanced at the people who were going to Emei, including Taoist Changchun, Monk Kongxiang, Zhiqiu Yiye and several junior monks, and of course, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi.

The monks cast their spells and flew towards Emei.

The two mortals, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi, are being taken by the Changchun Taoist for the time being.

Because the flying speed of these monks was too slow, in order not to fall behind, Li Fengning asked the accompanying little white fox to cast spells and lead him to fly slowly.

As for himself, sitting on the little white fox's ashen aura, he talked to the Changchun Taoist: "Changchun Taoist priest, I wonder if you know the spell of searching for souls, can you teach me a thing or two."

Changchun Taoist's beard was blown up by the wind, he plucked his beard off, and said, "This spell is mostly used by evil cultivators, and few decent monks are willing to practice it.

"However, there are classics that record this kind of magic in the Emei Sutra Library."

(End of this chapter)