Ancient Saint Sovereign

"The younger generation is willing to be taught by the older generation." Xiao Yang bows to Gui Bo.

"No, I can't. If you look at what you've learned and what you've done, you can see that it's not taught by our nine star hall. I think it's lucky for him. In this case, the old man can't be your master. Your master is not my sloppy generation. " Guibo waved his hand and raised his glass.

"But you can be a drinker with me, old man. When you have nothing to do, you can come to me for a drink and recite poems. What do you think?"

"Thank you, master!" Xiao Yang immediately understood the meaning of the ghost uncle, and he was asked to respect the ghost uncle.

For the next few days, Xiao Yang took wine to the library with him almost every day. He specially applied for the job of taking care of the mess room. He exchanged all his money for wine in the wine shop and went to drink and write poems with GUI Bo every day.

The back hill of the nine star hall is also a pine forest. As the weather gradually enters autumn, pine needles are yellow, falling down and spreading on the ground like blankets.

Xiao Yang sat cross legged in the forest, breathing long and steady.

All of a sudden, Xiao Yang's hands beat fast, and as soon as he waved, the pine branches that fell on the ground in the fourth and fifth quarters floated up. With two fingers together, the flying sword suddenly appeared behind him. With a touch of fingers, the flying sword suddenly streamed out and cut off the four or five pine branches.

"Well, the accuracy and speed have been greatly improved. It seems that this month's efforts have not been in vain. " Xiao Yang said with a smile.

For a whole month, guibo didn't teach Xiao Yang any sword tricks, only taught Xiao Yang how to use Qi to move things and pour wine in a cup. There was no other way. But it was this continuous Qi control practice that enabled Xiao Yang to control the flying sword like an arm.

With the constant rhythm of Xiao Yang's hands, the flying sword is like a smart dove in the forest, constantly drawing beautiful arcs.

But as the flying sword flies, Xiao Yang suddenly finds out that it's not right. On the tip of the sword, I don't know when, there is a piece of beige cloth. Xiao Yang could take the sword back in his hand. He turned red and took a breath.

"Ah! Which one is a pervert! "

The sharp female voice came from afar, and Xiao Yang patted the brain door with a painful expression.

"Wan Duzi, I'm in trouble..."

"Which shameless pervert dares to steal aunt Ben's clothes!"

In the forest, a girl rushed out. She was shy and angry on her pink face. Her hair was wet behind her head. She was holding a lotus pink robe in front of her body. She was carrying a slender soft sword and rushed out barefoot stepping on pine needles while yelling and scolding. The two little tiger teeth were creaking.

Xiao Yang was very desperate. There were several springs in the forest, which were very clear. In summer, many disciples would play in the water. But what Xiao Yangwan didn't expect was that it was already autumn, and there would be people taking a bath here. She was still a beautiful girl who looked very small.

"Well, I don't know if it's elder martial sister or younger martial sister. I don't know if there are people here. I don't mean to offend them when I practice my sword. They offend me a lot Xiao Yang put out his hand to cover his eyes. The other hand controlled the flying sword and carried the beige cloth to the girl.

"Wait for me! Don't go The girl grabbed the clothes and turned to hide behind the tree. While putting on clothes, he yelled at Xiao Yang.

"Be reasonable... What's the probability that I'll slip away and not be overtaken by her and then be killed?" Xiao Yang covered his forehead and said with a bitter smile.

A moment later, the girl changed her clothes and came out from behind the tree. Her little pink mouth pouted high. When she came forward, she pointed a sword at Xiao Yang's neck.

"Who are you? Did you come to peep at my bath? "

Xiao Yang quickly raised his hands to make a surrender, with a smile on his face: "misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding. I'm Xiao Yang, a disciple of the nine star hall. I'm here to practice my sword. Feijian accidentally scraped away your clothes. I apologize. I hope this... This younger martial sister doesn't blame me. "

Xiao Yang looks at the girl and finally decides to call her younger martial sister. The girl is shorter than herself. She looks soft and cute. She should not be a senior sister.

But the girl's reaction, however, has nothing to do with her lovely appearance: "apology? Are you new here? Nine star hall, you ask, offend me Lin Xiaoya, which is not pressed on the ground to fight

"Lin Xiaoya... Oh! You are the younger martial sister Lin who is chased everywhere. I've heard so much about you. I haven't seen the real face in the nine star hall for many days. It's really amazing when I see it today. " Xiao Yang lowered his head and said with a smile.

"Why don't you come and compliment me? Look at the sword

Lin Xiaoya's soft sword cuts straight at Xiao Yang. Xiao Yang quickly stepped on his feet and walked away.

"Younger martial sister Lin, are you going to kill me?" Xiao Yang's face sank, and Lin Xiaoya's breath was no less than the eighth grade of zhuankongjing. If he dodged slowly, maybe one arm could be cut off.

"Although I'm easy to get along with, younger martial sister, if you want to kill me, don't blame my people for being ruthless." Xiao Yang picks the corner of his mouth, turns over his hand and holds the green gold flying sword that Lu Li gave him, pointing to Lin Xiaoya from a distance.

"Well? This sword... Are you the one who fought with elder martial brother Tanglin in the qualifying competition of the new core disciples before? " Lin Xiaoya was stunned and suddenly remembered Xiao Yang's performance in qualifying.

"I say you all recognize people by weapons..." Xiao Yang patted his forehead and said helplessly, "yes, it's me. You want to fight, or you want to let me go. Let's be frank. "

"Although you are later than me, you are older than me. Let me call you elder martial brother Xiao. You go. Since you are elder martial brother, I don't care about you. " Lin Xiaoya pouted and hugged her hands.

"Thank you very much, younger martial sister. If you have time another day, please let me know. I'll invite you to dinner to make amends." Seeing that Lin Xiaoya had finished, Xiao Yang put away the reincarnation sword and bowed his hand.

"Hey, don't go yet." Xiao Yang turns around and is about to leave when he is stopped by Lin Xiaoya.

"What else can I do for you, younger martial sister?"

"I'm in a hurry. My shoes are by the spring. Help me with them." Lin Xiaoya pouted and hid her bare feet in embarrassment.

Xiao Yang chuckled, then turned to the direction of the spring.

Not far away, Xiao Yang saw a pair of small soft soled shoes embroidered with butterfly pattern beside a spring. When he saw the shoes, he could not help shaking his head.

"Ha

Before Xiao Yang could react, he got a kick behind him. Lin Xiaoya didn't know when she had already touched him quietly. She kicked Xiao Yang close to the spring.