Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

"Why not?"

"I don't care, if I say no, then it won't work."

"Who cares about you." Gu Yuan said lightly, Ning Qingyao turned her head, and grinned at him, "Then this time in the Spiritual Sect Grand Competition, at least you won the top three, is it okay?"

"Why do you care about my ranking?"

"My mother has recently started urging me to find a Taoist companion." Ning Qingyao shook her head helplessly, "It's so annoying."

Gu Yuan couldn't hold back a chuckle.

The entire Eastern Region knows that the Saint Son of the Sword Sect has long admired the Lingzong Luo Guxue.

And Ning Qingyao is the Saintess of the Sword Sect, so she has always been shrouded in the aura of Luo Guxue. Thinking about it this way, it is reasonable for her to have resentment against Luo Guxue, but Gu Yuan feels that Very interesting.

"Laugh! Laugh again and I'll bite you to death!" Ning Qingyao stretched out her hand and began to pinch Gu Yuan's face, probably a little out of temper.

Her mother always wanted her to be with the Saint Son of the Sword Sect, but the Saint Son of the Sword Sect dismissed her at all, he was only interested in Luo Guxue.

Although Ning Qingyao had no interest in this Sword Sect Saint Son at all.But... because of Luo Guxue's existence, she was ashamed.

But she couldn't beat Luo Guxue, and she lost to the swordsmanship that Jianzong was most proud of.

Gu Yuan looked helplessly at the girl's little hand pinching his face, but it was actually not painful. Ning Qingyao pinched for a while before her resentment subsided, puffing her cheeks, "I don't care, Lingzong Dabi, I want you Into the top three."

"why?"

"At that time, I will tell my mother that I have someone I like."

"I have no background and no cultivation, your mother will not agree."

"It's a plan to slow down the troops."

"Wouldn't you be second-hand at that time, which will lower your value."

Gu Yuan was reminding Ning Qingyao that he knew very well that Ning Qingyao was a genius, how could she do such a loss-making business?

"I bet you will shine in the entire Eastern Region in the future." Ning Qingyao's tone was serious.

Gu Yuan smiled wryly, "A useless person?"

"At that time, I will beg my mother to give you the dowry that I originally prepared for me. There is a plant of Campanula japonica in the dowry. As long as you find two more medicinal materials, your panacea can be restored."

Ning Qingyao was talking about it seriously, but Gu Yuan just rubbed her head lightly, without saying a word.

After a while, raindrops landed on Ning Qingyao's cheeks, "Hey, you talk, discuss it, I will give you the dowry when the time comes, after you reshape your elixir, you go to challenge Luo Guxue, ruthlessly If you beat her up, we will owe each other nothing, how about it?"

She stared straight ahead, Gu Yuan couldn't see her face, and of course he couldn't see the cunning in her eyes.

"Not good." Gu Yuan refused bluntly, and Ning Qingyao grabbed his arm and slapped him hard.

Gu Yuan didn't think this would be a one-shot deal.

……

The rain gradually became heavier.

Gu Yuan and Ning Qingyao came to the front of the hut, Ning Qingyao finally moved a chair by herself, lay lazily on the rocking chair, looked at the rain curtain in front of her, hummed an unknown tune softly, Very nice.

Gu Yuan likes this kind of weather very much, so he is also in a good mood.

"What's your relationship with Luo Guxue?" Ning Qingyao asked abruptly.

"It used to be ordinary friends, but now it's about half."

"I think Luo Guxue seems to care about you."

"Have it?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Why, you dare not admit it. You are afraid that you will be slashed a few times by the holy son of the sword sect with a small belly?"

"That's right." Gu Yuan nodded.

This is the so-called sloppy conversation.

Ning Qingyao pouted, she didn't believe it anyway.

The sound of rain was murmuring, and the raindrops in front of him fell on the ground, splashing small splashes, and the air was filled with a faint scent of flowers. Gu Yuan could be said to have planted a lot of medicinal herbs in this Xuanyao Mountain, and now he has enough money in his pocket. I am going to buy some better elixir seeds.

He traveled to this world for 20 years, and indeed he did nothing, but he was able to live a new life.

For him, it is already a very happy thing, he likes such a free and lazy life.

Night fell gradually.

"You should go." Gu Yuan read softly.

"In such a hurry to drive me away?"

"At that time, someone will find out and gossip about you." Gu Yuan said lightly.

"You are such an annoying guy." Ning Qingyao stood up from the chair, turned her head and glanced at Gu Yuan, her eyes seemed a little cold, she turned her head, "Let's go."

So she disappeared into this rain curtain, Gu Yuan looked at her petite and exquisite back, and her fluffy skirt, and smiled lightly.

……

Xuetu Mountain, in Luo Guxue's private courtyard.

"Where have you been?" Luo Guxue raised her eyes, looking at Ning Qingyao who had walked to the door.

"Just wandered around in your Lingzong." Ning Qingyao replied casually.

She came to the Spirit Sect to watch the battle. For convenience, she naturally lived here temporarily at Luo Guxue's place. In fact, the relationship between the two of them is not bad on the surface, and it seems to outsiders that they still love sisters.

Luo Guxue is not good at words, while Ning Qingyao talks too much nonsense.

At this moment, Luo Guxue is wearing white clothes, sitting under the eaves, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of her, and she is practicing calligraphy.

Most of the practice of Lingzong pays attention to the word "Tao", if anyone can really realize the "Tao", then the combat power will naturally increase gradually, and now the words written by Luo Guxue, every one Between the strokes, there is a faint flow of sharpness.

Ning Qingyao moved closer.

On the paper in front of Luo Guxue, there were only a few small characters written on it.

"Three thousand guests are drunk in a house full of flowers."

"What about the second half of the sentence?" She looked at Luo Guxue with a little confusion.

Luo Guxue put away the pen in her hand, "I can't write."

"Can't write it? Then who can write it?"

"Gu Yuan used to know how to write." Luo Guxue replied lightly.

Ning Qingyao was stunned for a second or two, "His writing is better than yours?"

"I'm not as good as him."

Ning Qingyao thought that the two of you were in collusion?Be humble to each other?

Ning Qingyao is not good at this, so she just watched the excitement, while Luo Guxue quietly looked at the rain curtain.

After a long time, it was rare for her to say, "I've already cleaned up your room, go to sleep."

"Come on, let's sleep together." Ning Qingyao moved closer to Luo Guxue, "Sleep comfortably while holding you."

Luo Guxue took a step back, "No."

"Don't be so stingy, we are good sisters." Ning Qingyao put on an aggrieved look, but Luo Guxue's expression was still calm and calm, "You like to move around when you sleep, I don't want to be with you."

After she said this lightly, she turned around and returned to her room. Ning Qingyao watched her leave like this, shrugged her shoulders, looked at the words on the table again, and asked casually, "The second half What is the sentence?"

"There is no second half of the sentence."

"why?"

"Gu Yuan's heart is dead." Luo Guxue's voice seemed a little cold.

Ning Qingyao's eyes became more and more cunning.

... So, what is your relationship with Gu Yuan?

Ning Qingyao suppressed the curiosity in her eyes, went back to the room next to Luo Guxue, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed and watched the gurgling rain outside the window, but thought of the guy who disliked him again in her head.

That guy is a nuisance.

Chapter 8 A Sword

The next day, rainy day, early morning.

Gu Yuan changed into clean clothes and woke up from a daze.

After all, he is now a severe insomniac.

Today is the third day of the Lingzong Grand Competition. When Gu Yuan arrived at the Sword Discourse Arena, it was already full of people and there was no room for him, so he stood in the corner and quietly watched the monks on the stage discussing the sword. road.

There are many people in the Lingzong who use things to enter the Tao, such as piano repairers and painting repairers. These monks are relatively weak in the early stage, but if they all go to the later stage, they are all existences with hands and eyes. Unlike sword repairers, everyone can practice. After a period of time, they still have some combat power, but they really have to wait a little later, and the final competition is the accumulation of talents and cultivation resources.

A sword cultivator uses his body as a sword, wanders in the life-and-death debate, comprehends the most extreme sword intent, and breaks through ten thousand spells and cuts ten thousand enemies with one sword.

But the discussions on swords and Dao on the stage were relatively boring, Gu Yuan was not very interested, he just waited quietly for his name to be read.

Finally, after he got impatient with waiting, he heard his name.

And this time the opponent, coincidentally, is Qin Huan.

Gu Yuan walked onto the stage slowly, while Qin Huan came on stage with Yujian. Today he was dressed in black, with a thin figure, and the spirit sword under his feet automatically flew into his hand.

The rain slanted slightly, and his eyes had a hint of sarcasm, "Why, Senior Brother Gu, you still admit defeat as usual today?"

His voice was a little loud, covering the sound of the rain, so everyone in the audience could hear it, and there was a lot of laughter.

Luo Guxue on the stage sat there silently, while Ning Qingyao had a lollipop in her mouth, looking very lazy, not as serious as Luo Guxue's eyes.

Gu Yuan slightly rolled up the sleeves of his wrists.

He looked up at Qin Huan with a calm expression.

"Not today."

The sarcasm in Qin Huan's eyes slowly subsided, he flicked his wrist, and looked at Gu Yuan, "Why, Senior Brother Gu plans to guide and mentor Junior Brother today?"

"You can understand that."

As soon as Gu Yuan's voice fell, the audience laughed again unavoidably.