Single Dog Ending System

Nine thunders passed by, as if the dark clouds that were about to be pressed down by Qingyun Peak gradually dissipated.

And the thick smoke billows around the place where the Sword Casting Hall was bombarded by such a menacing thunder, and the thick smoke that can be seen even in the Tianji Department under the Four Peaks does not allow people to peep into the depths of the smoke. .

Therefore, the situation of Yun Jue and the sword could only be judged by the faces of the three Taoist Venerables who were standing closest to the Sword Casting Hall.

But as soon as Zhong Yibo saw that the three of them were frowning, it seemed that the situation was not very good, and he couldn't help but worry about the master.

Nine thunders, the master was not prepared for anything, and defended with his sword with his bare hands. To say something disrespectful, Shizun is also a little conceited. After all, he is only in the spirit transformation stage, and he needs to endure twelve thunder tribulations in the calamity period. However, this is only a sword, but it has to be tempered by nine heavenly thunders. , If one is careless, the sword will be ruined, and if he also perished because of this, wouldn't it be too uneconomical?

Lang Qianxing, who knew these truths well, looked into the depths of the thick smoke, smelled the scorched smell in his nose, and was faintly afraid that it was mixed with the smell of scorched flesh.

Zhong Yibo didn't understand, but he understood. Master just doesn't want to miss every thunder, so that the spiritual power contained in the thunder can be completely absorbed by him and the sword.

He had just secretly meditated in the Sword Casting Hall while Bo Yizhong was paying attention, and had roughly precipitated the surging spiritual energy in his dantian, otherwise he was afraid that he might explode before the Master came out. and die.

It's just that the only thing he doesn't understand now is, is it necessary for Yun Jue to do this? Even if you save him and teach him, you don't need to take such a big risk for him.

Lang Qianxing couldn't figure it out for a while, but he could feel that the sword had really been tempered.

Being able to get the tempering of Jiu Dao Tianlei, this sword is already a divine product. He is not greedy or self-righteous and thinks that the master will really give him the sword, and the spiritual energy he absorbs is already a pleasant surprise.

He just wanted to know what happened to Yun Jue.

Yun Jue... Yun Jue is running naked at the moment, that's right, he didn't even have any cloth strips on his body, and his clothes were chopped into **** by the thunder.

Fortunately, the surroundings were pitch black and no one could see it. He quickly took out a set of clothes from the storage ring for a second, and then stepped out with his clothes fluttering.

"Junior Brother!" As soon as he came out, the three of Yun Feng greeted him.

"Yun Jue, is there anything wrong with you?" Yun Hua looked Qin Lang up and down, and found that his hair was just a little messy, and he didn't see any injuries, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Sang accused him: "You are practicing swords, and you should know how many thunders there are. How can you be so messed up?"

Qin Lang didn't answer right away, but restored the sword-casting hall, which had received space in the last three thunders, to its original state with a wave of his sleeves, and then replied to the three of them: "What Senior Sister taught is that Yun Jue will pay attention. Let the two of you pay attention. Brother is worried."

"That's enough." Yun Feng waved his hand, "Junior Brother has always been measured, but in the future, we should be more cautious. Now that the thunder calamity has passed, what about the sword? Don't you plan to show us?"

Qin Lang lowered his head slightly and held a sword in both hands.

"Chi Yang, the sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs thirty-five taels or seven coins. It swings like a blazing sun." Qin Lang picked up the sword and flicked the blade.

"I remember that junior brother is Shan Shui Linggen, but just now you are holding a Huo Linggen sword..." Yunsang smiled and shook his head, half in anger and half in admiration, "Only you can do this in Tianyun Sect. ."

"Huo Linggen..." Yun Feng looked at the sword in Qin Lang's hand, "Junior brother, your nephew Liu Chen is missing such a sword, what do you like about senior brother, and I will exchange it with you?"

Liuchen is the senior brother of the younger generation, and the heir to the head of Yunfeng's favor. Natural talent is of course needless to say. He is upright and has an excellent character. He will never disgrace Qin Lang, the pure red sword of fire.

Yunfeng is the head of Tianyunzong, there must be many treasures, but Qin Lang himself is not lacking.

Having said that, Qiu Jian is actually just based on his brotherhood with Yun Jue, and what good things this little brother has done before, as long as the three of them speak, he will give it generously.

But this time he refused.

"Sorry, brother." Qin Lang shook his head lightly.

Although Yun Feng felt regretful, he did not ask for the sword again. Maybe Qin Lang kept such a divine product for the twelve nine-day Xuanlei who would transcend the calamity in the future. .

"Junior and brother have worked hard to refine equipment. I have made a few jars of good wine recently," Yun Hua smiled, with a hidden light in his eyes, "Why don't you come to my place and have a couple of glasses?"

"Yunhua, you are too stingy. I am here with the senior brother, but you only invite the younger junior brother..." Having been together for thousands of years, Yunsang naturally knew Yunhua's thoughts on Yun Jue, and smiled between the two. Sweeping back and forth on the person, the appearance and eyes can only be explained by one word - rotten girl.

"Senior sister, I don't dare to invite you. When you come, you have to dig out the wine I buried a few feet deep in the back peak and drink it. After drinking it, you will be drunk for a hundred or two hundred years. Senior brother asked me for someone. What can we do?"

"Senior brother, look at this bad boy Yun Hua is laughing at me again..." Yun Hua, who was always dignified and elegant in front of the disciples, pulled at his senior brother's sleeve like a 28-year-old girl, her eyes wide open. The bad junior brother who laughed wantonly.

The calm and serious Yun Feng also rarely softened his face, laughed with them, and coaxed his junior sister in a warm voice.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Lang returned to the days when Qiu Xuan had not yet ascended. At that time, the old man was rocking a chair in the yard, eating melon seeds and watching his four apprentices joking and frolic.

The elder brother is mature and reliable, and he is good to everyone. Even if he is teased by his younger brother and younger sister, he will not be annoyed. Senior sister is lively and smart, she loves to bicker with Yunhua, and only pretends to be a lady in front of her senior brother. As for Yunhua, the most well-behaved and gentlest looking, he always likes to play bad tricks behind his back.

Time has passed, and Yunfeng is still stable and reliable today, but he is strict with everyone and does not condone. And Yun Sang also learned to pretend to be a person in front of his disciples, and only showed his true temperament in front of his brothers and sisters. As for Yunhua, he still likes to tease people, but he will no longer be seen laughing and covering his mouth.

Qin Lang lowered his eyelids and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. Brother, I want to rest for a few days."

Yun Hua's laughter faded, and the laughter of the three of them gradually subsided.

"That's right, Yun Jue probably spent a lot of time refining this sword, so it's time to take a good rest." Seeing Yun Hua's expression, Yun Sang comforted her without a trace.

Yun Feng: "If that's the case, then we'll go back."

Yun Hua nodded and said to Qin Lang as if he didn't care: "Yun Jue, I'll have someone deliver it to you in a few days."

Qin Lang looked at him: "Okay."

The three Yujian left Qingyun Peak. On the way, Yunsang saw that the smile on Yunhua's face was gone, and persuaded him: "Yunhua, you can't do this. You used to think that Yun Jue was a piece of ice, and it was not easy to use. I used a direct method so as not to irritate him, but he has not melted after soaking in warm water for so many years, should it be changed?"

Yunhua looked back at Qingyunfeng, and remained silent.

"Yunhua, Yun Jue has taken an apprentice, do you still remember?" Yun Feng was not as obvious as Yun Sang reminded him, but he got to the point.

Yunhua looked at his senior and nodded, "I understand, senior."

In the past, Yunhua didn't show her feelings directly, because Yun Jue had a knot in her heart. Although she slowly let it go, she still didn't want to get too close to people. But now that he has begun to accept apprentices, apprentices represent fetters and responsibilities, and it also shows that he is willing to get along with people, and he has really let go.

So if Yunhua really wants to become a Taoist partner with Yun Jue, it's time to show his heart to Yun Jue, otherwise, what year and month will Yun Jue, who doesn't know what love is, know?

After the three of Yunhua left, Zhong Yicai brought Boyi and Lang Qianxing out to meet Qin Lang and congratulate the master on his achievement.

Qin Lang asked the three of them to get up and took out two swords. Although they were not as good as Chi Yang, which was tempered today, they were still of the highest grade, and they were indistinguishable from the swords of the disciples of the other three peaks.

Zhong Yi looked at Qin Lang excitedly, Bo Yi pursed his mouth again and looked like tears welling up in his eyes, but in addition to being excited, he still did not forget his junior brother, and he quickly asked, "Master, then What about my brother..."

Before he finished his question, he was quietly pulled by Zhong Yi. Of course, the master had his own arrangements for his apprentices, and he didn't need to remind him more.

Qin Lang really didn't answer Boyi's question, but said, "These two swords are suitable for your current cultivation level. When you break through Nascent Soul in the future, I will prepare them for you as a teacher."

"Thank you, Master!"

"As for you..." Qin Lang looked at Lang Qianxing, who was still kneeling in front of him. He still had the aura of Tianlei running through him, which was very unstable and needed to be channeled.

"Follow up." Qin Lang sighed and walked towards Houfeng.

"Yes." Lang Qianxing got up from the ground and answered very respectfully this time.

The distance he followed Qin Lang no longer exceeded, he was very disciplined, he lowered his head slightly and did not look at Qin Lang at will, his posture was exactly the same as that of Zhongyi Pingjian in front of Qin Lang, just a disciple.

Qin Lang walks ahead, and is a little disappointed that her husband has become an obedient apprentice so quickly and no longer does anything.

But at the thought of being able to flirt for a while, that disappointment turned into excitement.

Crossing the bluestone trail, the two arrived at the destination, the spiritual spring of Houfeng.

When Lang Qianxing saw the dense mist in front of him, he felt that there was also a mist in his heart. It was still the kind of mist from a hot spring, with heat that made people dizzy.

What is the purpose of Master taking him to Lingquan?

Qin Lang did not disappoint him, and a cold voice came through the mist: "Take off your clothes and go down."

What? Lang Qianxing raised his head, saw Qin Lang's handsome face, and blushed suddenly.

The reason why he didn't dare to look up at Qin Lang just now was because he was afraid that when he saw Qin Lang's face, Qin Lang's lips would recall his shameless dream.

At this moment, when he heard that Qin Lang wanted to take off his clothes and go to Lingquan, he was suddenly struck by something, causing his heart to jump up and down.

No, it's impossible, how could Shizun be...

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Qin Lang frowned in displeasure. He didn't want to repeat it a second time, so he just looked at him like that.