Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

Changkong Sword Vein, a natural swordsman.

However, he was wearing the robes of a disciple from another family and was not taken seriously by the Sword Palace.

The non-Buddhist disciple Bai Lanyu stood at the edge with a group of fellow disciples.

She looked up at the master of the devil's way who looked down upon all the other mountains.

His eyebrows and eyes are plain.

"Old goat, your people are bullying my apprentice."

Luo Ye said in a cold voice.

In a word.

But it made the corners of Zhao Huanglong's mouth twitch instantly.

Good man, the bad guy is the first to complain, right?

Recalling the miserable state of his disciple being carried back, the old Taoist couldn't help but shake his head.

That’s quite a few people at the Jindan stage!

As a result, the meridians in everyone's hands and feet were broken, and even the perfect golden elixir was almost shattered.

That’s all, and you’re still bullying your apprentice?

This demon cultivator is so unreasonable!

"Master Luo, it is normal for young people to get injured during a fight. Moreover, in this case, my disciple was beaten up unilaterally by your disciple."

But even though he was unhappy, Zhao Huanglong could only hold his breath and answered in a friendly manner.

"There are a lot of them."

Luo Yeqing spread his hands, without any fluctuation in his eyes; but just this hint of indifference was enough to make all the Taoists present sweat in their white robes.

"Master Luo, can we talk some sense?"

Zhao Huanglong's smile was uglier than his crying. Since he became the head of the sect, he had never suffered such humiliation.

However, Luo Yeqing didn't give him any face. He just raised his hand slightly, and Zhao Huanglong felt a sudden itch on his chin. In a trance, severe pain pierced into his brain.

With just one breath, the beard that Zhao Huanglong had grown for almost half a century was pulled out by the roots; not only the leader, but everyone present was no exception, and they all looked several years younger in an instant, covered in blood.

Wailing sounds instantly resounded through the mountain gate.

But Luo Yeqing ignored him and just took out an ancient staff, stuck all the whiskers of the ox nose to one end, and made a new whisk.

"I don't want a next time."

Luo Yeqing waved his whisk and calmly looked at the group of angry Taoists. Even though his aura was not obvious, he only needed one sentence to make the people in Lingxiao Sword Palace dare not act rashly.

Therefore, Zhao Huanglong let the blood flow from his chin, and bowed his hands, saying humbly:

"I understand, poor Taoist."

However, Luo Yeqing had no intention of paying attention. To be precise, she didn't need the nod of these Taoist priests at all.

Ignore the wailing.

Luo Yeqing flew to Bai Lanyu and extended his hand to her.

"Come with me? Staying here will only waste your talent."

Bai Lanyu never thought that one day she would be appreciated by Luo Yeqing.

He is a great being in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

His cultivation is far more advanced than that of his elusive master.

Not knowing what to say for a moment, Bai Lanyu stared blankly at the hand the other party extended.

"If you want to leave, no one can stop you, and no one can defeat me."

Luo Yeqing snorted coldly.

Seeing the other party being so presumptuous, Zhao Huanglong was so angry that his teeth were itching, and he clenched his fists but could do nothing.

"Bai Lanyu, you are a disciple from another family. If you want to leave, you can do so at any time."

Done.

Bai Lanyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before the girl could react, Luo Yeqing took her to the top of the cloud.

Without stopping for a moment.

The elders were left looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

Among the crowd, Zhao Huanglong was the first to react.

He turned to look in the direction of Luo Yeqing, with a fierce look in his eyes:

"Luo Yeqing, ah Luo Yeqing, the name of Changming Sect has long been ruined by others. When the day comes when the public is outraged, I wonder if you can still be so arrogant."

"You are still a human, not an immortal."

……

Clouds in the sky.

Luo Yeqing held the whisk in his hand with a calm expression.

Bai Lanyu stayed behind Luo Yeqing the whole time, with her little hand gently hooked on the sleeve of the Master of Demonic Path.

"take it easy."

And when the girl didn't know what to say.

Luo Yeqing was the first to speak:

"After we go back, I will find you some medicine to cure your hidden illness first, and then I will give you a few secret manuals and techniques, and you can try to practice them."

"Lingxiao Sword Palace does not understand the potential of your bloodline. This is their loss."

"Since you are following me, there is no reason to bury your talent."

Even Bai Lanyu herself didn't know what kind of bloodline she had at this moment.

However, Luo Yeqing's concise and to the point sentences still made this non-disciple feel warm in his heart.

In Lingxiao Sword Palace, she, a disciple from another family, was never qualified to ask the elders any questions about cultivation. Her status did not allow her to do so.

Even though they were meeting the Grandmaster of Demonic Path today, the elders said on the surface that they wanted to support their outer disciples.

But Bai Lanyu, who was as clear as a mirror, knew clearly that these elders simply wanted to use the lives of the non-Buddhist disciples to fill the possibility of Luo Yeqing's sudden murder.

They are nothing more than dispensable pawns of the Sword Palace.

Because of this, Luo Yeqing's concern at that moment easily touched Bai Lanyu's heart.

At least this notorious master of evil in the martial arts world is not as cruel as the rumors say.

"Thank you, Taoist Luo..."

Behind Luo Yeqing, Bai Lanyu murmured softly.

……

"Sky Sword Vein."

The inner courtyard of Changmingzong.

Lin Li was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully looking at the portrait of the beautiful girl in white in front of him.

The person in the painting is heroic, with a pair of sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, like the most dazzling gem in the world.

There is a pink lotus blooming on the girl's forehead, which looks lifelike.

She held a snow-white sword and danced in the air.

It was clearly just a portrait, but there was an extremely exaggerated sword intent flowing through it.

Even though he was the writer, Lin Li, who was facing the sword intent, was not immune and subconsciously looked away.

"Just by drawing it, the sword energy is so fierce. He is worthy of being the protagonist Feng Aotian in the story."

Lin Li quickly pulled out fur from the side and covered the drawing paper with it, thus blocking the sharp sword edge.

"We have to think of a way. What should we do if we really encounter this situation?"

The eldest brother stood up and paced back and forth, stroking his chin.

But before he had taken a few steps, a sudden sense of clarity in his mind made Lin Li subconsciously raise his head.

"Master is back?"

Sensing Luo Yeqing's unique tranquility in the world, Lin Li hurriedly pushed the door and walked into the courtyard.

Looking up, he just happened to see Luo Yeqing, dressed in a flowing fairy robe, riding a sword.

"Master, didn't you ask me to copy..."

But just as Lin Li was about to speak happily, the girl poked her head out from behind Luo Yeqing, causing the former's eyes to widen suddenly.

Just like the person in the painting.

There was also a lotus bud between her eyebrows, about to bloom.

"Bai Lanyu?!"

03. I am depressed. I have a junior sister.

In view of the fact that the master came and went freely, the lazy Lin Li was caught by Luo Yeqing.

Seeing that his senior brother didn't say a word, Luo Yeqing, whose brows suddenly showed a hint of anger, spoke even colder.

"Lin Li, he is your senior brother, he will take you to familiarize yourself with it, I will go find medicine for you."

Although Luo Yeqing's words were as cold as ice, to Bai Lanyu they sounded indescribably gentle.

In Lingxiao Sword Palace, how could there be an elder who would care so much about a disciple from another family like himself, and even be willing to put himself at risk to find medicine?

In a sect that respects strength, disciples without talent and strength are always the ones who are abandoned.

In fact, even according to the original plot, if Bai Lanyu had not completely awakened her bloodline due to a near-death experience, it would have been difficult for her to become Feng Aotian in the story.

So Bai Lanyu straightened her patched robe, walked out from behind Luo Yeqing, and under Lin Li's complicated gaze, nodded slightly to her senior brother.

"Hello, Brother Lin Li. My name is Bai Lanyu."

When he heard the girl's name, the boy's heart finally died.

It's really her.

The corner of Lin Li's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand and shook it numbly, but it was difficult to fan away the countless galloping horses in his heart.

"Hello……"

What hello.

I should be very bad.

Why on earth are you, Feng Aotian, so idle that you come to my place?

According to the original plot, their first meeting should be at the martial arts tournament two years later.

At that time, Bai Lanyu's Changkong Sword Vein had just awakened, and her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Just then, a criminal happened to commit a crime under the name of Chang Mingzong, and Bai Lanyu, filled with righteous indignation, took action to help.

That should be the official contact between the heroine and Chang Mingzong.

How come the future Lord of Ten Thousand Swords comes to me now?

Master, where on earth have you been?

"What? You don't want to?"

Hearing the embarrassment in Lin Li's words, Luo Yeqing snorted.

"Disciples don't dare."

Lin Li quickly bowed and said.