Chapter 865

Most of the people in chilou come and go around the forest of swords and steles. There are about 170 people in all. They are all pure swordsmen. Of course, there are thousands of monks who come to the Kunlun Xianyuan assembly. However, the proportion of swordsmen is very small. The rest of them either rest in Yunlou or linger in other places of interest in Kunlun palace.

Even if there are hundreds of sword immortals in chilou, the atmosphere here is very uncomfortable. It's not a library. Although it's quiet, it's more like a weapons room. Each sword immortal has a strong sense of existence, and the same kind repels each other. Even if individuals have a good talk, they still care too much about the environmental atmosphere.

So when a man angrily stepped into the red building, the chatting sword immortals all looked at the main gate. The one who came was Sheng Yan, followed by several shy disciples. Of course, his disciple Qing ningzi was also among them.

Qingningzi looked deep into the red building, and at a glance he saw the dull deer Zhengkang, and the shivering little demon flying squirrel on the wine jar.

She closed her eyes and thought something was going to go wrong this time.

Lu Zhengkang sees qingningzi from a distance. She is wearing a simple brown yellow Taoist robe and has a lovely appearance. He naturally walks over and ignores all the people around him, even stares at Shengyan. To some extent, she is also his mother-in-law.

"Qingning'er, here you are." Lu Zhengkang held the wine jar and just laughed at her.

Qingningzi gives him a look, but it's useless for an absent-minded person. Lu Zhengkang doesn't think she's suggesting some kind of crisis. Instead, he thinks she's playing a game similar to passing on emotions. So he blinks at qingningzi.

Immortal Sheng Yan has been out of anger. She is a naive person, even if it is because of her vows, so she should be naive. In short, she is a person who will not hide her words.

"Prodigal Son, is it you who cheated my apprentice's heart?"

Qingningzi was embarrassed when he heard that, "master, I am willing to be with ah Lu."

Lu Zhengkang just kept blinking and made a face with his head tilted. The little demon flying squirrel couldn't see it, covered his face and curled up.

Sheng Yan's face was straight. "How can you turn your elbow out in front of your master, you little debt collector

All the friars around kept their dignity and didn't openly watch the excitement, but they all stood up.

Feeling embarrassed, qingningzi said in a low voice, "master, so many people are watching. I'll go back and confess to master."

Sheng Yan crossed his waist, "you know shame! Do you know how worried master is about you. I'm afraid that the Taoist priests in Kunlun palace have kidnapped you She squinted and turned to observe Lu Zhengkang's Qi. "Strange little generation, so weak, little lime, what do you like about him?"

Qingningzi is silent, trying to cool down the topic.

Lu Zhengkang seems to wake up. He finally faces Sheng Yan. To tell you the truth, he and the most outstanding sword immortal of Qinglian sword sect have met two times by chance. One time, he wanders along with fudaozi in the brothel, and his spirit floats. Through a sense of the dark, he has a face-to-face with Sheng Yan's sword spirit. The second time is when Chitian establishes the road.

But at that time, he had three heads and six arms, and each face was very heavy, which was quite different from what he is now.

Moreover, after his soul body was remodeled, it was not the original flavor on the Qi machine. Therefore, Sheng Yan had a sense of seeing, as if he had never recognized this person before.

Fortunately, he didn't recognize it. Otherwise, Lu Zhengkang would have to suffer today. Although he can read files, he is in trouble. In recent days, his work has been in vain.

"Are you the master of Qing Ning'er?" Lu Zhengkang put down the wine jar and bowed deeply, "mother-in-law is on the table, and he is worshipped by his son-in-law."

For a moment, some of the people on the scene couldn't stand this foreign look and couldn't help laughing.

Qingningzi pinches the bridge of his nose and doesn't know what to say. A few of her classmates were laughing.

Sheng Yan was stunned. "When can I admit you are a dandy? Oh, Nong is the one who can cheat a little girl. Don't call me mother-in-law. I'm not the mother of little lime."

Lu Zhengkang was dull again. He bowed. He was very humble, useless, and had no face. It seems that he wants to keep bowing until Sheng Yanzhen agrees with his relationship with qingningzi.

This style was laughed at by the sword immortals around him. He was limited by etiquette and didn't have an iron backbone.

Qingningzi pursed her lips. She came out and knelt down in front of Shengyan. "All the mistakes are due to the disciples' disobedience. Let master punish him. Ah Lu is a sincere gentleman. I have agreed with him that we will not separate in this life."

Sheng Yan frowned, "it's a joke that you only swear. You haven't suffered from master yet. Don't kneel down. In front of so many people, you've lost the front of my Qinglian sword sect. "

Others even said: dare not.

Qingningzi whispered, "master, calm down."

"Why don't I be so unkind? Do you know that you must abide by this oath? You will never be separated from him all your life. Look at him, he is just practicing Qi, and his mana is weak. How can he be the one who can accompany you to the old age? There are many disasters in practice and many years to go by. You have failed to live up to master's teachings by making such a vow. "Qingningzi whispered, "I don't regret it."

"Children don't regret what they say, and those who haven't experienced it are not allowed to say that." Sheng Yan squatted down and gently rubbed his disciple's head, "little fool. Get up, master. You'll have to test the boy before you can rest assured. It's said that he is a once-in-a-thousand-year Kendo genius in Kunlun palace? "

"It's just the polite words of my fellow travelers." Qingningzi did not move, still kneeling.

Some of the people around him went out uneasily, but some good people said, "Lu Daoyou is the most skillful swordsman among the Kunlun palace disciples. He understands all the skills of the stele. Throughout the world, looking at the past and the present, there are several people who have such understanding. Their talent is absolutely enviable. He and the green fairy are also made in heaven. Immortal Sheng Yan should not be a stick It's the villain who beat Yuanyang. "

Sheng Yan glared at the man, "my little apprentice, of course, I have to take care of it. You people only know how to pull a partial frame!"

In this way, others will not speak any more.

"You are the most sensible child in the vernal equinox mountain. You have to compete with him on what means he has. His magic power is weak. Don't beat others with your strength. Just look at his swordsmanship level. "

"Yes, disciple." A white man came out of his mother's family, staring at Lu Zhengkang, who was bowing himself to the ceremony. "I'm the deacon of Qinglian sword sect in chunequinox mountain. I've met the Gaodi of Kunlun palace."

Lu Zhengkang's consciousness took time to come back and look after the situation of the noumenon. He quickly closed qingningzi and gently patted her on the back, "I'm here, everything has me."

They stand up straight together. Qingningzi lowers her head. She doesn't dare to look at the master's expression, but she doesn't know. Sheng Yan's eyes are sad.

Lu Zhengkang looked up and down at the polite balance Xuzi. He also made the top grade gold elixir, which is estimated to be the level of the third grade. Although he is expected to be immortal, he can't compete with the contemporaries. He will be the middle class of the school in the future, but that's all.

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "fight sword, that's good, fight sword then fight sword." He took the wine jar, gently untied the mud seal, held the jar, raised his head, and took a sip of the newly brewed five elements wine. There was a strong and clear wine fog all over his body, and a strong light. His magic power soared, almost reaching the level of jiedan period. The red dimple in his sleeve clanged, the sword roared, and the sword spirit reached nine days.

"The third disciple of the 25th generation of Kunlun palace holds a sword called chiyejiao. It's very polite!"