CH 122

Nine heaven thunders ended, the dark clouds that seemed as if it were about to press down on Qingyun Peak gradually dissipated.

The thick smoke billowing around the Sword Casting Hall, which was bombarded by such a menacing thunder, can be seen even in the Tianji Hall under the four peaks.

Therefore, the situation of Yun Jue and the sword could be judged by the expression on the three daozun who were standing closest to the Sword Casting Hall.

As soon as Zhong Yi and Bo Yi saw that the three of them were frowning, it seemed that the situation was not very good, they couldn’t help but worry about their master.

Nine thunders, master didn’t prepare anything and only defended it with his sword in his bare hands. To say something disrespectful, master is a little too conceited. After all, he is only in the soul transformation stage, and in the transcendence stage, he needs to endure twelve thunder tribulations. However, this is only a sword and needs to be tempered by nine thunders but if there’s an accident, the sword will still be ruined, and if he also perished because of this, wouldn’t it be too pitiful?

Lang Qianxing, who knew these truths well, looked into the depths of the thick smoke, smelled a burnt scent in his nose, he was faintly afraid that it would be mixed with the smell of burnt flesh.

Zhong Yi and Bo Yi didn’t understand, but he understood. Master just doesn’t want to miss every thunder, so that the qi contained in the thunder can be completely absorbed by him and the sword.

He had just meditated secretly in the Sword Casting Hall while Bo Yi and Zhong Yi were paying attention to master. He had roughly settled the surging aura in his dantian, otherwise, he was afraid that he might explode and die before master finished it.

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

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

Being able to get the tempering of nine heaven thunder, this sword is already a divine artifact. He is not greedy or self-righteous and thinks that his master will really give him the sword, the qi he absorbed 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. His clothes were ripped into dust by the thunder.

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

“Junior Brother!” As soon as he came out, the trio Yun Feng greeted him.

“Yun Jue, what’s the matter with you?” Yun Hua looked Qin Lang up and down. He found that his hair was just a little messy, and didn’t see any injuries, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yun Sang berated him: “You are also a sword cultivator, 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 Sasting Hall, which was reduced a lot from 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 Yun Jue will pay attention. I make senior brothers and sister worried.”

“That’s enough.” Yun Feng waved his hand, “Junior Brother has always been measured, but in the future, you should be more careful. Now that the thunder tribulation 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.

“Chiyang. The sword is three feet seven inches long and weighs thirty-five taels and seven coins. It swings like a blazing sun.” Qin Lang picked up the sword and flicked the blade. “The sound is like flame embers.”

“I remember that junior brother is a single water spiritual root, but just now you actually held a fire spiritual root sword…” Yun Sang smiled and shook her head, half in anger and half in admiration, “Only you can do this in Tianyun Sect. ”

“Fire spiritual root…” 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 think about senior brother trading with you?”

Liu Chen is the senior brother in the younger generation, and the sect master Yun Feng’s heir. Natural talent is needless to say, he is upright and has excellent character. He won’t humiliate Qin Lang’s pure fire-like Chiyang Sword.

Yun Feng is the head of Tianyun Sect, he must have many treasures, but Qin Lang himself doesn’t lack it.

Having said that, asking to trade the sword is actually just based on his brotherhood with Yun Jun. What good things this little junior brother has done before, as long as the three of them speak, he will give it generously.

But this time he refused.

“Sorry, senior brother.” Qin Lang shook his head lightly.

Although Yun Feng felt regretful, he did not open his mouth to ask for the sword again. Maybe Qin Lang kept such a divine artifact for the twelve x nine heavens tribulation thunder which he will face in the future. He could only blame his apprentice for missing this sword.

“Junior brother have worked hard to refine weapons. I have made a few jars of good wine recently,” Yun Hua smiled, with a hidden glint 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 senior brother, but you only invite little junior brother…” After spending thousands of years together, Yun Sang naturally knew Yun Hua’s feelings for Yun Jue. She looks back and forth between the two with a smile, her appearance and eyes can only be explained by one word – rotten girl.

“Senior sister, I don’t dare to invite you. As soon as you come, you will dig out the wine I buried several feet deep in the back of the peak and drink it. After drinking it, you will be drunk for a hundred or two hundred years. If senior brother asked me about you, what would I do?”

“Senior brother, look at this bad boy Yun Hua is laughing at me again…” Yun Sang, who had always been serious and elegant in front of her disciples, pulled at her senior brother’s sleeve like a 28-year-old girl. Her eyes glared at the bad junior brother who laughed wantonly.

The calm and calm and serious Yun Feng also show a rarely softened face and smiled at them, then coaxed his junior sister in a warm voice.

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

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

Time has passed, Yun Feng is still stable and reliable in the present, but he is strict with everyone and does not condone. Yun Sang also learned to pretend to be a serious person in front of her disciples, and only showed her true temperament in front of her senior and junior brothers. As for Yun Hua, 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. Senior brother, I want to rest for a few days.”

Yun Hua’s smile faded away. The three smiles 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 quickly comforted him.

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 trio Yu Feng left Qingyun Peak. On the way, Yun Sang saw that the smile on Yun Hua’s face was gone, and persuaded him: “Yun Hua, you can’t do this. You used to think that Yun Jue was a piece of ice, so you have never used a direct method so as not to annoy him, but he has not melted after soaking in warm water for so many years, shouldn’t you change it?”

Yun Hua looked back at Qingyun Peak, and remained silent.

“Yun Hua, Yun Jue has taken a disciple, do you still remember?” Yun Feng was not as obvious as Yun Sang that reminded him, but he got to the point.

Yun Hua looked at his senior brother and nodded, “I understand, senior brother.”

In the past, Yun Hua didn’t show his feelings directly because Yun Jue had a knot in his heart. Although he slowly let it go, he still didn’t want to get too close to people, but now he has begun to accept disciples. Disciples represent fetters and responsibilities, it also shows that he is willing to get along with people, and he has really let go.

So if Yun Hua really wants to become daoist companion 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 trio Yun Hua left, Zhong Yi brought Bo Yi and Lang Qianxing out to meet Qin Lang and congratulate their 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 the Chiyang sword, which was tempered today, they were still of the highest grade, and they were indistinguishable from the swords from the disciples in 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 junior brother…”

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

Qin Lang really didn’t answer Bo Yi’s question, but said, “These two swords are suitable for your current cultivation level. When you reach nascent soul in the future, I will prepare another for you as your master.”

“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 heaven thunder flowing through him, which was very unstable and needed to be channeled.

“Follow me.” Qin Lang sighed and walked toward the back of the peak.

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

The distance he followed Qin Lang was no longer too much, he was very disciplined. He lowered his head slightly and did not look at Qin Lang casually. His posture was exactly the same as Zhong Yi in front of Qin Lang, just like a disciple.

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

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

Crossing the bluestone trail, the two arrived at the destination, the spiritual spring behind the peak.

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

What is master purpose for taking him to the spiritual spring?

Qin Lang did not disappoint him. A cold voice came through the mist: “Take off your clothes and go down.”

What? Lang Qianxing raised his head, seeing Qin Lang’s handsome face, he suddenly blushed.

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 and Qin Lang’s lips, he would recall his shameless dream.

At this moment, when he heard Qin Lang tell him to take off his clothes and go to the spiritual spring, he suddenly felt as if he was struck by something, causing his heart to jump up and down.

No, it’s impossible, how could master 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.