007 Dian Mingyue

"Yang Zifan!"

The next morning, the genius was bright, and a strange voice outside the house woke up Yang Zifan, who had just fallen asleep.

When I opened the door, it was the third brother Qian, who was in charge of cleaning things just mentioned by the little brother last night. He was holding a gray gown in his hand, and a square face was like a brick without any expression. He said to Yang Zifan, "Change your clothes, follow me and go to the morning class."

"Oh!" Yang Zifan answered and quietly put away Yu Jian, who had been in the palm of his hand all night. He took the gray gown and put on the yellow shirt inside. Then he put on a well-fitting gown and walked out of the room.

Qian San looked at Yang Zifan and nodded and said, "It's quite suitable. Today, I will take you to go to the morning class. You have to do the corresponding morning class before the valley period. Now there are three seats to choose from. One is to go to the dining room for breakfast, one is to go to the front mountain and the mountains to chop firewood, and the other is to sweep the back mountain to sweep the floor. Which one do you want to do?"

Yang Zifan was still not in a good mood because of what happened last night. He casually replied, "I'll go to the back mountain to sweep the floor!"

Qian San wrinkled his nose, looked at Yang Zifan for a moment and said, "Are you sure?"

"Fine!" Yang Zifan nodded. He only heard things like sweeping the back mountain and the floor, and he didn't hear the previous things clearly.

Qian San paused for a moment and still said, "Little brother, you have to be psychologically prepared to go to the back mountain to sweep the floor."

"Yang Zifan didn't understand what he was talking about. Qian San continued to look strangely when he mentioned the back mountain: "Nothing will happen on the back mountain, but there is a prisoner there, so sometimes he will scare you."

Yang Zifan shook his head as soon as he heard this and said, "Brother, I still won't go there. I'll go to the front mountain forest to chop wood!"

Qian San nodded and said, "That's what I think. Come with me." With that, he led Yang Zifan out of the yard and walked all the way west. He walked out of the corridor and turned right through a path. In the distance, he saw a mountain road extending to the mountain.

At this time, it was still early, and there were bursts of fog floating in the mountains. The cool smell smelled in his nose, and Yang Zifan's mood was slightly better.

At this time, he noticed a gray figure in the mountain road in the distance, which looked a little familiar from behind. He seemed to notice someone behind him, turned his head, and frowned like smoke. It was clearly Qinglin. He didn't know why she was in this mountain road.

When Qian San saw Qinglin, he shouted with a simple smile on his face, "Sister, I didn't expect you to go to the morning class yet. Can you help me take my younger brother there?"

Qinglin smiled faintly and said, "I'll take him there. Yesterday's fire is enough for you to work."

Qian San then said to Yang Zifan beside him, "Little brother, you and Qinglin sister go to the back mountain for morning class, and she will teach you."

Yang Zifan hesitated for a moment and said, "What should I do if I go to Sichen Mansion later?"

Qian San shook his head and scolded, "This damn Gu Ming didn't make things clear. The first disciple of the Tianyuan School went to the morning class on the singular calendar, and only went to Sichen Mansion to study in the double calendar."

With that, he said to Qinglin in the distance, "That little sister will bother you today!"

After saying that, he hurried back. Yang Zifan saw Qian San in the distance and said to himself, "It seems that the master's trouble last night was quite big."

Looking up, I saw that the green forest had walked forward in the mountain road in the distance. It loomed and quickly accelerated its speed to catch up and shouted, "Senior sister, wait for me!"

Qinglin did not stop, but slowed down a little.

The two walked for almost an hour. Yang Zifan had Zhenyuan's protection, but now he doesn't know how to use it at all. The mountain road is getting steeper and steeper, which only makes him breathless and his legs numb and tired.

Qinglin, who was walking in front of him, raised his eyebrows, came back, and said coldly, "If you can't walk, just take a rest."

Yang Zifan was relieved. He found a clean place and sat down. He gasped for a long time before he gradually recovered. He looked along the mountain road into the distance. The fog had dissipated and the sky was bright, shining on the Cuiyunping, with a green freshness.

He looked up at the slightly closed Qinglin beside him and couldn't help asking, "Sister, I can't figure out something."

Qinglin was a little lack of confidence when he heard what he said. He opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "Say it, what's the matter."

"Sister, are you also a new Tianyuan faction?"

Qinglin nodded and said, "I'm a disciple of the Tianyuan faction, and I've only been here for a year."

"Then why can you be a teacher in Sichen's house?"

Qinglin didn't seem to want to answer this question. He glanced at him and said, "Only ask one question. Let's see if you have had enough rest. Let's go!" If you can't finish your homework, you won't have breakfast.

Yang Zifan grabbed his head and stood up and said, "Sister, thank you!"

"Thank you for what I do?" Qinglin, who was about to leave, stopped and looked at him doubtfully, wondering how Xie Zi came from.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "I don't know. I just want to say it."

Qinglin shook his head, with a faint smile hanging between the corners of his mouth and said, "Let's go, don't think about it."

However, this really fell into Yang Zifan's eyes. Yang Zifan felt a strange feeling, a little sweet and warm, but he didn't understand what it was.

In his mind, he had climbed up the mountain with the green forest and saw a large strange pine forest under the hillside. Why is it strange? Because these pine trees are only one arm thick.

Qinglin took him downhill, took out two firewood knives under a stone beside him, handed one of them to Yang Zifan and said, "This is an unopened blunt knife. You can cut one every day for the next three months."

"Is it that simple?" Yang Zifan took the firewood knife and asked in surprise. When he was a child in Pingyi Town, he could cut down a small tree. At that time, the strange gentleman beat him up, but he didn't expect that the Tianyuan faction would cut down such a thin tree today.

Qinglin said, "Try it!"

Yang Zifan held a firewood knife, found a thinner one, and cut it with a knife. I only heard it in my ear: "Oh." With a sound, Yang Zifan only felt a huge force on his hand, and his whole body fell to the ground, causing a burst of pain.

"Puff."

The green forest beside him covered the cherry and smiled. The voice was as crisp as a silver bell, echoing in the forest. It was the first time that Yang Zifan heard such a beautiful voice. Coupled with Qinglin's faint but heroic unique temperament, Yang Zifan even forgot the pain on his body and looked at Qinglin with a smile.

Qinglin covered his mouth, held his smile, and said to Yang Zifan, "You know it's awesome, right? This is not an ordinary pine tree, and the thinner it is, the harder it is to cut.

"How difficult is it to cut? I will show it to you!" Just as Qinglin was talking, a lazy voice suddenly came from the forest.

Hearing this sound, Qinglin frowned and showed disgust at the corners of his eyes.

Yang Zifan didn't know who was coming. He rubbed his buttocks, stood up, followed Qinglin's eyes, and saw a teenager in white jumping off the pine tree in the east.

This man's face is handsome, his skin is fair, his eyes are bright, and his sword eyebrows are quite chivalrous. Unfortunately, a little shorter gives people the feeling of a playboy.

He wrapped a jade belt around his waist and a blue sword set with gems on his back. He put his hands on his chest and walked towards Yang Zifan and Qinglin.

However, these clothes did not attract Yang Zifan's attention. Instead, the small black stone under his waist attracted his attention. The stone looked extremely ugly, and the stone skin on it was wrinkled together like an elderly bark. Such a stone is actually tied under the jade belt with a delicate red rope. As soon as he walks, the small stone will be thrown high, as if he is deliberately showing off.

Qinglin glanced at him and asked coldly, "Mingyue, what are you doing here again?"

The teenager he called Mingyue looked up and down at Yang Zifan and said, "I heard yesterday that Tianyuan sent a fool. I came to have a look today. I just looked at it on the tree for a while and it was really a fool. It's just that I can't figure out that your daughter of two immortals was with this fool and was laughed at by him. Isn't this an insult to her identity?

Yang Zifan looked at him and didn't expect such a beautiful child to say such a thing. He stared at him angrily.

This expression was even more funny to Mingyue. For a moment, he laughed and said, "Look, this fool is stupid."

Qinglin raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "If you dare to insult my brother again, be careful with your tongue."

Mingyue smashed her mouth and said, "Tilao hu, why are you so fierce that I didn't say you? No wonder you are a lay disciple. The tutor is so unbearable."

Yang Zifan listened to his heart and immediately rushed up, but he had never learned any magic swordsmanship, and the only Qinglian underworld fire he had used did not know how to use it.

Qinglin's face changed greatly and he said angrily, "Say it again."

Mingyue was not afraid of her at all. She opened her mouth and wanted to continue to repeat what she had just said. Qinglin's handtip suddenly saw a white light array, and there was already a white dagger with cold light on his palm.

As soon as the dagger came out, Yang Zifan suddenly felt cold all over his body, and there was a feeling that he had returned to the far north. The corners of his eyes noticed that the green grass on the surrounding ground were affected by this dagger and curled one after another.

I was slightly shocked and didn't know what the dagger in Qinglin's hand was.

When Mingyue saw the dagger in Qinglin's hand, her face changed, put away her smile, subconsciously stepped back two steps, and said, "I warn you that the disciples of the faction can't fight privately."

Qinglin glanced at him and laughed, "If you don't have the courage, don't show off in front of me. Go back to your Yuzhufeng."

"Who said I didn't have the courage?" Being ridiculed by Qinglin, Mingyue scolded loudly, "If you have the courage, you can also go to the back mountain to get a unique black pebble."

Qinglin looked at his waist, and suddenly the dagger brought out a sword spirit. A trace of anger flashed in Mingyue's eyes and retreated three steps. The sword finger in his hand waved, and the long sword behind him roared, turning into a white sword spirit cut into Qinglin.

The two swords were about to hit each other in a blink of an eye, but Qinglin's body suddenly turned in place, like a dancing butterfly bypassed the cyan sword spirit and cut to the waist of the bright moon.

I only heard a "bang" sound, and the jade belt on my waist broke and fell to the ground. Qinglin raised his hand, and the jade belt was already in his hand. He picked up the small black stone above and smiled, "Is it interesting to hang this broken stone with a jade belt?" After saying that, he waved his hand and kept the jade belt and the small black stone far away.

"You..." The bright moon is as dusty, so angry that he can't speak.

"Haha!" Yang Zifan couldn't help laughing when he saw such a scene.

Mingyue is the only son of Yuzhufeng Qinghui Zhenren. He has been raised like a moon by many stars since childhood. The small black stone around his waist is called black pebble, which is a unique stone in the back mountain of Biyunfeng.

No one dares to go up to the back mountain except for cleaning, because there is a cave called Fuyun Cave in the back mountain. There is an evil man imprisoned in the cave. This person once died in the immortal world. There are not a thousand immortals who died between his fingers, and there are at least 800 people in the immortals, and because of some privacy of the Tianyuan faction. The matter was imprisoned in the cave.

Although he has been imprisoned, his evil spirit is immortal, and young disciples who do not have enough cultivation will be affected within 100 meters of the Fuyun Cave. The heavy ones are in a coma on the spot, and the light ones have nightmares for days. However, the black pebbles are only in the floating cloud cave, so the young disciples in the school often feel great glory for being able to get the black pebbles.

Now, the black pebble has been returned by Qinglin. How can the bright moon not be angry? That's all, but he was teased by a fool. How could Mingyue not be angry?

Mingyue's face turned pale and looked at Yang Zifan angrily: "You fool dare to laugh." The sword finger in his hand had been raised high, and the long cyan sword that had been floating in the air from behind him trembled and made a buzzing sound, turning into a green breeze and rushing to Yang Zifan.

For a moment, Yang Zifan only felt a blue light in front of him, and the airflow drawn by the sword light hurt him. The dazzling light came to his eyes in a blink of an eye, but he couldn't dodge it, and his heart jumped and said secretly, "My life is over."

At this moment, Yang Zifan only felt cold all over his body and was blocked by an ice wall in front of him.

"Puff." The flying sword in Mingyue's hand hit it and was suddenly turbulent, and the blue light on his body flashed. Miso." Another sword body moved forward by more than an inch, and the sharp tip of the sword almost hit his forehead. Yang Zifan fell to the ground, and the flying sword trembled twice and couldn't get in at all. Then he calmed down in the ice wall and remained motionless.

"Mingyue, what do you want to do?" Qinglin's hands condensed into a sword formula, gritted his teeth and stared at the bright moon with the same hands condensed in the distance and questioned loudly.

"Well, this time there is Qinglin's " quenching ice" to protect you, and your fortune is great. Don't let me see you next time." Mingyue hummed, and the sword finger was closed. The long sword turned into blue light and flew back to the scabbard. She shook her sleeves, stared at Yang Zifan fiercely, picked up the black pebbles, and left the small mountain forest.

Yang Zifan looked at the distant bright moon with a blue face.

Qinglin put away the quenching and quickly came to Yang Zifan and asked with concern, "Brother, are you all right?"

Yang Zifan shook his head, stood up, patted the dust on his legs, picked up the firewood knife that fell to the ground, looked at the distant Mingyue and asked, "Sister, what level has he reached?"

Qinglin found something wrong with Yang Zifan and comforted him: "Pigu Zhongpin. Don't pay attention to what he said. He's just a dranky. He doesn't dare to do anything with me.

Yang Zifan nodded, lifted the firewood knife and cut off the pine trees beside him.

The fog in the mountain gradually dissipated, and a few rays of sunlight reflected a color of fine iron on the trunk of the pine trees, reflecting a strange color in Yang Zifan's eyes.