Extra: Warm light

When Xia Yanyi angrily copied the student system 47 times, a dark shadow floated over to cover the sun, followed by Chen Zhimo's gloating and ridicule: "How many times has this been? Can you finish copying before noon? If you can't finish copying, please tell me so that I can go to Xishan to take the exam first.

Xia Yan couldn't stand it anymore and hit Chen Zhimo fiercely: "Who made me copy the system here? Get out of here! If you don't believe it or not, I will kill you with a wind blade!"

Chen Zhimo raised his eyebrows indifferently, dodged the pen to the left and threw the big red bronzing examination certificate to Xia Yan: "Well, your admission ticket, after copying the system, go to Xishan to take the exam by yourself, and I won't wait for you."

"Get out of here as soon as possible!" Xia Yan was unbearable and picked up his pen and wrote an angry letter. Yu Guang saw Chen Zhimo smiling. After his slender body slowly left, he cursed a rude word in his heart.

A among all the students of the Mo family, what Xia Yan hates most is Chen Zhimo!

She was the last disciple of Elder Mo's expropriation. She was just an ordinary student before. She neither learned Taoism nor was good at swords to exorcise demons. Elder Mo found that she had Taoist talent and transferred to Taoist Academy halfway. Then she mastered basic Taoism in the first year, learned to convert five elements in the second year, and directly changed the feng shui department in the third year. As soon as she became proficient in Taoism, Dean Mo was happy and waved her hand to go to heaven and earth to pick swords.

Xia Yan was very surprised when he first heard it, because the world was the holy place where the Mo family sealed the ancient sword. Except for the direct students of the Mo family, he almost never let outsiders enter. Since Xia Yan obtained the qualification, he naturally searched for information endlessly. It was not until he determined the Chengying Sword as a sword according to his own constitution that he entered the world. Wasteland.

According to her ability, as long as she can get a response from the sword spirit, no matter how the land flood appeared in the fantasy of the mountain of fire or the blood pool hell, she could take out the sword. However, when she really entered the flood of heaven and earth, Xia Yan did not get a response. In the still fantasy of time, she only heard a laugh, followed by a joking voice.

"I said, before you came in, didn't anyone tell you that Chengying had made a contract?"

When Xia Yan heard the words, it was like being struck by lightning, and even his whole soul emitted smoke. Most of the sword spirit is stubborn and indifferent. Once it is determined that the master is no longer the owner, and this is not the key. In addition to the stubbornness and indifference, the sword spirit is also very arrogant. It is often disdainful of summoners or heartless summoners that do not suit their own wishes - such as calling other sword spirits in front of them to seek a marriage. If she changes her mouth at this time, she calls Other sword spirits were rejected without thinking, so they were desperate to be depressed in the fantasy. It was not until someone in front of her took her hand and stuffed some kind of sword-like thing into her hand that she rushed out of the world with a sword in a panic.

Later, she learned that the person who laughed at her at that time was Chen Zhimo.

Later, she found that she actually took a rust sword out.

The combination of one and two is an incomparable tragedy, which makes Xia Yan always unable to raise his head when he walks out of the world. I wanted to sneak through the back door when everyone was not paying attention, but I was caught by the elder and asked with a friendly smile, "Which sword did Xia Yan choose?"

Then came Chen Zhimo's voice of contempt to death: "Do you still choose a sword? He didn't even know that Chengying had formed a contract with someone. When he entered the door, he shouted 'Chengying Chengying' and said, 'I admire your posture and look forward to your ability. Please make a contract with me. After being kindly reminded by me, she casually grabbed the sword and rushed out of the door. What kind of sword do you expect her to choose?"

The whole hall laughed, and even the corners of the lips of the thirteenth sister who had just returned to visit her relatives rose slightly. Xia Yan recognized that the sword spirit next to her was Chengying, and he was suddenly too ashamed to find a hole to drill in. She turned around and stared at Chen Zhimo fiercely. The other party was looking back indifferently. In an instant, the beam took over.

Xia Yan doesn't like to hold grudges. Although Chen Zhimo made a fool of herself, her attitude towards boys is still dominated by staring and hiding. Occasionally, in the actual class, she will hold "What's wrong with private revenge!" The concept of fighting with Chen Zhimo. Unfortunately, there was no win or lose, which deepened her hatred for Chen Zhimo, so she wanted to embarrass Chen Zhimo in the actual combat class. This time, she dug a pit in the drill ground with props on her back at noon. As soon as the trap was halfway through, she heard a leisurely voice behind: "What are you doing?"

Xia Yan didn't raise his head and casually replied, "Dig a trap to make Chen Zhimo."

After saying that, he found that there was no response behind him. Looking back, he looked at Chen Zhimo's smiling expression and the elder's deep eyes with a twisted beard. Only the idea of "God wants to kill me" flashed in his heart, and then the decision to copy the student system 50 times was thrown down so gorgeously.

Xia Yan copied it softly, and it was not until 11 o'clock that he finished copying the last student system. She handed over the copy board quickly, twisted the rust sword and rushed to Xishan to prepare for the exam.

The induction boundary at the entrance is open, and there is a note on the pear tree next to it.

Xia Yan walked over and looked at it and saw several big characters written on it:

You write too slowly!

I haven't seen you for a long time, so I cleaned up the flower tree demon on the straight road first.

Don't thank me too much. Chen Zhimo, a warrior of love.

"Fuck your beloved warrior!" Xia Yan was so angry that he kneaded the note into a ball and threw it into the grass with a wave of his left hand.

"Who wants to take the road you cleared! Won't I go up the mountain myself?"

After saying that, he took out the admission ticket, shook towards the induction boundary and went into the mountain.

There are two roads up the mountain. Chen Zhimo's straight line is the closest, and the other one is behind the mountain.

Originally, Chen Zhimo opened the road, and Xia Yan would be much easier to pick up the mountain, but he left a note at the entrance. Xia Yan was so angry that he would go up the mountain from behind.

This road is not easy to walk, and the left and right are full of shrubs. Xia Yan just climbed halfway and met a tree spirit blocking the way, and two rattans as thick as wrists attacked Xia Yan like whips in the blink of an eye.

Xia Yan jumped back and quickly jumped away, followed by the two wind blades of the spell. The moment he cut off the vine, he suddenly saw that the road under his feet cracked, followed by countless dormant vines protruding from the cracks.

She had no landing point in mid-air, so she could only take advantage of the situation to step on the nearest rattan and jump away. Yu Guang saw that there were countless rattans rushing towards her in the cracks of the ground, and this time there was quite an ambush behind, and her heart was half cold.

Only she and Chen Zhimo took the Xishan practical exam. Except for Chen Zhimo, who went up the mountain ahead of her, there was no one else in the whole Xishan. This road is far from the right road. Even if Xia Yan has the intention to call for help, no one will arrive in a short time. In addition, the trees in this area have poured out. If she wants to get out of her predicament, she can only fight hard.

Xia Yan secretly cried bitterly and wanted to use fire for fear of causing a fire. While hesitating, the rattan below had wrapped around her feet. Xia Yan only felt that his ankle was tightened, and then he was dragged down by a burst of tension.

Oh no! Will be involved in the attack circle!

Xia Yan was shocked and held down the scabbard and was ready to draw his sword. In the blink of an eye, he saw a rattan stick sticking out from the left side, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled her left hand holding the scabbard open. The girl turned several times upside down by the rattan in the air, and before she could react, she saw several poisonous snake whips attacking her.

- If this whip continues, I'm afraid that if the skin is as thick as yourself, you will lose half of your life.

It's too late to recite the spell and attack with fire. Xia Yan can't avoid it now. He can only watch the rattan whip wave towards him, but a dark shadow quickly flashed in front of her eyes. Xia Yan didn't have time to react. The next second, he saw the rattan wrapped around his ankle broken, and the thick wind barrier was in her eyes. Rising forward, even his falling self was firmly caught by Chen Zhimo: "Aren't you dead?"

"...no." Xia Yan was stunned for a moment and shook his mind before he realized, "Why are you here?"

"I waited on it for a long time and didn't see you coming, so I came down and have a look." Chen Zhimo put down Xia Yan and looked at the tree spirit in front of him and frowned: "Why did you go up the mountain from behind?"

Xia Yan hesitated and didn't dare to answer. It can't be said that she deliberately went up the mountain from behind to show off her prestige for a while, right? Let's talk about this later. Do you have a breakthrough in this situation now?

Because against the light, the sun brushed Chen Zhimo's hair from top to bottom. He seemed to smile. His beautiful side face and slightly raised lip corners were also outlined into a clear and complete picture by light, from dots to line, and finally showed in front of Xia Yan: "What's so difficult?"

He slowly raised his eyebrows, pointed his right hand and pointed his sword forward. A large piece of rattan was immediately cut off, followed by Chen Zhimo's light flame spell: "The Tianluo of Vientiane, the tree rises a thousand heavy flames!"

The trees all over the mountains were suddenly covered by flames, and they looked at the green trees waving branches and fleeing around. Chen Zhimo slowly turned around and looked at Xia Yan in a red-green contrast, and the corners of his lips raised a shocking smile: "How about it? Isn't it simple?"

"It's immoral to set fire to the mountain." Xia Yan looked at Chen Zhimo contemptuously, and was coldly interrupted by him before he finished the second half of the sentence: "Before pursuing my problem of burning the mountain, how about discussing your problem from the back mountain? Didn't you see the note I left, or did you deliberately go up the mountain from behind?

Xia Yan opened his lips and said nothing. Chen Zhimo looked at her, and his eyes slowly cooled down: "I pasted the note on the pear tree next to the induction boundary. You can't see it when you enter the Xishan exam. Xia Yan, did you deliberately go up the mountain from behind?"

Xia Yan said "er" and just wanted to reply, but Chen Zhimo frowned. His ink jade-like eyes stared straight at her. In a trance, Xia Yan gave birth to a sense of high pressure on his back. He said, "You are not a fool. You should know the difficulty of the completion test. The elder asked me to complete the course with your partner to ensure our safety. Instead of clearing the road where I have cleared the roadblock, did you carry me up the mountain from behind you? Is it because you are too confident in your own ability, or do you want to experience what happened in the Yuxu Pavilion test again?

Xia Yan's face changed dramatically in an instant, first black and then white, and finally turned red little by little.

The Yuxu Pavilion test is a stain in her academic career, and it is also a mistake she made because of arrogance when she was young and ignorant. At that time, the nine-tailed fox was ambushed by the six masters of the Taoist Academy. After being seriously injured, she fled to the Yuxu Pavilion in Biluo Mountain to hide. Although the six masters who participated in the war wanted to pursue, they had to stop first because of excessive spiritual power consumption. Therefore, Elder Mo gave instructions to Xia Yan, asking her and Chen Zhimo to lay a boundary outside the Yuxu Pavilion, first stop the demons who wanted to save the nine-tailed fox and then wait for them to come to chase them. However, Xia Yan received the instructions and did not obey the order, and turned to go to the Yuxu Pavilion by himself.

Of course, she did not inform Chen Zhimo. She only brought a rusty sword and a few dozen Taoist charms and began to lay the array. The doorboy saw that her array was unfamiliar and the boundary was not solid, so he immediately proposed: "Did Elder Mo only send you here?" Questions.

Xia Yan didn't think so. He only said, "It's useless to call that idiot," but the boy corrected his face in an instant and looked at Xia Yan and said almost seriously, "Let's call him here. With your current ability, it is absolutely impossible for the boundary to block hundreds of ghosts."

As soon as Xia Yan heard this, he wanted to refute, "Can the boundary made up by Chen Zhimo's stupid man block hundreds of ghosts?" But before she came to speak in a hurry, the strong door of the main house was "banged" by hundreds of ghosts from the outside, and countless little demons rushed towards them. Xia Yan was stunned and did not turn back. When he came over, he saw the boy next to him with his hands and pinched out the defensive barrier. Although the face of the guardian boy who had been following the Mexican elders for nearly a thousand years was calm, his voice was obviously cold: "Although it's not appropriate to say so, please be prepared to step into the gate of Huangquan with half a foot."

Xia Yan opened her eyes almost instantly, and instinctively held the rust sword at her waist with her right hand. She wanted to speak but didn't say anything. Of course, she remembered the end of the battle of Yuxu Pavilion. The demons broke through the boundary and rescued the nine-tailed fox inside and outside. Although she was saved in the Yuxu Pavilion without danger, but because of strictness His dereliction of duty was locked in a small dark room by the elder for a month. Now he sees Chen Zhimo talking about the past again. Although Xia Yan is unwilling, he still bites his lip and accepts Chen Zhimo's criticism: "I'm wrong."

"It's good to know that you're wrong." Chen Zhimo rubbed her head and didn't take her seriously. The brick looked at the top of the mountain and said, "Let's go up the mountain first. The elder said that the boss will appear on the top of the mountain at 12 noon. I'm worried that I don't have enough time for the exam if I go late."

Xia Yan looked down at his watch. The time was approaching 12 o'clock. He didn't say much at the moment. He nodded and dragged Chen Zhimo up the mountain: "Did the elder say what we were fighting this time?"

Chen Zhimo looked at the notice and slowly looked forward two seconds later: "There is nothing on the notice."

"What's written on it?" Xia Yan pulled the notice in Chen Zhimo's hand and said:

Exam time: 10:00-18:00 on the 19th.

Exam content: It's too complicated to skip it directly.

Note: Please cheer up.

"..." Xia Yan weakly put together the invitation in his hand, and his eyes were full of Xiao Shi who wanted to beat people: "Does the dean want us to stand here and wait for the boss to come and fight directly? Even if it's a practical class, at least it will reveal some surprise content to us, right?

Chen Zhimo didn't answer, but slowly looked up at the southeast, and his beautiful eyebrows slowly frowned: "No... I already know what to fight."

Xia Yan raised his head in his direction, and the wind around him suddenly became clear, mixed with windy humidity. Black clouds spread from the direction of her sight. The sun changed with the color of the sky there, and the air at the top of the mountain gradually began to get wet. Thunder and lightning and cumulonimbus clouds surrounded the sky, nearby. More gloomy darkness oozes out.

Xia Yan opened his lips and wanted to speak, but Chen Zhimo next to him gave the answer first: "It's Fenglong."

He looked back at Xia Yan, who was almost dumbfounded, and his expression slowly became solemn: "Is it a difficult guy for you to deal with?"

It is an ancient dragon that lives in the clouds. It has been born in the wind for generations. Because it is accompanied by heavy rain clouds all year round, it can manipulate rain and wind.

The attack method that Xia Yan is good at happens to be the harmony of wind and water, and the Taoism of feng shui.

So her good attacks are completely useless in actual combat, and even defense and assistance can't help. Chen Zhimo looked at Xia Yan, who was completely stunned, thought about it for a while, and finally sighed: "You can attack in the back. Even if you can't cause damage to Fenglong, you can interfere with its attack."

Xia Yan had no choice but to nod and retreat to the boulder. Chen Zhimo's attack was different from her. He had not deliberately practiced any kind of Taoism. He only needed to mobilize the airflow and inherent elements in the air to launch an attack. In addition, he added that the speed of casting spells was much faster than ordinary people. Naturally, he was the most reliable comrades-in-arms on the battlefield. .

So from afar, Xia Yan watched Chen Zhimo calmly avoid the attack of the wind dragon behind the boulder, and then figured out the attack mode of the wind dragon in several rounds of battle, and then summoned the flame sword to attack the wind dragon. His whole body was as elegant as a god.

It also seems useless to hide behind the boulder and watch.

Xia Yan was a little anxious, and there was still a faint unwillingness in his heart. There is no way for her to attack Fenglong, but she can't cause damage, so she chanted a spell and pinched out the bow and arrow array. The flame that ignited out of thin air immediately converged into a bow and arrow in her hand. Xia Yan held the handle of the bow with his left hand and pulled away the bow string with his right hand between aiming. When the wind dragon avoided Chen Zhimo's attack and returned to the sky, Xia Yan released the bow and arrow at the moment when Gu Long stopped.

"Sw--" broke the air.

Then passed by the wind dragon.

Xia Yan was stunned and didn't react for a while, but the next second he saw the wind dragon rushing towards her angrily.

Xia Yan had no time to jump back, but Chen Zhimo in front of him suddenly rushed to her side at a faster speed than the wind dragon. While laying a defensive boundary, he took her back to the boulder and scolded her as a fool: "Are you stupid brain kicked by a donkey? What are you doing jumping out?! Tired of living, I want to be sent to Fenglong but the bridge to be reincarnated?!"

Xia Yan knew that he was wrong, lowered his head and argued in a low voice: "I didn't expect it to dive at that moment. I saw that you played very fiercely and wanted to help. How could you know that it would suddenly move?

"The question is that you are completely holding me back, okay?" Chen Zhimo was angry and anxious. Seeing Xia Yan's aggrieved face, he sighed, and then raised his hand and rubbed his temples. "Forget it, although you are completely... as a teammate, I don't care about you in order to pass the graduation exam."

What do you mean by the ellipsis of "not enough to fail" in your tone? Do you really think I can't hear it?

Xia Yan put up with it, but finally couldn't help it. He summoned up the courage to refute: "Don't say that I'm a teammate like a pig, okay? I just can't play a role in the wind dragon. When I meet the fire dragon, I have been swung my sleeves for a long time, and it's your turn to attack?"

"The question is, can't you really play a role?" Chen Zhimo interrupted Xia Yan's words. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword in Xia Yan's hand, and his voice slowly became low: "Look at my eyes and tell me that you really can't launch an attack?"

The wind outside the boundary stopped for a moment.

Then the sound of the wind dragon suddenly hitting the boundary. Xia Yan and Chen Zhimo turned their heads to look at the wind dragon at the same time. The translucent boundary was making a crisp crack, and a slight wind came intermittently from the outside and soon condensed into a less obvious frost on the skin. Chen Zhimo immediately frowned: "The boundary is almost unstoppable."

"So fast?!" Xia Yan was shocked and stared at the place where the wind dragon hit. Obviously, there were obvious cracks on the edge of the boundary. According to this ferocious attack, the burst was probably a blink of an eye.

After thinking about it, she felt that she could not fight against Fenglong with her own ability, so she calculated that she would go back and write "was" on the make-up examination application. Chen Zhimo suddenly frowned, turned around and looked ahead and said, "There's nothing we can do. Let's fight back."

Xia Yan suddenly jumped up as if he had been electrocuted: "Are you crazy? Do you still want to fight Fenglong?"

"Don't you want to?" Chen Zhimo looked at her sideways, and Xia Yan immediately shook his head into a rattle: "No! I'm going to apply for a make-up exam! Because I can't beat the dragon!"

Chen Zhimo was silent and said nothing.

Xia Yan directly took his reaction as acquiescence. With his rusty sword on his back, he was ready to pull Chen Zhimo down the mountain. Unexpectedly, Chen Zhimo stood and did not move. Instead, he asked lightly to meet Xia Yan's eyes and asked, "Do you really think you can't beat Fenglong?"

"Otherwise? Do you think I can fight? Xia Yan's eyes are more serious than him.

Chen Zhimo didn't say anything, but looked at her slightly, and his eyes turned cold: "Then why did you bring your sword out?"

Xia Yan turned his eyes to the sword in his hand and was stunned and said nothing.

No one believes that this is really a rusty iron sword. Xia Yan knows that the ancient sword that has not received the blessing of the gods will not enter the temple of the Mo family.

She doesn't know many swords. Except for the distinctive Chengying swords, other swords are probably not recognized by Xuanyuan, so she doesn't know what kind of sword it is, and doesn't know its origin and characteristics, but she only got it in the wilderness of heaven and earth, so she brought it out.

She still remembers the day she got it, she entered the room where the ancient sword was sealed in the bright sunlight. The black wood Xuanmen separated the inside from the outside, and her eyes were full of chaos. She was dizzy in the fantasy, and there was a corridor in the dark, which was long and far away, as if it was going to lead to a place forever.

She did not dare to walk around, so she stood still and called for Chengying in the unpredictable fantasy. As a result, she received no response except for Chen Zhimo's ridicule. In despair, she stretched out her hand indiscriminately, but was pulled by the moment when the world turned into a dark silhouette, and then stuffed some kind of sword-like object.

And what she touched at that time was this rusty sword that was laughed at by thousands of people.

But at that difficult and embarrassing time, only it responded to her call. Even if it was just a rusty sword, it did not refuse to change owners after being stuffed into her hands by the man, so she insisted on taking it and never gave up wherever she went.

After all, for Xia Yan, who has been eager to fight with his sword since he was a child, no matter how rusty the sword is, she will not hate it.

But the reason why she never drew her sword... Xia Yan raised his head and looked at Chen Zhimo quietly. The boy did not say anything, but only looked at Xia Yan quietly. His eyes were soft and clear, and his dark pupils showed encouragement and affirmation. Xia Yan clenched his lips under his gaze, and finally showed an extremely shocking bitterness in his eyes: "It's not that I don't want to use a sword..."

She sucked her nose, took a deep breath and shouted, "I'm metal allergic and can't touch the sword for a long time!"

- At that moment, Chen Zhimo's expression was like a thunderbolt! The three souls and seven souls flew along the rising smoke one after another. Until the wind dragon launched an impact on the boundary again, and the unbearable boundary made a fragmented sound in the loud noise. Chen Zhimo came to his senses from the shock: "Don't you idiot even know to buy a pair of gloves?"

"I didn't hear that I can still wear gloves and swords!" Xia Yan's answer was simply righteous.

Chen Zhimo was completely speechless. He sighed on his forehead and looked up again after nearly a minute. His expression was sad and happy, which made people unable to tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh: "Forget, the boundary is about to break, and now there is no way to escape. I'll help you."

"How can I help?" Xia Yan looked sideways at him and saw Chen Zhi smile silently, and then replied concisely, "Just borrow my sword."

Xia Yan was stunned.

But listen to Chen Zhimo said, "Fenglong must be a full blow next. We can't escape or fight against it. We can only fight with the magic sword in your hand. If this is really the ancient sword you brought from the flood of heaven and earth, you can definitely repel Fenglong with one blow, provided that you know its name."

The boy paused and looked at Xia Yan and asked, "Do you know its name?"

Xia Yan bent his lips slightly: "What do you think?"

"...I'll just think you know." Chen Zhimo was powerless to touch his forehead, and then looked back at the front. After a short silence, he turned the corners of his lips and quickly recited spells. The wind around him suddenly became fierce, and light gathered to Xia Yan's side, and soon formed a flying golden butterfly.

Xia Yan can hear Chen Zhimo's voice.

A slight, deep, spell-like voice.

It is obviously inaudible, but it forms undulating tides in the continuous wind, sweeping all the particles into the center of the storm:

"I swear here--

He tilted his head slightly in the direction of Xia Yan and was in the headwind. Reach out your hand to Xia Yan, hold Xia Yan's hand and slowly open your mouth:

"I would like to turn into a sword to cut off everything and give this body to you. I would like to make a contract with you, cut off all the sins and goodness in the world for you, and protect this life for you, and resist all the nonsense and evil thoughts around you.

The rust sword vibrated.

Then the light converges.

It's like splitting all the haze between heaven and earth, the chaos is cut open by the light, the darkness finally loses the shadow that can be hidden, and is involved in the dazzling light by the approaching wind. Xia Yan heard Chen Zhimo's voice in the dazzling light, as solemn as an oath, and like a whisper between lovers--

"Wake up, my heavenly beast."

The prosperous world suddenly dispersed like floating clouds, and only the instant shining light penetrated the sky. After the dazzling light, there was no Chen Zhimo's figure in front of her. Only the golden sword floated in front of her eyes, and the wind dragon roared in the air, like an invitation to die. Xia Yan looked at everything in front of her and suddenly remembered the night when the cherry blossoms fell two years ago. She was taken away by Chen Zhimo from the light. The scene when the cabinet was rescued--

Chen Zhimo appeared with the glare.

When the ghosts and the demons first hit the defensive boundary of the guardian child, the rusty sword at Xia Yan's waist shook up. Before Xia Yan's reaction, the dazzling light suddenly burst in front of her eyes, and then tens of thousands of wind blades and ice piercing fire needles scattered from the light and repelled the demons in an instant.

Xia Yan opened his eyes in astonishment, but in an instant, he saw Chen Zhi standing in front of her indifferently. Instead of facing her, he stood straight in front of her, blocking the glare and telling her word by word, "Instill all your spiritual power on the sword. Believe it, it can resist hundreds of ghosts."

Xia Yan did not say anything, but her eyes slowly condensed, and the dazzling light was gradually dissipating. The second wave of demons that rushed up at that moment. Once the boundary of the guardian boy was broken, she could not compete with all her spiritual power, so Xia Yan bit her lips tightly and looked fixedly. Chen Zhimo glanced at it, and then reached out and pressed the sword.

- just like now!

Xia Yan clenched the hilt of the sword and poured all his strength into the sword. Without hesitation, there was no mystery. She just looked up at the wind dragon, and then raised the sword of the master against the attack of the wind dragon to dispel the momentum of the storm and black clouds hovering overhead, and shouted the spell that brought victory--

"Give me all the beliefs."

"I will use you to cut through the dark sky, defeat all the enemies in front of my eyes, and make the world submit to our feet."

"The sword of my oath - Moyang!"

The strong light suddenly turned into a wave and rushed to the sky, blowing the oncoming wind dragon out of the clouds. The black clouds were washed out of a broken hole in the sky, and the sunlight slowly penetrated to the ground after the storm disappeared. Xia Yan stood still and held his sword until Chen Zhimo's voice sounded behind him that he looked back: "Is the exam over?"

Chen Zhimo nodded.

Xia Yan did not speak any more, but just looked at him fixedly. Chen Zhimo was coming towards her. The warm yellow sun brushed his hair from the sky, which made his side face extremely soft and strange. The cherry blossoms fell from his shoulders. After being blown away by the wind, it was like some kind of enlightenment to uncover the puzzle, which made Xia Yan's brain in the blink of an eye. The chaotic speculation in the sea became clear.

Xia Yan suddenly laughed. Just as Chen Zhimo was about to walk to him, he shouted at him: "Moyang."

The boy paused and his voice was as cold as ever: "What's the matter?"

Xia Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, smiled in a shallow arc, and then softened his tone: "Thank you for taking care of me and accompanying me all the time."

The teenager's body suddenly became stiff.

But it was only a short moment, his stiff shoulders gradually softened, and his voice became vague in the flowing air: "What are you talking about? I'm with you, but I take care of you or something... Are you stupid by the wind?"

"Do you have it?" Xia Yan looked at Chen Zhimo with a smile. His voice remained unchanged, but it was like honey glued together, which made people feel a weak frustration.

"Isn't that your real name, Moyang?"

In fact, she knows that the flood of heaven and earth will not let people enter at will. Even the direct students of the Mo family can only enter in order after obtaining the qualification. Chen Zhimo, who is neither a descendant of the Mo family nor a non-staff disciple, is impossible to enter the Taixu realm first or later on the day she enters the flood of heaven and earth.

What's more, she checked the roster of students in the college, and there was no name of "Chen Zhimo". In summary, the reasons were analyzed, and there was only one reason that could be explained, which was his sealed sword spirit.

Mo Yang is Chen Zhimo, and Chen Zhimo is Moyang.

Only when this inference is true can he make a connection with the rusty sword in her hand and repel the roaring ancient dragon at the moment she waved her sword.

The young man's ink-colored eyes flashed slightly, the brilliance circulated and reproduced, and the beautiful corners of his lips slowly rose up. He looked at Xia Yan fixedly. After a long time, he slowly said, "Don't ask me the criteria for choosing a person by Jianling anymore?"

"I won't ask." Xia Yan smiled and bent her eyes. Of course, she knew the answer. Chen Zhimo told her about the standard of sword spirit selection a person a long time ago.

At that time, she did not know Chen Zhimo's real body, and she was also full of hostility and resistance to Chen Zhimo. Even Chen Zhimo rescued her from hundreds of ghosts. Many feelings in her heart were still unwilling. Even if Chen Zhimo took the initiative to plead guilty after the nine-tailed fox was rescued by the demons, he went into the small dark room with Xia Yan. He knelt and fell into the dark. Xia Yan sighed the most, and he still said, "If I had a good sword, I would never be ambushed by demons and ghosts at that time."

Chen Zhimo didn't say anything, but just knelt quietly beside Xia Yan and was silent. Xia Yan complained that he hadn't heard his response for a long time, so he couldn't help raising his hand and touching his arm: "Hey, if I knew that Chengying had made a contract before entering the world, and I didn't call Chengying after entering, what swords would respond to my call?"

Chen Zhimo still didn't say anything, and Xia Yan didn't plan to wait for his answer. He sighed beside him and held his chin to wonder: "What standard does the sword spirit choose? If I want to know, I can also find a way to do what I like.

Chen Zhimo finally had a reaction at this time, but he snorted coldly and said lightly, "It's useless to know those standards. Jianling will not choose people according to those standards."

Xia Yan "Uh?" With a sound, Chen Zhimo ignored her and slowly said in the dark: "Every sword in heaven and earth has a soul. Before recognizing the Lord, all swords have set standards for their masters, either smart, powerful, indifferent and wise; or gentle, elegant and gentlemanlike, but what they finally recognize is not in line with it. Our standard people."

He said for a moment, paused, and continued to say, "Every sword will virtualize various standards out of thin air before meeting the person he like, so as to reject those who are interested in it, but these standards are virtual and nothing to formulate. It doesn't mean, because the person they end up meeting is often above their standards.

Chen Zhimo also laughed. He seemed to want to speak, but opened the corners of his lips, and the summer wind of that season suddenly hid his voice, only letting Xia Yan hear a faint response.

The world suddenly became noisy, and the wind blew away the sultry heat before the rainstorm, and the endless stream of light poured down from the clouds. Xia Yan felt that it was an extremely warm tone, which could create a golden and brilliant walkway in front of her, and Chen Zhimo slightly squeezed the corners of his lips at the end and stretched out his hand to her in the gradually clear sunlight: "Let's go. Go back and buy a pair of gloves to practice swords. Even if you can't cure metal allergies, at least wave the sword in your hand first, right?

"If you don't mind, I'll buy a pair of gloves when I go back." She raised her eyebrows slightly, put her right hand in Chen Zhimo's hand, and then walked gently in his direction along the corridor paved by the sun.

And she can still hear the echoes in the wilderness in her ears.

And she can still see the blurred fantasy in her eyes.

His voice, the response he gave her in the dark, and his hand resolutely stretched out to her in the dark, forming a real and vivid dream in the chaos. It is a scene outlined by warm light, and the mottled traces of years falling in the golden transparent cracks.

So if you open your eyes at the beginning of the world and see my lonely and helpless figure in the exchange of reality, please once again reach forward in the time of eternal disaster-

Respond to my call.