Chapter 4 Master

"Master, master, look, there is a young man there, with a good tone, saying that he can cultivate the immortal sword to kill demons." The speaker is a girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate goose eggs, her cheeks are as crystal as jade, her delicate snow skin is like frost like snow, and her white clothes look dazzling.

"Ye-huh, I see it." A woman called a master, with a cloudy black hair fluttering in the wind, a distant mountain-like Emei, and a pair of star eyes looking forward to shine. She looks only twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but she has a unique mature and graceful charm.

"The teenager is skinny, but he doesn't know where the power comes from, and he knocks around Mars." This talker is another woman. This woman's small Qiong nose, pink cheeks and shy lips dripping cherry-like red lips, looks ingenious and exquisite, and has a different beauty.

"Eh-huh, huh, shall we repair the waste sword we found this time for him? Let's see if he dares to boast." The speaker is also a peerless person in the world. Its crescent moon-like eyebrows, a pair of beautiful eyes are like stars like bright moons, and the body is very well developed, which makes Feichen drool.

This is a team of female masters and apprentices. There are seven people. The female master is carrying a dark green flying sword, dressed in bright yellow, and the rest of the disciples are dressed in pure white, but they all have swords on their backs, all of which are a fairy bones.

Especially the four people around the master are extremely beautiful and extraordinary. The first team of people made many passers-by stop and stop to watch.

The chattering conversation has long been in Yun Feichen's ears. He has been smart and discerning since he was a child, much more sensitive than ordinary people. What's more, a team of seven women are all fairies in white. How can he not attract attention? Moreover, Chen Qiaoer was accepted as an apprentice by a team of women. Maybe it is not known that they are the originators.

Putting down the guy in his hand, Yun Feichen ran over with bright eyes and flattered, "Six sisters, do you want to repair any artifact baby? In Xiayun Feichen, he is the first blacksmith in Zuojin. He can repair the immortal's demon sword and the lower level can repair the people's firewood knife. Of course, if several people don't dislike it, there are some iron pimples. It's not certain that I, Yun Feichen, can still make it into a weapon.

"You can't do things without hair in your mouth. What skills can you do when you are young? I, Lin Ruyue, didn't believe it first. The woman named Lin Ruyue even broke out her name. Obviously, it was more than a slander to Yun Feichen.

"That's right, he is as thin as a bone. He can't even beat the master's sword."

"Well, okay, all stop. Why do you talk so much? Can you stop for a while and let the teacher say something?" The female master in yellow clothes smiled and stared at Feichen, disbelieving that the other party really had the level he said.

"Hee hee, yes, master." Several women smiled. Obviously, they had a good relationship with their master, and they trembled with laughter.

"Is it that these immortals don't believe it?" Yun Feichen pretended to be surprised and asked, and there was already a problem in his heart.

"Ha ha, I dare not be an immortal. If it's an ordinary sword, it's okay to believe it, but if it's my fairy weapon to cry, I don't believe it." The female master in yellow smiled and turned over her hand, and a handful of rusty, but a green four-foot sword appeared in her hand.

Feichen looked at this sword and saw that the sword was two feet wide. Among them, it lost the domineering power of gold and iron and opened many openings. Obviously, it was too old, but when he looked closely, he saw that the metal texture of this weapon was unknown, which was very different from many iron weapons he had repaired. It was probably not one. Banban iron, but if it is really repaired, it should not be difficult.

"This weapon can be repaired!" Yun Feichen gritted his teeth and said, with a trace of stubbornness on his expression, which seemed to be a trace of uncertainty, and his hands had been pulled tightly and looked very nervous. Of course, this thing can be repaired. Of course, he knew the effect of the treasure of the dark gourd, and he was best at filling the spirit of gold and iron.

The female master in yellow saw Feichen so far-fetched and covered her mouth to laugh, but said, "If you can repair it, you can repair it. If you can't repair it, you can't repair it. I think it's probably impossible for you like this."

Everyone laughed coquettishly again.

"Do immortals dare to bet?" Feichen smiled secretly in his heart, but his mouth was curled, and he looked very unconvinced.

"Haha, there's nothing you dare to bet on. If your little brother can repair this weapon, you can ask your sisters to do anything, right?" A woman thought she saw the clue and wink at them one by one.

The female master in yellow also smiled. After all, this tear was also a fairy weapon before, which was better than the magic weapon used by ordinary immortals. How can it be repaired well by ordinary mortals?

"Well, since the immortals don't believe it, I, Yun Feichen, only bet on one thing. If Feichen can fix this clear... tears, woo... then... then please ask this fairy master to include the boy to temporarily list the door wall!" After saying that, Yun Feichen knelt down directly and squeezed out a few tears in his eyes.

After a few months of powerful performance, he has long wanted to cry and cry. If he wants to laugh, he frowns and curls his mouth. Tears can fall down for free. In the eyes of outsiders, it is very pitiful, and the sentence "temporary door wall" is exactly what he copied in order to show that he has a little knowledge. Those who come to learn from teachers and seek art, after all, in Xianqiao Town, where there are many immortals and Taoists, has been across the territory for a long time. I have long heard that Xianjia Taoists like children who can read and write.

"Oh, why are you crying? If you bet, just bet. Why are you crying? Oh, okay, okay, don't cry. What if you can fix these tears and let the master accept you? Isn't it? Master." The woman named Lin Ruyue saw Feichen's tears in front of her. She also felt sorry for this sloppy child. It was not easy to come out to live at a young age, so she helped him up and asked her master for Feichen.

"This..." The female master in yellow was a little embarrassed, but when she saw that Feichen cried very pitifully, her female apprentices were pitiful, and her heart suddenly softened. Instead, it didn't matter whether she decided to repair it well or not. Anyway, it's okay to take it to the mountain. If the qualifications are not good, let him hit the iron and repair the pot. This After thinking about it, he said, "Well, if you can fix it, the woman will take you as an apprentice."

Yun Feichen was overjoyed. He secretly said in his heart that the female Taoist priest was still soft-hearted. He was not as good as those male Taoist priests with a cow nose. He couldn't pull ten horses away. He deserved to be called a cow-nosed old Taoist by the world.

However, he wanted to talk about it. When the other party didn't regret it, he immediately kowtowed his head a few times and cried, "Master Fairy is kind, thank you for giving it to the boy... No, thank you for giving the bastard this opportunity. The bastard must do his best to repair the tears and not humiliate the master's kindness."

Looking at Yun Feichen, who climbed up after following the pole, the female Taoist priest in yellow couldn't help sighing in her heart: Alas, this teenager is so treacherous and cunning. He took him down, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse for this Xianxia faction.

After worshiping the teacher, Yun Feichen was no longer pretentious. He respectfully took the rusty sword's tears and put it in the stove and burned it. When it turned red, he took it out and knocked it hard. He knocked on the water that had been facing the golden **. After flattening the rust and opening, regardless of everyone's surprise, he took out the dark gourd and poured a few drops. The golden ** goes up.

Half a sound, the tears absorbed a few drops of gold ** under the eyes of the public, and immediately became green and shiny, with a transparent luster, and this flowing green lingered on the body of the sword, becoming green and dark, murderous, and the jewels on the handle of the sword also became constant light, full of immortality. At this time, tears It is worthy of being called Qingqi, and the fairy weapon has become a real fairy weapon!

As soon as you enter the teacher's door, you must give a gift, right? Naturally, this hard work is rewarding, and he has been reading countless people during this period. Looking at these senior sisters and Master Huang Yi, he knew that he was sentimental, so he was relieved to take out the gourd to forge weapons. He was also energetic.

"It's a magical skill!" I don't know who shouted, and the rest of the people couldn't help agreeing.

"Is this?" The female Taoist priest in yellow looked at the dark gourd and thought about it, but without waiting for her to make more guesses, she was gradually surrounded by people.

"Master, there are a lot of people."

"Let's go, master."

"Um, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Child, take your home and go up the mountain as a teacher." The woman in yellow didn't talk much nonsense. Although she let Yun Feichen clean it up, she was too lazy to wait. With a wave of her hand, all the guys Yun Feichen placed in the corner of the city wall were all in his sacrificial bags.

He sacrificed the flying sword again, grabbed Yun Feichen with his slender hand, and flew to the sea and sky with a swoosh!

As soon as the two gatekeepers saw several people flying swords, they were all surprised. They panicked that the boy had a deep blessing. Did he learn from this boy to do it tomorrow?

Yun Feichen really sighed at this moment. Xianyuan Xianyuan, this is Xianyuan. It seems that he can't catch it. In fact, it is all within easy reach, and only insists on it.

The wind, sliding over the temples, tears, flowing from the eyes.

He held the peerless master's small waist, and tears couldn't help moving straight down. Why is this waist so thin? Yingying held it like that, alas, he seemed to touch the white jade under the yellow Nishang. The touch was like white jade soft cotton, which made him in a trance for a while.

"Little monkey, why are you so tight as a teacher? Still touching, aren't you afraid of leaving you as a teacher?"

"Wow...Master, I'm afraid..."

"You..."

In fact, he is not afraid of heights. He runs in the woods all year round. He has taken out bird nests on trees and ambushed beasts. He is used to leaving the ground. What he can see is a height of 10,000 meters high, and the lakes and mountains on the ground suddenly become smaller. He is more curious, and there is only a little bit of fear.

Close your eyes and enjoy the gentleness of that moment. Compared with enjoying the strangeness of the change of the sky scenery, Feichen tends to hold the beautiful master in front of him, and his body is faintly fragrant, which makes him unconsciously deeply addicted.