Chapter 51 Plain

"I said you can't afford it. Let's change it for a fairy sword." Pang Xiner said with a smile.

A sharp light flashed in Zhuge Buliang's eyes, and the true power was instilled into his arm. A faint white light appeared, and he shook the huge iron sword again. The strong seven-star treasure body was famous for its strength, but this time, the rock actually shook.

"Cangling!"

A sound of sword sounded, and the judicial Qingyun was really pulled out of a foot. The rock trembled. Zhuge Buliung stood on the rock, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, shaking fiercely.

"Cangling!"

The sword body was pulled out again and gradually got out of the shackles of the rock.

"Wh!"

At this moment, a strong white light surged from Zhuge Buliang's arm, and his arm became crystal bright. With a violent sound of the sword, the judicial Qingyun was really pulled out by him. The huge iron sword was moved by him, and the rock under his feet burst into pieces.

The judicial Qingyun sword body is integrated with the hilt of the sword. It is simple and elegant, which is even higher than Zhuge Fuliang. The broad sword body gives people a sense of heaviness. The iron sword is held in Zhuge Fuliang's hand, just like a big shovel.

"Wow, it's really pulled out!" Pang Xiner exclaimed.

"Cangling!"

Zhuge Fuliang put the iron sword on his shoulder and gasped slightly. He pulled the sword out of the rock, and a little sweat oozed from Zhuge Fuliang's forehead.

"You really plan to use this sword." Pang Xiner frowned slightly.

"Yes, this is my sword in the future. I want to make this sword shine again in my hands. No one can stop it!"

"You idiot, I don't bother to talk to you!" Pang Xiner turned her face angrily.

The two walked out of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion. Zhuge Butiao carried the large iron sword of Justice Qingyun on his back. The sword body and the hilt were one head higher than Zhuge Butang. He was carried on his body by Zhuge Butang, which was quite funny.

"Judicial youth!" The two disciples guarding the door exclaimed.

"You actually pulled out the justice!" One person was shocked, with an incredible look in his eyes.

"What? Do you still want to confiscate it?" Zhuge Bliang's face was a little bad.

"That's not true. It's just that this judicial youth has been here for hundreds of years, and it's the first time I've seen someone bring it out." The disciple said.

Zhuge Fuliang and Pang Xin'er were sent out of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion by the two disciples. Elder Xu appeared in front of them. When he saw the huge sword on Zhuge Fuliang's back, he also exclaimed, "Judicial Qingyun, you chose Judicial Qingyun."

Zhuge didn't nod lightly.

"Do you know that the disadvantages of justice are not something that ordinary people can control. This may not be a good thing for you!" Elder Xu's face became solemn.

"It doesn't matter. Since I chose it, I won't regret it. I believe I can control it."

"It consumes a lot of real power to use this sword. Although the lethality is huge, it can't fight for a long time. Except for the original law enforcement elder, no one can control it." Elder Xu dissuaded.

But Zhuge Butliang was a king who was determined. No matter how much Elder Xu persuaded him, Elder Xu could only sigh and let him.

Several people returned to the fairy island of the Yaohai faction. After Elder Xu ordered them to go back, they flew to the Yaoxian Pavilion.

Pang Xiner's hot body is exquisite and graceful. She smiled and said, "Pig, you have to remember that you lost to me today. You owe me a condition."

"As long as it's not allowed by the body." Zhuge Buleang said with a smile.

"Think beautifully. When I think about what conditions I have, in order to find you." Pang Xiner smiled coquettishly and went back with the sword.

"Why is this girl suddenly so enthusiastic about me? She has a trick..." Zhuge Butang thought to himself that he would not naively think that Pang Xiner fell in love with him. After all, the YY protagonist in the novel did not actually exist.

Returning to Biluo Palace, Yin Mengli was also surprised when she learned that Zhuge Buli had chosen the sword of Justice Qingyun. She dissuaded Zhuge Buliang from talking to the leader and go back to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to change it, but was rejected by Zhuge Buliang.

The sun sinks and the moon floats, and it's late at night. The starry sky here is particularly beautiful, shining, and the sky is full of small stars...

Zhuge Butang sat in the flower pavilion and spit out the essence of heaven and earth. After entering the foundation period, he felt that the speed of absorbing the essence of heaven and earth was getting slower and slower, and the medicine of the elixir had disappeared. Now Zhuge Butliang's cultivation speed was not as fast as in the past.

"It's getting worse and worse. We must find a way to restrain the disadvantages of non-attribute spiritual roots." Zhuge Buliang thought secretly, and he was particularly depressed. He took out a delicate fairy sword, rose up with the sword, and left the Biluo Palace.

The justice is extremely heavy and abnormal, and it is extremely like a bottomless hole. Zhuge Butiang can't step on it and fly around every day.

In the silent night sky, Zhuge Bliang's sword came out of the Blue Palace. At this moment, it was late at night, and the island gave people a very quiet feeling. Zhuge Bucheng stepped on the fairy sword and seemed to integrate into the night sky, and even his heart became very quiet.

A melodious sound of the piano floated into Zhuge Buliang's ears, and the sound of the piano dinged, like a gurgling stream, intoxicating.

"Where does the sound of the piano come from?" Zhuge Bu Liang's eyes flashed with a hot light.

Looking for the sound, he finally found the source of the sound of the piano. On a towering ancient tree, a woman in a light yellow dress wore soft branches, like a fairy saint. Lingluo rose lightly, and the woman seemed to be going to ride the wind. A handful of guqin floated in front of her like this. Qianyu fingers fiddled the strings, and the intoxicating voice of her heart was melodious.

"It's her, plain face..." Zhuge Buliang suddenly felt that the blood in his body was frozen at this moment, and quietly stared at the beauty standing on the top of the tree and stroking the strings.

She is plain and light, and her delicate body is exquisite. Her beautiful face is like a secluded blooming in the night. She is like a goddess under the starry sky, holy and dignified, which makes people unable to have a blasphemous psychology.

Zhuge didn't say a word. He looked at the woman in front of him quietly, as if everything between heaven and earth had lost its luster. No matter how deep the starry sky was, no matter how charming the stars were, they were not as good as the beauty in front of him.

Two worlds, two people with imaginary appearance.

Zhuge Fuliang has a feeling of being in a dream.

It seemed that he knew that Zhuge Buliang was coming, but there was no voice. He still half-closed his star eyes and moved with the piano.

At the end of a song, he gently played with the strings without makeup, squeezed his lips and smiled, "Brother Zhuge also likes the sound of the piano?"

ps: I didn't connect to the Internet all day yesterday, so I can't update it. I'll make it up today.