Chapter 22, a smile
Chapter 22, a smile
After the question and answer just now, the atmosphere began to be a little awkward, and after a while.
Aware of the awkward atmosphere, Liu Yun's voice was cold and said seriously; "Anyway, don't be angry for the time being. You know, I didn't mean to. Take this iceberg snow lotus first. After the injury recovers, everything will be fine. After all, you must have enough strength when you go out.
"Otherwise, it will be difficult to walk without strength." The flowing cloud sounded gently.
Looking at the crystal "iceberg snow lotus" in Liuyun's hand, the woman in white felt a little warm and knew how precious an iceberg snow lotus was for a martial artist. However, she was not polite. She took it directly and opened her mouth to take it.
And immediately began to sit like a lotus, the fingerprints turned over, the eyes were slightly closed, and the luck began to recover from the injury.
Looking at this unatacting woman in white, Liu Yun nodded secretly in his heart: "It's really worthy of being a peerless master. He is not pretentious at all, acts decisively and meticulously, and acts at will. If an ordinary woman looks at the precious things handed over by others, she must be polite a few times first, and then slowly pick it up.
After about a column of incense, the woman in white opened her eyes and asked, "Where's my piano?"
"No, here." Liu Yun didn't talk nonsense. He took it directly from the storage ring * black guqin and handed it to the woman in white.
After the woman in white took it, she stroked the guqin and looked a little sad, as if she was thinking about something.
As soon as Liu Yun saw it, he couldn't help asking; "What's the name of this piano?"
"Tianmoqin." The woman in white answered carelessly.
"What's your name? How's your injury?" Liu Yun asked again.
"It's very heavy. Now my cultivation is only at the level of Wu Zun." The woman in white voice was sad.
"How long will it take to recover?" Liu Yun continued to ask.
The woman in white looked up at Liuyun and replied, "At least half a month."
The two asked and answered slowly. Liu Yun seemed to remember something and quickly asked, "Why are you fighting with the eight-level monster, the Snow-winged Tiger King? It seems that you don't have any grudges, nor is it a simple struggle.
Listening to Liu Yun's question, the woman in white shook her head and said nothing.
Seeing the woman in white shaking her head, Liu Yun knew in his heart that this woman always thought that her weak strength should not help. She suddenly felt anxious and shouted; "Say it quickly!"
It seems that he is getting bolder and bolder now.
Because now, the cultivation of the woman in white has retreated to the level of martial arts, just like herself. With the strength of Liuyun, he can temporarily speak to the woman in white. If he doesn't agree and pulls out his knife, he is still confident to repel her.
So now, Liuyun is not afraid at all.
And there seemed to be some small calculations and tricks in his heart.
Looking at the angry Liuyun, the woman in white warmed her heart a little, took a deep breath, and finally said slowly: "To save a person, it's my master. She was plotted and was warmly poisoned by the blue-eyed fire toad. The cold blood of the Snow-winged Tiger King must be used as a medicine to cure it. If my master falls, and I can't recover my strength in half a month and can't suppress it, the whole Youlan Dynasty will be in danger.
Listening to the woman in white say this, Liu Yun was stunned and his palms couldn't help sweating coldly. Although he had guessed a rough idea in his heart, he couldn't help asking; "What's your name?"
"Yang Liumeng."
The woman in white was a little free and easy to say her identity directly.
"Yang Liumeng, the patriarch of Minhua Sect?" Liu Yun must feel that since he understands the identity of this woman, things will become clear. As long as everything is clear, he is naturally not a timid person.
So, Liu Yun's mind was hot and he said anly: "Do you know who is the person who assassinated your master? You are a master of Emperor Wu, and you can even find a poisoner to force the antidote.
Hearing Liu Yun's question, Yang Liumeng's eyes flashed a few times, but she was surprised.
"Do you still need to think about this?" Yang Liumeng's voice was like the sound of nature, but he said patiently, "The burning dynasty in the south has always coveted our Youlan Dynasty. It has been plotted for a long time and has done it more than once. This time, it should be what they did.
"In addition to them, who else dares to poison my master?" Yang Liumeng's voice was cold.
Hearing this, Liu Yun was silent for a moment. This level of struggle is indeed not something that I can participate in now. I suppressed the anger in my heart, my left hand moved slightly, and a jar appeared in front of me.
This jar is originally used by flowing clouds to hold water, which is more than two inches high. Opening the lid, Liu Yun said proudly, "Look, what is this? Is it enough?"
The jar was opened and filled with blood. This was actually a jar of blood of the Snow-winged Tiger King.
Looking at the blood of the Snow-winged Tiger King, even though Yang Liumeng is a master of martial arts, his cultivation is profound, his mood is consolidated, and his eyebrows can't help picking up. All the problems are solved with this jar of blood.
Looking at the jar, Yang Liumeng stroked the Tianmoqin, and there was really an impulse to cheer and smile in his heart. Now, as long as you recover your strength within half a month and then rush back to Min Huazong, all problems can be solved.
After calming down and suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, Yang Liumeng suddenly smiled at Liu Yunyan.
"Thank you."
Seeing such a smile, the charming smile was stunned. His eyes stared at the beautiful Yang Liumeng. Although the expression on his face was frozen, his heart was already full of waves and waves.
This smile can be called "unrivat".
Three days later, snowflakes flew under the snow peak.
Liuyun held the ink sword and stood attentively on the snow, looking at the snowflakes falling in front of him. His eyes stared at every piece of goose feather snowflakes, thinking hard, looking for the trajectory of martial arts, and trying to see the clue in the snow.
There are no four seasons in the Arctic ice sheet, and it has always been icy weather. Snow happens almost every few days. The flying snowflakes almost every day. This is a completely melting world of ice and snow.
Mo Jian waved, and Liu Yun's whole body also moved. One move became heavy and quickly.
The sword came out like a lightning bolt, but it seemed to move slowly, leaving almost a shadow. The wind swordsmanship has been completed, silent, fast, fast, breaking the wind, the four realms, and the flowing clouds have been fully understood.
If you want to reach a higher level, you must understand your own swordsmanship, which is more exquisite and higher-level than "Yufeng Swordsmanship". Liu Yun had already touched this threshold when fighting with the saber-toothed white tiger.
The realm of "instant sword"!
The sword dances in the sky and snowflakes fly. However, after practicing for an hour, there was no "instant" state. Liuyun had to give up for the time being. His sword can already resist the wind and break through the air, but whenever he wants to get out of the sword in an instant, he suddenly pauses and always has a feeling of being "cut off".
Liu Yun was puzzled, but he also understood that maybe his realm had not yet arrived.
buzz!
The beautiful sound of the piano, like the sound of nature, suddenly came quietly. The rhythm of the mountains and flowing water, the sound waves permeated the four fields, and the sound was like a cloud. The sound of the piano echoed near the snowy peak, and the sound was fine. It seems to resonate between heaven and earth, the sound of the piano is high, and the surrounding air shows some slight fluctuations.
The sound of the piano is soft, and the aftertaste is winding, full of a peaceful atmosphere. It seems to calm a person's mood and calm people down. But in the sound of the piano, she couldn't hear the person playing the piano, and her heart fluctuated.
Listening to the sound of the piano, Liu Yun's heart actually calmed down with the sound of the piano, and his heart became calm and calm. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"Air fluctuations?"
The four realms of silent, fast, fast and breaking the wind are all fighting against the wind with swords and killing through the air, but they can't control the fluctuations of air. The so-called sword that breaks the wind does not bring any romantic fluctuations.
However, the sword body will still cross the air. And the air itself is still, so the sword comes out in an instant. In an instant, from one point, suddenly arrived at another point. In an instant, the sword came out in an instant.
Finally, Liuyun is no longer confused, but has a clear direction: "If I can understand the "instant sword" this time, it means that I can still make progress in the realm of Wu Zun. As long as you continue to practice like this, you will definitely break through the shackles of the realm of martial arts and reach another new height.
The peak of martial arts is a dream of Liu Yun and what he must do now.
Martial arts is by practicing other people's moves and then becoming a strong man. Any breakthrough and understanding depends on the perfection of others, and then follow the footsteps of others and follow the path taken by others. I'm afraid that it is difficult to reach the extreme of martial arts in this life.
And martial arts actually rely on their own creation, understanding, and moving forward in exploration. Take the road that others have not taken, without any reference, only understand and experience it alone, and then step by step, this road is also more difficult.
But God is fair, difficult to practice, and naturally higher achievements.
The flowing clouds looked around the surrounding environment, and the snow was still like flying catkins, ice and snow, and there was a cold everywhere. Listening to the quiet sound of the piano, I remembered Yang Liumeng, who was still cultivating in the cave, and couldn't help smiling bitterly.
In these three days, the two respected each other and did not move beyond the level of friends. Somehow, Liuyun always has a feeling that it is unclear and unclear. It seems to be apexed, or has a lot of thoughts? However, a trace of little nine has been derived in his heart and he has made some small calculations.
But the burden on his shoulders is extremely heavy, and he needs to plan and move later.
Shaking his head, the flowing cloud suppressed it. He has decided to look for some level 5 monsters nearby from tomorrow. Now, he must first come back from a snow rabbit to prepare dinner.
Look at the sky, it's already dusk, and it's almost night.
Half an hour later, the flowing clouds entered the cave. Here, the crystal light is shining, and the iceberg snow lotus is emitting fluorescence. The surrounding hard ice reflects the fluorescence, illuminating the whole cave a little hazy, but not particularly bright.
Seeing the return of Liu Yun, Yang Liumeng smiled and said, "I'm back."
He also nodded with a smile, and Liu Yun squatted aside and lit a bonfire. He put the two snow rabbits that had just been beaten on the flames and asked casually, "Are you feeling better?"
Yang Liumeng nodded, and the firelight shone on her cheeks, and a red glow appeared: "The trauma has healed. It is estimated that ten days later, I can return to the realm of Wujun and fly against the wind. At that time, I will be ready to return to Min Huazong."
Under the reflection of the bonfire, it can't be seen whether it is really blush or the fire.
Hearing this, Liu Yun was a little disappointed, but he asked with some hope, "Don't you wait to return to Emperor Wu?"
"Restored to Emperor Wu?"
Looking at Liuyun's face, how could Yang Liumeng not understand his mind? She could wait, but her master could not wait. If the poison is dispeled one day later, it will be more dangerous." The blue-eyed fire spirit toad is the most powerful monster in Shenwu mainland, and his warmth is even more powerful.
The warmth and toxicity of the blue-eyed fire toad far exceeds the poisons such as "*", "heding red" and "five-step broken soul".
And it is also a "poisonous toad" that has reached level 8 monsters.
Thinking of this, Yang Liumeng said softly: "Yes, I have to go."
Listening to the soft words, Liu Yun found that Yang Liumeng did not have the majesty of a suzerain at this moment. At this time, she was more like a little jasper girl.
Liu Yun's heart moved, and his eyes also flashed.
At this time, Yang Liumeng was sitting in front of him. The clothes she was wearing were the green robe worn by Liu Yun. The original white gauze had already been stained with blood and was discarded there.
The original man's clothes were worn on her, but they were also exquisite, charming and enchanting, with a beautiful face and a beautiful figure, which actually added some charm. What's more, under the fluorescence of the iceberg snow lotus, it is looming, charming and subtle.
Seeing such a "beautiful world", the breath of flowing clouds became uncontrollably cramped.
For a while, neither of them spoke. In the whole cave, only the iceberg snow lotus is emitting fluorescence, like the stars in the sky, shining. On one side of the bonfire, the flames were also shining without any weakness.
seemed to notice something wrong with the atmosphere, and the red glow on Yang Liumeng's face was even better. Qianyu's hand was slightly clenched into a fist and put it on her lips, pretending to be deep and coughing a few old-fashioned dry coughs.
"Cough! Cough!"
Hearing the dry cough, Liu Yun came to his senses and immediately moved his eyes away.
At this time, Liuyun couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
It seems that his eyes just now look very frivolous. It can even be said that he has the courage to cove an ambitious leopard and dares to cove a peerless master? Although this master's injury has not healed, her cultivation is still there. As long as she regains her strength, I'm afraid she will immediately dominate the world, suppress one side and look down on the sky.
However, Yang Liumeng's eyes have not flashed the meaning of "blame" for the time being.
"Sneer."
The baked snow rabbit has become ripe, filled with aroma, and hot oil dripping into the bonfire, making a sneer.
Sitting in front of the bonfire, Liuyun glanced at Yang Liumeng. Two pairs of eyes, only slightly looked at each other, and immediately pretended to be nothing had happened. He rolled over the roasted snow rabbit, and Liu Yun took one and handed it to Yang Liumeng.