Looking at her disappearing figure, the man in blue sneered. He leaned against the trees and his voice was lazy: "Do you know why I let her leave?"

When asked, he stared at Ni Yunjiao without blinking.

Then Ni Yunchu answered: "If you are afraid, the sword will not be fast enough." After he said that, he did not look at the man in blue. Instead, he turned his head to look at his brother, and a reserved and expectant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ni Yunjiao nodded: "Yes."

The man in blue: "..." He said quietly, "How many people still want to enter the Sword God's Tomb?"

Ni Yunjiao said: "I dare to ask how I can get in?"

"It's not difficult. Just take my ten moves and you can get the tomb token." The man in blue smiled, his eyes tracing the face of the man in white inch by inch, and his voice was a bit ambiguous, "But if..."

"How?" Ni Yunchu interrupted, with more hostility in his eyes.

The man in blue was not angry either. He stared at Ni Yunjiao with such unspeakable eyes. His beautiful eyebrows were smiling in a sensation at this moment: "If fellow Taoists are willing to accompany me for one night, it would be fine if you all come in."

His tone was frivolous, but his eyes were so serious that it was not like a joke. Ni Yunjiao didn't want to think about it either. He was about to refuse, but Ni Yunchu had already drawn his sword and stepped forward: "Then try it!"

The man in blue had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold: Since you bumped into it yourself, then if you don’t teach you some lessons, wouldn’t this opportunity be wasted? Facing the sword edge that was stabbing, he did not avoid it at all, and the sword light suddenly appeared in his hand and went up to meet it.

With just one move, the winner was decided. However, Ni Yunchu refused to give up, and pulled the sword flower in his hand and rushed up again. At that moment, Ni Yunjiao suddenly felt a faint murderous aura.

The sword was unsheathed. The moment the sword in the man in blue was about to penetrate Ni Yunchu's chest, it was knocked off. When Ni Yunchu found an opportunity, the sword tip ruthlessly stabbed his neck - leaving a shallow white mark.

There was something cool falling in the sky - it was snowing. The snowflakes fluttered, reflecting Ni Yunchu's surprise and the coldness of the man in blue.

At that moment, he even looked a little lonely.

Ni Yunjiao said: "Sorry." He had violated the rules when he took action in the competition.

The man in blue narrowed his eyes and narrowed them dangerously. His facial features were not very delicate, but he had a gorgeous and worldly beauty. When combined, he showed a unique and fascinating temperament.

Ni Yunjiao suddenly understood why that great man had evil thoughts.

I heard the man in blue say in a long and beautiful voice as chanting: "Your Excellency is so deep in brotherhood, and it is enviable."

Ni Yunjiao did not answer, but said, "Can you ask for advice from seniors?"

The man in blue said, "I'm not called 'sen'."

Ni Yunjiao was silent for a while: "...Dare you ask your fellow Taoist's surname?"

"I don't have the surname Chu, and I have the only name Shang." The man in blue smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curled, and at this moment there was a clear and simple smell.

"Fellow Daoist Chu Shang," Ni Yunjiao said lightly, "Please give me advice."

However, Chu Shang put away his sword. He said, "I will only compete with one person for one day. Fellow Daoist might as well come back tomorrow."

Say it, he turned around and left. Before his figure disappeared, Ni Yunjiao seemed to hear a soft "hum".

Feeling the sound of footsteps approaching, Ni Yunjiao did not turn back: "Yunchu, you are anxious." With Ni Yunchu's strength, he shouldn't have defeated so easily.

Ni Yunchu lowered his head and said with a dull voice: "Yes, brother." He felt an inexplicable uneasy in his heart. From the beginning of entering this snow-capped mountain, this uneasy has been covering him, making him unable to calm down.

Ni Yunchu, who was waiting for his brother to blame, was suddenly stunned. A strong palm pressed on his shoulder, and the spiritual energy flowed into his body, slowly repairing his secret wounds.

He met his brother's eyes, and there was an indescribable gentleness between his cold eyebrows and eyes.

Ni Yunjiao said calmly: "Nothing happens." The simple word "simple" is already the most powerful comfort. Ni Yunchu nodded, and joy suddenly surged from his heart to the corner of his mouth.

He smiled like the sun, bright and simple, Ni Yunjiao's eyes were soft, but he looked up but seemed to catch a glimpse of his blue suit.

What they didn't know was that in the cave in the distance, someone was trembling. The real gravekeeper was huddled in the corner, tied tightly by a bundle of thin ropes. He looked at the man in blue who had cut off the monument made of ten thousand years of black iron with a sword in front of him, feeling distressed and dared not speak.

You know, if he hadn't been clever and tactful, the only seedling of their Zhao family's ten generations would have died.

After cutting the inscription into pieces like to cut tofu, Chu Yi finally waved his hand as if he was satisfied, and the "trash" in front of him disappeared. Regardless of the gravekeeper's expression of distress and blood, he said lazily: "It is its blessing to sharpen the sword for me."

Gravekeeper: "Yes, yes, yes." mmp!

After that, Ni Yunjiao and the others lived in front of the tomb. The monks did not need to reincarnate the grains, nor did they need to sleep and nourish the spirit. Even if they were tired, they could recover by meditation.

Therefore, in front of the tomb of the gods, the sword light was often seen sharply and the clothes were flying. Ni Yunjiao was defeated by the ninth move whenever he competed with Chu Shang. He never felt disappointed because of this, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he seized the opportunity to temper himself.

Ni Yunchu often saw the scenes of them practicing swordsmanship, and felt a little uncomfortable.

The tacit understanding that seemed to have known each other for a long time made him feel ache in his toothache.

Gradually, this tacit understanding is not only reflected in the competition, but also extends to daily life. For example... At this moment:

After the competition, Chu Shang handed over a cup of tea. The tea was fragrant and the smell was unique. Ni Yunjiao subconsciously took it and took a sip, and his expression relaxed a little less easily.

Ni Yunchu: "..." Ma Dan, why is this person so familiar with his brother's preferences?

At night, there are no stars or moon.

"Who are you?" Ni Yunchu quietly drew his sword and pressed it against Chu Shang's neck. His voice was low, but he had an unconcealed cruelty. Chu Shang believed that if he could, he would be able to cut off his head mercilessly in the next second.

But Chu Yi's lips curled up, without fear, but instead smiled playfully: "I... I am your brother's lover, lover, childhood sweetheart in his previous life... Well, what else? Do you want to know how we were together?"

Ni Yunchu was stunned and then said angrily: "Stop talking!"

Chu Yi: "We have a firm relationship for generations, and no one can separate us. What are you?"

Smiling coldly, Chu Yi pushed away the sword on his neck. The sword was sharp, but it was so fragile in front of him that it was vulnerable. Unexpectedly, Ni Yunchu did not continue to threaten him, but suddenly called out: "Brother!"

The sound suddenly sounded, and it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Chu Yi paused, turned around and saw a man with white clothes melting in the snow, black hair as ink, and indifferent eyebrows standing by the tree.

——It is Ni Yunjiao.

Chu Yi: "..."

He pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled. Chu Yi was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ni Yunjiao's cold voice: "My brother is rude, I hope fellow Taoist forgives his crime." After saying that, he looked at Ni Yunchu for a first glance.

At that moment, Chu Yi suddenly felt heartbroken.

The senior brother who loved him the most in the past... has forgotten him now.

The senior brother doesn't remember that he once protected himself like that, and he also hugged him in his arms when he pretended to be afraid, and taught him to use a sword step by step.

At some point, the moon emerged from the clouds again, sprinkling hazy light. The light reflected on Chu Yi's face, leaving a ghostly shadow.

Before the water at the corner of your eyes slipped, Chu Yi curled his lips and murmured: Senior brother, I'll wait for you to remember. At that time, you have to make good compensation for A Shang.

On the fifteenth day after coming to the Sword God’s Tomb, Ni Yunchu fell ill.

Logically speaking, monks will not be troubled by ordinary diseases, so Ni Yunchu's illness seems a bit unusual.

Chu Shang's explanation for this is: "There are miasma here all year round, and some people are completely unsensical, while others will be troubled by this and have some illnesses. Don't worry about it, and you will be cured after ten days."

Thinking of Ni Yunchu's uncomfortable look on the bed, Ni Yunjiao asked, "How can I make my son better faster?"

Chu Shang stared at him for a while and showed an unknown smile: "If fellow Taoists are worried, it is better to go to the small town at the foot of the mountain to find some purple night flowers and decoct the medicine and take it. It will be cured within three days."

Ni Yunjiao didn't hesitate for long. He looked at Chu Yi's eyes: "I'll trouble fellow Taoist to take care of you." His voice was gentle, almost making Chu Yi soft.

But he was a Demon Lord who had been a hundred years old. When he raised his eyes, he was already smiling: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist."

After going down the snowy mountain, you still need to climb a green mountain to reach the town. Halfway through the mountain, Ni Yunjiao faintly heard the crying and noise, and the still childish call for help.

He stepped forward and saw a boy holding a sword in his hand full of fear, and was teased by two men in black, saying, "Come on, look at this, see if you can cut your robe?"

The boy looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, and his cultivation was about the middle stage of foundation building. He gritted his teeth: "Even if I die, I will never go back to make accomplices for the tiger!"

As he said that, he was about to wipe his neck and commit suicide. Ni Yunjiao had been watching all this indifferently before, but at this time he finally took action and knocked down the sword in his hand with a stone.

Watching the man in white, Yun Ningfeng gently dealt with the two demon cultivators who had a small level higher than him, the young man's eyes flashed slightly. Before Ni Yunjiao was about to leave, he spoke timidly: "Previous, senior..."

Ni Yunjiao glanced at him: "Just call me 'Fellow Daoist'."

The young man responded obediently and asked in a low voice: "Did you come from the mountain? Yes, can you take me up there?"

Ni Yunjiao's eyes were so clear that it made people unable to hide: "You want to go up the mountain?"

The boy blinked and showed a timid and soft smile: "I'll go find my brother."

Ni Yunjiao's eyes moved slightly: "Your brother?"

"Yes," the young man explained seriously, "I only realized that I had an older brother... I came to find him. I heard that his sword skills were superb, so I specially brought the best sword book in the library to give it to him."

The boy smiled, and a small dimples appeared on his childish face: "Do you think he would like it?"

If Ni Yunchu was here and had a deep impression of her, she might be able to recognize that the face of the boy in front of her was almost carved out of the same mold as the boy in the village five years ago.

The author has something to say: I suddenly realized that my previous words seemed to be prone to misunderstandings, so I will modify them. Currently, Brother Chu has only two vests, Shang Qing and Chu Shang, so don’t get me wrong:)

I don't know if anyone remembers the boy mentioned before.

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Chapter completed!