My Debauched Devotion

　　Ling Zhouyue was about to return to the house, and when she heard a good show, she returned with a wine and bamboo tube, sitting cross-legged on the pine root in a referee's posture like an elder.

　　 Alongside, the spring frog and Qiu Chan are riding on the orange cat back and forth, and the comparison of the three bodies has reached the ratio of a man and a horse.

　　 melts into the autumn light, the morning glow is all over the sky, and the atmosphere looks relaxed and free.

　　 But the morning breeze on Jianping slowly, the atmosphere is still somewhat solemn.

　　 Xiao Ran walked to Chu Yan and touched her dog's head. It wasn't that Chu Yan liked to kill by touching her head, but Chu Yan was too short and his beautiful little head was just right where he raised his hand.

　　 Do not touch the white, do not touch.

　　 "You have mastered the sewing needle and swordsmanship, and there is nothing for the teacher to point you."

　　 Chu Yan gritted his teeth and endured Xiao Ran's head-killing, just to see the beauty of Xiao Ran's second fall.

　　 And she, as the top two in the strength of Jianfeng Peak, stands proudly.

　　 "The disciple still has some incomprehensible swordsmanship that I used to practice in Xiaoxiaofeng. I want Master to give me some advice. If it's too bad, just discard it."

　　 Having said that, what she thought in her heart was with these innocent swordsmanship, letting the master, who took advantage of her every day, pounce on the street, kneeling under her white stockings.

　　 How could Xiao Ran not know her thoughts, but since she had reached this point, he couldn't even get down the steps, so he had to look at the apprentice's weight.

　　 "Draw your sword."

　　 Xiao Ran is still in the same posture.

　　The figure is like pine, without moving, the sword is at the waist, and the hands are like a willow.

　　 Only the morning breeze is blowing like flying.

　　 Chu Yan backed away, drew out the slender spirit sword, hung up and cried.

　　'S figure flashed, and the gust of wind brought the sword hilt, and slashed towards Xiao Ran with a brush and pull!

　　 The posture is more handsome than that of Ling Zhouyue's sword.

　　 The same refining spirit pressure, the same core, the technique learned from the tidal swordsmanship that Ling Zhouyue had just used, and it slashed towards Xiao Ran with extremely close blind spots and weaknesses.

　　Because the master was watching, she was not afraid of hurting Xiao Ran.

　　 A sword smashed down, and although the tidal force entrapped by the sharp sword was only a mere appearance, the power of the Golden Core Realm that it drew was approximately equal to the power of the tide.

　　 To some extent, after only watching the tide swordsmanship once, she actually learned the spiritual core!

　　 Ling Zhouyue nodded and took a sip of wine.

　　 This disciple is not simple, but interesting.

　　 Xiao Ran draws his sword very slowly, but he seems to foresee the future and arrives at the place where the two swords are struggling ahead of time.

　　锵!

　　 Chu Yan lay on the ground with a sword.

　　 Hand numbness spread to the waist, legs trembling, barely propped up on the stone flat, push up the small heads, to avoid completely crawling on the ground.

　　 Why?

　　 It's obviously just refining qi, why is this guy so strong?

　　 I obviously did not neglect at all, and even secretly induced the power of the golden core, why did I lose so simply?

　　Obviously, I only want to let Master see my heroic posture, but now I see me lying on the ground with my stock...

　　 Xiao Ran suddenly retracted the sword and silently made a knife.

　　 "Swords, the one who has to stay away from is the woman... There is no woman in your heart, and the sword is a natural god. If you want to reach the peak of kendo in your lifetime, don't think about messy things all day long."

"you--"

　　 Chuyan fluttered and flicked up, staring at Xiao Ran with teary eyes, unable to speak for a long time, turned his head and ran towards Songgen, and threw himself into the orange cat's back and burst into tears.

　　 aside.

　　 Facing the funny-looking scene, Ling Zhouyue's expression was extremely solemn.

　　 The wine bamboo tube just sent to the red lips suddenly hung in the air.

　　 Xiao Ran’s sword was different from the one he had with her just now. It seemed to have quietly restrained the power of the tide with some extremely delicate force.

　　If he used this trick just now, although he wouldn't beat her, it wouldn't be as straightforward as kneeling as before.

　　 Could it be...Is this guy afraid that I would bleed and hurt my body in anger?

　　 Ling Zhouyue's heart warmed, but she kept drinking without making any changes.

　　 Sewing needle swordsmanship...what the **** is it?

　　 Is this guy still a kaleidoscope of swordsmanship?

　　 She got up and walked to Chu Yan's side and patted her on the shoulder.

"You are doing very well, but your physique can't stand the tide of swordsmanship. In the future, be gentle with your master and show more filial piety. Maybe he will teach you other swordsmanship besides sewing needle swordsmanship. "

　　 Chu Yan suddenly turned his head and wiped his tears.

"really?"

　　 In fact, apart from the tide swordsmanship, the sewing needle swordsmanship is her favorite, but in front of the master, she still has to be a bit easier to learn.

　　Ling Zhou Yue Yu has a heart and soul.

　　 "Will Master lie to you? When your Master teaches you a new sword technique, I can give you some pointers."

"Yes!"

　　 There is a cheerful air on the peak of holding sword.

　　……

　　The time for the Chengjian Conference is set in ten days.

　　 Because Xiao Ran felt that ten days was enough for him to collect 100 life-saving filial piety points.

　　 Give the master massage every day, warm wine, hot pot, barbecue, hot spring... Relax.

　　 Regarding the Sword Inheritance Conference, in fact, his realm no longer needs a sword. The human sword is one, and everything can be a sword.

　　 But his cultivation base only refining Qi, relying on the resonance mental method, the fighting strength barely overwhelmed Chu Yan.

　　 A handy weapon can increase his strength several times in a short time.

　　At the same time, the Sword Initiation Conference is also an extremely important ceremony.

　　 After successfully inheriting the sword, he will be the official Zongzhishan swordman. Next, he will represent the Zongmen, travel the world and complete an internship mission.

After 　　 performs well, he will be absorbed by the Dao League as a ghost hunter, to win rewards and permissions for the sect, and be recruited in the battle of Zhu Ming.

　　 Xiao Ran’s time for swordsmanship caused waves in the door.

　　 No one would have thought that he would take the sword so quickly!

　　Bo Yunzi and Huangfuqun originally refused.

　　 Until the real person Yinyue provided Xiao Ran's latest body profile report, Ling Zhouyue's assessment of Xiao Ran's swordsmanship, and the test of the sword intent of Xiao Ran's heart by the real ink cartridge and Chen Yingxing, the two people had no choice but to agree to this adventure.

　　 According to convention.

　　The newly appointed leader of the Dao League in Dongfloating City, Li Wuxie, will personally serve as the referee of the Sword Inheritance Conference.

　　 In addition, small countries around Zongzhi Mountain will also send national teachers to observe and learn.

　　After setting the date, Xiao Ran felt that the leisure time between him and the master was not long.

　　 After he takes the sword and completes the Dao League internship mission, he must formally accept the Dao League Class A mission with his master and walk on the front line of saving the world.

　　 Considering that the people in the salvation group are staring at him, this road must be full of danger.

　　 This is the future.

　　 In the past few days, Xiao Ran's time at Jianfeng suddenly slowed down.

　　 The autumn light shines, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Green vegetables, golden valleys, heavy orchards, apples with red smiles, peaches blushing shy, golden oranges, reddish pears, and densely packed big-eyed jujubes that look like ghosts... …

　　 The Jianjian Peak in the late autumn is like a sea of ​​seven colors. The breeze blows by, and the golden wheat fields and rice sea are undulating, which makes people want to cruise around.

　　 Chu Yan brought two young masters and uncles, Chun Frog and Qiu Cicada, in the field to catch insects, weeding, playing, practicing swords, especially the sericulture and cotton cooking with extreme meticulousness.

For some reason, although Xiao Ran was asked for a favor and was bullied, but Zhijianfeng’s carefree and strife-free pastoral life allowed her to grow up in the palace and live in Xiaoxiaofeng’s women’s den all the year round. An experience I’ve never had before~www.ltnovel.com~ Chu Yan is very happy.

　　 Strangely, on the Peak of Holding the Sword, the distance between Mingming and Shizu is closer, but her fascination with Shizu is not as strong as before.

　　 Is this growth?

　　 She has no clue.

　　 The bamboo house in the middle.

　　 Smoke and smoke all day long, barbecue every day, hot pot, pie...

　　Ling Zhouyue was irrigated by Xiao Ran's meticulous filial piety. Not only did her complexion look much better than before, her skin was more radiant and tender, and she didn't lose her first appearance. In just a few days, she actually gained ten pounds of meat.

　　 She used to go out every other day to cheat and drink. For example, Tian Su pretended to be sick at home today, occupying Xiao Ran’s eight-square-meter bed, and Yi came to stretch out her hand and open her mouth.

　　 After a few days, the most intense sports she ever did were fishing and peeing.

　　 She who is lazy and enjoyable, she is completely devoid of the swift demeanor of the sword bearer, she is white and fat like a little woman, only Fengyun is more than before.

　　 One day, she finally noticed something was wrong.

　　 "Evil boy, look at how fat I am!"

　　 Xiao Ran said:

　　 "Master, it's easy for you to lose weight with the technique."

　　 "Slimming spells is either blind to the eye or hurts the spiritual veins. I want to exercise to lose weight and draw my sword. Let me see if your swordsmanship has improved. Come on!"

　　 Xiao Ran ignored her, just immersed in the wool.

　　He doesn't want to be **** on the ground by the master...

　　Ling Zhouyue saw his concerns and said softly:

　　 "This time I will be gentle, and I will definitely give you face. Let's fight for a while."

　　 "If you don't come, you look for Chu Yan."

　　 "Fool, I want you!"

　　……

　　 This day.

　　 A fairy boat and an eagle falcon flew from the sky.

　　 and two people.