There is no blue cloud under the blue sky (7)

Lou Daoyan sneered, leaned forward heavily, and was about to grab the sword.

Xu Xing didn't dodge, but simply spread his hands and placed the sword in front of Lou Daoyan. Even so, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the sword and Lou Daoyan. Whenever he tried to take it, he was always blocked.

"What have you done?" Lou Daoyan questioned him.

Xu Xing glanced at Li Zhaoyue, who was standing beside him, confused. He moved his fingertips slightly and said, "This sword already has a master. When you used it before, it was not yet enlightened. Now that it has been stained with its master's blood, it has naturally awakened. It must be with its master."

Lou Daoyan followed his gaze and sneered, "Just her? Back then, when I entered the secret realm, I risked my life to bring this sword out. How could she, with her low spiritual power, be the owner of this sword?"

"To be cruel, in front of this sword, this little girl is no different from trash." When saying the second half of the sentence, Lou Daoyan deliberately lengthened his voice and emphasized it.

The smile on Li Zhaoyue's face faded.

The young man in green brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeve with his left hand, and gently put the sword back with his right hand.

"It seems that you are very confident in your own strength." Xu Xing curled his eyes and showed his small canine teeth on the right side: "In this case..."

He threw the sword lightly and it fell into Li Zhaoyue's arms.

There was no mistake at all. The sword seemed to have always belonged to her, lying obediently in her arms, the black blade emitting a faint glow.

Loudao Yan's expression looked very unhappy.

This sword… Li Zhaoyue could feel a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had known this sword for many years, so familiar that as long as she touched the sword, she could recall the feeling of holding it—

Proud and wanton, free and arrogant.

"You can try to pull this sword." Xu Xing smiled at her.

Lou Daoyan hadn't expected that the sword wouldn't repel Li Zhaoyue. He sneered, "It's just that he can hold the sword. This sword has been with me for so many years. Countless geniuses have tried to pull it out, but so far no one has been able to do it. How could a little girl, especially one with such low cultivation, possibly pull it out?"

As he spoke, he glared at Li Zhaoyue with a vicious and cruel look that made her feel uneasy.

Li Zhaoyue was hesitating.

"There's no point in us arguing about this sword here. We might as well think about how to get out," she said.

"I want to get out more than any of you. Why do I have to get this sword?" Lou Daoyan said with a smile.

Xu Xing just looked at Li Zhaoyue quietly, his eyes extremely gentle: "Give it a try. How do you know if it won't work if you don't try?"

Give it a try.

There was also a voice in her heart urging her to act.

Li Zhaoyue's fingertips moved and rested on the top of the hilt. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and clenched his hand.

bass--

Suddenly, a sword light flashed in the dark underground palace, and the sword that had not been drawn out for a long time made a sharp sound of excitement.

Lou Daoyan's face was full of shock. Under his unwavering gaze, Xu Xing chuckled and patted Li Zhaoyue's shoulder.

"How is it? It feels good to hold the sword, right?" he asked with a smile.

Li Zhaoyue was stunned at first, then he caught sight of the dark face of Yan in the corridor and couldn't help laughing.

"You're right, we should give it a try." She coughed lightly and said seriously.

"Otherwise, how can we make some people so angry?" She said as she looked towards Loudao Yan, the smile on her lips growing bigger and bigger.

In the end, the two looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Lou Daoyan stared at them gloomily, pointing at the stagnant sword light above, and said, "One more swing of the sword, and the roof of the underground palace will be split open. Then we can get out."

Perhaps he had accepted the reality, as his tone of voice became much calmer, but his gaze was still fixed on the sword, which made Li Zhaoyue feel uneasy.

"Try again." Xu Xing encouraged her.

With the experience just now, Li Zhaoyue was more decisive when drawing the sword this time, and the sword light was even faster.

The sword energy split the dome, and bright light shone through the crack. Dust fell down like a gray rain.

The light grew brighter and brighter, causing her eyes, accustomed to darkness, to tear up unconsciously. She heard the sound of clothing rubbing against each other, and a pair of hands handed her a light yellow headband.

Li Zhaoyue looked up, and in the slightly dizzy light, Xu Xing's black hair was loose, and his black eyes were bright, as if the Milky Way was flowing in the night sky.

"It will be fine in a moment." He said softly, covering her eyes with the hairband.

Her vision was suddenly plunged into darkness. After losing her vision, her sense of touch and hearing became extremely sensitive. She could feel Xu Xing very close to her, and the tiny breath of air gently rose and fell beside her ear.

She held her breath, her heart beating like a drum.

*

"Hey, I've been walking for so long, why haven't you gone out yet? Don't you know how to find the way?" Fang Yu followed behind Song Shiyu, fanning himself leisurely and said disdainfully.

Song Shiyu rolled her eyes silently in her heart, turned around and put on a charming smile, and said with a smile: "Why, are you tired?"

"Of course you'll be tired after walking for so long." He said as if it was a matter of course.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Song Shiyu's eyes became very ambiguous, scanning from top to bottom, and finally stopping at his □.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yu snapped his folding fan shut, covered his mouth with his hands, and asked vigilantly.

Song Shiyu curled his eyes, chuckled meaningfully, and turned his head away.

This series of actions fully demonstrated her contempt for certain aspects of Fang Yu, making him so angry that his face turned red.

"Song Shiyu, could you please stop being so filthy!"

Song Shiyu suppressed a smile and said lazily, "I've always been like this. Don't you like it?"

Fang Yu gritted his teeth.

"If you don't like it, just bear with it." She sneered and threatened, "If you hold me back again, I'll be lost in no time."

Although Fang Yu was extremely angry, he took a few deep breaths and endured it because Song Shiyu was able to take him out.

That day, the two men were in danger in Yiziyuan. When they regained consciousness, they found themselves in a strange underground palace. The place was almost completely shrouded in darkness and the silence was terrifying. It was like a huge isolated island, and they couldn't get out no matter how hard they tried.

Fang Yu immediately declared a truce and promised not to launch a sneak attack. The two of them joined forces and went out together.

It was just after the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and Song Shiyu was still weak. A fight to the death with Fang Yu would certainly not do any good, so she readily agreed. Song Shiyu knew how to locate the enemy, so the task of leading the way fell on her.

The journey lasted several days. Every time they arrived at a place, the direction of the positioning spell would change. By the end of the journey, both of them were very tired.

Fang Yu gradually lost his patience.

If he still couldn't find a way out today, he decided to attack Song Shiyu. After he absorbed Song Shiyu's power, maybe he could get out.

Fang Yu secretly calculated, forcibly suppressing his anger, and coaxing Song Shiyu to lead the way. Song Shiyu knew Fang Yu too well. She had already made backup plans and deliberately led him around in circles.

The lighting talisman in his hand was about to burn out. Song Shiyu touched his sleeve and happened to touch a piece of talisman paper.

"Hurry up and continue, I can't see clearly." Fang Yu crossed his arms and hugged himself, complaining.

Song Shiyu remembered that he had accidentally taken that piece of talisman paper from Xie Feng when he turned into a candle demon.

She pinched the talisman and finally chose to put it back into her sleeve. After doing all this, the light in her hand snapped out.

"What are you doing? Don't you have a talisman?"

"Oh my, hurry up, I can't see the road clearly."

Fang Yu's complaints kept ringing in his ears. Song Shiyu gave him the middle finger in his heart, turned around abruptly, stretched out his hands and pushed Fang Yu, who was walking in front of him, hard.

The bell tied around the waist made a crisp sound, accompanied by a huge echo and Fang Yu's shrill cry.

This is a deep pit. An hour ago, Song Shiyu explored the terrain here. After an hour's detour, he finally brought Fang Yu here.

"Song Shiyu!"

Fang Yu let out a scream that shook the heavens and earth and made the ghosts cry, and fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.

"Hey, I'm here, no need to shout so loudly." Song Shiyu said loudly with a smug smile on his face, picking his ears.

Fang Yu was still trying to cast a spell and run up. She walked to the edge of the pit, gathered her demonic power, and threw it in the direction Fang Yu was falling. This power turned into a thousand-pound weight, sticking to Fang Yu and carrying him down rapidly.

The pit she chose was bottomless, and because of its special location, it could actually block spiritual energy. In other words, in the pit, unless Fang Yu climbed out herself, otherwise...

Song Shiyu laughed a few times and kicked forward fiercely, sending large chunks of sand and rocks falling. Thinking of Fang Yu's bloody appearance at the bottom of the pit, she felt very happy.

After tidying up his clothes, Song Shiyu hummed a song and walked forward. At this moment, a dazzling sword light pierced the ceiling of the underground palace, and a person suddenly fell from the slowly opening crack.

Yellow Taoist robe, black hair and beautiful face.

It’s Xie Feng.

He closed his eyes and rushed towards Song Shiyu.

All this happened so suddenly that Song Shiyu only had time to take a step to the side before being knocked into the pit by Xie Feng's shuttlecock.

When he fell, Song Shiyu felt desperate and helpless.

The young man in front of her was like a huge piece of hard iron, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

The pit wasn't very deep, and after falling, Song Shiyu only felt a broken rib, but other than that, she felt no other discomfort. She even acted as a cushion for Xie Feng, who remained unscathed.

"Oh, you tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice. Why did you come down here yourself?" Fang Yu's sarcastic voice came from not far away.

He was also seriously injured and was panting after speaking.

Song Shiyu was silent.

"You said it's ok now, no one can go out, just wait to die here." Fang Yu said.

She felt the body that had fallen on her move, and after a moment, she felt lighter. Xie Feng seemed to wake up, climbed off her, and frowned at the two people lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Fang Yu? And you?" Xie Feng's tone suddenly changed when he saw her.

Song Shiyu thought to herself, if it weren’t for me, you would be the one who would be smashed into a meat pie.

"It's me, what's wrong?" She sounded unhappy because she was upset.

Xie Feng only took a quick look and roughly understood what had happened. He immediately felt a little regretful for his offensive attitude.

He coughed lightly and looked at her awkwardly: "Just now..."

"Ouch--" Fang Yu's cry in the distance interrupted them. Xie Feng looked forward and found a snake swimming past Fang Yu, who was covered in blood.

The Meteor Sword came quickly and killed the snake as it bit it.