Chapter 107

As Xiao Mo played the music, he seemed to have some realizations. He played two songs in total and then stopped. He took out the music practice method from his storage, read and wrote at the same time, trying to figure out a method that best suited him at the moment.

It's just like Chu Jinglan who read many sword manuals and finally figured out his own swordsmanship bit by bit.

Cultivation requires integration and penetration.

Xiao Mo also carried a sword this time. In his previous life in the world of cultivation, he was also a swordsman and even used a sword to spar with Chu Jinglan. His sword was not as sharp as Chu Jinglan's, but more elegant and flexible. However, he had not used it for a long time, and now he felt a little unfamiliar with the sword.

Xiao Mo held the pen and wrote and drew on the paper, seeming to be lost in thought.

Le Xiu uses music to defend against enemies, and spends all his time on music and the use of spiritual power. Therefore, his close combat skills are almost equal to zero compared to most people. Le Xiu has practiced swordsmanship before, and has some understanding of sword spirit. Even if he does not have a sword in his hand, his spiritual power can condense into sword energy. However, his understanding of swordsmanship is not as good as Chu Jinglan's. Without the sword, the power of his sword energy will be greatly reduced.

His understanding of music is more profound than swordsmanship, so now he wants to focus on music cultivation. Swordsmanship moves can be used as an auxiliary means. Is there any way to increase the power of this auxiliary means?

Flying flowers can be used as swords, spiritual power can be used as sword intent, then... Xiao Mo looked at the flute in his hand.

This flute is also a heavenly instrument. It is made of high-quality materials and has a sturdy body. Xiao Mo stroked it and his eyes lit up. In that case, why not wrap the flute with spiritual power and use it as a sword?

Although it's a bit short, it's enough for close combat.

Xiao Mo shook the flute in his hand and gestured slightly to try the feel. His body now had water spiritual roots, and his spiritual power was pure. He was as good as water, and could take any shape or shape, with both hardness and softness complementing each other. He condensed several sword intentions on the flute body, and the integration was quite good.

It was not surprising that Xiao Mo was not the only one practicing, but when he focused his sword intent on the flute, some people took a second look.

Mo Zhi also looked over in surprise. He didn't know that Xiao Mo also practiced swordsmanship: "You are very good at swordsmanship, Master... Ahem, Honglian, do you want to use the flute as a sword?"

"Well, I want to focus on music, with sword as a supplement." Xiao Mo's fingers wiped across the flute like wiping a sword, and the sword spirit hummed. "Maybe this is more suitable for me."

Among the three children who came up from the lower world, Yanchun was famous for his talisman formations, Chuxia for her medical skills, and Mozhi had the highest talent in cultivation among them, and was the only one who had currently broken through to the Mahayana stage.

He saw something and pondered it in his mind. When others saw this, they thought: He follows Chu Jinglan to practice but doesn't focus on swordsmanship. This is such a waste of a good master. But maybe Immortal Chu favors people with such creative ideas, so he accepted him?

The people who were still sitting nearby immediately laughed and said, "Daoyou have a high level of enlightenment. I wonder if the Immortal Venerable is willing to recruit disciples with enlightenment?"

Xiao Mo sighed in his heart, but replied to them: "Although I have received the guidance of the Immortal Venerable, we are not the master and disciple. The Immortal Venerable will not accept disciples. However, if the Du'e Sect wants to recruit disciples, it will definitely inform the world, so you don't need to ask us for information."

The man smiled embarrassedly and nodded.

Chu Jinglan practiced for an hour. Today he was in a very stable state of mind. His spiritual practice was smooth and he could see Xiao Mo at a glance. He was no longer tense and felt relaxed for the first time.

Xiao Mo was concentrating on gathering his sword energy. Chu Jinglan knew what Xiao Mo was thinking as soon as he saw him. Using the flute as a sword was a good idea. He also knew how hard Xiao Mo worked on his cultivation. It had been like this since the time of his inner demon.

Chu Jinglan just looked at him quietly. Xiao Mo emitted a sword energy and exhaled slowly. His facial expression was very serious while practicing. When he looked up and saw Chu Jinglan, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were immediately filled with smiles, more beautiful than peach blossoms and spring water.

"Have you finished your spiritual cultivation today? How do you feel?"

Chu Jinglan nodded in surprise. He brought Xiao Mo's hand holding the flute over to him and said, "Want to use the flute to control the sword?"

Xiao Mo moved closer and said, "Yeah."

Chu Jinglan placed his palm on the back of Xiao Mo's hand, and with his spiritual power flowing, he guided him hand in hand to stroke the flute: "There are different kinds of swords in the world. If you regard the flute as a sword, you need to know where the blade is and where the edge is."

The back of Xiao Mo's hand was pressed against Chu Jinglan's soothing warmth. As Chu Jinglan applied force, Chu Jinglan led his hand to stop, then held Xiao Mo's hand tightly and led him to swing outward and chop: "Here."

A sword energy smashed towards the open space, smoothly, and Xiao Mo's eyes lit up: he always felt that it was lacking something just now, but this one was just right.

Chu Jinglan helped him stand up, flipped his wrist, a flash of light appeared, and the sword energy slashed across the air again.

"The army controls the form, and the form controls the mind."

Xiao Mo was unknowingly brought in front of Chu Jinglan. He was immersed in feeling the surging sword power. The people around him also looked over, observing the harmonious moves, which would also help their own cultivation. Besides, there was someone to explain it, so it would be a waste not to take this lesson.

Lian Yueming couldn't help but look over and admire this fresh sword technique, but he only admired it for two seconds before he stopped between Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo's next moves.

Gai Yinchu was shocked and took advantage of the situation to grab Xiao Mo's waist, which was very natural and easy.

The two men swung their swords in sync, their movements were neat and smooth, but their chests were pressed against their backs, and every delicate movement of their fingers was not only pleasing to the eyes, but also exuded an aura of intimacy, as if there were only the two of them in that piece of heaven and earth, and no one else could fit in.

But there were clearly other people next to them, and they were not far away.

After the devastating sword energy, many people hissed.

For the exquisite moves and also for the greasy atmosphere.

My teeth ache, they really do!

Chu Jinglan stopped, and Xiao Mo was extremely delighted: "Yes, this is how it should feel, you are worthy of it."

"I entered the Dao with the sword, and I have seen and heard more, but you have a good understanding, and you understand everything at once."

Xiao Mo turned around with his arms around her waist, raised his arms around his neck, and smiled: "I'm praising you, just accept it."

Chu Jinglan opened his mouth in shock: "I——"

But he couldn't finish his words because his mouth was blocked.

Xiao Mo blocked it with his lips.

The sounds of people sucking in the cool air all around suddenly became uniform, and everyone turned their faces away. Some people subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands, but the gaps were a little too big, revealing glowing eyes and red faces underneath.

Chu Jinglan's pupils shrank in shock, but she immediately pinched Xiao Mo's waist and pressed him completely into her arms, then kissed him back with her eyes closed.

There were many people around, so the two didn't kiss too deeply. When they separated, Chu Jinglan's fingers brushed the corner of Xiao Mo's lips, his eyes were deep, but this time it was not the look caused by a breakdown of consciousness, it was clearly that he was dangerously ignited by the person in front of him.

After leaving Du'e Sect, Xiao Mo acted very boldly, talking about his closeness to him all the time, without any restraint, and showing their relationship openly and generously. Such natural intimacy was something Chu Jinglan had never imagined before.

Even three hundred years ago, when Chu Jinglan wanted Xiao Mo to understand his feelings, he had never imagined such a scene when he imagined the future.

When I was young, I didn’t understand, and later on… I didn’t dare.

However, Xiao Mo broke down the barrier and put his heart in front of him as much as possible, trying to make him understand the simple truth in the most direct and enthusiastic way.

Xiao Mo was pleased with him.

Because of his mental turmoil and insecurity, Xiao Mo used every sound and every movement to convey his feelings, sending them directly into Chu Jinglan's heart to heal his wounds.

Chu Jinglan hugged Xiao Mo and gently placed his chin on his shoulder.

This person in my arms... is really great.

Yue Ming really lowered his head and covered his eyes. He was originally really happy for Chu Jinglan, but now he realized that he was too careless.

Although Mo Lan and Chu Jing Lan often gave off some sweet aura back then, they were definitely not as bold as the two of them now. If I had to make a metaphor, it's like the difference between a young boy who is just a little bit mature and an old married couple.

If he had known that this would harm his eyes, he would have strongly opposed it when Chu Jinglan asked him to go with him. Why would he have agreed to it?

Over the night, everyone watched a wonderful swordsmanship teaching and ate a mouthful of dog food. Apart from that, the world was at peace and no one could attack.

Judging from the speed at which they were moving, it seemed that they would have to walk for more than ten days. Nothing happened on the second day, and on the third day, someone finally arrived.

There were five people in total, all of whom were at the Spirit Severing stage. Although they used rare magical tools to conceal their figures and aura, they were still discovered.

There are four demons and one demon cultivator. They don’t want to save Fen Xiu. They risked their lives to come here just to take his blood and leave after taking it.

Unfortunately, as soon as he approached the team, he was accurately pulled out by Jun Bushu and his invisibility was broken.

Yue Ming raised his eyes and scanned the area: "They are just a few distractions. There is no need for us to take action. Catch them, and try to catch them alive so that we can interrogate them."

Ten spirits in the team attacked together. Chu Jinglan looked past them and raised his sword to block the demon cultivator who was trying to escape. He said to Xiao Mo: "You try it. Use only sword power to attack him, without using music."

It was obvious that he wanted to use the magic cultivator for Xiao Mo to practice.

The demon cultivator understood the meaning behind their words and felt extremely humiliated. The escort team was only able to act so arrogant because of their numbers and the presence of several Mahayana cultivators. Otherwise, how could these two guys in the early stage of the Spirit Severing Realm have the turn to be so presumptuous!

He had already used his killing move, and his disguise had been exposed, but he wanted to survive, so let him tear open a hole here and find his own way out!

Xiao Mo and the demon cultivator attacked at the same time. Xiao Mo used his flute as a sword, and the sword energy swept out. The demon cultivator thought he was a music cultivator, and approached him at a very fast speed, trying to suppress him. Unexpectedly, Xiao Mo's move did surprise him a little, but -

Xiao Mo: "Ah, it's off."

The evil cultivator was ecstatic, as if he had already seen the boy being killed by his blow, but his move did not fall on Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo immediately put the flute to his lips and used the sound waves to shock him away. Before the demon cultivator could steady himself, he was knocked down by a sword that pierced out from the wind and snow.

Chu Jinglan made a sword flower, stood with the sword on his back, hiding his achievements and fame, and said to Xiao Mo: "Come again."

Xiao Mo turned his hand and grasped the flute, with a strong fighting spirit: "Here I come."

Demon cultivator: "..."

This is too much!

The demon cultivator suddenly vomited three liters of blood, and no one knew whether it was because he was injured or angry.

The other disciples didn't know whether they should go up and help.

Yueming: "..."

Chu Jinglan's doting spirit hasn't changed at all even when he's gone crazy.

"Let these two take care of the demon cultivators," Yue Ming said with a toothache, turning away, "Don't let the other four get away!"