Chapter 63: Immortal Cultivation 8

"Sigh..."

Dongfang Xianyun sat alone by the stream, with an ordinary long sword for training in his hand.

"What happened?"

"What made our innocent and cute little junior brother sigh?"

Ye Qianyi, the second disciple of Kong Qingyang, the leader of Yunyan Sect.

Dongfang Xianyun's senior sister, Lu Yihan's junior sister.

The three disciples accepted by Kong Qingyang have different personalities.

The eldest disciple Lu Yihan has the reputation of a genius, with a cold personality and is obsessed with cultivation. Even in the Yunyan Sect, he is rarely seen.

The second disciple Ye Qianyi is steady and gentle. When the leader is away, she takes care of the trivial matters of cultivation.

The young disciple Dongfang Xianyun was jumping up and down noisily. He was considered the mascot and the little live treasure of the entire Yunyan Sect. He was lively and could even chat with the sweeper.

Ye Qianyi, who was dressed in a plain green robe, walked slowly to the side of Dongfang Xianyun and reached out to touch the head of her young disciple.

"Senior sister..."

Dongfang Xianyun raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qianyi, who had a gentle expression, and stretched out his voice.

"It's that senior brother Lu Xiangwan from Lingxi. I don't know what's wrong with him. He always comes to our Yunyan to find the senior brother..." He even

chooses the time when the senior brother teaches him swordsmanship!

How hateful!

Moreover, Yunyan and Lingxi have always been at odds. The disciples of the two sects are always tit-for-tat when they meet, wishing to find faults with each other from head to toe.

How could Lu Xiangwan be like him, relying on the art of concealing his whereabouts, and feel like he is at home in Yunyan.

Dongfang Xianyun didn't believe that his master didn't notice, but actually condoned Lu Xiangwan's actions.

And the eldest senior brother turned his elbow outward, allowing this man to take advantage of the opportunity of the competition to do something.

How could Dongfang Xianyun not be angry?

Once again, Lu Xiangwan drove him out of the so-called "world of two people" with inexplicable excuses. Dongfang Xianyun threw down his sword and ran to the river to sulk.

Now seeing his own senior sister, Dongfang Xianyun exaggerated and reported Lu Xiangwan's "crimes" all at once.

"...Senior Sister, just tell me if Lu Xiangwan has bad intentions!"

"Damn it, if this goes on, what if our eldest senior brother is kidnapped by him?"

The more Dongfang Xianyun thought about it, the more likely it was. He picked up the long sword in his hand, pulled Ye Qianyi along, and was about to kill Ji Wanfeng again.

"Don't worry, little brother."

Ye Qianyi quickly grabbed the angry Dongfang Xianyun and comforted him:

"You know the character of the eldest senior brother. It's not easy to meet a peer of equal strength, let them communicate and compete." "

Besides, even if Lu Xiangwan can kidnap the eldest senior brother, it depends on whether our master agrees."

"So don't be angry, even if the eldest senior brother doesn't have time to practice sword with you during this period, will the senior sister practice with you?"

Ye Qianyi touched the little junior brother's head, bent slightly, and faced Dongfang Xianyun.

"...Okay, actually I'm not very angry."

Dongfang Xianyun has a noisy personality and is easy to lose his temper, but he always gets better quickly.

At this moment, the anger caused by Lu Xiangwan's teasing had long disappeared, and she was instead embarrassed by Ye Qianyi's tone that was like coaxing a child.

"Sister, if you are busy, don't worry about me. I can do it myself. I can also find other senior brothers and sisters."

"Sister, bye-bye--"

After saying that, Dongfang Xianyun ran away with the sword in hand.

"This kid..."

Ye Qianyi shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Then she thought of Dongfang Xianyun's accusation against Lu Xiangwan, and her light-colored eyes could not help but show a little smile.

The eldest senior brother has always been obsessed with cultivation, and he lives alone. He lives in Jiwan Peak, which is covered with ice and snow all year round. Ye Qianyi is afraid that he will get sick.

Kong Qingyang and Ye Qianyi have both advised him to move out and move to another peak.

But Lu Yihan was a stubborn person, and he insisted that this place was quiet and sparsely populated, and the ice and snow were just right for sword practice.

At that time, Ye Qianyi felt that her eldest senior brother was just like an ice man who was born without any emotional fluctuations, cold and hard.

That natural ice armor seemed to keep out anyone who came to contact and test him. It was not

until later when they slowly came into contact that they were able to glimpse the true feelings sealed behind the layers of ice armor.

Now that they finally waited for Lu Xiangwan to break through Lu Yihan's layer of ice, Ye Qianyi was naturally happy.

I believe that the master thought so too.

*

Ji Wanfeng.

"Little Yihan, look!"

Lu Xiangwan appeared out of nowhere and rushed to Lu Yihan with interest, with his hands bent and clasped, as if holding something.

"What?"

"Hey, why are you so cold, Senior Brother Lu? At least be more expectant."

Lu Xiangwan started to act pitiful as usual.

"This is a small magic trick I specially improved."

"Absolutely original, the only one in the whole fairy world!"

"What is this-?"

Lu Yihan tried to increase the so-called expectation in his tone, imitating Lu Xiangwan's usual tone of voice, and slightly lengthened his tone.

Seeing Lu Yihan's expression still unchanged, Lu Xiangwan sighed helplessly:

"Well, at least there are two more words."

"Okay, little Yihan, come closer and don't blink~"

Lu Xiangwan approached mysteriously and placed his two cupped hands between the two of them.

Lu Xiangwan silently counted the steady heartbeats in his chest and slowly loosened his hands.

Countless blue butterflies with brilliant colors broke free from the restraints of his palms, flapped their wings, and flew in the air. The graceful blue butterflies

spread their wings like a peacock, and the colors of the butterfly wings jumped between dark blue, azure blue and light blue. The white veins on the wings were like inlaid jewels, shining brightly.

Lu Xiangwan didn't look at the blue butterflies flying in the sky, but just turned his head to look at Lu Yihan beside him.

The blue butterflies surrounded the two of them, like blue leaves blown by the autumn wind, flying, spinning, and dancing.

The faint glow of the blue butterflies was imprinted in the man's calm eyes, and was also engraved in Lu Xiangwan's heart.

Lu Yihan didn't know when to retract his gaze and turned his head.

His dark eyes turned to Lu Xiangwan.

He pursed his lips first, and a smile slowly climbed up his cold and distant eyebrows.

Lu Xiangwan counted the dirty beating in his chest again.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

It was so violent that it seemed to jump out of his heart.

*

Lu Xiangwan has studied a lot of offensive, defensive, and auxiliary spells.

But Lu Xiangwan had never tried this kind of "fancy and non-offensive" spell.

If Gu Guangbai knew that he was not doing his job and spent a whole night studying how to transform the blue Danube butterfly, he would definitely sweep him out with a broom.

Lu Xiangwan felt so much pain on his face when he thought about how he had disdained this "useless" little spell before.

But, who cares.

Today is definitely a day that will go down in history.

Didn't you see that this "little spell" broke the thousand-year-old cold face of the ten-thousand-year-old ice?

Lu Xiangwan expressed his pride.