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After Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang participated in the Dharma exchange at Jianfeng, everyone felt happy.

Wu Manshuang was very happy as he received the sword formation modification order that Jianfeng had just issued.

Yan Luoyue made an automatic sword maintenance vending machine, gained spiritual stones, fame, and good relationships from Jianfeng, and she was very happy.

Jianfeng received a sword array modification that was inexpensive and cost-effective, and the other party also gave him a Jindan-stage sword array trial kit for free!

At least Jianfeng's manager is very happy.

As for the disciples of Jianfeng...

Hehehe, high-level sword maintenance only costs ten spirit stones each time.

You can also choose colorful breathing lights/pink heart effects, luminous lotus skin for your favorite sword...all of this is super cool!

So, in this national event, is there anyone who is an exception?

Hmm... this one.

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, who has been competitive all his life, stood alone in the cold wind, silent.

His back revealed an exponential amount of sadness and sobbing.

Yan Luoyue: “…cough.”

Although Yuan Feiyu stood straight like a capital exclamation mark, Yan Luoyue could still read a confused question mark from his temperament.

Yuan Feiyu's existence is like an unwilling question - is it true? Is everyone really happy?

As a disciple sent by Jianfeng to teach the Dharma, a guest whose spiritual limit had been broken by Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang for three months, and an opponent who had been scraping against Yan Luoyue for ten days and ten nights in front of all the peak masters...

Yuan Feiyu could only comfort himself: It doesn't matter, life is very short, it will be over in the blink of an eye.

As the instigator of all this, Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly and walked forward to pat Yuan Feiyu on the shoulder.

"Um, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, would you like to give your sword a free maintenance?"

Yan Luoyue emphasized the word "free".

Then, in less than one tenth of a second, Yuan Feiyu turned around vigorously.

He held out his beloved sword even faster than the answer: "Yes!"

After a pause, Yuan Feiyu added: "Can the beautiful sword pattern on the sword this time be made into a black and white polka dot pattern? The same as the one you made for Senior Sister Liu last time?"

Yan Luoyue: "...sure."

Yan Luoyue was speechless and choked up in her heart, yet she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The happiness of sword cultivators is really simple.

After Yan Luoyue finished the maintenance, Yuan Feiyu hugged his beloved sword and returned to his previous appearance.

From the outside, he looked like a spirited young swordsman—and he had a beautiful wife!

Yuan Feiyu said: "Junior Sister Yan, Junior Brother Wu, your next stop for the Dharma exchange is Fufeng, and the person who will pick you up is Senior Brother Kang of Fufeng... Well, let me give you a ride."

The competitive and somewhat arrogant middle school boy couldn't say anything to keep her.

He just offered to give them a ride a little awkwardly.

Yan Luoyue nodded and said nothing.

Wu Manshuang suddenly had an epiphany and immediately saw through Yuan Feiyu's reluctance.

The delicate and sensitive little snake lowered its head and thought for a while. It did not directly expose Yuan Feiyu's lingering feelings, but said very subtly:

"Brother Xiao Yuan, after we finish teaching and exchanging ideas, Luo Yue and I will come again to help you build the sword formation at Jianfeng."

These words were just like an air pump. Brother Xiao Yuan, who had been feeling a little wilted, was instantly filled with energy.

He nodded seriously: "Of course - and, I've corrected you so many times, you should call me Senior Brother Da Yuan."

Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue turned and glanced at each other.

The next second, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Yuan Feiyu accompanied the two of them all the way to the edge of Jianfeng's territory. A few steps further, they would enter the area of ​​Cuiwei Sword Pavilion.

Just when the three were about to say goodbye, a slender and handsome figure suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Yan Luoyue's eyes lit up and a happy smile appeared on her face.

She waved in the direction of the figure: "Senior Brother Jiang!"

Wu Manshuang also smiled and followed Yan Luoyue to greet him.

Only Yuan Feiyu still looked unhappy.

But his overall aura suddenly rose from 1.6 meters to 18 feet!

"Senior Brother Jiang Tingbai."

Jiang Tingbai stopped and nodded at them with a smile.

Yan Luoyue took Wu Manshuang's hand, ran to Jiang Tingbai in two steps, and looked up at him:

"Why did Senior Brother Jiang come here?"

With a hint of mischief in mind, Yan Luoyue thought jokingly: Could it be that he came here to pay a ticket to visit the Dadao Qingtian Monument?

Fortunately, Jiang Tingbai had no idea what Yan Luoyue was thinking.

He pointed in the direction of Cui Wei Jian Pavilion with great respect: "I'll come to Jian Pavilion to take a look."

Jiang Tingbai grew up listening to the stories of Cui Wei Jian Ge. He has infinite respect for the former sword-cultivating heroes, and also sighs with emotion for the ending of Jian Ge.

So after Jiang Tingbai gave up his medical practice for some reason, his first thought was to switch from medicine to swordsmanship and become a swordsman from then on.

Turning his gaze toward the towering mountains standing between heaven and earth, Jiang Tingbai let out a long sigh.

"When I'm not practicing swordplay, I often walk around the Cui Wei Sword Pavilion."

He wiped the dust off the swords of his predecessors and visited one cenotaph after another.

As a junior student, Jiang Tingbai walked through the mountains full of broken swords.

Even though those famous swords that have remained rustless for thousands of years have often accompanied their former masters into the rocks, they still retain a trace of their past sword spirits - light, domineering, majestic, and earth-shattering...

It was as if even though their bones and blood had decayed in the earth, the souls of those sword practitioners still hovered over the Sword Pavilion, giving selfless enlightenment to their fellow practitioners in this way.

Yuan Feiyu tilted his head slightly.

As soon as he moved, Jiang Tingbai somehow noticed it and asked in a gentle voice, "I wonder if Junior Brother Yuan has any advice for me?"

"I don't deserve your advice." Yuan Feiyu said.

I don't know when it started, but he looked a little angry again.

"But since you are so devoted to swordsmanship, why... why don't you join our Sword Peak?"

——If you don’t want to enter Jianfeng, then don’t enter. You are the first one to carve a word on the Qingtian Monument on Jianfeng Avenue, and you even charge for admission!

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan, who is full of resentment and is about to complain, is so pitiful.

Yan Luoyue held back her laughter and turned her head to the side.

——What’s wrong?

Wu Manshuang tapped the palm of her hand twice with her fingertips.

Yan Luoyue mouthed: Don’t laugh in front of Senior Brother Xiao Yuan.

After all, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan had been bullied enough by the two of them in the past few days.

Wu Manshuang thought about it and mouthed to her: Should I cover it for you?

Yan Luoyue looked at him curiously: Okay.

The next second, Wu Manshuang unbuttoned her hood. Immediately, the light in front of Yan Luoyue's eyes dimmed.

The pitch-black hood was like a raincoat, covering the two men's heads with a swish, and the hem hung down to their waists, completely hiding their expressions.

Wu Manshuang whispered to Yan Luoyue in a very low voice: "Laugh softly, no one will notice."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Good guy, if you say cover it up, then cover it up, and it’s a physical cover up!

Yan Luoyue also whispered to Wu Manshuang: "Then you just need to cover me, why do you cover yourself as well?

"Because..." Wu Manshuang smiled embarrassedly.

Even under the dim light of the tent, and even through the layer of white veil covering his eyes, Yan Luoyue could still feel that his eyes were sparkling.

"Happiness is best shared by two people."

It was like every time he saw Yan Luoyue smiling with her eyes curved, he would subconsciously feel happy too.

Happiness that is delivered becomes double happiness.

This time, Yan Luoyue really couldn't help laughing.

She whispered, "I guess Brother Jiang must be very confused right now."

——What happened? Why did his junior brothers and sisters suddenly abandon him and artificially create a fighting cape barrier?

Wu Manshuang thought about it and felt that Yan Luoyue was right.

"Well, you have to think about others, too."

He reflected deeply and corrected himself on the spot: "Then next time you want to laugh, I will cover Senior Brother Xiao Yuan up."

This way, if the victim can't see, it's okay to laugh.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Looking at Wu Manshuang's righteous face, which didn't seem to show anything wrong, Yan Luoyue laughed so hard that she squatted on the ground holding her stomach.

"?"

Wu Manshuang tilted her head in confusion.

However, since Yan Luoyue had already squatted down, he of course also squatted down with his cloak on his head to cover the laughing Yan Luoyue.

Looking from the side, their round heads looked like black plastic bags.

After laughing enough, Yan Luoyue pulled at his tent and poked his head out from under his clothes.

She found that although Senior Brother Jiang gave her a surprised look, he still tried his best to smooth things over for the fellow students who suddenly started to make trouble.

Jiang Tingbai answered Yuan Feiyu's question, and that answer attracted all the attention of Senior Brother Yuan.

He said: "In fact, when I first participated in the entrance selection of Guiyuan Sect, I came for Jianfeng. But when selecting disciples, Jianfeng screened me out, thinking that I was kind by nature and it would be difficult for me to be a sword cultivator."

When talking about the rejection he suffered nearly a hundred years ago, Jiang Tingbai did not have any negative emotions, nor did he feel proud of his current achievements.

He just spoke calmly, as if he was telling a story that had already been frozen.

Yuan Feiyu was somewhat surprised: "With Senior Brother Jiang's talent, would he be rejected by Jianfeng?"

Jiang Tingbai smiled gently: "To be honest, although I had some talent at that time, it was not in the use of swords. Medical Peak and Dan Peak wanted to accept me, but that was not what I wanted."

"I had already made up my mind to use the sword in my hand to bring peace to the world."

Yuan Feiyu was stunned after listening to the story: "Then, how did Master Ji ..."

How did Ji Qinghong come up with the idea of ​​training a disciple who had already been abandoned by Jianfeng to become a sword practitioner?

Could it be that the master of Suyi Hall is also involved in swordsmanship?

Jiang Tingbai showed a look of reminiscence.

"My master loved to give advice to young people. When he saw that I was at a loss as to how to proceed, he took me back to Suyi Hall."

After a pause, Jiang Tingbai added: "It's a coincidence that my confused state of mind at that time was somewhat similar to the artistic conception of 'The road is as vast as the blue sky, but I am the only one who cannot get out' on the sword tablet."

Yuan Feiyu asked impatiently, "And then?"

"Then..." Jiang Ting took a deep breath, "Then, Master asked me if I really wanted to be a sword cultivator?"

"I said yes, and Master asked me to sign a life-or-death contract first."

Yan Luoyue quietly raised her ears and listened: "..."

Wu Manshuang, who was also quietly listening, said: "..."

Wait, why does this development direction sound so bad?

Yuan Feiyu also widened his eyes: "Then you...did you sign it?"

Jiang Tingbai nodded with a smile: "Yes, I signed. Afterwards, Master tested me with the illusion array for three days and nights. I narrowly escaped death several times and was forced into a situation where I had no way to retreat. I could not bear it, so I finally drew my sword."

At that moment, Jiang Ting drew his sword, and the sword spirit was formed.

He described the process simply, but it sounded like thunder to Yan Luoyue's ears.

You know, even with Senior Brother Jiang's good temper, he was forced to draw his sword by the illusion. It can be seen that the situation at that time was really as Jiang Tingbai described, and he could not retreat even a single step.

Yuan Feiyu opened his mouth and for some reason sensed a hint of thrill from Jiang Tingbai's description of her as calm as the surface of water.

"If Senior Brother Jiang is only a mirage away from becoming a swordsman, why doesn't the Peak Master do this?"

Since Jiang Tingbai was once described as "kind by nature", he might really not be suitable to be a swordsman.

But can Uncle Ji do the same thing with just an illusion array?

Jiang Tingbai thought for a moment and answered firmly, "Although Master Chu Feng holds a sword, he is not fond of killing. He is a just and fair gentleman."

"My master has set up an illusion for me. If I can't escape it with my own strength, the consequences may be... extreme."

Clearing his throat, Jiang Tingbai said tactfully: "Well, I think Master Chu Feng probably can't do such a thing."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She understood.

In short, Ji Qinghong is more immoral and more likely to commit such a crime.

No wonder all the young people who had been taught by him before ran away. Who could stand Ji Qinghong's teaching method?

In the end, Senior Brother was actually willing to stay. He is such a kind person!

If among the three of them, Jiang Tingbai is a procedural justiceist and she herself is a result justiceist, then Ji Qinghong cannot be considered a justiceist at all.

Yuan Feiyu asked in a daze: "Brother Jiang, what did you see in the illusion?"

Jiang Tingbai closed his eyes and smiled.

"I see the reason why I have to draw my sword."

When he saw that he had failed to cure the disease, he was hunted down by other monks, and the patients there were killed right in front of him.

The man rolled down in front of him, and bright red blood gushed out, soon soaking most of the straw mat.

He saw a group of fellow villagers who had been displaced by the demonic calamity in the past.

Those people were the motivation for Jiang Ting to study medicine. Dozens or even hundreds of them were trembling and pulling the straw rope.

The two strongest men held the head and tail of the straw rope respectively, ensuring that the old, weak and disabled in the team could use this thin rope to gain strength.

The monster caught up with the group of mortals and ripped open their bellies as easily as a knife cutting tofu.

Jiang Tingbai also saw many familiar and unfamiliar faces in the world.

Countless people raised their hands towards him and surrounded Jiang Tingbai, each of them with wounds on their bodies.

Some were as thin as a stick, except for their bellies which were as round as drums; some had a big hole in their chests, with their withered hearts hanging on their ribs; others had half of their faces torn off by monsters, with their eyeballs falling out of their sockets and dangling at the corners of their lips.

These people asked Jiang Tingbai in unison: The world is like a furnace, how are you going to save me?

Do you want to use medicine or sword?

Then, facing the disaster of floods all over the sky, rocks and mudslides, and the dark pressure of the devil that covered the sky and did not let out a single ray of light, Jiang Tingbai drew out his sword.

——First for the present, then for those around him, and finally for all the people in the world within his sight, Jiang Tingbai drew his sword.

Therefore, Jiang Tingbai left those words on the Qingtian Monument on the Great Dao, because that was exactly what he felt when he escaped from the predicament.

Therefore, Jiang Tingbai’s first level of sword intent is called “cultivating my generation.”

And his second level of sword intent is called...

Yuan Feiyu murmured word by word: "——Spring comes to all things."

Jiang Tingbai nodded with a smile: "That's right."

Yuan Feiyu took a deep breath.

This somewhat proud and arrogant young swordsman lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he raised his head towards Jiang Tingbai, bent down and took the lead in performing a sword salute.

Yuan Feiyu said in a sonorous voice: "I want to challenge Senior Brother Jiang."

Jiang Tingbai smiled slightly: "Okay."

Yuan Feiyu stared at him closely, and emphasized as he had instructed Yan Luoyue before:

"Please don't hold back on me, brother. Just use all your strength. I want to see your strongest ability."

Jiang Tingbai still maintained that gentle smile. Instead of asking Yuan Feiyu "Are you sure?", he nodded again.

"OK."

The next second, Jiang Tingbai's momentum spread like an ocean.

He didn't even draw his sword, but just with his endless aura, he was able to overwhelm Yuan Feiyu to the point where he couldn't breathe.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yuan Feiyu would never have thought that the sword intent of "Spring of All Things", which sounds so friendly and gentle, could actually be so terrifying.

All things begin to grow, insects begin to sprout, and heaven and earth revive.

Yuan Feiyu is like a tiny insect in spring, surrounded by enemies on all sides in this gentle breeze and drizzle.

Birds are enemies, reptiles are enemies, spring rain that falls too quickly is an enemy...even the most lovable force of life becomes an enemy because of the rapidly passing time and years!

Before he knew it, Yuan Feiyu's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Jiang Tingbai.

He gritted his teeth hard, his body was staggering and even his knees were bending uncontrollably.

But before being knocked down, Yuan Feiyu finally drew his sword.

At the moment he drew his sword, Yuan Feiyu suddenly had an epiphany.

The sword heart that he had asked himself countless times was now clear as a mirror. A brand new power was emanating from Yuan Feiyu's heart and sword.

That is the sword intention.

Yuan Feiyu finally awakened his sword intent.

It turns out that the indomitable sword spirit does not regard the opponent as an insignificant enemy.

Instead, he was still able to swing the sword after seeing clearly the vastness and majesty of his opponent.

The aura that had been surging from Jiang Tingbai like a tide suddenly stopped at this moment.

He smiled sincerely and said in a gentle voice, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Yuan."

"No." Yuan Feiyu bowed to the ground, "I finally understand it completely... I should thank Senior Brother Jiang for his guidance."

The young swordsman straightened up, his hair was disheveled with sword energy, and his eyes were bright as stars.

Senior Brother Xiao Yuan is still the slightly arrogant Senior Brother Xiao Yuan.

But after seeing the vastness of the world with his own eyes, he seemed not to be so arrogant anymore.

Yan Luoyue blinked and called out tentatively, "Senior Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Hey." Yuan Feiyu said conditionally, "Da Yuan, you should call me Senior Brother Da Yuan."

——Okay, it’s confirmed, Senior Brother Xiao Yuan is still very strong throughout his life!

Just like that, Yuan Feiyu hurriedly said goodbye to the three of them, went back to seclusion, and prepared to comprehend his newly awakened sword intent.

After watching Senior Brother Xiao Yuan leave, Jiang Tingbai smiled, bent his fingers, and tapped Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang lightly on their foreheads.

"What were you two whispering about just now?"

Yan Luoyue said with a smile: "Hide and seek, Senior Brother, do you want to hide with us?"

"I can't." Jiang Tingbai looked at his junior sister helplessly.

"I also heard about the result of your fight at Jianfeng. Junior Brother Yuan has taken good care of you over the past few months. You should stop bullying him."

Jiang Tingbai had just given Yuan Feiyu some indirect advice, quietly helping Yuan Feiyu to understand the meaning of the sword.

This action seems unintentional, but it is actually intentional.

One reason is that Jiang Tingbai is indeed gentle by nature.

Secondly, I want to thank Yuan Feiyu for taking care of Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang during these days.

——Especially the time when he and Yan Luoyue scraped each other on the stage for ten days and ten nights.

As a fellow swordsman, Jiang Tingbai could understand the mental damage Yuan Feiyu had suffered just by imagining it in his mind.

As for Wu Manshuang...

Jiang Tingbai obviously knew the reason why Wu Manshuang did not participate in the competition.

He smiled and praised, "I heard that you have modified Jianfeng's Golden Core Sword Formation? You are indeed worthy of being our Guiyuan Sect's disciple. In time, you will be able to inherit Master's legacy."

Jiang Tingbai said in a gentle voice: "I know your strength. It was an accident that prevented you from entering the ring. Otherwise, you would have won easily."

"——Come, take the winner's reward. Senior Brother will give it to you privately."

As he spoke, Jiang Tingbai took something out of his storage bag.

"What is this?" Yan Luoyue poked her head over Wu Manshuang's shoulder. "A bird's nest? Senior Brother, which tree did you pick it from just now?"

Jiang Tingbai ignored her.

Wu Manshuang stared at the mess of intertwined branches for a few seconds and managed to identify it:

"…So this is a magpie's nest?"

He went on to define the types of bird nests.

“…”

Jiang Tingbai hesitated for a few seconds, but still asked bravely: "Can't you see that this is a crown that belongs to the victor?"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wu Manshuang: “…”

God damn, the crown belongs to the victor.

This is clearly a bird's nest, and it looks so fresh that you can almost reach out and take out the bird eggs from it!

Yan Luoyue's shoulders began to tremble, and it was obvious that she was about to laugh again.

Wu Manshuang thought for a moment, then untied her cloak.

Then, Wu Manshuang raised her arm and without any hesitation, she directly covered the person involved, Jiang Tingbai, with her head!

"Laugh." Wu Manshuang said righteously, "Senior Brother can't see it."

Jiang Tingbai: "..."

But he can still hear!

Jiang Tingbai lifted the hood on his face with amusement and bent his fingers, tapping the foreheads of the two funny brothers and sisters.

But as he kept knocking, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay." Jiang Tingbai held the crown in front of his eyes and examined it. "This crown is not well woven. Senior Brother, go back and weave a better one."

"No need, Senior Brother."

Wu Manshuang smiled and took two steps forward, standing in front of Jiang Tingbai.

He reached out to take the messy bird's nest-like headdress, looked at it for a few seconds, and deftly picked out a few golden osmanthus flowers from the branches.

Wu Manshuang sprinkled the fine and fragrant osmanthus petals on Yan Luoyue's head, as if sharing the glory of reaching the summit with her.

Then he put the bird's nest on his head.

Wu Manshuang smiled sincerely and said, "Luoyue and I both like this crown. Thank you, Senior Brother."

"No need to thank me." Jiang Tingbai bent down and looked at the two of them. "In the past three months, Junior Brother and Junior Sister have been great."

Yan Luoyue, with her head filled with the rich fragrance of osmanthus, looked to the left at Wu Manshuang, to the right at Jiang Tingbai, then smiled with her eyes curved.

Um, how does that saying go?

——The senior brother is very poor, and his craftsmanship is terrible, but he loves us.

The three disciples from Luo Luo Peak high-fived each other, passed each other, and went in different directions.

Jiang Tingbai took a few steps towards Cui Weijian Pavilion and turned back.

He only saw the junior brother and the junior sister holding hands. The junior sister had golden osmanthus flowers in her hair, and the junior brother was wearing a particularly eye-catching bird's nest laurel crown. The two of them happily went in the direction of Fufeng.

“…”

I don’t know what Jiang Tingbai was thinking about, but a warm smile hung on the corner of his lips and he shook his head with emotion.

…

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang had just walked forward for a while when they ran into their senior brother Fu Feng who came to pick them up.

Previously, Yuan Feiyu and the other two had described the characteristics of this senior brother: Senior Brother Kang is eight feet tall and has a sturdy build. If one only identifies him based on his appearance, he might be mistaken for a physical cultivator.

When the two sides met, they were both shocked.

What surprised Yan Luoyue was that this Senior Brother Kang was wearing a robe that was very avant-garde even in the world of immortal cultivation. The front, back, left and right sides of the robe had eight sleeves sewn on them, like flowers blooming!

The reason why Senior Brother Kang was surprised was very simple: How come this Junior Brother who was a wizard in the formation had a bird's nest on his head?

After a little thought, Brother Kang thought of Wu Man Shuang's race, and he suddenly understood.

He showed a bright smile with white teeth and took the initiative to greet Wu Manshuang:

"Hey, Brother Wu, this is what you just brought down from the tree and prepared to eat."

——That’s right. Don’t snakes like to climb trees and dig out bird nests?

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang silently took the crown off her head, held it in her hands to look at it, and then carefully put it into the storage bag at her waist.

While he was putting away his crown, Yan Luoyue had already started a conversation with Senior Brother Kang in a familiar manner.

"Hahaha, no, you misunderstood. It's a headdress. It looks quite unique."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Senior Brother Fu Fengkang shook his head naively.

He looked at Wu Manshuang carefully, but because her eyes were covered with a layer of white veil, he couldn't tell whether she was crying or not.

Senior Brother Kang quickly surrounded Wu Man Shuang, and as if afraid that he would be sad, he praised his aesthetic in a very exaggerated manner.

"Ah - it's a headdress! The person who wove it had such skillful hands, such ingenuity, such cleverness, and such creativity. It's like a mermaid reincarnated or a spider transformed into a spirit!"

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Thank you, but he was not sure whether Senior Brother Jiang would like this compliment.

From birth to now, this is the first time that Wu Man Shuang has been treated like a child.

He lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was still touched by the care of Senior Brother Kang.

The senior brother Kang sent by Fu Feng to contact the two of them was named Kang Zhuzhu.

There are four drops of water, which is another cooking method with extremely high water content.

Just looking at the name, a sense of lack of water in the five elements seems to be blowing in your face.

Since the two characters for cooking each contain four drops of water…

Senior Brother Kang held his head and laughed heartily:

"Everyone in my sect usually calls me Bashui, you can just call me Brother Bashui!"

Even he himself, when registering in informal occasions, would directly sign his name as Kang Bashui in order to write fewer words.

Yan Luoyue soon noticed that this Senior Brother Bashui had an unusual interest in Wu Manshuang.

Apart from the fact that he initially misjudged the bird's nest on Wu Manshuang's head and hurriedly praised and made amends for it, every time Senior Brother Kang spoke a few words to the two of them, he would look at Wu Manshuang cautiously with an expression that was very inconsistent with his rough temperament.

Yan Luoyue: “???”

She looked at Wu Man Shuang inquiringly and found that the little snake was also confused.

——What they didn’t know was that Yuan Feiyu and Kang Bashui were old acquaintances.

So, after learning that the disciple sent by Fu Feng to teach the Dharma was Kang Bashui, Yuan Feiyu, out of kindness as a senior, taught Kang Bashui some of his experience.

One of them is that the little wizard brother is rather delicate and cannot stand the sight of blood, so you have to be careful when taking care of him.

Kang Bashui: You are weak, right? I, Kang, understand!

After greeting the fellow disciples and sisters who had taken over the teachings, Kang Bashui mentioned to them the training content of this teaching.

"The original plan was to take you to my Fufeng to study."

However, in the past few days, the demon seal near Guiyuan Sect has caused several demonic waves.

As Fu Feng's trusted disciple, Kang Bashui was also assigned to a combat base.

"So the current plan is for me to lead my two junior brothers and sisters to fight against the monsters while learning the talisman techniques in actual combat."

Kang Bashui asked for their opinions: "What do you think, fellow disciples?"

If Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang are not happy, he will contact Fu Feng and change the communication plan.

Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang were very positive: "That's all, Senior Brother Kang."

"Well, let's take the flying magic weapon and go to the vicinity of the seal of the Demon Realm - Oh, by the way, Brother Wizard, you must keep warm and don't catch a cold."

Kang Bashui smiled innocently and pulled out a thick quilt from the storage bag.

He covered Wu Manshuang's head with a hood, wrapping her tightly from head to toe.

In an instant, Wu Man Shuang's eyes literally went dark.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

When he used the black hood to cover Yan Luoyue and Jiang Tingbai's heads one after another today, he never expected such a retribution.

Perhaps, this is why those who cover others will always be covered by others.

After refusing Senior Brother Kang's kindness with great difficulty, the three of them boarded Kang Bashui's flying magic weapon one after another.

So far, Yan Luoyue has seen many kinds of flying magic weapons.

From the most common flying boats, cars and buildings to her own imaginative flying saucer...

But in Yan Luoyue's eyes, this magic weapon of Senior Brother Kang was still full of romance and surprise.

——The magic weapon that Kang Bashui took out was in the shape of a manta ray.

Yan Luoyue and the other two sat directly on the manta ray's back as if they were sitting on a flying carpet.

The huge manta ray's back is wide and flat, and looks like a butterfly wing or a bat spreading its wings when viewed from above.

When the giant manta ray soars freely in the blue sky, people on the ground looking up at its lifelike belly will almost have the illusion that they are in the deep sea.

Yan Luoyue was a little surprised: "Why would Senior Brother Kang choose such an appearance for his flying magic weapon?"

Kang Bashui shook his head embarrassedly: "Junior sister, guess."

"I guess..."

Yan Luoyue's words had just come out of her mouth when she suddenly stopped.

Because she suddenly realized something.

——Senior Brother Kang pulled his head three times, and the hands he used did not seem to be stretched out from the sleeves!

After careful consideration, the direction seems to be wrong.

For example, the first time he pulled his head, he used his right hand.

The hand that grabbed his head the second time seemed to grow on his back.

The hand that was pulling his head was undoubtedly located right in front of his chest...

As if sensing something from Yan Luoyue's frozen eyes, Kang Bashui laughed naively.

"Hahahaha, Junior Sister Yan, you discovered it."

At the same time, he stretched out eight hands from his eight empty sleeves: "Yes, that's right, my race is the octopus!"

Because they were both demons, Fu Feng specially sent Kang Bashui to participate in this Dharma exchange, thinking that they would have more to talk about.

As for the manta ray, it is a creature from Kang Bashui's hometown.

It is because Brother Kang used to live in the sea that he described the flying instrument in the shape of a manta ray!

A stream of ink spurted out of the air, and Kang Bashui's eight arms turned into eight soft and colorful tentacles in the wind.

Each of these tentacles grabbed a piece of ink and drew a talisman in the air. In the blink of an eye, a gale talisman appeared on the yellow paper.

Kang Bashui, who possesses eight hands, can draw talismans eight times faster than ordinary monks.

After sticking this gale talisman on the back of the giant manta ray, the flying magic weapon suddenly accelerated - taking off from Wu Lake!

The sight of Brother Kang having a circle of hands growing out of him like flowers blooming all over the place really makes him look a bit unlucky.

Yan Luoyue couldn't help but lower her head and cover her face.

Yan Luoyue had no doubt about how Brother Kang grew two legs after his eight tentacles turned into hands.

After all, look at this snake's strip-shaped body, but it still managed to create a pair of hands and feet out of nothing.

What puzzled Yan Luoyue was... well, that...

If she remembered correctly, one of the eight tentacles of an octopus is a copulatory arm, which is used for reproduction...

That is to say... Yan Luoyue didn't mean anything else...

The key point is, Brother Kang - do you all know about the operation of drawing talismans with your own Ding Ding? !