After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 120 Sword in the Cloud

Ye Yunxin stood silently, until the Mingyue was born before suddenly waking up.

The star picking building was empty, and the blood on the ground was very dazzling.

The moonlight was as cold as frost, and she returned to the top of Huangzhong Peak, standing on the edge of the cliff, and the mountain wind was harsh. She raised her hand, trying to hold a ray of wind that had passed away.

Ye Yunxin was originally a phoenix tree, standing on this mountain for thousands of years. When Taoist ancestor opened the cave and founded the sect, she just watched it quietly, and didn’t want to step into this chaotic world.

Later, a young disciple in Gushan had someone he loved, so Acacia couldn’t meet each other, so he came under the sycamore tree every night and said: “Wish to be the southwest wind, pass away into the arms of the king,” sometimes said: “Who is the desire to leave behind? Thinking from afar”.

Ye Yun’s heart had been listening for a long time, and he actually began to yearn for Hongchen, wanting to hold a human heart, so vivid and fresh, with soft flesh and blood, which made her so envious.

She had known for a long time that liking someone would be very happy, but only now did she understand that liking someone would hurt this way.

It hurts so much that she wants to turn back into a piece of ignorant wood and stop being a human being.

A night breeze blew her face, blowing her long hair with splashes of ink, three thousand green silk swaying, slowly growing green leaves and strong branches.

Ye Yunxin suddenly remembered something.

Wenjun has a lively temperament and always loves to say some ambiguous love words. If she didn’t hear it, a red rose flew up on her face, and she gently punched the tree spirit next to her, and said, “You are so incomprehensible about the style, can it? Is the heart made of wood?”

Ye Yun thought to himself, your heart is made of wood.

She closed her eyes, a drop of tear, reflected in the pale moonlight, fell from the corner of her eyes.

The jade feet turned into winding roots, the hands turned into horizontal branches, the green silk turned into green leaves, the Yiren on Huangzhongfeng was no longer, only an old tree was left, the roots were intertwined, the crown was like a cloud, the wind was blowing, and the leaves rustled , Like the sound of weeping.

Since then, Gushan has no jade peak.

Huaibo’s sword aura froze the mountain, and could only be useful for a while. When the disciples were dismissed and divided into the other five peaks, her sword stood in the air, watching the mountain that had carried many memories in the past collapsed a little bit.

Like the fireflies at night, the meteors in the sky.

Some things, after all, can’t come back.

Ning Xiao’s injury was lingering, the sword stabbed extremely delicately, so that he would not die, and because of the devilish energy, he could not go further in his cultivation.

Sometimes Huaibo couldn’t help thinking, how long Wen Jun had been thinking about this sword. When those laughter and laughter, she had emotion in her eyes, wondering in her heart how to stab a sword, how to sneak attack, and how to win Wuhua.

But Huaibo didn’t have much time to think about it.

Wenjun defected, Ning Xiao was seriously injured, and Jing Yi was exhausted to heal his injuries.

Gushan’s affairs rested on her and Ding Fenghua. Five years ago, Huaibo complained constantly because of the affairs of Mount Baidai, and was able to complain all day long with others. But now, looking at the piles of files on the case, she just glanced at it, her expression unchanged.

She and Ding Fenghua naturally let go of their previous suspicions and shoulder the burden of Gushan together.

Only by standing in this position did she understand how much Ning Xiao had endured for them back then.

There is a huge phoenix tree on the top of Huang Zhongfeng, the tree canopy obscures the sky.

Yu Chisu bent over and pulled out the weeds next to the roots of the phoenix tree a little bit. She wiped the sweat on her face, then raised her head by accident, and she couldn’t help being stunned.

Huaibai’s sword stood in the air, draped in a large cloak of emerald feathers. She was much quieter than before, and there was always a trace of sadness between her eyebrows.

It overlaps with Yu Chi’s first figure of self-cultivation with a sword that divides the mountain and splits the sea that Yu Chi had envisioned in front of the solitary mountain.

But Yu Chisu didn’t feel happy.

She used a spell to wash away the dust on her hands, flew to Huaibo, bowed and saluted, “Peak Master.”

Huaibo nodded and asked, “How is your master?”

Yu Chisu shook his head and said, “It’s still the same.”

Huaibo glanced at the plane tree, “If there is any change, come and tell me.”

Maybe the blow of that day was too big for Ye Yun’s heart, maybe her wood spirit was affected by the sword aura, and she has turned into a tree since that day, and never changed back into a human form.

Yu Chisu should be.

Huaibo turned and left.

“Sister Qin.” Yu Chisu clenched his hands and suddenly called out his previous name.

Huaibo stopped, her back like a crane, her long hair meticulously tied into her hairband, which was not the same as the bright and carefree girl in Yu Chisu’s memory.

Yu Chisu asked, “Do you remember the lantern festival that year?”

Huaibo curled his lower lips very lightly. At the Lantern Festival that year, the four of them ate hot pot, set up lanterns, and promised a long-lasting friendship.

Yu Chisu clenched his fist, “I have always admired the Immortal Boss, but I regard Jiang Zhu as a friend. Jiang Zhu is not like this.”

Huaibo tilted his head, “What is she like?”

Yu Chisu said: “She often laughs, carefree, as if there is nothing that worries her in the world.”

Huaibo was silent for a long time, pressed his eyebrows, smiled and shook his head, “Life cannot be a young man.”

Yu Chisu was startled, feeling that the Tsing Yi woman in front of him was a bit strange.

Perhaps this is what Huaibo was like. She often heard Jian Yunsha talk about how the sword repairer three hundred years ago looked at the world and showed his sharp edge. It’s just that these three hundred years of holding back, painting the ground as a prison, hiding in the thick fortress, have made the world forget her past glory.

Huaibo turned her head, the corners of her mouth turned up, and said, “Don’t be so discouraged. When Dao Zun is better, I will take you to the bottom of the mountain to drink and call Peiyu.” When she talked about Peiyu, her eyes became extremely soft, with all her sharp sharpness. Disappeared without a trace, like a sword, willingly retracted into the sheath.

Yu Chisu also bends his eyes, his eyes become more and more feverish.

She thought, the people she admired for so many years have not changed.

“What?” Huaibo asked softly.

Yu Chisu’s eyes flashed, “The immortal length is the same as in the clouds.”

Huaibo was startled for a moment, “Am I like a sword?”

Yu Chisu nodded and said confidently: “Yes.”

When the world needs to cherish Bai Bai, she turns into a cold light sword, frightens the monsters, calms the turbid waves, and protects the peace of the other side.

When the world doesn’t need her, she returns to her thick sheath, An Anxin is a leisure peak master, has two or three friends, a few apprentices, drinking, playing cards, and bickering, living her own cozy and relaxing life.

Waiboben is such a person.

It is not as high as the East Sea saints, out of reach, nor is it like the World Venerable Buddhism who cuts off the six desires and is compassionate to the world.

She is ordinary, vivid and vivid, with ordinary and extreme emotions, but she is so strong and powerful, even if she is betrayed and hurt again and again, she loves this world more than everyone else.

Because of people like her, the world is so gentle.

Huaibo touched the scabbard subconsciously, and said helplessly: “What kind of metaphor, compare me to this kind of murder weapon.”

The cloud buzzed dissatisfiedly, disagreeing with the host’s disgust.

Yu Chisu said: “You are not a murder weapon, you also have a scabbard.”

Huaibo frowned, “What’s that again?”

“It’s Peiyu.”

Huaibo coughed softly, her face was thin and red, and she lowered her eyes shamefully, “What is your metaphor…” She turned around and suddenly said very softly, “But I like it.”

Yu Chisu watched her away, the green shirt and the lush green hills of the lonely mountain were almost connected together, and the sword on the waist was shining with white light.

Yunzhong is extremely sharp and must be protected by a scabbard so that it will not harm the owner.

Huaibo also has a sheath to teach her to reduce her sharp edge, and her eyes are full of gentleness. That sheath is called Peiyu.

Peiyu has broken through the golden core, hit the Shouxian Peak invincible hand, and can easily repel Yinping and other rivals.

She was sitting on the mountain path, and seeing Huaibo returning, she stood up to meet her, smiling and clasping her hands.

This has become an unwritten rule between them. No matter how busy Huaibai is, Dai Yishan will always set foot on the mountain road in the sunset when the red sun is sinking, and return to Shouxian Peak with Peiyu.

Peiyu asked: “Has Lord Huang Zhongfeng awakened?”

Huaibo shook his head.

Peiyu’s eyes darkened slightly, “Is Dao Zun’s body better?”

Huaibo sighed and said with a wry smile: “It’s still the same, Jing Yi can’t cure his devilish energy.”

Although Yuan Ying’s life span has been so long that it has almost the same life span as heaven and earth, who does not want to seek the ultimate path in Xianmen? Who doesn’t want to become a god?

Peiyu’s hand tightened, as if giving silent comfort.

Huaibo smiled and raised his eyebrows, “Don’t be so frowning. When the senior brother is completely healed, I will take you to the mountain to eat hot pot! I just agreed with Chisu. By the way, the proprietress of that Xueji restaurant is pregnant. Now, there is still three months as the delivery date. What gift do you think we should give? Longevity lock? It is too expensive. I’m afraid he won’t open a restaurant as soon as I give it to the local owner. ”

Too rich is also a distress.

Pei Yu said: “I listen to Master.”

There is a white peacock perched on a high branch on the roadside. Hearing that the wings fluttered, the wings flew up, and the gorgeous white feathers floated down in the air.

“Bah, Bai Lianhua!” she cursed.

The little bamboo mouse on the peacock’s back quickly echoed: “Bah! Bah! Bah!”

Huaibo looked up at them, remembered something, and asked, “Cang Hai has become weird since he returned to the East China Sea. Has anything happened at that time?”

Peiyu thought for a moment, “There was an incident in the East China Sea during that time. Does Master still remember the few casual cultivators who made trouble in the barrier when the Shui Clan came invaded?”

Huaibo nodded, “Naturally.”

“Shengrenzhuang abolished their bones in accordance with the laws of the immortal gate. This matter has been dismissed. But one of them was a casual cultivator who was born as a side branch of Chaoxiyuan, and lost contact after being abolished. Investigating the matter with me, I found that it was not just him, but all the casual practitioners had disappeared.”

Huaibo said: “Presumably what they did in the enchantment caused dissatisfaction with some knight, taking advantage of their spiritual roots abolished, and the gods killed them unknowingly.”

Peiyu: “We think so too. It’s not a pity for those people to die. When I found the East China Sea, I received a letter from the master and flew back. As for the follow-up, I heard that they happened to be killed by the aquarium and their bodies were on the beach. After being discovered, Chao Xiyuan’s people got a reply and went back.”

Huaibo frowned, “This seems to have nothing to do with Canghai.”

Pei Yu shook her head, “The senior sister found those corpses.”

“Oh?” Huaibo thought, did she see the corpse with a psychological shadow, and the dragon clan used to feed on people, so she wouldn’t be so vulnerable. “Forget it, let’s just ask her.”

Peiyu nodded.

After walking a few steps, Huaibo suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look at her, with a deep smile in his eyes, “I just heard Chisu talk about an interesting metaphor.”

Peiyu curiously asked: “What is it?”

Huaibo lowered his voice, “She said, you are my sheath.”

Peiyu’s eyes widened, her eyes filled with the setting sun, soft as Yichuan lake water.

Huaibo leaned closer, rubbed his ears and said, “Then what am I yours?”

Peiyu heard a fragrance, and couldn’t help feeling his heart. She tried her best to stabilize her mind and said, “Master is my sheath, my light, and my… fate.”