The only way

Chapter 191

"This is for you. Since you have decided to go to the underground arena, then get ready." Yan Bei put away the lazy look on his face and said seriously, untiing a half-worn red rope from his wrist On the red rope, there is a jade-white knuckle-sized leaf, which is engraved with dense runes.

"This is a life talisman. You wear it, and then go to the underground arena." Yan Bei couldn't say anything, and leaned the red rope on Lingchu's wrist, and the red rope was wrapped around Lingchu's wrist very spiritually. above.

Lingchu only felt that the red string on his wrist was a bit hot, and the life-substitution talisman could withstand a fatal blow, and it was an extremely precious kind of talisman that could be exchanged for life with the talisman.

This is almost equivalent to a life.

"Brother! This is too."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Bei, "The surrogate is precious, but it's not as important as my junior sister."

Yan Bei, who had always been lazy, raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was solemn, and his eyes were positive.

Lingchu looked at the rare seriousness of the second senior brother, and felt warm in his heart, as if drinking a bowl of warm bone soup in winter, he felt warm.

"Second Senior Brother, for the first time, I feel that you are as handsome as Senior Senior Brother!" Lingchu stroked the red string on his wrist, with a smile on his face as bright as the warm sun in spring.

Yan Bei was obviously very useful, squinting his eyes and nodded with a comfortable smile, halfway through the nod, he suddenly paused, wait a minute, what does Junior Sister mean by saying this, is it because everyone thought that senior brother was more handsome than him before? !

Outrageous!

The half-lying man suddenly sat up straight again, and was about to question his junior sister when he saw a smiling face as bright as the sun, and his tone suddenly choked.

Forget it, anyway, the junior sister still praised him, not to mention, now he is as handsome as the senior brother in the junior sister's heart, and in the future, he will be even more handsome than the senior senior brother.

Yan Bei secretly thought of this, and suddenly felt refreshed.

"Junior Sister, let me tell you about the underground arena. You have to listen carefully. If you lose, you will admit defeat. Don't hold on. You won't have to worry about firewood if you keep the green hills?"

Because of the underground arena, Yanbei temporarily put down the mountain affairs of Taiqing Mountain, and carefully explained the underground arena to Lingchu.

Lingchu also listened carefully. She really wanted to hone herself in the underground arena and hone her sword intent and murderous aura, but she definitely didn't want to seek death.

There is only one life.

No, Lingchu brushed the red rope on his wrist, and he only had two lives.

This said, for several hours, Yan Beizhi told Lingchu everything he knew about the underground arena, and as he talked, he became more and more uneasy, and finally said simply, "Junior sister, otherwise I will accompany you." Go ahead."

Lingchu couldn't laugh or cry, she really didn't know that she, the second senior brother, had the potential to become an old mother.

"Brother! No need, I've remembered everything. If you can't beat, you will admit defeat. Face is not important, winning or losing is not important, but life is the most important thing." Lingchu Qing's eyes were as curved as jade, and his tone was smiling.

Yan Bei also knew that he was too nervous, but he couldn't do without being nervous.

Seeing the delicate and soft junior sister in front of him, who still had a nonchalant smile on her face, Yan Bei was full of worries.

Why did the master accept a junior sister for him? If it was a junior, he would throw it directly into the underground arena without blinking an eye.

After all, it is Jindan Daoist, Yan Bei sighed, and didn't mention going with him again, even if it is a junior sister, it should be tempered.

"Just remember, don't show off your abilities, do what you can." Yan Bei once again felt the mood of the elder brother every time he learned that he was looking for someone to fight again.

Lingchu nodded with a smile, listened to the second senior brother's advice, and then left the hall.

Leaving the main hall, out of Taiqing Mountain.

Lingchu didn't go directly to Fangshi, but went to Outer Mountain first.

She wanted to go and see He Chaoyun. Back then she brought He Chaoyun to the sect, but left it to the elder brother to deal with. All of a sudden, since she hadn't seen He Chaoyun for two years, Lingchu was always thinking about it.

There are continuous peaks in the outer mountains.

The green pines are straight and straight, and the edge of the cliff is rustling.

The place where the outer mountain disciples of the Taoist School of the Three Qing Dynasties have their morning classes has never changed, and it is still the ancient pavilion.

When the spirit first arrives, it is at the end of the morning class.

The teacher who was in charge of teaching had just left with a wave of his sleeves, and a group of half-grown children who were sitting in the pavilion quietly and solemnly suddenly lost most of their stature.

The left, right, and right each put their heads together, talking and laughing.

For a while, the ancient pavilion was filled with laughter and laughter, which added a bit of noise to this ancient sect.

Lingchu stood on the crane, looked down at the group of disciples, and soon saw He Zhaoyun among the crowd.

I haven't seen him for two years. The ten-year-old He Zhaoyun has grown a lot taller, and the contours of his face are also revealed. His eyebrows are clean and beautiful, and a pair of black eyes are bright and clear. He is smiling at this time, and is about the same size as the one next to him. female disciple speaks.

Speaking of the joy, the two held each other's hands and giggled while covering their small mouths.

With a movement of Lingchu's spiritual consciousness, the crane under his feet raised his head and let out a cry, and gracefully landed on the stone here.

Within the sect, it is not uncommon for cranes to soar in the sky, or for disciples to ride on cranes, but it is rare to see them landing here.

Coupled with the cry of the crane, the disciples who hadn't left by the ancient pavilion all looked up.

At the beginning of the spirit, she floated down from the back of the crane, her cyan skirt rippling slightly, swaying like the wind, and her figure was graceful.

The badge of the inner mountain disciple on the waist surprised all the outer mountain disciples here. They were a little surprised and curious when they looked at Lingchu, and lowered their heads and whispered to each other.

The inner mountain and the outer mountain are not in the same place, so the disciples of the outer mountain rarely see the disciples of the inner mountain. Moreover, to become a disciple of the inner mountain, they are all foundation-building monks.

For the outer mountain disciples who are just beginners here and are still in the Qi training stage, it is really rare to see them, so they are naturally curious.

The friends around He Chaoyun were naturally very curious. They put down their hands covering their small mouths, looked at Lingchu's elegant face, pulled He Chaoyun's sleeves, and said in a low voice with excitement, "Chaoyun, hurry up!" Take a quick look, it's Uchiyama's uncle, so pretty."

After He Chaoyun's friend finished speaking, he found that He Zhaoyun didn't react at all. He turned his head and looked strangely, but found that He Chaoyun, who was always smart and calm, was staring blankly at that inner mountain disciple without blinking his eyes.

Before he had time to wake up He Chaoyun, He Zhaoyun's friends were surprised to find that the Neishan disciple was walking straight in their direction, and there was a faint smile on his face, like a flower blooming, like the morning sun.

He Zhaoyun's friend was stunned again, it was really nice.

When he came back to his senses, the Neishan disciple had already arrived in front of the two of them. The friend of He Zhaoyun who was pulling He Zhaoyun's sleeve keenly felt the slightly trembling body of the owner of the sleeve.

"Xiao Zhaoyun!"

He Zhaoyun's friend heard that the beautiful Neishan disciple who looked like a jade carving spoke in a clear voice.

Looking sideways at He Zhaoyun again, the girl who has always been a strong-tempered girl had a little moisture in her eyes, but a big smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

"Sister Yu!"

(End of this chapter)