I conquer the cultivation world by drawing cards

Chapter 171 The Heart of Asking, the Long Sword Makes the Bone

Su Changqing got up slowly, looked out, and her mood moved slightly.

Then he turned around and looked at the two little cats that had slumped into a badger cake and a mink pancake on the bed, stroked them with his fingertips, and then walked out after explaining a few words to the two little cats.

——The direction is exactly where her master lives.

The scorching wind swept the sand and gravel, and Su Changqing continued to climb the stairs expressionlessly, climbing the peak.

Damn, what did her master think before!
Why live so high?
Su Changqing remembered that her master looked like a refrigerator all day long, and she instantly felt enlightened.

——Perhaps this is the legendary high place that is too cold!

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then sped up her speed a little. There was almost no sound during her actions, like a delicate feather, when it flew up, it was a startling shadow.

But in the blink of an eye, her figure was like snow melting under the sun, and she quickly climbed up the last step of the blue stone ladder.

Su Changqing brushed aside the long black hair hanging from the side of her face, and looked sideways at the tall and clear back not far away.

Su Changqing: "..."

fine, as expected.

Her master is really thinking about life in the face of the blast again.

The young man stood on the edge of the cliff, his black and wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, following his ink-splashed hair, he outlined a clear and straight figure.

Such a handsome gentleman like Zhilan Yushu, but his body seems to be made of black ice, so cold that it is a bit unreasonable.

The young man's brows are cold, his face is as cold as frost, and his hair is like a pillow of flowing ink, scattered on his slightly thin shoulders. Show this person's expression that seems to be covered with snow that never melts all year round.

At this time, he seemed to hear a voice, and the young man slowly raised his eyes to look over, those eyes seemed to hide thousands of mountains and evening snow, and depict thousands of miles of lonely clouds.

Su Changqing raised the corner of her lips and called out, "Master."

The young man nodded silently.

Su Changqing: "..."

Su Changqing was also silent for a while, did her master weld the setting that silence is golden to her? !

The girl's eyes turned on Lu Feiran, and she frowned imperceptibly. She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but for a moment she felt the overflowing star power on Master.

But that feeling just passed by, like an illusion.

And the last time I saw Master, I also had this feeling.

Could it be that Master is gradually recovering?

In the original book, was he the one who repaired the Sea of ​​Consciousness at this time?
Su Changqing carefully recalled the original plot, but found that she only vaguely remembered the main plot.

But right now, my master doesn't look like he's recovered.

Su Changqing pondered for a while before walking towards the young man. She raised her head slightly, and just when she was about to say something——

Lu Feiran spoke first, "Are you back?"

The voice is like a line of ice and snow, but there is a bit of softness hidden deep inside.

Su Changqing's eyes widened slightly for a moment, and then she nodded with a smile, "Well, I haven't been back for a long time, and Master Lao has missed it."

The youth's phoenix-like eyes glanced slightly, and turned around Su Changqing's body. Seeing that the girl was not injured, he slowly looked away.

Su Changqing glanced at the young man in some confusion, then took two steps closer to the young man, with a respectful gesture:
"Master, has your health improved recently?"

The young man nodded slightly, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Su Changqing looked up at the young man in front of him. There was still a long sword hanging from his waist. The sword was straight and heavy.

The pattern of green bamboo is tattooed on the hilt and the sword grid, just like the owner of the sword, the green bamboo is the bone, and the bright moon is the heart.

Looking down, it is the young man's slender but callused hands, which are a pair of hands that have been practicing swords for a long time.

Su Changqing looked at the young man's lacquer-like eyes, and under the long eyelashes seemed to be a pair of eyes engraved with the phantom of the Dao.

But the girl felt inexplicably unable to chew the taste.

Her master is a pure sword cultivator.

No matter in the past or at present, the heart is clearly childish, but the brows seem to be frozen with a sense of loneliness and loneliness like frost and snow, just like Bao Yu's stubborn stone, dull and simple, restrained and cold.

The heart of asking is never dead, and the long sword is never broken.

The intention of the sword is the arrogance of the person in front of him——

This person's attachment to the Tao is rooted in the bone marrow, hidden deep in the flesh and blood, full of indomitable loneliness.

Even if he awakens the talent of a summoner in the future, it may be equivalent to abandoning the way of the sword and practicing the way of the strange. The way of the sword is the most exhausting time in his hundred years, and it is his most persistent pursuit.

No matter how talented the Summoner is, it might be just fishing for moons in the water to him.

Su Changqing suppressed his emotions, and whispered again:
"Master."

The young man turned his head slightly to look at her, his eyes as black as midnight met her, as if he was asking something.

Su Changqing smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)