The Immortal Sect traitor is also gaining favor in the Demon Prison today

"Mengjun Sword...what a good name." "I am now infatuated with my illness, and I only dream of idle people, not you." Sang Zhe's eyes were filled with obsession, and he murmured to himself: "It is such a good sword that people can't let it go." "Mengjun Sword has been with me for many years. It has been nurtured and cultivated by me, and it has already taken on some spirituality." "I treat it as my own child," Gu Yingmian said with a smile, "I hope Master Sang will cherish it. Sang Zhe immediately bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your kindness, Palace Master. I will certainly cherish this hard-earned opportunity." "Go." Gu Yingmian raised her hand lightly, and the Mengjun Sword seemed to have a spirit and circled in the air by itself.

Then, it flew in front of Sang Zhe. It did not immediately land in Sang Zhe's hand, but circled around Sang Zhe.

ring.

When it stopped in front of him again, it was still trembling slightly. Although Sang Zhe didn't understand what it meant, he didn't know why. This sword seemed to be mocking him with a very rude expression. A weakling like you wants to use me, do you really know how to use a sword? For some reason, Sang Zhe felt a little angry. He stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, ignoring the protest of Meng Junjian, and pulled it to

He looked carefully in front of him.

The Mengjun Sword is really beautiful. The sword body is silver-colored, the color is bright and beautiful, and the texture of the sword body is very attractive.

A dizzying and exciting feeling. The hilt is so thin that even a woman with small hands can hold it tightly, but it is a little too small for me. The shape and charm of the whole sword are extremely beautiful and dreamy. Just like a stunning beauty.

Her cheeks are pure as water, holy and beautiful, but her body is hot and sexy, which makes people's desires rise. They can't wait to hold her in their arms and play with her hard on the spot.

Just touching the sword was like touching her skin, which was as delicate and smooth as mutton fat. The hilt and handle of the sword were like her plump breasts and buttocks.

It makes people want to hold the hilt tightly, letting her tremble desperately in their hands, but she is still firmly controlled by them and cannot escape.

Seeing that Rouzhe was about to drool, Gu Yingmian could not help but cough lightly. "Mr. Sang?" "Ah? Oh! Sang Zhe wiped his saliva and said seriously: "Then, I will show you my ugliness!" Very good. The mission goal has been achieved. Then the next step is the familiar part. Sang Zhe looked at the beautifully shaped fairy sword in his hand, and a flash of smile flashed across his lips.

An evil smile.

"Little guy." He murmured in a barely audible voice. "You said I can't use a sword?" "Then... don't be pierced by my rough and natural sword intent.

"Oh." Meng Junjian was at a loss for a moment. He seemed not to understand what Sang Zhe meant. But the next moment, Sang Zhe's expression changed and his face suddenly became serious.

He shook violently, holding the sword tightly in his hand, and took a starting stance. At that moment, a strong sword intent directly and violently poured into Meng Junjian's sword.

Sword body. Mengjun Sword was almost defenseless, and the sword body trembled to the extreme, as if it was on the verge of collapse. "!" In the square of Jianhua Camp. An unprecedented sword sound, clear and high-pitched, resounded throughout the peak of Yaochi Tianshan Mountain. The soaring peerless sword intent was like a dragon out of the sea, roaring and rising in the air. Everyone was stunned to watch all this. Not only the onlookers of Jianhua Palace, but also Chunlan Qiuju. Even Gu Yingmian. Her beauty, with entanglement and confusion, looked deeply at the sword intent rising in the air. Through the connection with Mengjun Sword, her perception of this sword intent at this moment was the clearest. It was simply as vast as the sea and the stars. It was the ultimate sword intent that she had never seen before. Even though she had been immersed in the sword for many years and had seen countless swords, she did not take the sword intent of many senior masters and Guan Jiao of the same generation seriously.

But at this moment, the sword power used by Sang Zhe still made her feel dizzy. It turns out that... sword power can reach such a high level. "She murmured to herself. But when she was intoxicated, she did not hear. In Sang Zhe's hand, the sword of Mengjun Sword trembled and screamed.

One hundred and thirty-six, knock on the head three times

I don't know how long it has been. Sang Zhe finished his sword dance. The sky above Yao Chi Tianshan Mountain has regained its clarity. But everyone in the square is still deeply immersed in the stunning sword intent. Many disciples of Jianhua Palace even have blurred consciousness, as if they are being pulled away by the sword intent. Qiuju's beautiful eyes are also blurred, and her tone is soft: Sister...what is that?" "Is it really, sword intent?" "I, I don't know." Chunlan's eyes are also dazed, and she shook her head suddenly after a long time. How is it possible? That annoying guy, is his sword skill so exaggerated?"

After demonstrating a complete set of sword skills, Sang Zhe stopped and bowed deeply to Gu Yingmian.

"Palace Master Gu, I am sorry for the incompetence." While paying respect, he also hid the Mengjun Sword in his hand behind his back, so that Gu Yingmian would not notice the trembling and ringing of the sword. Gu Yingmian seemed to be still savoring the unsatisfying sword intent just now, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses.

"Mr. Sang's sword intent... is truly worthy of the word 'amazing'." "It seems that lending Mr. Sang the Mengjun Sword is really worth it." Sang Zhe immediately scratched his head: "This set of sword techniques was obtained by a family friend from an ancient secret realm. It is said that it is a sword technique left by an ancient sword fairy." "It's a pity that I am dull and only learned the basics. I have the form but not the spirit, and the actual combat effect is also ridiculously poor. Hearing this, Gu Yingmian's beautiful eyes lit up slightly, and she hurriedly asked: "Is this set of sword techniques still there now?" Uh, it's not true. The sword techniques have been burned along with my father's burial." Rouzhe lowered his head with regret: "My father was afraid that I would cherish the treasures, so he burned all the sword techniques he collected, leaving me with only my mind." Gu Yingmian suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had said something inappropriate, and hurriedly explained:

"Don't blame me, sir. I was rude. This kind of swordsmanship should be carefully preserved."

Sang Zhe stole a glance at Gu Yingmian. Gu Yingmian was quite reasonable. In fact, Sang Zhe even wished she would imprison him and let him stay alone every day.

Demonstrate the sword skills to her so she can learn.

This way, when he takes action, he will feel less guilty. However, Gu Yingmian does not seem to be so immoral, but politely asks

Teach yourself.

"In fact, my father has traveled throughout his life and found many ancient and powerful sword techniques in secret realms. In addition, there are many similar and wonderful sword techniques passed down from generation to generation in our family."

Hearing this, Gu Yingmian's beautiful eyes became brighter and more excited. In this case, Master Sang might as well stay in Jianhua Palace for a while longer. "We in Jianhua Camp will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest, and our camp can also allow you to

Use the Mengjun Sword when demonstrating swordsmanship in each level."

If you have any sword you want or any sword technique you want to learn, you can ask for it. Even if you want, I can make an exception and let you become the only male disciple of Jianhua Palace.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, okay, okay. It would be impolite to continue. What if he really gets tempted and betrays the leader? Sang Zhe smiled humbly: "I appreciate the palace master's kindness. But I am a free and easy person.

If you are used to it, you may not be able to live a secluded life." "Anyway, as long as we can communicate in swordsmanship, any status is the same." Gu Yingmian was pleased and said, "In that case, I will do as you say." "Today, I have gained a lot from seeing your sword intent. I think it must be very consuming for you to use that kind of sword intent, so why don't you stay here today." "When you have a good rest, you can come to see me anytime." Sang Zhe bowed his head and saluted, "Thank you, Palace Master." While bowing his head, his eyes glanced at Chunlan and Qiuju who were standing on the stone to the left of Gu Yingmian.

The two of them felt as if they were electrocuted when his eyes swept over them. Chunlan's face showed a trace of shame, but she could only lower her head and remain silent. Qiuju had a complicated expression and dodged his gaze. Sangzhe glanced at the two women imperceptibly, and then reluctantly handed over the dream

Jun Jian was returned to Gu Yingmian

It was not until the Mengjun Sword returned to his hand that Gu Yingmian noticed that the blade of the Mengjun Sword was still trembling slightly.

It seemed that he had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of the previous attack. "Were you also shocked by his sword intent?" Yi Yingmian said in a sweet voice, "Yes. His sword intent is indeed very powerful." Meng Jun's sword trembled slightly, as if he was afraid, and seemed to be a little embarrassed to speak. It seemed to be responding awkwardly: Indeed. Very powerful.

Moreover, he also said that there is more than one kind. There are many, many more. " Gu Yingmian said happily: "In the next period of time, we will not

I'm bored." When he heard that there was more than one, Meng Junjian trembled violently again. But in the end, he still lay quietly and obediently on Gu Yingmian's knees. "Mr. Sang, there is no need to go to the confinement room anymore." Yi Yingmian whispered: "Chunlan Qiuju, take Mr. Sang to the VIP guest room."

Chunlan and Qiuju trembled for a moment, but in the end they just responded in a low voice.

Chunlan and Qiuju knew it all. The guest room was next to where they lived. If Sang Zhe really lived there, it would be even easier for him to tease her in the future.

It's simple and convenient. But Gu Yingmian's order is everything. The two girls still took Sang Zhe to a separate courtyard not far from the palace master's bedroom. Not far from the courtyard is the residence of Chunlan and Qiuju's sword servants. "Mr. Sang, this is your guest room." Qiuju tried to make her voice more normal, and lowered her head with a dodging look: "We two sisters live next door. If Mr. Sang has any instructions, you can call us at any time." "Oh." "You live next door." Sang Zhe casually looked around the courtyard, turned his head, and gave the two of them a malicious smile. "Then the two girls and I are really destined to be together." Qiuju lowered her head in embarrassment.

Chunlan gnashed her teeth secretly and glared at him. Although Mr. Sang is a distinguished guest, he is still just a guest. She said with a hard look on her neck: "Please don't cause us too much trouble, Mr. Sang."

.

"Of course." Sang Zhe said with a smile, "Why would I take the initiative to cause trouble to the two girls?" "Of course. If you beg me. Then you can't blame me, right?" "I am tired today, so I will go back to rest first." Sang Zhe stretched out his hand and knocked on the heads of the two of them three times, then turned around and waved his hand: "Let's talk about it tomorrow if there is anything." Hearing this, Chunlan and Qiuju paused. The two turned around silently and prepared to leave.

But before leaving, both of them secretly glanced at Sang Zhe. They seemed to understand the meaning of what An Zhe said. Today, they haven't asked Sang Zhe to practice sword fighting. Is he tired? No, is there any deeper meaning in his words and actions just now? After Sang Zhe swaggered into the house, Chunlan and Qiuju also had their own thoughts.

Returned to the residence quietly.

137. The Pain of Meng Junjian

In the middle of the night. Chunlan slept very lightly. Or rather, she didn't sleep at all. She waited until the third quarter of the night before she got up with a heavy heart and changed into a light pink thin lotus dress. She pushed open the door of her room very lightly and walked through the corridor carefully. When she passed Qiuju's room, she deliberately listened inside for a while. Seeing that there was no movement in Qiuju's room, Chunlan felt a little relieved and slowly walked out of the house to Sangzhe's residence next door. Standing at Sangzhe's door, she bit her lip and hesitated for a long time, and finally knocked on the door cruelly. But as soon as she knocked, she found that the door was ajar. Chunlan pushed it gently and entered the sky lightly. Sangzhe was sitting on a chair in the lobby drinking tea. "Oh." Seeing Chunlan coming, he said without any surprise: "Miss Chunlan came here in the middle of the night, what's the matter?" Bei Rui saw that she was pretending to be confused. " Chunlan rolled her eyes angrily and snorted, "Didn't you pat me on the head three times during the day and asked me to come to you at 12:30 am?" "Is that so?"

Sang Zhe took a sip of tea and said slowly, "So Miss Chunlan came to see me for the purpose of practicing jade?"

"If you know, why don't you lend it to me?" Seeing Chunlan looking at him with disdain, Sang Zhe was too lazy to tease her and just

Then he threw the practice jade to her.

Seeing that he was so weird today, Chunlan was stunned for a moment, and her heart was shocked for a moment.

"You, why don't you think my attitude is bad today?" Anyway, you have this character, no matter how much I teach you, you can't change it. " Sang Zhe coughed and waved his hands: "It's up to you to change or not. Hurry up and practice sword,

Remember to return it to me later. " After saying that, he continued to drink tea leisurely. Chunlan took the practice jade with a slightly complicated expression. Although she felt that Sang Zhe would not be so kind. But it was also a good thing to be less teased by him, so she looked at the practice jade with both hands and went to the pavilion in the yard to practice sword. But when she arrived at the pavilion, Chunlan felt something strange. It seemed that there were traces of someone practicing sword here. There were even traces of the willow tree next to it. Does this guy usually practice sword in the yard by himself? Chunlan looked at the puddle of water on the ground and wondered. No wonder his swordsmanship is so superb that even the palace master is amazed.

It seems that compared to his cynical appearance, he is actually quite hardworking in private.

Putting aside her wild thoughts, Chunlan also activated her practice jade and began today's practice.

sword.

Of course she didn't know. A quarter of an hour ago, her sister had the same idea and was doing the same thing here. The puddle of water was not left by Sang Zhe. It was the juice of her sister's exhaustion after practicing sword.

In the following days, Sang Zhe lived a relatively leisurely life. His life in each level was basically to sleep and eat, eat and sleep. By the way, he watched the sisters Chunlan and Qiuju with interest, each of them had their own thoughts.

He secretly found himself practicing sword.

Occasionally, Gu Yingmian would come to practice sword skills with him. He would just rent some high-end-looking sword techniques from the mall and practice with the jade equipment to show off his skills.

Gu Yingmian was really obsessed with swordsmanship. Every time she watched Sang Zhe practice swordsmanship, she would go back and seriously experience and feel it for a long time, constantly exploring and perfecting her swordsmanship from various sword meanings. But. This made it difficult for her Meng Junjian.

Ever since Mengjun Sword came into contact with the sword intent used by Sang Zhe, every time Sang Zhe used it to practice sword, it was like a huge physical and mental torture.

Sang Zhe's sword intent is really too powerful. The sword intents on the list of the system mall are all the best swords in various planes of space.

The life's work of the unique sword masters, each sword intent is no less than Gu Yingmian's peerless sword intent.

It had long been accustomed to Gu Yingmian's sword intent, and every time it was infused with other sword intent, it would feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Those intentions were sometimes domineering and fierce, and sometimes gentle and graceful. Each sword intention could bring it a strong stimulation, but under the stimulation, it gradually enjoyed watching the sword intention bring it.

Pleasure. These days, Meng Junjian is like a beautiful woman in captivity. She is tortured and trained in various ways every day, using both soft and hard methods. Sword intent is invisible and traceless. Even if Meng Junjian is infused with sword intent, there is no trace of it. Sang Zhe is not worried that Gu Loumian will hold him accountable. In short, he watched Sang Zhe try various sword intents. At the beginning, Meng Junjian would tremble and hum after being infused with sword intent, and later the body gradually adapted to various sword intents. So the domain value was raised to a new height. On the contrary, it was Gu Yingmian. Every time Gu Yingmian saw Sang Zhe practicing sword, he felt something in his heart and wanted to try something new.

Although I have realized it, I always feel that there is something wrong when using the Mengjun Sword.

She couldn't tell what was wrong. She felt that the Mengjun Sword was a little too bland to use now. She didn't know if it was her own illusion.

His own sword intent was perfectly integrated, the sword moved as his heart moved, and the two were in perfect harmony.

But now, when I use the Mengjun Sword again, I always feel that the connection between the sword and myself is not so close.

Even a little perfunctory. Gu Yingmian noticed this, but didn't take it too seriously. She just thought that she had learned so many new sword ideas recently, and her swordsmanship might have improved, which led to the incompatibility with Mengjun Sword. In a flash, another week passed.

It was another afternoon. Sang Zhe was leisurely sipping tea while looking at the sweat dripping from the yard.

God is intoxicated and obsessed with Chunlan.

"Hey~ Miss Chunlan~" Rouzhe reminded, "We have practiced for a long time today, come and have a cup of tea and take a break."

Chunlan shook her body, slowly put down her sword, walked silently to Rouzhelao, and took the tea he handed to her.

"Speaking of which, Miss Chunlan has been particularly diligent in coming to these two levels."

Sang Zhe looked at her rosy cheeks after the intense exercise and said, "Is it because after passing two levels, it will be the Sword Palace Competition?"

Chunlan drank her tea silently, ignoring Sangzhe. "Speaking of which, I've always been curious." Sangzhe continued to say to her in amusement, "Why do you have to

Is it important to defeat your sister? Is it important to win against Jian Gong Tian Bi? #

"You won't understand." Chunlan glanced at Rouzhe indifferently, and said tenderly: "This is a matter between us sisters. Don't mind your own business." Sangzhe crossed his arms. However, after Chunlan finished her tea and turned around to continue practicing sword, she suddenly stopped, looked at Sangzhe with her back and said silently: "Qiuju... is too easy to be bullied."

I am the older sister. If I can’t be a support for my younger sister, then when my younger sister is bullied, there will be no one to help her.”

Sang rolled his eyes. "Isn't it possible that your sister doesn't actually need your help?" "She doesn't need it." Chunlan took a deep breath, and Meihui flashed a firm look: "But when she needs

when. "

I have to be able to be her rock.”

138. Give it a try

Chunlan continued to practice swordplay next to the pavilion. Sangzhe also continued to drink his tea, silently watching her without saying a word. The relationship between these two sisters is really good. The elder sister takes care of the younger sister, and the younger sister is worried about the elder sister. The only pity is that both of them hide their own thoughts in their stomachs.

Want to show it to the other person.

I actually don’t understand you humans.” Nian Nian leaned against his chair, hugged her slender arms and muttered to herself:

If the two sisters had just made things clear to each other, they wouldn't have to be so secretive at every level."

You are obviously a family member, and you can clearly explain everything to each other, so why do you keep hiding it and not want to tell each other?"

Hearing this, Rouzhe sighed silently. Perhaps, it is because they are relatives. " Nian Nian's beautiful eyes looked at him puzzledly. "People, sometimes they are a very awkward species." We often show our best side to strangers, but show our worst side to others.

"The reason is very simple. Strangers will not tolerate your unreasonable behavior, only those close to you will. So all the pressure you suffer outside can only be reported back home.

"It's sad to say it, and it's really sad." "Sometimes, lack of communication is even out of good intentions. The closer the person is, the more they only want to report good news and not bad news. They don't want to communicate too much because they are afraid that their relatives will find out about their harm."

“It should be the same for this pair of sisters.” Rouzhe looked away, lost in thought.

Nian Nian looked at Sang Zhe who suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Host, was this the same before?" "Maybe." Sang Zhe drank a sip of tea silently, "I forgot." Nian Nian curled her lips. This host of hers would yawn carelessly whenever he had something to do.

Ha, I just fooled him. "But, think of something good." Sang Zhe suddenly put down his tea and crossed his legs: "There is a window between the sisters, and they are unwilling to communicate well with each other. I can create opportunities for them." "Hehe, when did the host become so kind?" Nian Nian Bu Yidi glanced at him.

I don't have any grudge against them." Rouzhe Longjijian said, "The only reason I need to capture them is to get the Dizang Immortal Iron."

If I could help ease the relationship between the sisters, it would be a good deed.

"

You call this doing good deeds? Nian Nian glared at him speechlessly. "So, how does the host plan to create opportunities for them?" "Simple." Sang Zhe looked at the clothes behind the screen. They were the casual clothes that Chunlan had changed out of. Because she wanted to practice sword with Sang Zhe, Chunlan's mother brought an extra set of Taoist skirts for sword practice every time she came, and put them on when she practiced.

She put her own clothes behind the screen and changed them after she finished practicing sword.

He quietly walked behind the screen and rummaged through her clothes.

Sure enough, Chunlan's communication device was found. Nian Nian looked at Sang Zhe who found the name of Qiuju in the contact notes with a smirk on his face, then clicked the dial button and couldn't help but said: "Wait a minute." "Host, didn't you just ask Qiuju to watch the practice jade and practice sword next door before Chunlan came?" "Yes." Sang Zhe smiled and stepped on the ground waiting for the communication device to connect, then immediately shouted to the sky in the yard

"Miss Chunlan! Someone is calling you! I'll answer the phone for you first!" .?! Wait - Chunlan was still immersed in the afterglow of the powerful sword spirit brought by the practice jade.

His consciousness was still a little hazy, his eyes were blurry and his face was flushed.

Hearing Sang Zhe say this, she immediately panicked. Because she knew that the only person who could contact her was her sister Qiu Ju. But at this moment, she had not yet recovered from the afterglow, and had no idea how to face it.

My own sister. In order to prevent Qiu Ju from finding out the problem.

I had to answer the phone, panicking and trying to speak but forcing myself to look at the red flush.

:

Ah. Qiu, Qiu, I'm sorry for the moment. I might be back later. I need to practice sword for a while here at Lianjianping...

Qiu Ju's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Um...Is that so? I'm sorry, sister. I, I also want to be in the square.

Here... Practice swordplay. I can't wait. Practice swordplay. It feels so good. Chunlan: "?" Qiuju: "?"

Nian Nian was silent for a long time before she turned her head and glanced at Rouzhe. "You call this doing good deeds?" Ahem. Satisfying one's own bad taste can also be considered doing good deeds for oneself. Sangzhe coughed dryly and ignored her shamelessly, continuing to admire the couple.

The sister tried hard to look hard so that the other party wouldn't notice anything unusual.

This feeling is really great.

In the evening, when Chunlan returned home, Qiuju seemed to have just entered the house and had just changed her clothes and came out of the room.