The Madonna of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 8

Unexpectedly, he was hugged by someone.

Lin Zhiyan was a little at a loss.

The faint scent of sandalwood came from the tip of the nose, which gave people a full sense of security.

With her fair and shiny face buried in front of her broad chest, and a powerful big hand firmly on the back of the young man's slender neck, Lin Zhiyan blushed instantly.

The boy with red ears wanted to move, but found that the opponent's hands tightened suddenly, and their bodies were even tighter.

"You... you let go, let me go!", Young Master Lin said angrily.

"Are you sure?" Chu Mingyu said calmly, as he wished.

He tried to let go of his hand, but he didn't expect that the little beast with fried hair immediately retracted its immature soft fur, looked down in horror, and immediately wrapped his arm tightly.

Chu Mingyu stared at Lin Zhiyan with a smile that was not a smile, Lin Zhiyan was embarrassed by him, and glared at him: "Why are you laughing!" It's a pity that he is too short, and his face is pale, and he has no momentum at all.

"Xiao Yan, I was also very scared when I was riding a sword before. It's okay, I got used to it slowly." Chu Mingyu told white lies in a serious manner, trying hard to maintain the precarious self-esteem of his little brother.

Sure enough, Lin Zhiyan looked much better after talking about it. As a swordsman, he is afraid of heights, which is really embarrassing!However, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Chu was also afraid of heights. Lin Zhiyan felt inexplicably happy when he thought of someone who shared the same illness as him, and this person was an omnipotent Senior Senior.

Chu Mingyu carefully observed the young man's expression, and seeing that he was not so resistant anymore, he waved his black robe and embraced him again without any explanation.

Feeling the soft touch under his palm, Chu Mingyu put his arms around the child's slender waist with one hand, and stroked the ink-like black hair with the other. The wide robe was blown up by the wind, almost covering the boy's entire small face.

Lin Zhiyan didn't dare to let go of Chu Mingyu just after passing by, so he could only lie silently in someone else's arms, closing his eyes and pretending that he didn't exist.

Well, with his body and head fixed, Lin Zhiyan felt a sense of security, so after a while, Young Master Lin slowly opened his eyes as if dying, and looked down cautiously.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly up.

Chu Mingyu's eyes were deep, and his thin lips were slightly raised, allowing the other party to paw and pull him like a little koala.

Xunjian Valley is not far from Taixu Xianzong, so before dark, Chu Mingyu and Lin Zhiyan got off the flying sword.

Lin Zhiyan's legs were so weak that he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Xunjian Valley from a distance, and hurriedly wanted to get off Feijian, but he didn't expect that he walked too quickly, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Be careful!" Standing beside Lin Zhiyan, Chu Mingyu immediately stretched out his hand to hook the young man's waist, and asked with concern, "Xiao Yan, are you alright?"

Lin Zhiyan was hugged all the way. He was already ashamed to a certain extent, but now that he was hugged again, the heat that had just disappeared on his face seemed to return faintly, and he couldn't help but waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, brother, let me down quickly .”

Chu Mingyu saw that Lin Zhiyan's face was indeed much rosier, and he felt relieved. He relaxed his arms and put the boy on the open space.

There is not a single blade of grass in the five miles around Xunjian Valley, and even the tops of the peaks are bare. Ordinary flowers and plants can't stand the harshness of the sword. As time goes by, there is no greenery around.

The place where Lin Zhiyan is standing now is the outermost layer of the Sword-seeking Valley. From the outer layer to the inner layer, the blades of the swords are getting sharper and sharper. Without enough strength, no one will enter the center of the Sword-seeking Valley.

Lin Zhiyan looked around, many casual cultivators were sitting directly on the ground, presumably to comprehend the sword intent, Lin Zhiyan's mission on this trip was to collect the sword intent, the task was not difficult, but it happened to coincide with his foundation building period match.

Chu Mingyu handed him a storage bag specially for collecting sword intent, then walked to one side and sat on the ground, chic and wanton.

Although the two of them went on the mission together, they still relied on Lin Zhiyan's experience to consolidate his cultivation base. In addition, Chu Mingyu's cultivation base in the later stage of Jindan, there was no need to go to the Sword Valley to experience it.

"Don't be brave, come back if you can't go any further." Chu Mingyu carefully advised.

Lin Zhiyan paused, nodded, and continued walking.

The sword intent on the periphery was very weak, Lin Zhiyan walked straight forward as if entering no man's land, the blade's sword intent became stronger and stronger, Lin Zhiyan gradually changed his body shape to avoid it.

The air was oppressive, and the speed of the blade was getting faster and faster. Lin Zhiyan gradually struggled, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to walk in. The sword blade passed by his ear quickly, Lin Zhiyan quickly turned his head, and a few hairs were cut to the side. air.

Lin Zhiyan opened the special storage bag, carefully calculated the angle and speed of the blade, quickly changed his pace, and collected enough sword intent.

But although he was cautious, he was a novice for the first time after all, and he was a little embarrassed at the moment. His clothes were scratched by the sword intent several times, and there were also a few slender wounds on the back of his white and tender hands, but luckily they were all flesh and blood. Injury, not serious.

After Lin Zhiyan collected the sword intent, he carefully put the storage bag back at his waist. At this moment, his time has just begun!

Dodging the sword blades in all directions in embarrassment, Lin Zhiyan's eyes became brighter and brighter. He became more and more courageous as he fought, and the sky blue sword in his hand became more and more proficient. , gradually collapsed.

The footsteps gradually deepened, Lin Zhiyan continued to walk forward, and the sword edge cut his clothes without realizing it.

There is only one thought in his mind now——

war!

It seems that this long-lost danger has inspired his blood, and the hothouse boy who has been carefully cared for for several years finally revealed the blood in his bones.

Lin Zhiyan just felt comfortable all over, he hasn't had such a good fight for a long time!

The body that had been limp stretched out, and the meridians seemed to be alive.

The blade seemed to be enraged, and became sharper and sharper.

A sword light struck from behind the ear!

Lin Zhiyan's ear tips moved slightly, and he turned his head quickly, but it was still too late. The sharp sword energy slashed a bloody mouth on his fair and tender face!

Beads of blood slowly ran down his cheeks and slipped from his delicate chin. Lin Zhiyan smiled slightly, which actually made the innocent young man look alluring and enchanting.

Raising her white arms, the surrounding air seemed to be slightly compressed, and the atmosphere was depressing!

The third layer of Magic Night and Star Art——

Shadow Void Thousand Slash!

Thousands of sword shadows stood behind the young man, extremely sharp, just waiting for an order——

Up!

A clear voice spewed out from the bright red lips, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly relaxed, the sword was powerful, and countless phantoms surrounded the young man, fighting against the oncoming sword.

The young man immersed in the sword will demonstrate again and again, completely forgetting himself.

Until the unskilled sword style gradually becomes proficient, relying entirely on physical instinct.

The blade seemed to know that this young man was not easy to provoke, and gradually became less sharp, and quietly dispersed.

Lin Zhiyan was still immersed in the state of ecstasy, as if there was a villain in his mind dancing sword every move.

Until the end of the momentum, Lin Zhiyan stood still, slowly waiting for the breath around him to calm down.

The young man's face was pale and his figure was in a state of distress, but his eyes were so bright that they couldn't be ignored.

Lin Zhiyan knew that he had fully comprehended the third layer of the Magic Night and Stars Jue. He had never been very proficient in this third layer, and he couldn't make any progress with more practice. Sure enough, he still had to rely on actual combat!

Determined that he couldn't go any further, Lin Zhiyan walked out of Xunjian Valley along the original road with a sword in his hand.

After experiencing the sharpness inside and the softness of the outer blade like drizzle, Lin Zhiyan even felt a little kind.

The sky has become dark, the breeze blows, there is no sound of leaves, and it is empty.

From a distance, he saw a young man sitting on the ground next to the boulder, dressed in a black robe, handsome and unrestrained, Lin Zhiyan ran over happily, excited like a child asking for credit.

It seemed that the young man who had fought desperately with the sword just now had disappeared.

But there is always something different.

Chu Mingyu narrowed his eyes slightly. He used to think that Lin Zhiyan's appearance was very good, but now that he has experienced it once, he has washed away some of the weakness in his body, and he has become even more dazzling.

Of course, he also saw Lin Zhiyan's aura and knew that he had some insights.

Can't help sighing secretly, it's true that the body of the sky spirit is amazing, and it's only a one-time trip to Xunjian Valley, and a breakthrough can be made.

In fact, he misunderstood Lin Zhiyan. You must know that Lin Zhiyan was watched and grew up like jewels and treasures. It can be said that he has never had real experience. This is the first time that he can clearly feel the difference from usual , You can also see your own shortcomings and make rapid progress.

In front of someone he trusts, he will always be naive. Lin Zhiyan tugged at his brother's sleeves with cloud pattern, raised his head and said, "I have collected the sword intent."

After speaking, he looked at Chu Mingyu.

Chu Mingyu laughed, he was still a child.

So he patted the boy's head very cooperatively, and said with a petting smile: "Yes, yes, my Xiaoyan is the best."

Lin Zhiyan, who was praised, rolled his eyes with a smile, like a little squirrel with a pine cone.

He also didn't notice the "my family" that his trusted senior brother Chu said

As soon as Lin Zhiyan relaxed, he felt very tired, the wound on his cheek hurt badly, his arm was sore and sore, and his wrist could hardly hold the sword.

The young man who had never been so tired and embarrassed felt a little wronged at this moment, his eyes were watery, and he said softly: "Brother, I am in pain."

The young man in front of him had ripped clothes, his fair skin was exposed, his hair was in a mess, and Chu Mingyu's uncontrollable eyes were deep.

Not to mention the many sword wounds on the young man's body, the slender wound on his cheek added a sadistic beauty.

Just being stared at by the boy's shining eyes, Chu Mingyu couldn't care about anything else, his heart ached densely, as if he was the one who was hurt.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt or hurt."

Chu Mingyu pitifully touched the wound on the young man's cheek with his big palm, quickly took out a soft cloak from the storage space, wrapped it around the young man's body, then wrapped the young man's waist with the robe, and walked away with the sword rise.

"Xiao Yan, we'll go to the inn to get some medicine later, just bear with it."

"En" came a muffled voice from his chest, and the young man stretched out his arms around the young man's waist as if giving up on himself.