After the little demon cultivator who had just spoken, the man in black, with red eyes slowly stood up and walked towards Fuyue Pavilion not far away with a wine glass.

This small pavilion is as high as a seven-story pagoda. Standing on it, it seems that you can touch the waning moon in the air by reaching out.

Li Ruojue slowly drank the wine in his glass, and then involuntarily reached out his hand in the direction where the moon was.

"Sir Immortal Lord, it would be great if you really come back..."

It is rumored in the world that Yan Xiaoshu is the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord Frost Jade.

As soon as this news came out, the cultivation world, which was depressed due to the continuous defeat, was a little excited.

After all, everyone knows that the former Demon Lord Li Ruojue was Jiang Chiqiu's disciple... He can't even be considered a disciple.

But Li Ruojue did not believe what they said.

After all, the soul of the Frost Jade Immortal Lord is in his body.

If it weren't for reincarnation... Unless the young man named Yan Xiaoshu was just the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the Immortal Lord.

If that was true, he was completely unqualified to call himself the Immortal Lord of Frost Jade. Thinking of this, Li Ruojue couldn't help but look disgusted on his face.

Li Ruojue slowly withdrew his hand and finally fell into his heart.

He skillfully explored his spiritual sense, and then he saw that an ice-blue beam of light was still wandering around the white fairy soul.

Li Ruojue tentatively used his spiritual sense to touch the beam of light, and the next moment the chill that penetrated his mind immediately spread to his spiritual sense.

This feeling is very painful. If someone with a slightly weak willpower is probably going to fall down right now.

But Li Ruojue didn't, on the contrary, he even enjoyed this feeling very much.

After a few times, Li Ruojue stopped until his face turned extremely pale.

Li Ruojue took a last look at the crescent moon behind him. He thought that if Yan Xiaoshu was really the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the Frost Jade Immortal, then he would refine this remnant soul and combine it with the immortal soul left in his body... the real resurrected Frost Jade Immortal.

By then, he would go to settle the grudges between Yan Mojun and Yan.

——Jiang Chiqiu didn’t know that Li Ruojue in this life was even more disgusted with the world of cultivation than in the book.

The reason is that Li Ruojue has always been resentful of Yan Mofeng's failure to save the other party when the Shuangyu Immortal Lord passed the tribulation, and even took his anger on the entire cultivation world.

At this time, Jiang Chiqiu didn't know the protagonist's plans.

The Painted Sword Valley is somewhat similar to the place where the original owner lived in the Liufan Sect. The scenery here is as beautiful as spring in all seasons and is like a paradise.

Now the story that Jiang Chiqiu was admired by Yan Mocheng has been passed on to the head of the Liufan Sect, and even the master who was originally in seclusion.

The result was the same as Jiang Chiqiu expected - Liu Fanzong naturally had no objection to this matter, and even regarded it as the glory of the immortal sect.

However, Jiang Chiqiu has no intention of leaving Furan Fairy Mountain now.

According to the system, since my task this time is to "turn the tide", I must have the strength to support it.

Whether it is Fu Ran Xianshan as a springboard or Yan Mocheng's teachings, they can help you complete the task.

The original owner practiced the skills of Liufan Sect before. After arriving at the Painting Sword Valley, Yan Mojun began to teach him to combine those skills with Fu Ran's immortal arts.

As an extremely dedicated fast-moving person, Jiang Chiqiu is of course very serious.

However, compared with him as a student, Yan Mochen, as a "teacher", is not so serious.

There is a peach forest in Huajian Valley. Every fairy peach tree here has a tree age of at least five or six hundred years, and it is not uncommon for those who are thousands of years old.

At this time, Jiang Chiqiu sat under one of the peach trees about seven or eight stories high, carefully studying the secrets Yan Mojun gave him.

These books of Shuangyu Immortal Lord have read them and they are also in Jiang Chiqiu's mind.

But now that I have read it again, Jiang Chiqiu has also gained a different understanding.

Just as he was fascinated by reading the book, a white voice suddenly came over from the other side of the Taolin.

It's strict.

In people's imagination, this most legendary monk in the cultivation world should probably hold his sword every day to explore the great way and sword intent in the sword forest.

But in fact... Jiang Chiqiu had never seen Yan Mojun lift his sword.

"Xiao Shu." Yan Mohuang called his name softly, and then placed the thing in his hand on the stone table in front of Jiang Chiqiu.

Hearing Yan Mocheng's voice, Jiang Chiqiu immediately stood up from his position, "Immortal Yan Mocheng." He quickly saluted the other party.

Seeing this, Yan Mocheng couldn't help but smile and shook his head and said, "Xiao Shu doesn't have to be so polite to me, just call me Mocheng."

"This... is not in line with etiquette." Jiang Chiqiu said hesitantly.

Although he also felt that it was very troublesome to call the other party "Yan Mocheng Immortal Lord", in this world, he is far from Yan Mocheng in terms of his seniority and age.

Even if he used the identity of "Frost Jade Immortal Lord", he had to respectfully call Yan Mocheng and called him "Master".

"It's all just a little gift, don't care." Yan Mocheng said with a smile and shook his head.

Why did Jiang Chiqiu never know before? Yan Mocheng was such an unconventional person?

When Shuangyu Immortal Lord was his disciple, the two of them would not meet each other for several years. Whenever they met, Yan Mocheng would disappear after teaching the skills, just like an npc that only appeared when the task was handed over.

If it weren't for the lack of relevant plots in "The Immortal and Demon Rebellion" that Jiang Chiqiu would have really doubted whether Yan Mocheng was the same as himself, and there was another person in the core.

Yan Mocheng is more considerate to himself now than when he was the protagonist.

"This is the Soul Condensation Pill." Yan Mohen glanced at the things on the table and said to Jiang Chiqiu, "You only have one soul in your body now, and you need to take such pills from time to time."

Yan Mochen's voice was extremely gentle, and his elegant temperament could not deceive people.

Jiang Chiqiu really couldn't understand why the death of the Immortal Lord Frost Jade made Yan Mohen change so much.

Although he was confused, Jiang Chiqiu was very obedient and ate the Soul Condensation Pill that Yan Mocheng brought to him.

Just as Yan Mocheng said - there is only one soul in his body, and he is in a very unstable state.

Although he is a monk, his physical fitness may not be as good as an ordinary person without any spiritual roots.

Jiang Chiqiu knew that he would not escape dead unless he completed the mission. This soul-condensing pill did not have any important role in his health.

But if you want to quickly improve your cultivation, then the Soul Condensation Pill is very important.

After Jiang Chiqiu took the Soul Condensation Pill, he planned to continue reading, but he didn't expect Yan Mocheng to sit down slowly and chat with him casually.

At this time, the Immortal Lord Yan Mocheng really looks like the kind of student who influences his deskmate's study.

However, Jiang Chiqiu soon discovered that he and Yan Mochen had an inexplicable relationship. He thought they had nothing to talk about, but as soon as they talked, they found that they were amazingly acquainted in many aspects.

Of course, Yan Mojun and Jiang Chiqiu are not just as simple as chatting.

After a while, Jiang Chiqiu and Yan Mochen stood under the peach forest with their swords.

Although they were holding the natal spiritual sword, neither of them injected spiritual energy into the sword.

After the competition began, Jiang Chiqiu and Li Ruojue fought like martial artists in the lower realm, relying solely on swordsmanship.

The Liufan Sect where the original owner was located was all female cultivators, so the sword technique was also known for its flexibility and ingenuity.

In the past, Yan Xiaoshu, as a cultivator known for his diligence, naturally had already studied the sword techniques of Liufan Sect very thoroughly.

In addition to the sword skills that Jiang Chiqiu had learned in various worlds before, at the beginning of the competition, he was actually a little expecting what kind of expression Yan Mohen would have shown if the legendary immortal master in front of him had lost to him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chiqiu's lips couldn't help but raise a small curve.

After seeing the curve of Jiang Chiqiu's mouth, the man standing opposite him felt dazed for a moment.

When Yan Mofeng reacted, Jiang Chiqiu's sword had already attacked his heart.

Seeing this, Yan Mojun immediately dodged and evaded, and at the same time raised his sword to greet him.

But in an instant, the flowers fell from the depths of the peach forest. Two white figures kept flying here with the sword light, as if they turned into light-colored petals in the peach forest, dancing with the wind.

Yan Mojun did not expect that Jiang Chiqiu's swordsmanship would be so clever.

He saw the boy standing opposite him pursing his lips tightly, and a few strands of brown hair stuck to his cheeks. Jiang Chiqiu's originally pale complexion turned pale red because of the sword dancing.

The boy in front of him looked more tender than he remembered.

Yan Mochen was actually in a daze again.

He never felt that he was a lucky person until the moment he met the boy in front of him again.

...What is Yan Mocheng doing?

Jiang Chiqiu could clearly feel Yan Mofeng's distraction, but for the masters, the victory or defeat was only in a flash.

The moment Jiang Chiqiu felt Yan Mohen was absent-minded, his sword had already stabbed into the other party's heart.

Although Jiang Chiqiu knew that this sword would definitely not hurt Yan Mocheng. He subconsciously moved the sword to the side and finally passed Yan Mocheng's shoulders.

Also because he couldn't hold back his strength, he saw that Jiang Chiqiu was about to fall to the ground in the next moment, Yan Mojun, who was still distracted the last second, suddenly appeared and hugged him in his arms.

The sword stopped dancing, and the landing speed of the petals in the air slowed down. Compared with the first time, time seemed to be so still.

Jiang Chiqiu was a little shorter than the other party. At this time, he was still young, and his face was buried directly in Yan Mochen's neck.

A faint fragrance of medicine came in.

It was obviously not the first time I hugged someone, but at this moment, Jiang Chiqiu's heartbeat increased rapidly.

The long sword in Yan Mocheng's hand disappeared. The man smiled, then hugged Jiang Chiqiu slightly, and gently patted the boy's shoulder.
To be continued...