Chapter 21

“Master Yangchun...”

On Meishan Mountain, Yangchun and Feixing were walking through the forest.

To be more precise, she was walking through the forest, holding Feixing in her hand. Under the influence of inertia, Feixing was like a flag fluttering in the forest.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Play with me! What’s so good about Meixian?”

“But Master Yushuang and the others will come to see me later.”

“Then I’ll send you back later.”

Yangchun ran to a very high peak and put Feixing down.

“Look, the view here is much better.”

Penglai Fairy Island was originally floating in the air, and from here, with his eyesight, he could not only see the rivers on the island, but also the ocean outside the island.

The rivers are vast, the sea is vast, the rivers are frozen, and the mountains are majestic and the valleys are high.

But——

Feixing asked: “What’s so good about this?”

Yangchun raised his eyebrows.

Feixing couldn’t understand. With Yangchun Zhenren’s Jindan realm, he could walk in the air on weekdays. If he wanted to climb high and look far, there was no place he couldn’t go.

He had never seen anything special about the mountains and rivers.

Yangchun pointed to the front and said:

“Looking at the vastness of the mountains and rivers, the vastness of the world, don’t you feel anything?”

Feixing blinked. He really didn’t.

And...

He always felt that he had seen more lonely and vast scenery.

Yangchun shook his head and sighed:

“The child is incorrigible. But--”

She rolled her eyes, flew up to the sky and disappeared into the clouds. When she came down again, she was holding a flying bird the size of a goshawk in her hand.

The flying bird had a red head and green feet, and a black feather. Its neck was twisted by Yangchun, and its body was still twitching a few times due to nerve reflex.

She didn’t come to see the scenery.

“You are lucky. A stupid bird just happened to hit you.”

A sword fire swept across the bird’s body, burning all its feathers, revealing its tender white flesh.

She drew her long sword from her waist, cut the bird’s neck, bled it, and cut open its belly. In no time, she processed the bird’s meat and offal.

“Firewood~ Firewood~”

Yang Chun muttered, and the long sword shuttled through the forest. After a while, he cut off a bunch of thin branches and long trunks, and brought them with dead branches and fallen leaves.

Fei Xing asked: “Why doesn’t the Immortal use sword fire?”

“You don’t understand this!” Yang Chun raised his eyebrows and smiled, shaking his finger, “The temperature of the sword fire is extremely high and difficult to control. It’s still necessary to roast it with firewood!”

A few miles away at the foot of the mountain, the disciples looked at the river and comprehended it, and the Immortals also exchanged what they saw in the air.

“The beast in the river is trapped in a cage, covered with wounds and unable to escape. Could it be that it is imprisoning its own mind?”

“Beast? There are green mountains in the river, how can there be a beast?”

“Hmm? I only saw thousands of troops and flying swords like stars in the river.”

“Could it be that everyone sees something different?”

“If so, where is the correct answer?”

They were confused and pondered with the disciples below.

Suddenly, someone pointed to something floating on the top of a distant mountain.

“What is that?”

“It looks like ... cooking smoke.”

“Cooking smoke?”

On the top of the mountain, Yangchun pulled Feixing and asked him to blow into the firewood with him.

Wisps of light smoke rose with the wind, and the bird meat was slowly smoked on the flying sword.

Feixing probably understood where the gray stains on Yangchun’s face came from.

He suddenly noticed something and looked down, only to see a touch of snow-white exposed from under Yangchun’s skirt, and two clean feet were resting on the snow.

Without asking, it was probably because she lost her shoes while playing.

“Okay, just wait.”

Yangchun said, got up and took some snow from the side, wiped it on her face and hands, and washed away all the ash stains.

Feixing also imitated her and took some snow around him.

“Hey!”

Yangchun saw his action and hurriedly stopped him.

“That’s where I stepped just now!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you think it’s dirty? That’s the foot!”

Feixing said: “The real person is a cultivator, with a jade body and ice body, naturally without dirt. And I just saw that the real person’s feet are as clean as snow, the real person doesn’t have to worry.”

He just peeked at my feet!?

Yangchun blushed and said: “That, that’s not okay!”

As she said, she took out a snowball and threw it into Feixing’s hand.

After they washed their hands, Yangchun seemed to have not talked to anyone for a long time. He began to chatter about the things he had encountered in the fairy island in the past few days. He kept talking for nearly half an hour, and his mouth never stopped. Feixing occasionally said something to show that he was listening. “I also want to see how the Fengchu Linzi was evaluated, but the Qingyue Pavilion didn’t let me in!” Yangchun put his hands on his hips and said angrily, “Even the two guards at the gate of the pavilion are in the spirit transformation realm. Don’t you think it’s outrageous!” “Then I think the power of Qingyue Pavilion is quite large, and the pavilion master must be a master of the Mahayana realm.” “That’s right! Otherwise, how can they have eyes all over Xiaoyao Sea and grasp the situation of so many people!” Yangchun nodded, took out the bird meat from the flying sword, and cut half of it for Feixing. The crispy skin was golden and the tender meat was fresh and fragrant. Although it was not as exquisite as the dishes prepared by the Meixian Society, it also had a unique flavor. After eating half a roasted bird, Yangchun washed her hands with snow water and touched her slightly bulging belly with satisfaction.

Suddenly, her ears moved and she turned to look at the mountains behind her.

“What’s wrong, Immortal?”

“Hush.” ​​She gestured.

Feixing was silent, and her eyes and ears did not hear anything unusual, but her immortal consciousness sensed that there was a surge of immortal energy somewhere in the distance, and the scale seemed to be quite large.

“There’s something to watch.” Yangchun murmured, his eyes gradually narrowed, the corners of his mouth raised, he stood up excitedly, and pulled Feixing to run there.

At the foot of a certain mountain——

The man held a big sword and stared at the beautiful figure a hundred meters away, his expression was extremely solemn.

On the other side of the stream.

A woman was wearing a plain white dress with a green dress inside, her hair was simply tied up, and she did not wear pearls or jade, nor did she wear a necklace.

Her eyebrows were bright, her expression was naturally peaceful, and her face was beautiful and a bit handsome.

Among the people of the same generation in the world, among the people the man knows, there are only two who can make him feel like he is facing a formidable enemy.

The first one is her.

The man said coldly: “You chased me for two days and two nights, what on earth are you doing!”

He escaped from Penglai Fairy Island for two days and two nights, deliberately created signs of escaping from the fairy island, and secretly returned to Meixian Club, but he didn’t expect to be caught.

The woman smiled and said: “If you are not here to compete with me, why are you here at Meixian Club?”

The man said angrily: “I came to see the scenery and you don’t care!”

“I see, but since I have run into you, why don’t I take this opportunity to compete with you?” The woman smiled slightly, her sleeves moved lightly, and a long sword that looked plain and unpretentious appeared in her hand.

The man’s eyes condensed, and he cursed the crazy woman in front of him in his heart.

At this time, on the mountainside in the distance-

Yangchun pulled Feixing and lay in the snow under a tree.

She looked at the situation at the stream and said in a low voice:

“Look, that’s the Heaven Grade A Eight Desolate Sword! That woman is Qingchen! Who is she confronting?”

Feixing also recognized the man’s identity and said:

“That’s Zheng Huai’en from the Yuanhai Sword Sect.”

“Zheng Huai’en!” Yangchun’s eyes became brighter, and he pulled Feixing’s sleeve excitedly, “Fortunately I didn’t miss this good show!”

Feixing recalled the old grudge between the Yuanhai Sword Sect and the Donghuang Immortal Sect that he had just learned about, and asked:

“Are their strengths equal?”

“One phoenix young son ranked first, and the other ranked second, so they shouldn’t be much different.” Yangchun stretched out his hand to lower Feixing’s head and said, “You won’t know if you don’t watch!”