I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

"Don't forget, Feilu belongs to my family." Lu Yinshuang said lukewarmly.

"Why do you have to make such a clear distinction, I will also invite you by the way this time." Chang Jingyu said sincerely.

The crane, which judged the situation, flaunted and swept away the dry fish all over the ground, then ran a few steps away and dragged a man in front of Chang Jingyu, scratching three bloodstains on the man's face with one paw.

"Who is this person?" Chang Jingyu took a look, and saw that the unconscious man was wearing a purple cloak, rolling in mud all over the land under the heavy rain.

"A helper for Zhao He's formation." Lu Yinshuang said disdainfully, "With such a level of cultivation, he is trying to deal with Feilu in vain.

Fei Lu held her head up without humility, and went back into the ring to trim her feathers.

"Oh." Chang Jingyu exclaimed without emotion, "This person is a master in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Extremely mediocre." Lu Yinshuang made a definition, and then taunted, "Chonghua Immortal Sect claims to have strict rules and regulations. Judging from the number of ways he has set up formations, this Chonghua Immortal Sect manages nothing more than that."

"Uh, this person's actions should have nothing to do with the Chonghua Immortal Sect." Chang Jingyu looked up at the sky, but no one woke up while drenched in the pattering rain. Feilu probably beat him badly, "He not only In order to repair the mirror, he also used Zhao He to lure Fang Yuan to Weiyang Mountain, I guess his real purpose is to get rid of Fang Yuan."

"It makes sense." Lu Yinshuang agreed, "Go on."

"Besides, the mirror flower and the water moon are famous celestial artifacts. Before they disappeared, their owner was Zeyuan Xianzun of our sect. The Zhonghua Immortal sect has a good relationship with our sect. If there is any clue, it should be provided to our sect." Chang Jingyu was afraid of Lu Yin. Shuang emphasized what misunderstanding there was about Chonghua Immortal Gate.

"Lian Jinghong's mirror?" Lu Yinshuang was a little surprised. He took it out and flipped through it repeatedly, only to see that there were only shallow cracks on the mirror surface. This half of the ancient mirror was almost recovered. Magic array."

Chang Jing Yuxin said that you remembered it again, and he said calmly: "It is said that it was left to her by a senior, but she was lost in the early years of the war. Although I have been looking for it, there has been no progress."

"Do you think I should return the mirror to her?" Lu Yinshuang tossed the ancient mirror playfully.

Chang Jingyu frowned: "Senior takes the risk of taking back the ancient mirror, I have no right to comment, but it is something that belongs to the owner after all, I personally still hope that senior can return it to Zeyuan Immortal Venerable, and I also thank Senior on behalf of Immortal Venerable .”

Lu Yinshuang tossed the ancient mirror up boredly: "What are you doing beating around the bush, I'm not interested in it."

"Hey...!" Chang Jingyu stared at half of the mirror, saw it falling towards her, just raised her hand to catch it, but was afraid of triggering some illusion again, so her hands and feet stiffened and let the mirror hit her leg.

"I've sealed it." Lu Yinshuang teased with a smile, "The shadow of a cup bow and a snake."

Chang Jingyu blushed, and only then did he see a Zhang talisman on the back of the ancient mirror: "You also said that you only practice swords, and you can do everything."

Lu Yinshuang took it for granted: "If this level is considered part-time, your vision is too shallow."

"Then I will save my compliments in the future." Chang Jingyu put away the ancient mirror and said angrily.

"Is it a pleasure to be praised by a brat who has just built a foundation?" Lu Yinshuang asked calmly.

Chang Jingyu: "...I'm almost at the Golden Core too, okay?"

Lu Yinshuang: "A red envelope for you?"

Chang Jingyu held his breath, and simply stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

Lu Yinshuang was amused by him, really thought about it for a moment, brushed his palm over the Qiankun bag, and slowly tightened his five fingers, then grasped the scabbard of an ancient and simple long sword.

Before Chang Jingyu could react, Lu Yinshuang flicked his wrist, and the hilt of the sword swept towards his neck. There was a clear howling sound, and a section of the bright sword blade stopped less than half an inch in front of his throat.

"Is this sword not bad?" Lu Yinshuang asked.

Chang Jingyu didn't feel the killing intent, and the coldness caused goosebumps on his neck. He nodded and said, "It's really a good sword."

"Next." Lu Yinshuang turned over his hand and handed over the scabbard, "This sword is named Xuanhuang, it looks simple and unpretentious, but in fact it is restrained, and I give it to you."

Chang Jingyu held the scabbard in both hands respectfully, he took a long time to come back to his senses, he stood up suddenly and was hit on the head by the umbrella: "I was just joking, this sword is so precious, I really can't take it back, senior please take it back .”

"I haven't got anything I can't give away." Lu Yinshuang snorted coldly with a straight face, "If you don't want to use it, go back to the Martial Immortal Gate and ask Fu Qingxiao for another one, and I have no objection."

Chang Jingyu struggled in embarrassment, but when he thought about Lu Yinshuang's own natal sword, he finally chose to wear it solemnly on his waist, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior."

"Sit down, how long do I have to hold on?" Lu Yinshuang glanced at the stone, and he raised his umbrella and slammed Chang Jingyu's forehead, "The question I wanted to ask before may be a bit abrupt."

Chang Jingyu took the umbrella handle and sat back by Lu Yinshuang: "Senior, please speak."

Lu Yinshuang felt that he was getting too close, but now was not the time to worry about it, he asked in a solemn voice: "Is there any portrait of Lingtang left?"

The sound of the rain pouring down the umbrella was inexplicably silent, as if only the regular heartbeat remained in the mountains and forests. Chang Jingyu's expression was a little sad for a moment. He took out a scroll from the Qiankun bag, it was ordinary, It's not something that cultivators are accustomed to. Looking at it unfolded, the woman in the painting has a bright smile and is dancing with a sword.

"It really is her." Lu Yinshuang couldn't help sighing that it was a coincidence.

"Senior knows my concubine?" Chang Jingyu asked in surprise.

"We met once." Lu Yinshuang's voice revealed some helplessness, "How majestic she was back then...why did she fall to such a state."

"You really saw a lot in the illusion." Chang Jingyu lowered his head, his tone was very light, as if he couldn't bear to disturb the people in his memory, and he was surprised that he didn't get annoyed by it. Lu Yinshuang always used ice, but He could still feel the faint warmth.

"Mother used to be a cultivator, but she was seriously injured and abandoned her cultivation. She lived in seclusion in Yonghe Village with my father. My father was a painter. He passed away due to illness when I was five years old."

"When I was young, I didn't understand my mother. I thought Yonghe Village was too small. I could circle it several times in half a day. Why don't we go out and have a look."

"I asked her over and over again, mother, you could fly before, can you teach me to fly? Tell me some interesting stories, why don't you tell me whether the city is good or not?"

Chang Jingyu smiled in embarrassment, the smile passed through the old warmth and came to reality, then it became bitter and unbearable again.

"Later, when I grew up, I was able to go to the town to sell things and do odd jobs. I gradually understood that my mother said that although she had a bad experience, she didn't want her opinion to affect me. What is going on in the city? What is going on in this world, I should let me see for myself, if I want to leave in the future, I should go out, if I am disappointed, I should go home, and live an ordinary life like her."

As Chang Jingyu said, the uncontrollable burst of sword intent disturbed the wind and rain. He clenched his fist and smashed it on the stone, bleeding from his fingers: "But then two spirit beasts that can control water sneaked into the river in the village, and they were worshiped by the villagers as The god of the river, in order to pray for rain, the village chief wanted to throw the innocent girl into the river. In order to save her, the mother poisoned the river water. The two spirit beasts died and fled. The mother wanted to take me and her away, but the girl betrayed my mother."

"I said I was disappointed, but I was homeless."

"Have you never taken revenge?" Lu Yinshuang tugged at Chang Jingyu's sleeve, and healed his wound with a layer of spiritual power.

Chang Jingyu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, his eyes were filled with cruel hatred, so he turned his head away, not wanting Lu Yinshuang to see: "After leaving the Changlin faction, I did make a move, I'm afraid to tell you, you would hate me."

"My bottom line may be lower than you think." Lu Yinshuang smiled indifferently, "It's up to you if you want to."

"...Thank you." Chang Jingyu raised his hand to support his forehead, he leaned back slightly, leaned on Lu Yinshuang's shoulder to lower the umbrella, and circled a fragile space, "I thought no one would ever listen I say this."

"It's useless to thank you, and it's meaningless to imprison yourself in the past." The shadow of Chang Jingyu's previous life floated in Lu Yinshuang's mind, and he felt that he should remind something, "Your desperate style is just drinking poison to quench thirst. You should live for others, not for the past, if you have time, you might as well think about what you want to do without those factors.”

After he finished speaking, he sighed and shook his head. In those peaceful years when Linyuan Palace was as stable as Mount Tai, he also forgot where he should go.

Chang Jingyu smiled lowly: "Senior, I didn't expect you to teach others at length."

Lu Yinshuang snorted coldly: "Just this once, if you don't want to listen, I can help you sift your mind."

"How come, I have benefited a lot from senior's golden and jade words. Does what the senior said, asking about things after the conference, still count?" Chang Jingyu turned to look at him, and a cunning flashed in those bright eyes.

Lu Yinshuang suddenly felt like shooting himself in the foot with a stone, thinking that this kid clearly remembered it clearly, but he said ambiguously: "As long as you are willing to go, I will pay the travel expenses."

This is a top benefit, otherwise you will not be able to cover your living expenses for a year.

Chang Jingyu said: "Of course I do, I'm already thinking about what special products to bring."

He was like ashes that had been piled up for an unknown amount of time, quietly igniting a spark in the dead silence.

The author has something to say: Lu Yinshuang: I plan to bring the successor of Dao Wuxian Sect home

Xie Qiao: get√The two hundred knives and axes under the account are waiting for you to throw a cup

Chang Jingyu: emmmmm slip away