"Whether it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, life should not be just about fighting, killing, but also more poetic and picturesque, what do you think?"

Ling Yun stopped, looked around, and said with a smile.

Since he has come here, Ling Yun hopes that the next conversation between him and the saint of the Demon Sect can be held in a good or beautiful atmosphere.

Even if you cannot be truly poetic and picturesque, you must at least be harmonious and harmonious.

But what surprised Ling Yun was that after hearing his words, Ye Xingchen seemed to be stunned. He did not respond for a while, and seemed to be thinking deeply.

Ling Yun was speechless and shook his head. He didn't expect Ye Xingchen to think about such words for a long time.

Since the other party was thinking seriously, Brother Yun was unwilling to break this state, but walked forward casually, not keeping looking at the surrounding environment.

Ling Yun’s eyes are so vicious. There is no doubt that this is indeed a place full of poetry and painting.

This valley is located just east of Tianmao Peak, only one kilometer away from Tianmao Peak. It is located at the low junction of two unknown peaks. A white-brilliant waterfall flows down from a cliff more than 30 meters high and falls into the deep pool below, turning into a clear mountain stream, flowing gurglingly along the rocks to the low-lying southeast.

The waterfall is not wide, but it shows its momentum. The water flows into the deep pool, splashing water constantly, and a mist of water formed on the water surface. The sound of water rumbling, but it cannot cover up the sound of speaking. Instead, the mountains and forests in the middle of the night are more quiet and far-reaching.

The valley is surrounded by rich vegetation and lush greenery. The air here is particularly fresh, making people feel relaxed and happy when they come here. They seem to calm down instantly.

"The spiritual energy here is richer than I thought."

Ling Yun approached a huge rock that was taller than a man in front, and thought to himself.

He had already silently used the Qi Yin and Yang Technique and began to crazyly absorb the ubiquitous spiritual energy of plants and trees around him to replenish the excessive overdraft in his body.

At this time, an hour had passed since the life-and-death battle at the top of Tianmao Peak. After this hour of adjustment, Ling Yun's true energy in his body had already recovered to more than 50% of his peak state. Although his body's fatigue was still there, his current state was enough to cope with any sudden situation.

In other words, even if the saint of the Demon Sect behind him suddenly turned against him, Ling Yun could still deal with it calmly.

Under the thoughtful gaze of the Demon Sect, Ling Yun slowly came to the huge rock. With a thought, the Nether Blood Demon Sword had appeared on his left hand. With a casual wave, he cut off half of the huge rock. The section was as smooth as a mirror, and a stone table was made.

"Brush brush..."

Ling Yun continued to wave his wrist and cut out more than a dozen times in succession. He used the half of the huge stone that he had cut off to make two simple stone benches. Then he hooked his feet and one of them flew up in the air. He fell to the opposite side of the stone table without any hesitation.

Then he put away his magic knife, sat down on the stone bench beside him, and waved to Ye Xingchen with a smile. "You can't stand and talk, come and sit."

Ye Xingchen suddenly drew his sword as he saw Ling Yun walking. He thought he was about to turn against him and was about to fight her. However, he didn't expect that he was making a stone table and bench. He was stunned and thought that this was OK?!

Ling Yun had just experienced a life-and-death battle. According to Ye Xingchen's estimate, even if Ling Yun's recovery ability is extraordinary, he has only recovered 50% of his strength. Now that the two of them have come here, he seems to be fine, and he is in the mood to make a stone table and bench and pose for a long talk. What is Ling Yun's mind thinking?

Ye Xingchen and Ling Yun knew the purpose of their coming here, and they were definitely not for the heart-to-heart talks under the moon, but for the two sides to represent their respective forces and conduct verbal negotiations!

"You are so leisurely!"

Ye Xingchen glanced at Ling Yun, who was sitting upright, and said coldly. He moved his lotus steps and instantly came to the stone table. Under Ling Yun's gaze, he slowly sat on the stone bench.

As soon as she sat down, she said coquettishly with a smile: "If the ancestor of the Demon Sword knew that you would use the Demon Sword he relied on to cut stones to make this, I wonder if I would crawl out of the coffin in anger and fight with you!"

This is naturally a joke. Ling Yun laughed at the indifferent, then said with a solemn expression: "This is a life attitude, and life always has a bit of a mood, right? Besides, this is not the first time..."

This is indeed not the first time. During the time Ling Yun was on Diaogui Island, whether it was the cave he dug out and the pots and pans inside, they were all cut out with the Nether Blood Demon Sword and the Dragon Pattern Sword.

"Even if you have the most magical skills," Ling Yun raised his eyes, glanced at the speechless Ye Xingchen with a playful look, and smiled faintly: "You can't deny that sitting and talking like this is much more comfortable than standing, right?"

What Ling Yun did was something that Ye Xingchen could not refuse. Of course, she could not deny it, so she had to snorted coldly and ignored it.

Overall, Ling Yun and Ye Xingchen, the saint of Demon Sect, have met and dealt with Ye Xingchen for the third time. Ling Yun has already had a preliminary understanding of the character of the saint of Demon Sect, so he has no concern about Ye Xingchen's reaction.

As a saint of the Demon Sect, since it is known as a saint, it always looks cold, lofty, inviolable, and inviolable, and keeps people from thousands of miles away. If it is really so easy to get close to, it is not a saint, but a vulgar girl.

Moreover, in the great world of cultivation, there were more saints who had dealt with Brother Yun, and he had long been used to it.

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"But, that's not enough..."

Before he finished speaking, a ball of light suddenly emerged from Ling Yun's hand, instantly illuminating the night sky around the stone table.

Ling Yun took out a night pearl and placed it on the corner of the stone table.

This is not the rhythm of negotiation, it is simply the rhythm of picking up girls!

"Tell me quickly if you have something to say. Let me go if you have farts. You are in the mood to express your feelings here. Auntie, I don't have time to drink wind and dew here with you!"

Who knew that Ye Xingchen didn't even take Ling Yun's trick, and glared at him, destroying most of the atmosphere that Ling Yun worked hard to create.

It is obvious that the Night Pearl, which is shocked by secular women, is actually dull in front of Ye Xingchen.

Although Ling Yun knew that Ye Xingchen, as the Heavenly Saint of the Demon Sect, must not look down on a mere Night Pearl, he was also unhappy that she ruthlessly destroyed the negotiation atmosphere. He couldn't help but turn his head and glar at Ye Xingchen, retorting: "Who said he drinks Feng and Dew?"

While Ye Xingchen had not yet soared, Ling Yun immediately smiled and said, "We have good tea."

After saying that, like a magic trick, a complete set of tea sets, including a tea tray, a teapot and two tea bowls were taken out one by one by Ling Yun from the space ring and placed on the stone table.

"I'm going to make the decision, just drink Dahongpao!"

Ling Yun finally took out a bag of tea, pinched it and threw it into the teapot.

This time it was finally Ye Xingchen's turn to be stunned!

She really never dreamed that there was still a place to store these things in Lingyun’s space ring!

In the middle of the night, two people who didn’t know whether they were enemies or friends were drinking tea in this vast mountainous mountains?!

Even Ye Xingchen, who is knowledgeable, could not imagine such a thing, but was done by this strange guy in front of him!

"This is the rootless water, you have seen it on TV." Ling Yun looked at Ye Xingchen's shocked expression. He smiled in his heart and explained lightly. He casually typed a clear water talisman and filled the teapot with clear water.

Then Ling Yun covered the lid of the pot, held the teapot with his left hand, silently circulating the pure yang true energy, his palms instantly burned extremely hot, and heated the teapot. The tea water gradually heated up, and the water of the pot quickly bubbling, and it looked boiling.

Soon, the fragrance of Dahongpao slowly emerged through the teapot and spread around the two of them. Ling Yun smiled and stared at Ye Xingchen's eyes with a pair of handsome eyes and said, "As for hygiene, you don't have to think about it at all. I just killed someone but I didn't have any blood on my body. You should understand."

Of course Ye Xingchen understood that since she could not wear shoes and run around barefoot without dust, Lingyun could naturally kill people without blood.

"I had a fight for a long time just now, so I should have a dry mouth, right? Let's drink some tea to moisten my throat before talking."

The tea water was boiling and the fragrance was tempting. Ling Yun put down the teapot, his eyes suddenly became extremely serious, and he said softly.

Then he smiled slightly and added as if nothing had happened: "You are the first person in the world who can drink my Lingyun's pot of tea."

Ling Yun's words are absolutely true.

Although he did not express too much on his lips, he was actually grateful to Ye Xingchen for his rescue. This is difficult to change whether the two of them are enemies or friends.

"Tsk, isn't it just a pot of Dahongpao? It's not that I haven't drunk it."

Ye Xingchen was moved, but even she herself didn't know why she said it was still extremely choking.

Ling Yun smiled, a little helpless and a little bad. He suddenly shook his head, moved his mind again, and took out the magic gourd.

He raised his hand to open the lid of the pot, and Lingyun poured some ambergris into the teapot without hesitation.

The fragrance is indescribable, and the irresistible scent overflowed, instantly penetrated the black veil on Ye Xingchen's face and penetrated into her nostrils.

The fragrance penetrated into his nose, and Ye Xingchen immediately felt that his mouth and tongue were saliva. Even with her concentration, he swallowed a mouthful of water.

Ye Xingchen's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed, and his delicate body stood up suddenly, stared at the worn gourd in Ling Yun's hand, and asked in a trembling voice: "This, is this..."

Ling Yun was funny and thought to himself, "Pretty, you keep pretending, why don't you pretend?"

He was so leisurely that he put away his gourd as if nothing had happened, then covered the lid of the pot to pour tea for the night stars.

"Ask so much what to do, just drink some!"

But he said proudly in his heart: "I pretend to be with my brother? You are still a thousand miles away!" (To be continued...)

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