The girl in red curled her lips and smiled, jumped onto the sword in a casual and calm manner, standing behind Yu Chen, and looked at the tall and lofty figure in front of her, "Thank you."

"You and I are master and apprentice, there is no need to thank you."

The immortal stood in front, his voice calm.

His thoughts moved slightly, and the snow instantly rushed straight into the sky, with the sharp sword passing by quickly in the air.

Two figures stood on the sword and quickly disappeared into the air.

In the sky, the wind was rushing, lifting up hair, and the shirts were flying. The man in front of him was floating in white, like a god's residence.

Ranbai suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Yu Chen's snow-white waist seal. A strand of red silk thread quietly erupted out, wrapping around Yu Chen's wrist, setting off his skin as pale as porcelain, and it seemed as if it was abstinent.

Yu Chen obviously noticed Ranbai's movements. He focused on controlling the sword. His cold voice seemed a little blurred in the sky. He broke into the cold wind, and felt a kind of distortion: "What to do."

The sound fell to her ears through the wind. Ranbai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red line was wrapped in her hands. A flash of blood in her pupils, which was very strange and beautiful. She answered casually: "I can't stand firm."

"Isn't this possible, Master." She stood behind him, very close. Because she didn't listen to her words in the sky very seriously, the girl approached Yu Chen's ear intentionally or unintentionally, almost talking with her breath, her tone seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and the meaning was unclear, like a pool of sake.

The immortal king was quiet and did not answer.

"Or am I holding Master?" Ranbai made another suggestion. She was very close to her and could smell the clean and light fragrance of Yu Chen's body. She curled up the corners of her lips slightly, and sprayed the breath on Yu Chen's ears, almost rubbing the tips of his white ears, as if they were vague, "It's OK."

The next second,

Ranbai could feel Xue Ji suddenly pausing in the sky, and then obviously slowed down in the following flow rate.

The unkind voice of the Immortal Lord fell, and there was no warmth in the air: "Let go now."

"Is that bad?" Ranbai smiled and muttered lazily. His voice was blurred in the air, and his long eyelashes half covered the darkness in his eyes, but he still let go of the red silk thread wrapped around Yu Chen's wrist.

Yu Chen did not say anything, but continued to fly with the sword after Ranbai released, and his speed was slower than just a few times.

Under Tianling Mountain,

Taicheng Town.

Unlike the solemnity of Xuanqing Sect, the towns at the foot of the mountain are prosperous and noisy, and the fireworks on earth are warm and engulfed the world.

The immortal king's face was really silly. Although very few people have seen him, once he is recognized, it will cause an unimaginable sensation. So Ranbai deliberately put a white militar on Yu Chen to cover up his appearance.

The town has a ten-mile long street, which is very lively.

The young immortal king had a slender snow-clothed dress, and the white fence fell on his neck, just covering the beautiful color that made people look up. The ink hair was like a waterfall behind him, and his usual coldness and nobleness. His fingers with distinct joints hung beside him, holding a sword, which was incompatible with the prosperous scene in the town. He seemed to be born as a high immortal king, standing on the mountain and looking down at all, spotless, rather than being pulled by the Demon Lord and walking in the world like now.

The demons were happy in red clothes, purely like blood, always cynical and lazy. The peach blossom eyes were as charming as a smile, but they were always cold-eyed and unrestrained.

The two passed through the street, attracting countless attentions.

"Master, which family do you want to go?" Ranbai glanced across the long street and asked casually. She was not asking at first, but after she finished speaking, she naturally reached out and grabbed Yu Chen's cold and thin wrists, and led the people forward quickly, "Forget it, Master, you definitely don't know, I'll take you."

Yu Chen walked slowly, and was suddenly pulled by someone at this moment. He paused for a second, pulled out his hand from the demon cultivator, and let him be cold behind him, "Should you like."

The touch of his subordinate suddenly disappeared, Ranbai lowered his eyes. She glanced deeply at the cold-clad Immortal Lord in white clothes. Her eyes were dark and unclear, but in a flash, she felt like a drunken but not drunkenness, as if it became just an illusion. The Demon Lord chuckled and said yes, then withdrew his eyes, lowered his eyes and walked side by side with Yu Chen.

Yu Chen rarely went down the mountain, let alone stayed in such a noisy place. He suppressed his discomfort, and the remaining touch on his wrist was cold, with a bit of subtlety that could not be explained.

The sudden behavior of the past is not polite and should not become a habit.

The immortal king's eyes were cold and ruthless in his eyes.

Ranbai chose the tavern at the last inn. She took Yu Chen in and picked a quieter place.

"What does Master want to eat?"

"I don't have to eat." Yu Chen sat on the other side, straight and upright.

Ranbai held his chin and asked the waiter for a few light dishes, as well as a jar of peach blossom wine that was the best this season.

The waiter responded diligently. He remembered Ranbai and smiled and said, "I thought the guest officer would not come again."

"Have you... been worshipped in Xuanqing Sect?" he asked tentatively, browsing.

"Yes." The waiter was still the waiter last time. Ranbai leaned over there, glanced at Yu Chen in an unknown way, and then responded.

The waiter smiled and said, "The guest asked me the last time when the Xuanqing Sect worship ceremony was. I thought the guest didn't care much about this matter."

Otherwise, it would be unreasonable to know such an important thing.

"It's okay." Ranbai put his hand on the table casually, which was the unrestrained young man. Her lips were curled up in a specious curve. "I worshiped an immortal king in Xuanqing Sect. She looked good and pleasing to the eye. It's a pity that she is too cold and can't get close to."

Ranbai looked at Yu Chen and said that the immortal king's eyebrows and eyes were covered by Mi Li, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he was always indifferent.

"Congratulations to the guest officer!" The waiter said, "It is a great thing to be able to worship the Immortal Lord, and it's nothing to be strict."

Ranbai responded with a dragging voice, meaningful.

The waiter probably never dreamed that the immortal king he mentioned was actually the one whom the world admired and worshipped like a god, and he would never think about the immortal king he had always respected was right in front of him. The waiter thought that it was a fairy friend, so he didn't think much about it and turned around to work.

The waiter quickly brought the food and said enthusiastically to Ran Bai: "This wine is a good wine. The peach blossom wine in our inn is famous in the whole town. The guest will definitely not forget it after drinking it."

Ranbai didn't say anything, but poured a glass of wine slowly, and the smell of peach blossom wine filled the air.

She looked at the dishes in front of her, and thought of the fish that was roasted into black charcoal by herself. She was strangely silent for a second, "Master really doesn't eat it?"

Yu Chen's voice quality is slightly cold: "No need to worry about me."

"I'm eating here and Master can only watch there. I'm very embarrassed." Ranbai said, but his tone was light and he couldn't tell at all that he was embarrassed.
Chapter completed!