Chapter 224: The Moon Reflects in the Cold Pond, and a Dragon Appears in the Scaled Abyss

It will take some time for Luofu to rebuild after the disaster, and Jizi also agreed that after such a big incident, all members of the train crew should have a good rest for a while, so she generously said that Sanyueqi and the others could have a good time on Luofu for a while...

This made Sanyueqi and Xing very happy, and one of them kept saying, "Finally, we can search Luofu's express boxes..."

The other one went straight to the snack street in Changletian, shouting that he would check in at every snack shop in Jinren Lane of Changletian within seven days. He ran out with his camera.

Dan Heng, as he had some unfinished business in Luofu after releasing the power of Dragon Lord from his previous life, left alone with his head down, which really fits his nickname of "The Dumb Guy".

Yao Luo, on the other hand, lives a very comfortable life. He brews a pot of good tea, orders a steaming steamed dumpling, and takes a bite, feeling the rich and fragrant juice bursting in his mouth. He sits on a bamboo bench at a street stall, watching people coming and going, sipping tea and eating snacks. It is so comfortable...

Except for this guy in front of me...

"Teacher, teacher, show Yanqing that sword again! Just once! Really, I promise!"

Looking at the young man sitting opposite him, with genuine admiration in his eyes, Yao Luo felt too embarrassed to refuse.

I don't know what kind of magic potion Jing Yuan gave to this kid, saying that he wanted Yao Luo to take care of this kid more. Then Yan Qing seemed to have changed into a different person. He followed Yao Luo all day long, calling him "teacher" all the time. He was well-behaved and obedient, and he also consciously covered all the expenses for Yao Luo's daily travel and entertainment.

"Yanqing, we just finished the competition and you called the teacher. This really makes it difficult for me..."

Yao Luo shook his head, with a hint of joking in his words.

"Teacher, what are you talking about? There is an old saying on Xianzhou that goes, 'When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher.' Before Yanqing learned swordsmanship, he had many other teachers!"

Yan Qing followed Yao Luo, shaking his head, and spoke with a bit of youthful heroism. He knew how to please people, but also knew how to keep a sense of propriety so as not to annoy people. It was really hard for people to feel disgusted with him.

And it all started from that day...

In a vast open space outside the Linyuan Territory, the two stood opposite each other.

"Yao Luo, I finally found an opportunity to compete with you. After our separation at the general's residence, Yan Qing has grown a lot..."

Yan Qing stood aside, holding a three-foot-long sword in his hand. The swords all around him hummed, and the sound of the swords was clear and melodious, like an elegant piece of music.

Looking at the young man with confidence on his face, Yao Luo chuckled, stood with his hands behind his back, as steady as a rock.

"It's great to be young. Confidence is always like the sunshine in the morning dew..."

"Then let me play with you..."

With a slight handshake gesture, a clear and bright sword appeared in Yao Luo's hand. The sword reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, as if a ray of light that was about to fall into the abyss was caught by Yao Luo with ease.

The moment the sword appeared, the air around him suddenly became thinner, his hair stood on end, and a familiar feeling surged into Yan Qing's heart. It was both desolate and cold, yet like the gentle moonlight caressing his face. Under the calm sword intent, there was a surging murderous intent.

"This feeling, isn't it?"

Fear reminded Yan Qing of a white-haired female swordsman whom he met by chance when he was chasing the criminal who escaped from the prison.

With white hair, blindfold, a beautiful face, and incredible sword skills, Yan Qing felt defeated for the first time in his life.

Rather than a competition, no, it can't even be called a competition, it should be called a trial.

A single sword came down from the sky, and Yan Qing almost lost the courage to hold the sword. After surviving by chance, Yan Qing devoted himself to studying and learned a lot from it.

But the figure of someone embracing the moon in the sky, holding a ray of moonlight in his hand, and swinging his sword to create a river has always been unforgettable to Yan Qing.

The sword intent emanating from Yao Luo now cannot be said to be exactly the same, but it can only be said to be almost the same.

"Believe in yourself, Yanqing, you can do it!"

With this hint in mind, Yan Qing's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he held it tighter as he turned.

Yao Luo on the opposite side secretly praised him. He could see that when he was fighting Dan Heng and Ren alone, the sword intent emanating from him was undoubtedly the same as that of Jing Liu, the swordsmanship master he met that night.

Although it is unknown how long he has been learning, unlike Yao Luo who directly copied his destiny using his memory, Yan Qing truly integrated this sword intent into his own swordsmanship and digested it completely to make it his own, which shows how talented he is.

“I’m coming…”

After the reminder, Yao Luo gently waved his right hand, and a few wisps of sword energy like the full moon floated in the wind, covering Yan Qing in groups of three or five, and the sharpness was breathtaking.

The sword blade seems lonely, thin and weak, as if it will break at the touch, but only Yanqing knows the mystery, and the teachings of Master Jingyuan echo in his ears.

Using a sword is like controlling water. First, store the water in the deep, then open the gate and let it flow into the canal, so that...

"Ping!"

Yan Qing drew his sword to catch it. The seemingly simple sword arc contained layers of power, like a raging wave. If one was not careful, the defense line would be broken and he would be beheaded with one sword.

The six flying swords behind him alternately shared the power, neutralizing the sword, so Yan Qing hardly had to spend much effort. Facing the same move, Yan Qing was about to show joy, but a sharp edge almost passed through his cheek.

"Be careful!"

As a reminder, Yao Luo had already advanced on Yan Qing while he was blocking his moves. It seemed like an ordinary swing, but it forced Yan Qing to use multiple flying swords to defend himself.

Surprisingly, when Yan Qing was trying to resolve the attack, he remained calm and took the opportunity to counterattack. Unfortunately, his counterattack could only hit empty space.

Thanks to his extraordinary reflexes, Yan Qing's sword seemed to be in slow motion in Yao Luo's eyes. There was no such dizzying feeling as when he was fighting Jing Liu.

Recalling that woman, Yao Luo couldn't help but sigh that if Jing Liu could possess the power of a Star God Envoy, his fighting strength would probably not be inferior to Fen Feng who had fought with him before.

It can even be said that in terms of martial arts alone, Jingliu's "martial arts" are even better than his and Fenfeng's.

"Sir Yao Luo, you were distracted during the battle, but you underestimated Yan Qing!"

In a trance, Yan Qing's angry voice came along with his sword. Each of the six flying swords carried the sword intent of the great river of Hanchuan Yingyue.

It was like six sword masters attacking Yao Luo together, making it overwhelming.

"Hehe, little brother Yanqing, I'm not distracted, I'm giving you a chance..."

Yao Luo chuckled, without moving his lower body, and just waving his arms and simply turning sideways, he was able to block every sword attack calmly, like an impenetrable wall.

Immediately afterwards, Yao Luo leaped high like a stretched eagle, and his sword intent also reached its peak.

"The sword is like the music of a zither, it is continuous and never ends..."

Looking at this familiar sword, Yan Qing will of course not be afraid anymore. Whatever cannot kill him will make him stronger.

"Wan Jiantian is coming!"

He raised his arm high, and the sharp sword energy turned into a rushing river. Carrying the young man's courage, a sword of sunrise over the sea came from bottom to top and collided with Yao Luo.

Yao Luo also had a satisfied expression on his face. He swung the ice sword in his hand under the setting sun, illuminating the entire river!
Perhaps the sword Yao Luo used was not as exquisite as his own, or perhaps Yan Qing had really grown again. When this sword collided, although it shattered Yan Qing's sword as easily as before, the new sword energy was continuous, and even had a hint of counterattack.

The sword finally ended as the dust fell to the ground and the abyss disappeared.

But in the ruins, Yan Qing's figure still stood tall. Even though he looked a little disheveled, the light in his eyes was brighter than the setting sunset.

He took the sword.

From then on, Yao Luo had a little fanboy around him and a guy who called him "teacher".

After eating and drinking, Yao Luo and Yan Qing strolled on the streets of Luofu. With a local leading the way, Yao Luo found it much more convenient.

Suddenly, a unique figure stood on the side of the road, waving at Yao Luo with a friendly smile.

"Mr. Yao Luo, could you please have some time to talk to me? It won't take up much of your time..."

The glittering badge under his collar is the mark of the most famous galactic monopoly economy in this galaxy - the "Interstellar Peace Corporation".

"People from the company? What are you doing?"

Yan Qing stood in front of Yao Luo with a vigilant look, but was stopped by Yao Luo with his hand.

"You've been following me for a whole day, and you finally come to talk to me?"

Yao Luo's eyes were extremely sharp as he stared straight at the guy in front of him. Invisible pressure instantly covered the person in front of him.

However, this agent from the Interstellar Peace Company, who was dressed in trendy clothes and had a friendly smile, had a relaxed expression on his face, as if he didn't feel anything unusual.

After a short stand, Yao Luo gave Yan Qing a look and said:

"Yanqing, let's stop here for today. You go back to the general's mansion first..."

"But teacher, you..."

There was worry in Yan Qing's eyes. He knew that this huge company with a reputation throughout the universe was not so easy to deal with.

Yao Luo touched Yan Qing's hair. The golden hair was as soft as silk and felt very good to the touch.

"Don't worry, I won't be delayed too long..."

(End of this chapter)