Chapter Seven, "Green Lotus as Bone, Lotus Leaf as Clothes" (7).

Without a physical body, just a few broken lotus stems and leaves, it would be good enough to hold up the body. Where is the heart coming from, and how could there be a feeling of pain in the chest?

The setting sun and the solitary wild goose fly together, the autumn water shares the same color as the sky...

Kunlun Mountain, Solitary Swan Peak.

It must be just another fleeting illusion.

The rare understanding of the White Wolf, who is asking the master: "Aidong Xianzun, why would you want to marry Miss Ye to that Ning Gongzi? I see him as pretentious, affected, and boring, even more vulgar. Even the divine beast, which was originally fine, has become a sneaky and strange monster in his hands. It is evident that he is not a good person."

As a person with a wandering and fickle nature like a waterweed, I can diligently practice swordsmanship for two hundred years without interruption. My master attributes it to talent, while I attribute it to Jingyu.

Master then looked at me and said, "What do you think?"

The talk of swordsmen cultivating immortality having demonic energy doesn't sound like a serious conversation...

The master became depressed again, "Oh, why do I feel that his character is good, his cultivation is excellent, and he can be regarded as a model among the young sword immortals this year?"

According to many junior disciples who entered later, the sword dance performed by Senior Brother Jing Yu and Senior Sister Ye Ling is the most beautiful scenery in Kunlun Mountains in the past two hundred years.

A sudden pain in the heart.

Look at this Autumn Water Sword, it's lost and disoriented. If one day it causes me to become the first sword immortal of Kunlun Mountain to die from falling while flying a sword, I will truly be laughed at...

I quietly kicked the white wolf with the tip of my foot.

White wolf glanced at me, and immediately lay down his sword and vomited wildly, vomit, vomit...

I am very afraid of falling from the clouds again, looking at my bald-headed master, and holding back the urge to vomit.

Upon second thought, among the eight immortal elders of Kunlun Mountain, I, as the sixth in seniority, have the fewest disciples, yet I treat them the best. It's one thing if he has some ideas, but if the elders start discussing and decide to marry me off to Ning Feng, who is the second senior brother of the sect leader, Guanghao Immortal, or to Wenyu Immortal, the fifth senior brother, I don't have the ability to resist. I might end up hurting my fellow disciples and fleeing in panic at the wave of a hand.

I give a thumbs-up to Bai Lang and say, "I agree! That young man looks suspicious... Oh no, he doesn't look like a decent person at first sight."

And in my eyes, there is only Jingyu, a scenery.

Think about it, this person is really unscrupulous. They have even replaced the most fierce weapons with the Soul-Eating Golden Bow. Why bother taking away the Changtian Sword?

His appearance is more beautiful and moving than autumn water or the vast sky. When he dances with the Changtian sword, I can't help but draw my Autumn Water sword to follow along.

The white wolf's heart couldn't bear it anymore, and fake vomiting turned into real vomiting.

The master fell silent, then with a heavy heart and deep self-blame, said, "It's the master's fault! The only disciple has actually been taught in such a way that right and wrong are unclear, and good and bad are not distinguished! It's in vain that I am well-versed, exceptionally talented, unparalleled in skills, and exceptionally wise..."

And also the jade pendant that I have been wearing since I was a child, I really shouldn't have given it to him. I even wanted to engrave my own name on it at that time, but it's a pity that I spent two hundred years of effort, pierced my own fingers, and still couldn't engrave the characters on it.

I said, "Master, do you have a grudge against White Wolf? Look at what you just said, it's disgusting!"

Perhaps such an outcome was destined from that moment.

Every sunrise and sunset, the red clouds shine on the maple trees, and the fragrance of orchids and musk intoxicate people. Holding hands, we watch the autumn water and stand side by side to gaze at the vast sky.