Chapter 20: Cultivation of Immortality and Invincibility (20)
He has rolled around in the courtyard.
"There is no one in the yard, so the master may not be here."
Zhou Ye ignored it and walked straight to the towering tree, looking up.
White clouds surround the tree crown, giving it a faint fairyland feel.
Lowering his head, there was a lounge chair under the tree. It was made of vines. The armrests on both sides of the chair had been polished extremely smooth and glowed with a shiny copper color.
Zhou Ye stepped forward and sat down unceremoniously under the couch, with his legs raised and resting on the gnarled base of the giant tree.
After a slight sway, the breeze surrounded me, my mind was clear, and I felt very comfortable.
"This master knows how to enjoy it, and look at this tree, it is at least a hundred thousand years old."
Aowu muttered on the side, Zhou Ye looked up, opened his eyes, and looked at the tree crown that reached into the sky. Among the intertwined branches, there was a faint white figure sitting cross-legged on it.
After being discovered, the figure immediately turned over and fell. Looking up, it looked like a dancing white crane, ethereal in the sky.
The white shadow stopped on the tree trunk above Zhou Ye's head. When it got closer, its true face was revealed.
His hair is covered with silver threads, but he has a youthful appearance.
Even the two long, pale eyebrows are white.
He looked down at Zhou Ye, with a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, as ethereal as mist, and the ends of his eyes were like smoke.
Zhou Ye also looked at him and blinked silently.
The other party also blinked, his long snow-colored eyelashes flickering, like an immortal in a world of ice and snow.
Although the original master was his inner disciple, he had never seen the true face of his master.
Strictly speaking, there are only a few people in the world who have seen the Master's face. Whenever he appears, he will use a blindfold to prevent others from seeing his appearance clearly.
Zhou Ye had never seen him before, but judging from his distinctive silver hair, this was the master she planned to split in two.
"He is so beautiful."
Aowu, as a beast, couldn't help but praise him.
The whole bead gradually becomes hotter, and the more you look at it, the higher it looks, clean and dusty, as misty as smoke.
Zhou Ye squeezed hard with two fingers, and then screamed and complained loudly.
"Why are you pinching me!" Zhou Yeli ignored him, sat up, and waved to the beautiful master sitting on the tree.
"You, come down."
The master actually obeyed and floated down, standing under the giant tree. He was dressed in plain clothes as white as jade, with silver hair flying in the wind on his forehead. He was thin and tall.
He had no aura at all, and his eyes were gentle and soft when he looked at people.
Zhou Ye felt depressed for a while.
She raised the big sword, the blade vibrated and made a clear sound, and pointed it at the master.
"Have a fight."
The other party quietly looked at the big knife in Zhou Ye's hand, then shook his head and said.
"I am weak and do not want to fight with you."
Zhou Ye had a pale face, and his dark eyes concealed a hint of restlessness and impatience.
"What do you mean? Retreat to advance?"
Aowu quickly explained on the side.
"I think he knows he can't beat you and is really surrendering."
Zhou Ye stepped forward and put the sword directly on his neck.
"If you don't fight, then you will die."
Shit Master, surrender without fighting.
Just as he was about to use the knife, the figure standing in front of him suddenly flickered and disappeared.
The next second, that clear, watery voice sounded from behind.
"You want to destroy my sect, I just trapped you and didn't hurt you."
Zhou Ye turned his face and stared at him.
There was no malice on the other side, and there was no evil spirit that would contaminate human life.
(End of chapter)