In the entire chamber, there was a silence and silence enveloped the entire audience.
After a while, someone slowly spoke: I have seen the photo, the sword God's sword is already very strong.
But Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the Sword God!
A young Supreme Elder looked around and said: Pei Ling is a master of swordsmanship, and his magic power has become a climate.
This battle with the Sword God revealed its foundation. The magical powers he had originally used were all below his sword skills. This is the root of it, a sword demon!
The others nodded, and a middle-aged Supreme Elder said in a deep voice: What Pei Ling wants to challenge next must be the mountain master.
Four of my five sects of righteous path have been defeated by them.
The mountain master’s battle... he must not be defeated again!
The youngest elder frowned and said: The battle between Sword God and Pei Ling was ahead of schedule. The mountain master is still in seclusion, but he doesn't know if it's time to go...
Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in cloth and woolen shoes immediately said: This is my last battle on the right path, so you must not go into battle hastily.
If Pei Ling comes too fast, let him wait a few more days.
The middle-aged Supreme Elder nodded slightly: After Pei Ling enters my Jiuyi Mountain realm, he needs a good hospitality.
He can wait for more days, but I cannot lose my righteous etiquette.
When everyone heard this, they nodded and said yes.
Then, a female supreme elder sighed slightly: There is only so much we can do now.
Next, wait for the mountain master to come out of seclusion.
Everyone was silent for a moment, all speechless, and soon dispersed silently...
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
I admire the peak.
This is a mountain with red leaves and a particularly conspicuous mountain between the mountains and the mountains.
The clouds are flowing on the top of the peak, the waterfalls are drooping in the sky, the auspicious beasts and birds are wandering freely, and the wildness is full of interest, and the cold sword light is coming and going.
The top of the mountain.
Under several ancient pine trees that only a few people could embrace each other, a thatched hut that had been built for many years, with a thick thatched roof and a moss-filled ground in front of the house, covered with green and yellow pine needles.
The unique fragrance of pine wood is mixed with the bitter cold, slowly dissipating, clear and sweet, like a long-lasting aging.
At this moment, in the thatched hut, the curtains were half rolled up and the half-open window frames reflected a slender and thin figure.
The green hair is tied high, the wooden hairpin is inserted in obliquely, the white robe is green and white, and the plain skirt is more elegant, like the face of the first snow, without red powder, but the eyebrows are like ink, and the eyes are like lacquer. It looks bright and bright, as if a snow lotus blooms for a long time in the long world.
The female cultivator's aura was clear and cold, and it was integrated with the turbulent wind, ancient pine, and thatched hut on the top of the mountain, like a fairy exiled to the hollow mountain, without any trace of fireworks.
At this moment, he was holding a flying sword as clear as water in his hand, but he was stunned.
This is the natal sword of senior brother Wei Duanju, the Guimeng Sword!
Senior Brother Wei left Hanan Sword Sect for a long time ago. Over the years, she still clearly remembers every word the other party said to her.
Time passes, and the years pass by, and many people and things have been erased.
But the little things I got along with my senior brother back then were not only not fading away, but instead became more and more profound and distinctive as I recalled it over and over again...
The dreams of the far away books are long, and only the empty bed is against the simple autumn.Moss and mangroves under the steps, and sadness in the rain and the moon... This poem is the source of the senior brother's name.Note
That year, the senior brother climbed Qijian Mountain and was recognized by Feijian. All his classmates congratulated him. In the mood, she took the initiative to name Feijian with her fashionable and chaotic feelings.
Senior Brother Wei didn't care about such things, and felt that the word "Gui Meng" was acceptable, so this natal sword that accompanied the senior brother's life and death was called Gui Meng Jian from then on.
It is precisely because of this incident that Yan Sichun always feels that the senior brother may not be ruthless to him...
He just wanted to pursue the great way more. He might not have seen his heart clearly, or he simply did not understand the charm... In short, the monk has been around for a long time, and she has a lot of time to wait and wait...
But who would have thought that after so long, after such a long time, after the change of things and things, the long wait, but what is waiting for is the other party’s sword...
Returning to dreams, return to dreams... What I return to is actually just an illusory dream...
The wind was bitter, the pine needles fell like a sudden rain, and thousands of green silks crossed the window frames, and the rustling sound of beating the roof was extremely familiar, like those rainy nights that had passed by together many years ago, and it was like the downpour of the sky after he left, and the wind coming from somewhere was sobbing and sobbing, the light green blood vessels reflected the white back of the hand, Yan Sichun gently stroked the body of Guimeng Jian, his eyes were dazed.
The light of the flying sword is still alive, and its spirituality has not dissipated. However, the sword spirit has been seriously eroded by the dead energy of Yousu Tomb. If you want to awaken its spiritual wisdom, it must be carefully cultivated for a considerable period of time.
However, this is Senior Brother Wei’s sword. No matter what, she must restore it to its original state!
Just as I was thinking, a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the hut.
Soon, a female cultivator dressed in gorgeous clothes and golden rings walked in. Her bright eyes were bright like stars, her sword intent was lingering, and her steps were agile. Seeing Yan Sichun, she immediately saluted respectfully and said: Master, Supreme Taishang Qi, the Supreme Elder of Su Zhentian, came here, and the Tao brought the news of the battle between the sect leader and the demon cultivator Pei Ling...
Listening to the disciple's words, Yan Sichun came to her senses. She put away the flying sword, looked at the successor in front of her and asked: The sect leader is defeated, right?
The female cultivator was stunned. Did the master already know?
After a brief surprise, he quickly came to his senses and immediately replied: Yes...
Elder Qi also said that the sect leader is now healing his wounds in the Five Color Valley, and the queen of the Ryukeng Dynasty is beside him to protect the Dharma.
Yan Sichun nodded slightly. If the sect leader wins, he will return to the sect by himself, so there is no need for Su Zhentian people to come to Han'an Sword Sect to report the news.
In the current situation, the sect leader must have been defeated, and the sect leader’s injuries must be quite serious!
Thinking of this, she said slowly: I understand, go and practice.
The female cultivator immediately replied: Yes!
Immediately bowed and retreated.
As the ancient pines sway and the coldness spread, Yan Sichun slowly stood up, and the leader of the Hanan Sword Sect was seriously injured. In case of precaution, she had to go to protect the Dharma.
Although there is already a queen of the Ryukeng Dynasty in the Five Color Valley, since the Sword Sect knows this, as the Supreme Elder, she cannot be without any action.
In addition, where did Senior Brother Wei get his sword? She also wants to ask the sect leader...
As his thoughts turned, Yan Sichun instantly turned into a sword light, instantly piercing through the rain curtain of thousands of pine needles, swept across the sky, and escaped from the Hanan Sword Sect.
Note: Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty] "Duanju".
After a while, someone slowly spoke: I have seen the photo, the sword God's sword is already very strong.
But Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the Sword God!
A young Supreme Elder looked around and said: Pei Ling is a master of swordsmanship, and his magic power has become a climate.
This battle with the Sword God revealed its foundation. The magical powers he had originally used were all below his sword skills. This is the root of it, a sword demon!
The others nodded, and a middle-aged Supreme Elder said in a deep voice: What Pei Ling wants to challenge next must be the mountain master.
Four of my five sects of righteous path have been defeated by them.
The mountain master’s battle... he must not be defeated again!
The youngest elder frowned and said: The battle between Sword God and Pei Ling was ahead of schedule. The mountain master is still in seclusion, but he doesn't know if it's time to go...
Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in cloth and woolen shoes immediately said: This is my last battle on the right path, so you must not go into battle hastily.
If Pei Ling comes too fast, let him wait a few more days.
The middle-aged Supreme Elder nodded slightly: After Pei Ling enters my Jiuyi Mountain realm, he needs a good hospitality.
He can wait for more days, but I cannot lose my righteous etiquette.
When everyone heard this, they nodded and said yes.
Then, a female supreme elder sighed slightly: There is only so much we can do now.
Next, wait for the mountain master to come out of seclusion.
Everyone was silent for a moment, all speechless, and soon dispersed silently...
********************
Han An Sword Sect.
I admire the peak.
This is a mountain with red leaves and a particularly conspicuous mountain between the mountains and the mountains.
The clouds are flowing on the top of the peak, the waterfalls are drooping in the sky, the auspicious beasts and birds are wandering freely, and the wildness is full of interest, and the cold sword light is coming and going.
The top of the mountain.
Under several ancient pine trees that only a few people could embrace each other, a thatched hut that had been built for many years, with a thick thatched roof and a moss-filled ground in front of the house, covered with green and yellow pine needles.
The unique fragrance of pine wood is mixed with the bitter cold, slowly dissipating, clear and sweet, like a long-lasting aging.
At this moment, in the thatched hut, the curtains were half rolled up and the half-open window frames reflected a slender and thin figure.
The green hair is tied high, the wooden hairpin is inserted in obliquely, the white robe is green and white, and the plain skirt is more elegant, like the face of the first snow, without red powder, but the eyebrows are like ink, and the eyes are like lacquer. It looks bright and bright, as if a snow lotus blooms for a long time in the long world.
The female cultivator's aura was clear and cold, and it was integrated with the turbulent wind, ancient pine, and thatched hut on the top of the mountain, like a fairy exiled to the hollow mountain, without any trace of fireworks.
At this moment, he was holding a flying sword as clear as water in his hand, but he was stunned.
This is the natal sword of senior brother Wei Duanju, the Guimeng Sword!
Senior Brother Wei left Hanan Sword Sect for a long time ago. Over the years, she still clearly remembers every word the other party said to her.
Time passes, and the years pass by, and many people and things have been erased.
But the little things I got along with my senior brother back then were not only not fading away, but instead became more and more profound and distinctive as I recalled it over and over again...
The dreams of the far away books are long, and only the empty bed is against the simple autumn.Moss and mangroves under the steps, and sadness in the rain and the moon... This poem is the source of the senior brother's name.Note
That year, the senior brother climbed Qijian Mountain and was recognized by Feijian. All his classmates congratulated him. In the mood, she took the initiative to name Feijian with her fashionable and chaotic feelings.
Senior Brother Wei didn't care about such things, and felt that the word "Gui Meng" was acceptable, so this natal sword that accompanied the senior brother's life and death was called Gui Meng Jian from then on.
It is precisely because of this incident that Yan Sichun always feels that the senior brother may not be ruthless to him...
He just wanted to pursue the great way more. He might not have seen his heart clearly, or he simply did not understand the charm... In short, the monk has been around for a long time, and she has a lot of time to wait and wait...
But who would have thought that after so long, after such a long time, after the change of things and things, the long wait, but what is waiting for is the other party’s sword...
Returning to dreams, return to dreams... What I return to is actually just an illusory dream...
The wind was bitter, the pine needles fell like a sudden rain, and thousands of green silks crossed the window frames, and the rustling sound of beating the roof was extremely familiar, like those rainy nights that had passed by together many years ago, and it was like the downpour of the sky after he left, and the wind coming from somewhere was sobbing and sobbing, the light green blood vessels reflected the white back of the hand, Yan Sichun gently stroked the body of Guimeng Jian, his eyes were dazed.
The light of the flying sword is still alive, and its spirituality has not dissipated. However, the sword spirit has been seriously eroded by the dead energy of Yousu Tomb. If you want to awaken its spiritual wisdom, it must be carefully cultivated for a considerable period of time.
However, this is Senior Brother Wei’s sword. No matter what, she must restore it to its original state!
Just as I was thinking, a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the hut.
Soon, a female cultivator dressed in gorgeous clothes and golden rings walked in. Her bright eyes were bright like stars, her sword intent was lingering, and her steps were agile. Seeing Yan Sichun, she immediately saluted respectfully and said: Master, Supreme Taishang Qi, the Supreme Elder of Su Zhentian, came here, and the Tao brought the news of the battle between the sect leader and the demon cultivator Pei Ling...
Listening to the disciple's words, Yan Sichun came to her senses. She put away the flying sword, looked at the successor in front of her and asked: The sect leader is defeated, right?
The female cultivator was stunned. Did the master already know?
After a brief surprise, he quickly came to his senses and immediately replied: Yes...
Elder Qi also said that the sect leader is now healing his wounds in the Five Color Valley, and the queen of the Ryukeng Dynasty is beside him to protect the Dharma.
Yan Sichun nodded slightly. If the sect leader wins, he will return to the sect by himself, so there is no need for Su Zhentian people to come to Han'an Sword Sect to report the news.
In the current situation, the sect leader must have been defeated, and the sect leader’s injuries must be quite serious!
Thinking of this, she said slowly: I understand, go and practice.
The female cultivator immediately replied: Yes!
Immediately bowed and retreated.
As the ancient pines sway and the coldness spread, Yan Sichun slowly stood up, and the leader of the Hanan Sword Sect was seriously injured. In case of precaution, she had to go to protect the Dharma.
Although there is already a queen of the Ryukeng Dynasty in the Five Color Valley, since the Sword Sect knows this, as the Supreme Elder, she cannot be without any action.
In addition, where did Senior Brother Wei get his sword? She also wants to ask the sect leader...
As his thoughts turned, Yan Sichun instantly turned into a sword light, instantly piercing through the rain curtain of thousands of pine needles, swept across the sky, and escaped from the Hanan Sword Sect.
Note: Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty] "Duanju".
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