On the other side, after encountering the unruly Confucian in white, Xuanyue returned to Qionghua with sword light all the way. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Time passed day by day, and another year passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, with the help of the Water Spirit Bead, Xuan Xiao began to be able to slowly suppress his own demons. The heart demon that originally attacked once a month has now been extended to once every six months, and it is no longer as murderous and crazy as it was at the beginning, but within a day after resisting the heart demon, it is still impossible to use a body of cultivation.

But even this result made the sect elders breathe a sigh of relief, and their hearts slowly relaxed. After all, since it can be suppressed slowly, it is only a matter of time before it is truly resolved.

All of a sudden, the Qionghua faction had begun to slowly recover from the trauma suffered from the last battle with the demon world, and under the recuperation of Qionghua's cultivation.

And Xuan Yue, because of Xuan Xiao's problems in the past year, has been alleviated a lot, and he has also freed up a lot of time for cultivation, and on the basis of a slight breakthrough in his state of mind, his cultivation has gone further.

On this day, he received a request from Elder Sect Lian.

"Ziying, come and see your uncle. ”

With a peaceful smile on his face, Zong Lian held a thin boy of three or four years old in his hand. The boy's face was slightly pale and his constitution was relatively weak, which seemed to be due to congenital causes.

However, in his eyes, Xuan Yue did not see the slightest cowardice and inferiority, but was firm and unyielding.

"Disciple Murong Ziying, I have seen the head of the uncle. ”

The boy bowed, his voice slightly hoarse, but the etiquette was so perfect that it was impossible to fault the slightest.

Xuan Yue nodded, very satisfied with this young new disciple.

Zong Lian smiled when he saw this, and there was also a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Although Ziying is young at this time, he has shown a high cultivation talent, and what surprises me the most is that his sword-forging talent is not inferior to you at the beginning. I have already accepted him as a disciple in the name of my master, but I, Qionghua, have always been exclusive in swordsmanship, and in terms of swordsmanship, there is no one in Qionghua today who can compare to you. ”

Zong Lian patted Murong Ziying's little head, but his eyes were looking at Xuan Yue, and the meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Xuan Yue felt the aura of Elder Sect Lian's weakening condition, and knew in his heart that this might be the last request he made to him.

He nodded and agreed.

"Elder rest assured, Ziying's cultivation Xuanyue will definitely be personally responsible, and he will definitely teach him and lead him to the right path. ”

Zong Lian saw that the purpose of his trip had been achieved, and after saying some words to Murong Ziying, he turned around and left.

Although Murong Ziying, who was still young, had reluctance in her eyes, it was obvious that she had been told the reason before, so she didn't react very excitedly, but her eyes kept watching the direction of Zong Lian's departure until the other party disappeared.

And Xuan Yue on the side saw his reaction, and his serious appreciation was even stronger, the higher the quality of the new generation of disciples, it also means that the stronger Qionghua's strength will be in the future, and the more relaxed he will feel when he shoulders the mission of Qionghua's head.

Most of the disciples of the previous generation were still in the process of cultivating and recovering because of the incident three years ago, and at this time, introducing fresh blood to the sect was really a major matter that must be taken seriously.

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he recalled the various experiences he had encountered in Shuzhong before, and suddenly gave birth to a wonderful attention.

"Ziying. ”

Murong Ziying heard the voice of the head behind her, and immediately turned around, ready to salute again, but was stunned by the next action of the head of the house.

"I've got something good here, would you like some?"

I saw Xuan Yue holding a strangely shaped wine gourd in her hand, squinting her eyes, and her face was full of smiles.

......

Half a year later, the sword-wielding elder Zong Lian was seriously injured and difficult to treat, and passed away, and Qionghua was grieving. The two elders of Chongguang and Qingyang asked to retire, and the head of the family agreed.

All of a sudden, the four most outstanding disciples of the twenty-fourth generation of the Qionghua Sword Sect, the former head of the Taiqing Sect, became immortals and flew to the heavenly realm; the sword-wielding elder Zong Lian died of serious injuries and passed away; Qingyang and Chongguang retired one after another.

The entire Qionghua has officially entered a new era headed by the head Xuanyue.

On the same day, in Kunlun Qionghua Palace, Xuanyue received a special flying sword handbook.

And the reason why it is special is because of the flying sword that passed on the book.

'Han Ling?'

Xuan Yue took the green fairy sword in his hand, and recognized at a glance the superb fairy sword that he had forged by himself, and the word 'green' engraved on the hilt of the sword showed the origin of the fairy sword.

Xuanyue's heart sank, and she immediately opened the letter, and then the next moment, ignoring the surprised gaze of Murong Ziying next to her, her face changed, and she instantly turned into a green rainbow and broke through the air.

"Boss?"

The young Murong Ziying's face was full of surprise, he had been in the sect for nearly a year, although this head uncle had a slightly peculiar personality, but his strong cultivation and attitude of not being surprised left a deep impression on him, but it was the first time he had seen such a reaction.

The cyan rainbow pierced the sky, and under Xuanyue's deliberate acceleration, it took the least time to feel his destination.

Jiangling, Jingzhou, the entrance of Yandi Shennong Cave.

'Brush'

According to the guidance of the fairy sword, the cyan sword light fell and landed at the entrance of a huge cave, revealing Xuan Yue's grim face.

"How so!"

As soon as she appeared, Xuan Yue's face immediately changed greatly.

Because in front of him, the position where the 'Han Ling' Immortal Sword was guided to fall was now lying with two corpses, a man and a woman.

"Tianqing!

He rushed over, only to find that the bodies of the two men still had a faint aura, but no matter what he did, he couldn't wake them up.

"Soul Arrest?"

His face changed, and he thought of the worst-case scenario.

In the flying sword handbook just now, it was the distress message that Yun Tian sent to him.

The tone in it was very urgent, and the approximate meaning was that the black and white impermanence of the ghost world suddenly appeared, informing Shuyu that the original yang life was exhausted and was not allowed to exist in the yang world, and Yun Tianqing argued unsuccessfully, so he could only fight with them.

However, Yun Tianqing and Shuyu, one of them was still deeply affected by Wangshu's cold qi, and the other was also deeply affected, and suddenly they couldn't compete with them at all, so they could only ask him for help with the fairy sword.

And Xuan Yue had already rushed to the news when she received the message, but she was still a step too slow.

"The Ghost Realm?"

The right hand was clenched, and the sudden flames burned the letter in his hand, and the Xuanyue tooth was clenched, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Turning around, the blue light turned into a rainbow and broke through the sky, and the direction was Buzhou Mountain.