Heavy rains hit the wasteland.

Perhaps because the road is so barren and untraveled, that the bleak spring raindrops that should be endless fall on the wasteland, and there is a feeling of a waterfall.

The raindrops were like beans, even if Luo Changfeng and Huang Fuyi stood motionless next to the carriage, the trouser legs and boot tops were also graded with a lot of sludge.

At this time, the academy brothers obviously didn't have any intention to notice this, after all, they were confronting a saint, one of the few saints in heaven and earth.

"Do you have time for me to talk about this bad old way?"

He stood in the heavy rain, but the countless raindrops and even the rain lines that fell into the wasteland could not get close to the remnants that looked so weathered by the years. The one-armed Liluo standing beside him and the red-haired Liu Yaotian with the sword on his back are the same.

Luo Changfeng next to the carriage glanced at the senior brother beside him, Huang Fuyi, who didn't see the rain curtain and only listened to the sound of the rain, had a tacit understanding with Luo Changfeng, and after feeling Luo Changfeng's inquiring gaze, Huang Fuyi nodded slightly.

For them, even if Yi Xingchuan opened his mouth and asked the two of them to offer their heads with their own hands, I am afraid they would not be able to resist.

It's not cowardice, in front of the saints, ten days of manifestation will be overshadowed, they have no choice!

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The undriven carriage made a U-turn in the heavy rain.

The red-haired Liu Yaotian sat cross-legged in front of the carriage with a sword on his back, he was now just a puppet, and naturally he couldn't give orders to these fierce horses.

I don't know if it's Yi Xingchuan, who is lost in the academy, or the sloppy old brother of the sword pavilion master, and the academy brother who seems to be calm but extremely vigilant, together with the one-armed and realized the fall of the sword way, they are all sitting in the carriage speeding in the torrential rain.

The atmosphere was depressing, a little eerily depressing.

The wind on the wasteland lifted the curtain, and looking at the desolate scenery outside the curtain that he had just missed, the scene flashed in front of him again, Luo Changfeng finally did not hold back the question in his heart: "Senior, we are ...... this"

"Go to Kunlun. The stargazer stroked his gray beard.

"Is it for Qingmei to wash the sword?" Luo Changfeng remembered that when he stayed in the Iron King City some time ago, he saw that cultivators from all over the world had gathered in the royal city one after another, and he was curious to find out the news.

"Oh, you've also heard of Qingmei washing the sword?"

"The four-year raccoon flower washing sword in the spring plum season, the younger generation has only heard of it. ”

How elegant it is to cook wine and talk about swords.

Kunlun Sword Pavilion's four-year green plum sword washing, no less than the three-year enrollment of Bodhi Academy, is a rare event in the world.

If it weren't for Luo Changfeng taking care of himself, he really wanted to climb the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, which is the best in the world, to take a look, even if it was just green plum boiling wine, it would be content not to participate in the Huanhua sword washing.

"Then are you interested, follow the old Taoist to see and see the grand event of cooking wine and discussing swords in the holy land of kendo today?"

Luo Changfeng was silent.

He didn't know why Yi Xingchuan suddenly appeared on the wasteland, and he couldn't figure out what he was planning to do in Kunlun. If the thousand-year-old rumors of the Sword Pavilion are true, between Yi Xingchuan and the old man of the Sword Pavilion, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor, there should be a big hatred gap that is difficult to cross in order to compete for the supreme position of the Sword Pavilion, but why do they insist on climbing Kunlun again and again?

Luo Changfeng looked at the sloppy old man in front of him very seriously.

He had never seen the Sword Pavilion Saint who had been rumored to have lived in the Star Picking Pavilion at the top of Kunlun for a long time, and he couldn't speculate that the Sword Pavilion Pavilion who could pick up stars with his hands was majoring in geometry.

I just faintly feel that a sloppy old Taoist who was seriously injured and lost his memory thousands of years ago and was sealed in his body and lived in a fixed place, and a Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master who has lived in the Holy Land of Kendo for a long time to absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth and is admired and worshiped by thousands of disciples, even if they are both in the realm of Divine Guidance Realm saints, there is a slight gap between the two, right?

What's more, the battle between the saints, how can the difference be a thousand miles away! The stargazing old man thousands of years ago was defeated by the old man who picked up the stars, and after a thousand years of revenge, the odds of victory can be few!

Speculating that the mind of a Divine Channeling Realm Saint is tantamount to an old man snooping on the Heavenly Machine, Luo Changfeng is reluctant to think about it.

"The junior repairs the knife with the senior brother, you know. Luo Changfeng was silent for a long time and said.

Luo Changfeng tactfully refused the invitation of a divine guide saint.

There was a slight surprise on Liluo's cold face.

Senior brother Huang Fu Yi also patted Luo Changfeng on the shoulder.

The stargazer was not angry.

Like this, a sword can slash the starry sky out of a galaxy of cultivation, a kind look, a smile can kill people invisibly, there is really no need to be angry.

The stargazing old man looked at Luo Changfeng's deep gaze, but showed a little appreciation.

He didn't dwell on the issue of Qingmei boiling swords, and changed the conversation and said: "I'll go to Kunlun for three hundred miles, and I'll tell you a story." ”

"Listen up. Luo Changfeng bowed.

The horse's hooves trampled on the big raindrops of broken beans, stepped on the muddy mountain roads and wastelands, the road from Zhongzhou to Kunlun Mountain was very long, and the stories of the past years told by the saints in the carriage were also very long.

So long that the old man stargazing himself can't remember whether it was a thousand years ago, or a thousand years ago.

At that time, the Sword Pavilion was not the pomp and circumstance of tens of thousands of disciples in the sect today, and there were only a handful of three people in the Sword Pavilion at that time.

One master and two apprentices!

Division, naturally, is the founding patriarch of the Sword Pavilion.

The Patriarch of the Sword Pavilion accepted two young apprentices, the senior brother Sword Entropy and the senior brother Sword Encypthalpy.

The senior brother who started earlier was calm and diligent, and the junior brother who climbed the mountain halfway was smart and smart, and the two of them were like jade and stubborn stones waiting to be carved, under the carving of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, the light that was difficult to hide became more and more dazzling.

Until one day, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion wants to choose a person to experience in the world between the two brothers who are like siblings.

"Senior Brother Entropy, come over and rest, don't be in a hurry to practice. ”

At the foot of Junxiu Peak, beside the cloud stream flowing between the seventy-two strange peaks of the Sword Pavilion, Jian Yan set up a grill, and on the grill was an oily golden goat.

The enthalpy of the sword drew his sword, and he cut off a piece from the goat's leg and threw it into his mouth, and said indistinctly.

The cloud stream flowing beside him is connected to the waterfall that falls from the top, and at the bottom of the waterfall, a graceful young man is repeatedly swinging his sword, swinging the sword to slash the waterfall.

"Master Venerable will choose a person with higher swordsmanship among us tomorrow to go down the mountain to practice, maybe there will be a sword debate, how can Senior Brother Yan be so wasted?"

"What's the good thing about going down the mountain? It's better to be at ease in this Kunlun Mountain with heaven and earth as a quilt and a spirit bird as a friend. If you talk about swords tomorrow, I will directly admit defeat and fulfill my brother's idea of going down the mountain to practice. ”

Sword Entropy glanced at his junior brother slightly helplessly.

I thought that Senior Brother Yan was talented and very wise, but he was too playful.

Sigh to sigh, life is different, and you can't force it.

Sword Entropy got his wish and went down the mountain and began his path of destroying demons.