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In front of the wooden house at sunset, Li Xingyun raised his head and looked at the closed wooden door, feeling a little heavy inexplicably.

With a deep sigh, he turned around and wanted to walk towards the sword box in the courtyard, but found that Ahri's figure appeared outside the courtyard door at some point, looking towards it.

Li Xingyun put on the sword box on his back and walked out of the courtyard.

He slowly closed the bamboo door of the courtyard with both hands, and those eyes still glanced at the wooden house reluctantly, and he turned to Ahri and said, "Let's go." ”

Ahri's expression looked a little dazed, and her clear and beautiful eyes were still staring at the wooden house, looking absent-minded. After hearing Li Xingyun's voice, she suddenly came back to her senses: "Where are you going?"

Li Xingyun blurted out without thinking about it: "Luoqiu Pass." ”

Ahri didn't say anything, let alone oppose Li Xingyun's decision.

She silently followed Li Xingyun's side.

She didn't say anything all the way, but her heart was always shocked by the feeling left to her by the white-haired and white-bearded old man in the wooden house. She tried to recall the gentleman's face, but found that the more she tried to recall it, the more blurred the image that could come to her mind became, until it was a blank at the end!

Ahri couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back. Her cheeks were pale, and her breathing was a little shriveled.

Li Xingyun, who was walking side by side, had an extremely keen divine sense, and he noticed Ahri's abnormality, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

Ahri glanced at the sword box behind Li Xingyun with palpitations, and said with emotion from the bottom of his heart: "Your husband is not an ordinary person. ”

Li Xingyun said as a matter of course: "Of course Mr. is not an ordinary person!"

In Li Xingyun's heart, Mr. is the only doctor in the village, the only scholar in the village, and the only cultivator in the village, the first person in the village!

The first person in the village is naturally not an ordinary person!

Ahri glanced at Li Xingyun indifferently, she really didn't want to explain more about this issue with a nerd who regarded Mr. as everything.

But the sword in the sword box had to make her sigh again: "The sword box behind you is not an ordinary sword." ”

Li Xingyun did not express any opinion on Ahri's feelings this time.

Because he also feels this way, very strongly.

He didn't know what kind of sword was in the sword box behind him.

I don't know the length, thickness, sharpness, casting material, or even the name of the sword.

He just had a faint feeling that with this sword on his back, he could fight with the powerhouses of the Yuan Shen Realm and even the Spirit Realm.

And it's not necessarily a loss!

......

Among Li Xingyun's ten sons, only Luo Changfeng is good at using a sword, but there are many people who are good at using a sword.

For example, the Yue brothers, for example, Nan Xihan, Shen Tianxin, and even Jiang Manlou can use swords.

However, when it comes to the people with the highest kendo cultivation and comprehension among their fellow siblings, they are not the Yue brothers, Nan Xihan, Shen Tianxin, or anyone in Jiang Manlou.

Because although these people use swords, they are not sword cultivators! Li Xingyun is also not a sword cultivator, he is a disciple of Liuzi!

One of the ten sons is a sword cultivator, a pure sword cultivator.

That person is gone! The disciples of the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion are gone!

At the beginning of the Tianxiang Pavilion in Bodhi City, the battle between Situ, an old student in the inner courtyard of the academy, and Zhou Tong, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, caused Liluo to cripple the sword's right arm, and his cultivation could not be used.

He was taken back to the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion by Senior Brother Zhou Tong, the commander of the Iron Sword Gate.

......

The Kunlun Mountain Range, adjacent to the Thirteen Kings of the Zhongzhou Imperial League, has a total of seventy-two strange peaks, and those strange peaks are hidden in the clouds and mist in the mountains. At night, the seventy-two peaks connected under the starry sky are actually more like a sword array, the largest sword array in the world.

The Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion is famous for the danger of the seventy-two peaks, so the Sword Pavilion has always been known as the seventy-two peaks.

The Sword Pavilion is known as 30,000 disciples, and the 30,000 disciples are all in the seventy-two peaks.

And Liluo, who crippled the sword's arm, returned to the Sword Pavilion at that time, and since then he has become the most ordinary member of the thirty-ten sword cultivation disciples in the Seventy-two Peaks and the Sword Pavilion.

On an autumn night, the stars hang high.

The seventy-two peaks of the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion towered into the sky, and every night, in fact, it was often the time when this Sword Pavilion was closest to the starry sky. However, according to the Sword Pavilion disciples' habit of practicing swords in the morning and cultivating qi in the evening, usually at this hour, the entire Qifeng Mountain Range has already entered a dream early. So to a certain extent, among the 30,000 disciples of the Sword Pavilion, very few of them had actually seriously seen the appearance of the seventy-two strange peaks under the starry sky.

However, just because there is little does not mean that there is none.

There are 30,000 disciples in the Sword Pavilion, and after all, there are still people who wear the stars and the moon, and they are accustomed to the appearance of the seventy-two strange peaks under the starry sky of the Sword Pavilion.

For example, Departure!

The Sword Pavilion under the starry sky is asleep, the seventy-two peaks are asleep, and the thirty-thousand disciples are asleep, but they are not asleep.

According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, with his right arm crippled, he had already moved to live in the Thirty-six Outer Peaks. It is not to live with the outer disciples in the outer peaks, but with the enslavements of the Sword Pavilion in the outer peaks.

Today's departure is the most humble slave among the 30,000 disciples of the Sword Pavilion, commonly known as the Sword Slave!

The sword slave was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, and in his left hand he was holding a wooden barrel, which contained the water of the sword washing pond that flowed into the mountain stream. According to the regulations of the Sword Pavilion, the water in the sword washing pool is only for the inner disciples, while the outer disciples can only use the water that flows into the mountain stream from the sword pond to wash the sword.

After nightfall, these streams will be carried by the sword slaves of the outer gate peak in wooden barrels, filling the small sword pool in the sword washing room for the next morning for the outer disciples to wash their swords.

Therefore, before dawn breaks tomorrow morning, and before all the senior brothers get up to practice swords, fill the small sword pool in this sword washing room.

After pouring the water from the wooden barrel into the small sword pool, he wiped the sweat from his cheeks tiredly.

The face in the light of the candles looked much thinner and more bitter than it had been when he had been in the academy a year ago.

It is no wonder that a person with a crippled right hand who can no longer use a sword can only hide behind mountains and rocks all day long to watch others practice swords, which is actually an extremely bitter and torturous thing.

Liluo endures this torture all the time.

At first, the torture made him miserable! He had several times screamed heart-rending in the uninhabited mountains, venting his inner anguish!

He knew that it was a coward's behavior to hide and feel inferior, but he couldn't make himself look like a coward. Because he couldn't even beat an ordinary outer disciple.

Sometimes, even the sword can't hold steadily!

He was the object of ridicule and sarcasm from all the outer disciples! Even the sword slaves of the same status began to dictate to him!

He doesn't like that like this!

I don't like such a useless self very much! Especially after remembering the ranking of the ten sons of the academy in the Dixuan New List, he even began to hate his depraved self!

So in the past year, every year after dark, taking the opportunity to fill the sword washing pool with water, he began to silently learn to hold the sword, draw the sword, and draw the sword.

His right hand is gone, but he still has his left!

He's learning a left-handed sword!