The Kunlun Mountain Sword Pavilion under the disheartened Sword Entropy's concentrated management is becoming more and more prosperous, and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion of the four sects and three halls are gradually filling the empty seventy-two peaks. For a time, the sword qi of Kunlun Mountain, which was originally only accompanied by clouds and waterfalls, was like the wind of the four seasons.

A certain year after Jian Yan left, a woman named Hongluan came to the foot of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun and said that she wanted to see the head of the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion is naturally not as open as anyone can come and go at will, and without the permission of the mountain gatekeepers, the demon woman named Hongluan did not hesitate to fight and break into the mountain gate.

Hongluan, who had been waiting for many years and had not returned, still broke into the Kunlun peak of the Sword Pavilion under the sword forest of countless Sword Pavilion disciples.

Everyone saw her walk into the Kunlun Peak Star Pavilion where the head of the Sword Pavilion lived.

But since then, no one has ever seen the poignant woman in red and named Hongluan descending the mountain.

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"What happened later?" Luo Changfeng couldn't help but ask in the carriage that was bumpy on the mountain road but was unusually smooth.

As everyone knows, the Sword Pavilion Ancestor only has two disciples in his life.

That is the stargazing old man who has been crazy for many years in front of him and the world-famous star picker in the Kunlun Peak Star Picking Pavilion.

Luo Changfeng had never heard of the names of sword entropy and sword enthalpy.

If the story recalled by the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan is true, Luo Changfeng guessed that the sword entropy and the sword enthalpy master brothers are the real names of the star picker and the star watcher.

"After Hongluan climbed Kunlun Mountain and entered the Star Picking Pavilion, he never came out again. It wasn't until five years later that the heartbroken Sword Enthalpy returned to the division alone!" As if recalling the pain, the stargazing old man's expression began to become a little cold, and there seemed to be countless stars falling in his empty eyes.

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The sudden and depressed return of the sword enthalpy naturally alarmed the ancestor who had rarely asked about the affairs of the world and the affairs of the Sword Pavilion.

The Patriarch of the Sword Pavilion cherished his disciples, and once again brought the sword enthalpy under his disciple.

Opposite the Kunlun Peak Star Pavilion, a stargazing pavilion has arisen from this.

No one mentioned the woman named Qingluan anymore.

The names of Qingluan and Hongluan have been quietly forgotten by the world, and there will be no Luanfeng wandering on the shore of the cape.

The younger brother who was only for love abandoned the way of the sword for many years, and once on the Kunlun Mountain, he relied on the talent of the sword that can be called a demon to suppress the senior brother who was calm and down-to-earth and diligent in studying hard. So much so that in that sword competition between the two brothers, he painstakingly revealed half a flaw before he fulfilled the experience of going down the mountain that the senior brother was looking forward to day and night.

However, when he returned to his master many years later, when it came to swordsmanship, he was already beyond the reach of the senior brother in the Star Picking Pavilion.

Fortunately, his talent for kendo has not been exhausted.

Although the sword heart is destroyed, it can be reforged.

It took a hundred years for the sword enthalpy, who was not aware of the affairs outside the pavilion and was bent on reshaping the sword heart, and finally touched the last threshold of the path of cultivation.

The Seven Stars of the Southern String once again stood side by side with the Seven Stars Long Yuan.

That year, Tianji Pavilion commented on the list of divine soldiers, and Nanxian's ranking was second only to Long Yuan.

The sword enthalpy, who has been hurt by love and forbearance for a hundred years, finally has the strength and qualifications to find the truth.

He opened the door and received the disciples.

As a result, the Sword Pavilion spawned a stargazing faction.

In a certain year, the soul of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion returned to the nine heavens.

The seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain, which have never come and gone, have never been connected to the Star Picking Pavilion and the Star Viewing Pavilion, and they have begun to meet after a hundred years.

In the two attics built on the top of Kunlun with the pillar of Tongtian as the backbone, the stars in the sky as the pavilion lamp, and the seven stars pattern of the green dragon and white tiger and the vermilion bird Xuanwu as the pavilion wall decoration, the sword entropy and the sword enthalpy, the two brothers who have never seen each other for a hundred years, swayed at each other.

"The junior brother has always had a question in his heart, and I want to ask the senior brother to solve the doubt. ”

"Senior brother is now the only one in the world in kendo cultivation, and there are still unsolved doubts?"

"There are all kinds of things in the world that can be involved, but only one word of love is difficult to understand in this life. Senior brother has no desires and no desires, just enough to talk. ”

"Senior brother, excuse me. ”

"In the past, Qingluan entered the Sword Pavilion alone, and countless disciples of the Seventy-two Peaks saw her enter the senior brother's star-picking attic with their own eyes, and now that hundreds of years have passed, has the senior brother ever thought of letting her go free?"

"She has long been freed from the suffering of the world, so how can she talk about freedom?"

"You killed her?" The voice of the sword enthalpy instantly turned cold, and the sky above the Stargazing Pavilion was covered with dark clouds and thunderbolts.

"When I first met on the shore of the cape, I said that Long Yuan could kill the demon, but he also killed the demon. It's just a demagogic demon girl in the twilight of the Qin Dynasty, can't she be killed?" Sword Entropy's expression was still as calm as ever.

The sword intent in the sword enthalpy eyebrows was blazing, and the dark clouds in the night sky seemed to burn in an instant.

That night, the confrontation between the Star Picking Pavilion and the Star Viewing Pavilion made the dangerous and handsome Kunlun Seventy-two Peaks appear a rare wonder in the world.

No one saw the two kendo saints make a move.

There was no sword intent, and the sword light tore through the cloud dome.

Countless stars fell that night.

It was as if the rain hit the beach and hit a heavenly pool, the heavenly pool at the top of the star meteorite peak of Kunlun Mountain.

So much so that after the soul of the Sword Pavilion Patriarch returned to the Nine Shadows, several ancient swords that hung in the sky also fell into that heavenly pond because of this.

After the Demon Gate was slaughtered, countless raccoon flowers grew in the heavenly pool of Starfall Peak.

The Huanhua Pond has become a veritable sword mound in the Sword Pavilion!

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The stargazer old man finished his story, and it was also the story of the Sword Pavilion.

The stargazers in the story are not as rumored in the world, and the two disciples of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor do not hesitate to fight against each other in order to compete for the position of the head of the family.

The truth of the story originates from the demon saintess on the shore of the cape, and from the sword heart that is proud of the world but is empty.

There was silence in the carriage.

Luo Changfeng lifted the curtain of the carriage and watched the carriage drive into Tianyong City at the foot of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain.

Guarded by the Sword Pavilion, there are few cultivators who come and go on weekdays, and the city of Tianyun has long been Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In addition to the many forces that came after hearing the news, there are even many sword-wielding people wearing Kunlun disciples' sword robes patrolling the city.

Luo Changfeng lowered the curtain of the car, looked at the stargazing old man who was extremely sloppy and couldn't see half of the saint's demeanor at all, and said: "The seniors have finished the story, and the juniors have also listened to the story. Whether it is sword repair or sword cultivation, my brother and sister are already in Tianyong City at the foot of Kunlun, and they want to come to Qingmei to cook wine and wash the sword, even if they want to do nothing about themselves, they have to have something to do with themselves. ”

Luo Changfeng had no choice.

The cultivation of him and his senior brother in the realm of the Yuan Shen is the best among the young generation in the world today, and few people can stand out.

Although the future of this world is in the hands of the younger generation, but in the present of this world, it is not his turn to guide the country.

He was in the same car with the saint, and only by listening to the respect could he save his life and that of his senior brother.

He didn't think that the stargazing old man would care about the sparse old feelings in the Bodhi Academy. Even in Bodhi City, he, Xue'er and others also saved the life of the crazy old Dao Yi Xingchuan.

"The younger generation dares to ask, what can my senior brothers do when they come to Kunlun?"

The stargazing old man who has been locked into the seal and crazy for thousands of years in his body will naturally eliminate thousands of years of grudges, and that sword drawing out of the galaxy is the best proof of this.

It's just the grievances and hatreds between the saints, Luo Changfeng really can't think of what kind of role he can play in this Kunlun.

The wind lifted the curtain of the car, and the stargazing old man looked up at the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun outside the city, where the aura was swirling and the sword qi was soaring, and he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Take the sword for the old way, take the four swords." ”