The twelve peaks where the Shushan Sword Sect is located, one of them is called Washing Sword Peak, there is a pool of Xu Fangyuan on the peak, the pool water is clear and translucent, it is called the Washing Sword Pool, the sword masters in the faction often come here to wash the sword, after a long time, the pool water is contaminated with the cold sword intent, and the cultivation is not up to the ground level, and it is unbearable!

There have been many disciples below the prefecture level who came here to wash their swords, wanting to comprehend the sword intent contained in the pond water, but all of them were invaded by the sword intent and died, so there is a strict rule here, non-prefecture-level masters cannot go to this peak.

On the edge of the sword washing pool, a thousand-year-old pine tree is luxuriant, the branches are as strong as a dragon, there is a stone table under the tree, there is a purple sand teapot on the table, the mouth of the pot is steaming, like smoke and fog.

An old man in sackcloth was sitting on a stone chair, gazing at the mountains and mountains in the distance, quietly distracted.

This situation and this scene are full of ancient meaning, such as a free and easy freehand landscape painting, giving people a sense of detachment and fascination.

A gust of mountain wind blew, the old pine swayed and rustled, and a few pine needles fell on the head and shoulders of the old man in Mai, but he was unaware of it, motionless, as if he was wandering too empty.

Before the fire, the water in the teapot was inexplicably boiling, making a gurgling sound, and the water vapor lifted and fell the lid of the pot, and the old man in sackcloth came back to his senses, reached out to the void and grabbed it, and when he took it back, he had an extra handful of pine needles in his hand.

The pine needles are then thrown into the teapot, and in a short time a unique fragrance pervades the landscape.

Three figures in brocade robes suddenly appeared next to the sword washing pool, bowing to the old man in Mai, one of them was Yan Zhengqing, the head of the Shushan Sword Sect, and the other two were not younger than the old man in Mai from the outside, but they threw the junior salute.

They called themselves ancestors and looked respectful.

"Sit down, drink tea!" the old man in Mai said lightly, pointing to a few stone chairs on the side of the stone table, he was the only innate master of the Shushan Sword Sect, Geng Qiubai, known as the Sword Saint.

In front of the ancestor, these three people did not dare to sit down, and stood solemnly with their hands down.

Geng Qiubai shook his head, took a teacup, and poured himself tea.

Yan Zhengqing said: "Take the water from the sword pool and soak the thousand-year-old pine needles, this kind of tea can only be tasted by you, the ancestor." ”

This is not a sycophant, washing the sword pond water, since ancient times, I don't know how many sword masters have absorbed the sword intent and murderous aura, even the touch of the ground-level master is extremely stinging, like a needle pricking a knife, how dare you easily enter the throat.

Geng Qiubai didn't say anything, but a smug smile appeared on his face.

Among the two old men, the one with a bald head and a short body said, "Ancestor, listening to your howling, your retreat seems to have been very fruitful. ”

This is a heaven-level master, with extraordinary strength, his name is unknown, and he calls himself Qingshan Weng.

Geng Qiubai nodded: "I have indeed gained, I seem to have seized an opportunity to break through the innate nature!"

The three of them were shocked, and then they were ecstatic, and they all said that the innate was already the end, and if the ancestor could break through again, wouldn't it be to become an immortal?

"Congratulations to the ancestor, you have a glimpse of the fairy fate!" said with a smile on his finger wearing an emerald wrench on his finger, and a noble old man in a gorgeous costume said with a smile on his face.

Geng Qiubai waved his hand: "Don't be happy first, become an immortal? It's far away! By the way, Xiaobai, what about that kid, why didn't you see him come to see me this time." ”

Xiaobai is Bai Yan Song, the Tianjiao of the Shushan Sword Sect, who cultivated to the peak of the early stage of the prefecture level at a young age, and won the love of the ancestor, and it is rumored that the ancestor wants to accept him as a true disciple. It's a pity that this is all in the past, Bai Yansong has already gone to the street to sell salted duck eggs.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengqing, Qingshan Weng, and Xu Yuanzhang were all silent and looked at each other.

Geng Qiubai's heart sank, and he said, "During my retreat, did something happen?" Zhengqing, you can tell me." ”

Yan Zhengqing arched his hand and said: "Tell the ancestor, during your retreat, a lot of things have happened in the ancient martial arts world, Xiaobai ...... He's dead. ”

"What?" Geng Qiubai's body was shocked, the look in his eyes suddenly extinguished, a burst of gloom, his hand couldn't help but press the stone table in front of him, his emotions were out of control, the momentum of the innate master exploded, and the pine needles blown off by the mountain wind had not fallen to the ground, and they were shattered inch by inch around him! A gust of wind blew, and the stone table collapsed violently, and the precious purple clay pot on the table was shattered into a pile of stone powder.

The three of them were shocked and retreated, afraid of being affected, Yan Zhengqing and Qingshan Weng didn't understand why the ancestor was so out of shape, although Bai Yan Song had extraordinary qualifications, he was a rare Tianjiao, but the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were not one thousand but also eight hundred, and it was really nothing to die one, and Tianjiao who couldn't grow up, no matter how good his qualifications were, it was useless.

"People can't be resurrected after death, the ancestor mourns!" Xu Yuanzhang hurriedly persuaded, he knew why the ancestor was so out of shape.

Nineteen years ago, the ancestor who went out to travel brought back a baby, and secretly handed it over to Bai Mei to raise, no one knew about this, once he drank with Bai Mei, and the drunk Bai Mei confided in his heart, he knew the secret, Bai Yan Song was likely to be the illegitimate son of the ancestor!

Nineteen years ago, the ancestor was already one hundred and thirty-one years old, but he somehow moved his heart and gave birth to a child with a woman!

"What the hell is going on, you tell me in detail. Geng Qiubai quickly stabilized his emotions and sat down on the stone bench and said in a deep voice.

Yan Zhengqing hurriedly said: "Yes, this is the way it is......"

He carefully came out one by one about the major events that had happened in the ancient martial arts world during the recent period, and Geng Qiubai listened quietly without saying a word.

After half an hour passed, Yan Zhengqing's saliva was dry, and then he finished speaking.

"That little guy surnamed Liu is too perverted, at the Guwu Conference, we wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, so we didn't participate, but we didn't expect three heaven-level masters to besiege him, but instead ended up with two people being killed and one person fleeing with a broken arm. Xu Yuanzhang added.

Qingshan Weng said: "That's right, it is estimated that Yuan Zhang and I are not opponents of that guy, so we will not move for the time being, and wait for the ancestor to make plans after you leave the customs." ”

Geng Qiubai's eyes flashed, and he whispered: "It's interesting, just a double ten age, he can kill a heaven-level master, he must have had extraordinary creation and encounters, I don't know what kind of exercises he is cultivating, he can fly to the sky and the earth, he can control the wind and fire, this is not an ancient martial art at all, but it seems to be a legendary immortal magic!"

"Immortal Magic, then how can we fight against it?" Yan Zhengqing was taken aback, if it was really Immortal Magic, even if the ancestor was an innate master, I am afraid it would be a little suspenseful.

Geng Qiubai snorted coldly and said: "So what, there are small achievements that are so public, like children in the market and holding gold, they simply don't know whether they are alive or dead! Spread the news, let him come to my Shushan Sword Sect within three days to take the blame, otherwise, I will destroy his bullshit Divine Sect!"

……

The Sword Saint came out of the customs and asked Liu Chengfeng to go to the Shushan Sword Sect to take the blame, otherwise the news of the slaughter of the Divine Sect spread far and wide, and the ancient martial arts world suddenly exploded, and there were many discussions.

(End of chapter)