The deep courtyard is full of words, and the cold jackdaws are desolate and withered. After Yahe in the deep courtyard of the pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info knew the true strength of Chonglou, he did not embarrass Chonglou anymore, and heard that Chonglou was going to leave to participate in the new disciple selection conference, so he told Chonglou about the Sword Sect Protector Sect Great Array, so as not to stray Chonglou into it. "I'm just telling you this to remind you not to wander around in the Sword Sect, especially since you are already blind, if you strayed into it, then no one will be able to save you except the five pavilion masters and the main and deputy sect masters of the Sword Sect. If you want to go out of the mountain, it's very simple, you should be washed into the water gate of the Sword Sect by the current, and then I rescued you ashore, you are in the Sword Sect for a period of time, the five major pavilion masters of the Sword Sect and the two sect masters of the main and deputy sect masters have something to do out of the mountain, so you don't record your name on the roster of the Sword Sect, you are not a person from the Sword Sect, if you go out without a name and no share, you will definitely be arrested and convicted by the disciples of the Sword Sect, it just so happens that Master Benmu is also planning to go deep into the wild forest to collect the spirit herb elixir, tomorrow I will let you go with him, you just be a horseman who leads the horse。 Yaho thought for a moment and said. "Master Benmu has a high status in the Sword Sect, and I am not a member of the Sword Sect, will he take me out?" Chonglou said worriedly. "Don't worry! This old man eats soft or hard, let me beg him, he is the second-in-command of the Sword Sect's Outer Dan Master, if you follow him, no one will stop you." Yaho said confidently. "This is very good! Yaho! I cannot repay the grace of saving my life, waiting for him to repay him one day. Chonglou seriously hugged his fist at Yahe. "Giggles, it's definitely no problem to enter the Sword Sect with your current strength, and when the time comes, your identity will be different, just remember to come and see me." Yahe smiled lightly and said leisurely. "But you can't go empty-handed, you wait, I'll give you something." Before Chonglou could speak, Yaho had already run away. After a while, I saw her holding a long sword wrapped in a long strip of cloth in her arms, ran to Chonglou, and said with some shortness of breath: "All the people of the Sword Sect are good at using swords, this selection, you can use this sword as a weapon!" Chonglou took the long sword, unwrapped the long strip of cloth wrapped around it, gently stroked the sword with his hand, unconsciously sad, Chonglou suddenly remembered his first sword, thus remembering his dead parents, Chonglou's last memory of his parents has been frozen in the picture of him entering the wall of the secret cave for three years, when he looked out of the cave, the dazzling sunlight outside the cave poured down, Chonglou can clearly remember the sadness of parting and the loss and panic of losing relatives as if there was nothing. There is also He Zhuxiang, who has died of incense, she seems to be a flash in the pan in Chonglou's life, but she has left an indelible trace in Chonglou's heart. Yahe saw that Chonglou had been stroking the long sword, and he couldn't bear to disturb him thoughtfully, so he left by himself. In the middle of the night, Chonglou sat alone on the stones of the cultivation ground, and the moonlight was sprinkled, and a thin layer of hoarfrost formed on the hard ground. Chonglou stroked the long sword, thinking back on the past, like a dream, at an age when he had no memory, no family, ignorant love, as graceful as yesterday, is it fate, or is he not strong enough? Chonglou unconsciously sorrow came from it, in the cold moonlight, slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, jumped up, and only the sound of Chonglou wielding the cold sword in the huge cultivation field. Chonglou danced the sword in his hand, but his heart was sad, and unconsciously, he didn't know himself, but suddenly found himself wielding a long sword, as if it was his own vent, so he didn't stop at all, and gradually tended to the mystery between stabs and strokes. Chonglou has never learned the sword, but at this moment the heart to the sadness, unconsciously draw the sword and dance, each sword from the beginning of the disorderly, gradually tend to the well and orderly, each of his swords, as if to tell the infinite sadness in the heart, unconsciously, Chonglou's sword dance temperament slowly changed, Chonglou's figure seems to be trying to exude a free and easy atmosphere, but each of his swords is so sad. In a short time, Chonglou has entered a trance state, in this state, Chonglou kept waving the long sword in his hand, constantly venting the sadness in his heart, a stream of desolate and sad sword intent spread out between the Chonglou dancing swords, the sad sword intent, if people see, as if it can make people cry, people can't bear to look at it directly. In the end, the sword in Chonglou's hand had already produced a mist of mist, and there was an amazing light emitting between Chonglou's swinging of the long sword, and the spiritual power was already operating unconsciously. This kind of desolate sword intent, coupled with the heaven and earth aura that was running in the heavy building, suddenly the aura in the cultivation field was like a dragon, and the momentum was mighty. There is a way: the road is cold and hidden in all directions, and the slightest sword is desolate. The frost sword dancing under the bleak moon seems to be the great compassion of Xuanzong. …… Chonglou seemed to have forgotten everything around him, and he didn't know when he stopped the sword in his hand, sitting on the ground, his mind was extremely quiet, and he continued to comprehend the sad sword intent of Fang Cai in his mind, and in a trance, he had stepped into the threshold of Xuanzhen enlightenment. When Chonglou woke up, Dongtian was already slightly white, and figures began to walk out of the cultivation ground one after another, and the voices of people began to be noisy. Chonglou had to get up and grope his way towards the backyard of the food hall, but his heart was like a clear hole, and the sword that danced in the sad mood of last night was also with a sense of sadness. "It turns out that my state of mind and mood can also be integrated into this swordsmanship, the artistic conception in the great sorrow, the sad sword intent, has become my own martial arts, it seems that only what I have comprehended is truly my own. Great Compassion Artistic Intent, Great Compassion Sword Intent, It's better to call it Great Compassion Sword Intent!" Chonglou muttered to himself, all the way back to the backyard of the food hall, packed up his clothes in his own house, sorted them out and stacked them in the baggage, and finally Chonglou found He Zhuxiang's relics jade flute at the bedside, and the "Eight Methods of Turtle Spirit" given to him by his parents, these two things Chonglou has been hiding close to his body, and it has always been the case. When Chonglou walked out of the door, he found that Yahe had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Yahe stuffed a few steamed buns into Chonglou's baggage, "This journey will take two or three days to say the least, maybe Master Benmu will take care of you, but last time you provoked him, don't expect him to take care of you much, only you take care of yourself." I've known you for so long, and I usually beat and scold you or something, I apologize to you here, I didn't have parents since I was a child, I was raised by Master Benmu, and my qualifications are mediocre, I can't practice like you, and Master Benmu only taught me some things to cure diseases and recognize medicine. I've always treated him like a father, and even though he didn't treat me very well, the last time he saved you, and you talked to him like that, I did this to you, because in my eyes, he will always be my father, and I don't allow anyone to treat him like that. Yaho said as he helped Chonglou sort out his clothes. "I didn't pay attention to these things, as you said, Master Motoki is your benefactor, and you are also my benefactor, my life was saved by you, no matter what, I will not hold a grudge against you. Thank you also for taking care of me during this time. Chonglou said seriously. "Well, okay, let's go!" Yahe said what was in his heart, as if he was much more relaxed, and patted Chonglou on the shoulder. When Yahe came to the cultivation ground with Chonglou, the cultivation ground was already crowded, and a thousand people gathered here, the scene was very lively, there were people from the Five Swords Pavilion occupying five areas respectively, and the front was also led by five Dharma protectors. "Jufeng! Master Motoki is here!" Yahe said and pulled Chonglou to one place, Chonglou heard a few horses' hooves, so he arched his hand in the direction of the sound, and said: "Waste Jufeng, I was a little rude to the master a few days ago, and here the kid will first apologize to the master." I also thank the master for saving the kid's life. "Hahaha! I thought Yahor had saved a self-depraved waste! Now you can cheer up, well, very good! Very good! Yaho has told me about you, and I want to see how much of a storm you can make when you can't see anything. Master Motoki said, holding the reins in his hand, stroking his beard. At this moment, a white cloud floated in the sky, Fei Yu stood on the clouds, and everyone in the cultivation ground stopped talking when they saw the sect master coming, and their eyes were all turned to the sky, and the originally noisy cultivation ground suddenly fell silent, as if they were all waiting for the last order to set off.

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