Lu Qingyuan woke up from his dream, he sat upright, and stood up again, his body moved lightly, and turbidity and smoke were everywhere.

I don't know how long the body that hasn't moved, not only is it not as sour as he imagined, but it is light and seems to be nothing.

"How many years?"

Lu Qingyuan slowly spit out a few words, as if asking the old man and himself, as soon as the voice came out, his eyes only saw his hand clearly in this dark room, "But he looks like a teenager." ”

Fair and immature.

He walked slowly, as if he had forgotten how to walk.

The distance of a few zhang or ten zhang Lu Qingyuan walked for a while, and a sword finally appeared in his dark eyes, a three-foot green edge, simple but with a compelling aura, but unfortunately it was already covered with moss.

Lu Qingyuan stretched out his hand to pick up the sword, it was not light but not heavy, he waved the sword lightly, the sword wind was like a mountain, but the moment he made a move, it suddenly dispersed, turning into powder like the sword in his hand, and falling to the ground with the flying ashes.

He touched the two inscriptions on the hilt of the sword, which were already slightly awkward, and said slowly: "But Chen, I didn't expect you to die too." ”

Lu Qingyuan suddenly remembered that young man, Lu Wangci, the name he gave, his only disciple.

"Master, please forgive me for forgetting to be unfilial! This disciple's talisman sword master must stay for self-defense, even if he is in retreat for a long time, he must be careful when he goes out!"

The young man knelt in front of the stone gate, holding the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, his chin bowed his eyebrows, and the sharp sword was as calm as a mirror in his hand.

"If I don't stay, you won't be able to afford it?" Lu Qingyuan asked, his voice cold, like a cold wind in midwinter.

"Yes. The young man's chin was lowered, and his throat trembled slightly, but with a determination not to back down.

"Good!" Lu Qingyuan still didn't look back, he made a move with his backhand, but his sword was like a river entering the sea, turning into a streamer in the air and walking away in his hand, and the sword body was clear.

"Bury the deer in the sword mound in the mountains. He paced again, very slowly, but when he raised his eyes again, the heavy stone door was slamming shut.

"Obey the teacher's orders. In the coming year, the disciples will start a sect on the mountain, and the way of the sword must not be buried!"

Lu Wangqi was shocked again when he saw that his ministers were like a fish in water, but he still knocked on the stone gate again and again, and his figure gradually moved away from the stone gate.

"It's fun to use the sword I gave me to protect myself. With a little force in Lu Qingyuan's hand, the hilt of the sword was torn apart, and there was no more minister in the world.

A sword, but if there is a spirit, it will be out of the category of the sword, and it will not rot for thousands of years.

But the sword is dead, if it is thousands of years without moving the sword spirit decay, if the fall of the sword holder leads to the destruction of the sword spirit, then this domain has no peace since the moment Lu Qingyuan pushed open the stone gate.

As Lu Qingyuan walked out of the stone house, the entire living room collapsed, and the traces of more than a thousand years of cultivation dissipated like smoke.

Looking at the endless steps on the mountain, it seems to reach the clouds, and even the occasional breeze blowing in the forest carries sword intent, some soft, some sharp.

"This kid really did it, it seems that there is still a way to cultivate the sword. ”

He sighed, but fortunately the worst thing in his heart had not happened, but a thousand years had passed.

It's just that Lu Qingyuan's current strength is like that of a young man who has just cultivated, and the reason is the deficit of the source force.

The avenue in this world is divided into one to nine sections, and then it is divided into three realms: the supreme realm, the perfect realm, and the transformation realm.

Before the retreat, Lu Qingyuan was the Great Perfection of the Transformation Realm, but after this thousand years, it was difficult for him to reach a certain period, could it be that he was entering the demon and devouring it?

Of course not, Lu Qingyuan could feel the sword intent churning up and down all over his body in his palm, and the level was far higher than the peak of the year, but the source qi still had to be re-cultivated.

Cultivation is like eating and sleeping for him, but for thousands of years, he has cultivated for too long and has not asked about people, and now it seems that he is given a chance to be reborn, and it will be completely different from the previous monastic madmen.

"Then take a peek at this sword sect again, and see if the sword path has risen and fallen for thousands of years. ”

Lu Qingyuan bent down and picked up the sign on the stone tooth at the trailcrossing, which was engraved with "chasing deer", which was a token, but unfortunately the moss was also contaminated with it, the sword intent in his hand surged slightly, and the word "chasing deer" glowed with golden light, and the brand lay spotlessly in his hand like a new life.

With the token in his pocket, he went straight along the trail, and after a distance of hundreds of zhang or even a thousand zhang, Lu Qingyuan saw a stone monument standing in front of him.

He approached, and the words "forbidden to enter, those who die" were written on it, and he walked in the grass wantonly, but he entered the wood for three points, and the sword intent in the pen and ink was very ten, so that it was left unshaken for thousands of years.

In front of the stele was a prohibition, and Lu Qingyuan knew it as soon as he touched it, "Sword Dao is prohibited." He slowly read out that a sword is needed to break the ban on kendo, or the sword intent and sword momentum need to be stronger.

But Lu Qingyuan didn't have a sword at this time, and his experience told him to return to find an eye for the formation, but the thousand-year-old cultivation made him unwilling and never to look back.

He looked down at the beads of blood dripping from his fingers that touched the prohibition, it stands to reason that his current strength would only seriously hurt him if he forced this prohibition.

But Lu Qingyuan suddenly flicked his fingers, and slammed the unfallen blood beads into the prohibition like an arrow, and "ding-" actually made an extremely sharp and stabbing sound.

"Whoa-" A cracking sound sounded like a shattered round mirror, and the entire prohibition fell apart.

Lu Qingyuan's sword path is now so high that it is jaw-dropping.

He walked a hundred zhang again, and when he got out of the forest, there seemed to be a crowd at the foot of the Sword Sect, bustling and crowded.

"What is the matter with the Sword Sect today?"

Lu Qingyuan got into the crowd and asked an old man who was constantly looking at the Ten Thousand Stairs of the Sword Sect, he had been a generation of Transformation Realm power, and he had done his best to ask such a question, if he had seen it a thousand years ago, he would have been shocked.

"The Sword Sect is new, half a year old and below, and the second stage of strength is qualified to enter the outer gate of the Sword Sect. ”

The old man looked back at him, and saw that although Lu Qingyuan was full of spirit, he couldn't detect a trace of source qi, "Everyone in the world says that cultivation is difficult, cultivation is hard, and there is a lot of misery on the avenue, and not being able to cultivate is not necessarily not a good thing." ”

The old man didn't finish the second half of his sentence, it was even more difficult to cultivate the way of the sword, and it was difficult to go to the sky.

Talent, sword intent, temperament, and body style, all of which are indispensable and must be extremely high, he sighed and looked sideways to the west.

"Sword Sect Master, but Lu forgot to quit?" Lu Qingyuan raised his head slightly and looked at the mountain and asked again.

"Shh The old man's brows furrowed for a moment, and he made a gesture of silence.

He said in a low voice again: "You foreign boy! You dare to call this name at the foot of the Sword Sect Mountain? Don't die? This is the name of the Sword Sect's Heavenly Ancestor, and there is only one person in the world who can call it, and that is the Zhulu Sword Venerable Land Immortal! You can't even call that name!"

The old man's beard trembled angrily, but fortunately he interrupted in time, and even then he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Then where can I call this name?" Lu Qingyuan laughed for a while, it turned out that he couldn't even call his own name and that kid's name.

"Nothing!!" The old man shook again and glared at him and shouted angrily.

"The Sword Sect Mountain Gate is open!"

With the cheers of the crowd, the immortal clouds scattered on the Wanjie Steps, and several sword cultivators came down the steps, all in white clothes and white robes, carrying a sword long or short, and the sword intent was either as turbulent as a churning fire or as indifferent as a green lotus.