After all, no matter how high or low Yi Tianyun's cultivation is, several elders will not let him stand there and let him cut it, leaving aside the cultivation for a single round of seniority, if he really stands there and suffers from Yi Tianyun's few swords, maybe the power of that sword intent will not matter to a few elders, but being looked at by the disciples in the pavilion will inevitably damage the majesty of several elders. At that time, several elders who came to find out with suspicion didn't find out the reason in the end, and Yi Tianyun's cultivation was over, and several elders returned in a huff.

This time, when he came to visit the old pavilion master, by the way, several elders failed to do so, Yi Tianyun faintly noticed that there was something strange in it, specifically because the eyes of those respected elders were erratic, or a few words of idle talk with ulterior motives I don't know, after the old man sent away a few elders, he didn't talk too much about this matter, and Yi Tianyun didn't ask again.

Thinking of this, Yi Tianyun tilted his shoulders and crossed his legs to look at the vast galaxy of the slow sky in a more comfortable posture.

When the bright moon was in the sky, a white shadow swept by, and then a crane chirped into Yi Tianyun's ears. The lazy appearance of lying on the mountain pass with squinting eyes and looking at the stars suddenly dispersed, Yi Tianyun turned over and went straight to the top of the mountain with his sword, and his figure flickered a few times and disappeared into the night.

The crane chirp came from the white crane, which had been with the master all the year round, and the white crane sent a message that the master wanted him to return to the pavilion.

In the lobby of the high mountain deep pavilion, a flickering fire candle supported a scene of faint light, the old man sat on the fire candle with his back to the red door, Yi Tianyun gently pushed the half-covered Zhu door, and flashed behind the old man.

"The teacher inherits the same line, the inkstone of the ze. A family in Qingjin has a different path...... Your uncles knew that the teacher had not recovered from his serious injuries, and they were worried that the next pavilion master would have no one to inherit, and they felt that your cultivation was still shallow and it would be difficult for you to become the pavilion master in the future, so they discussed with the master for a long time today...... In the end, they wanted to select a disciple to be the master of the pavilion and pass on the mantle. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, and Yi Tianyun said in a deep voice: "It's all up to Master's arrangement." ”

The old man lifted his robe with hanging sleeves, fixed his hands in front of the dantian, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he couldn't see the candle flame in front of him.

"Back then, I rebelled against my ancestor and cultivated my sword, and I ended up at the top of the Five Realms. I don't want them to be teachers back then, but they were forced to be teachers because of their outstanding strength at the beginning, so they let them be teachers... Arbitrary. Until now, the strength of the teacher has plummeted, and they can also follow the path of immortality with great fanfare, and the teacher is also a rebellious disciple, so he is not qualified to accuse them, and now I call you here to ask you what you think in your heart. ”

"Even if there have been mistakes for the teacher, but no matter how the teacher is still the master of the Daoqing Pavilion, they can't control the Daoqing Pavilion for one day, if you want to continue to practice this fast sword, for the teacher will try his best to protect you to cultivate the sword. If you are willing to practice the path of eternal life, the teacher will also help you, as long as the teacher is still in this Qing Pavilion, you will definitely have a place. ”

The Daoqing Pavilion Lord was weakened in his twilight years, and the injuries caused by a big battle were even worse for the old man, if the position of the Daoqing Pavilion Master was passed to Yi Tianyun now, it would be difficult for the old man to guarantee what would happen to the elders in the future.

After all, the old man's fast sword intent itself is contrary to the immortal path of the Daoqing Pavilion, even if Yi Tianyun is talented and has no time to accumulate, it is still empty talk, and when the strength of the pavilion master is not as good as that of several elders, at that time, Yi Tianyun will really be in a dilemma.

Yi Tianyun looked at the back of the old man, the emaciated old man looked very lonely in front of the candle fire, Yi Tianyun had never seen the old man have any tiredness after practicing for a few years, and the kind of strength revealed in the old man's words today is no longer the crazy old man who acted fast and sword intent at that time, the arrogant and uninhibited old man collapsed all of a sudden, and the master is old.

When the fast sword intent can no longer go forward without scruples, the master will really be old.

Yi Tianyun untied the glass sword behind his back and put it aside, and then stretched out two fingers behind the old man to pinch the sword fingers.

"Ten years, drunk dreams and boats, no matter the turbulence of the world, the road is the boat, swaying and holding the sails high!"

Yi Tianyun's voice was low, and he gently recited the quick sword technique.

"Twenty years, lonely smoke and thin horse, respect this lonely journey, the world is boundless, and the song is walking!"

"The disciple is stupid, and after many years of cultivation, he has only seen the surface of some sword intent. But the disciple still dares to continue to walk 'obsessively', even if he goes through hardships and dangers in the future, the disciple is still not afraid, and he still does not regret it, and this is the goal that the disciple wanted to pursue at the beginning, the sparse swordsman. ”

After Yi Tianyun finished speaking, he waved his hand to his side.

At that moment, Yi Tianyun had no sword in his hand;

At that moment, there was a sudden wind in the Nuo lobby, and the sword intent was full.