The white-haired old man listened to Jiang Xinyue's words, as if he had lost his mind, he looked like crazy, and muttered to himself: "No revenge, no revenge......"

Jiang Xinyue was startled, and she didn't know why the white-haired old man suddenly went crazy, so she kindly comforted: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, the spiritual power on the white-haired old man's body surged, and the sword qi was like a tide, surging. Jiang Xinyue was standing beside him and was shocked by that powerful sword intent, and her body flew out upside down.

Seeing this, the old man in the green robe moved, and he came into the sky, and there was a spiritual light in his hand to follow Jiang Xinyue.

Jiang Xinyue glanced at him with gratitude and thanked him.

Seeing that Jiang Xinyue was leaving, the old man in the green robe hurriedly said, "Xiaoyou, why is my uncle crazy again?"

Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but sigh and said, "How do I know? I was caught by an old madman when I passed by the side of the road." He also said that I was his junior brother, and I was crazy for some reason. Senior, you also saw it just now, if it wasn't for the seniors who came to the rescue, I would have died at the hands of the old madman. ”

The old man in the green robe saw that Jiang Xinyue was resentful, and said apologetically: "Alas, although Master Murong is crazy from time to time, he usually practices in the Sword Pavilion, and this time he didn't know how to go out and accidentally injured the little friend. ”

Jiang Xinyue said in her heart: "This is strange, could it be that the sword that Uncle Gu asked me to find ran out of the old madman?" Jiang Xinyue was a little embarrassed in her heart, and said in a softened tone: "Who is this senior, who is that old-timer?"

The old man in the green robe sighed and said, "He is my uncle, named Murong Changxian, Xiaoyou shouldn't know him." Don't worry, with me here, my uncle won't hurt you. ”

Jiang Xinyue nodded, and suddenly a pair of palms appeared on his shoulders. He was startled and screamed again and again.

Murong Changxian grabbed Jiang Xinyue, flew into the clouds with a roll of spiritual power, and laughed: "Senior brother, if you don't want to take revenge, forget it." Senior brother went back to teach you the Xuanqing Taiji swordsmanship, and if you learned it, no one could bully you. ”

The old man in the green robe was still stunned in place, and muttered: "Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique." ”

The old man in the green robe read a sentence, quickly woke up, and said to the people behind him: "It's not good, the master wants to pass on the supreme sword technique of this sect to that child." ”

Jiang Xinyue was held by Murong Changxian with spiritual power and brought to the Sword Pavilion. Murong Changxian pushed Jiang Xinyue into the Sword Pavilion, he stood at the door and looked left and right, and when he saw that no one was following him, he walked into the Sword Pavilion and hurriedly closed the door.

Jiang Xinyue was startled when she saw this, and said secretly: "This old madman doesn't have any special habits, right?"

Jiang Xinyue saw him coming, and hurriedly said, "Old Taoist, what are you going to do?" Don't come here, come over again, the master will fight with you." ”

A strange smile appeared on Murong Changxian's face, and the more Jiang Xinyue looked at it, the more she felt terrible, and she retreated in fright. Murong Changxian saw him retreating, his fingers pinched, and a touch of spiritual light came out from his fingertips and dotted on Jiang Xinyue's forehead.

Jiang Xinyue shouted: "Okay, you old bull nose, you can kill and not be humiliated." Master, I will never grovel, I have the ability, you have a good time. ”

The aura between Murong Changxian's fingers slowly dissipated, and he slowly dropped his fingers, only then did he look at Jiang Xinyue and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't speak." Senior brother has just taught you the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique, you can take a good sense of it. Murong Changxian showed a look of anticipation, and his eyes stared at Jiang Xinyue motionlessly.

Jiang Xinyue glanced at Murong Changxian and said, "You didn't lie to me?"

Murong Changxian's fingers moved slightly, trembling a little. He still had a smile on his face, and said softly: "Of course Senior Brother won't lie to you, Senior Brother passed on to you the most powerful swordsmanship of the Mixed Yuan Sect, Xuanqing Taiji." ”

Jiang Xinyue saw that he didn't seem to be lying, and remembered that although Murong Changxian was crazy, he had never teased him, so he condensed his heart into the spiritual sea. A sword technique trick came to his mind, about a thousand words. Jiang Xinyue looked at the sword trick again, and only felt that it was extremely profound, mysterious and profound, and Jiang Xinyue seemed to be able to see the powerful sword intent revealed between the words.

"How is it, Senior Brother is right?" Murong Changxian asked with a smile on his face.

Although Jiang Xinyue knew that this swordsmanship was powerful, she wanted to deliberately anger him in her heart. He sneered: "This swordsmanship is not bad, but it is not excellent, it can only be said to be average." ”

Murong Changxian's eyes widened, and he pestered Jiang Xinyue and said, "Impossible, the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique is a supreme sword technique, how can it be ordinary?"

Jiang Xinyue was grabbed by Murong Changxian's shoulders with both hands, and the pain was incomparable. He frowned and said angrily: "There are so many powerful swordsmanship in the world, you are just sitting in a well and watching the sky." If I name one casually, it will be more powerful than the Xuanqing Taiji swordsmanship you said. ”

Murong Changxian left Jiang Xinyue's shoulder with his palm, shook his head and said, "Senior brother, you must believe me." The Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique is definitely the most powerful sword technique in the Mixed Yuan Sect, you must believe me. ”

Seeing that he cared so much about his opinion of himself and indeed carefully passed on the swordsmanship to him, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart, so he stopped talking back to him.

Seeing that Jiang Xinyue was silent, Murong Changxian laughed and said, "Hehe...... Senior brother, you must not be able to tell, right? Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique is a supreme sword technique, haha......"

Jiang Xinyue glanced at Murong Changxian, hating and angry in her heart. He thought that he had heard Zhao Tianxue say that the Thrilling Sword Technique was the first exercise of the Mixed Yuan Sect, so he sneered and said, "Hmph, just saying that the Mixed Yuan Sect has more than one kind of swordsmanship that surpasses Xuanqing Taiji, and no matter how powerful the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique is, can it compare to the Thrilling Sword?"

Murong Changxian snorted twice and sneered: "What about the bullshit Shocking Sword Technique, what is it in front of the Xuanqing Sword Technique?" Senior brother, don't worry. When you practice the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique, you will know what the Supreme Sword Technique is. ”

Jiang Xinyue said secretly: "This old madman also knows the Shocking Sword Technique, could it be that the bullshit Sword Technique he just passed on to me is really more powerful than the Shocking Flood Sword Technique?"

He was thinking about it, when suddenly Murong Changxian's face changed and he looked out of the door.

Murong Changxian smiled at Jiang Xinyue and said mysteriously: "Senior brother, someone is coming, don't tell others that I passed on the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique to you." ”

Seeing him say this, Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but speak: "I didn't let you teach me, you asked me not to say that I want to say it." ”

Murong Changxian looked panicked, and said in a low voice: "Shh, if you let them know that you have learned the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique, junior brother, you will be worried about that group of bad old men." ”

Jiang Xinyue didn't believe it in her heart, and glanced at Murong Changxian coldly. He heard movement outside the door, but stopped talking.

Someone outside the door said in a long voice: "Uncle Murong, disciple Yunyi asks to see!"

Murong Changxian's expression was indifferent, and he replied, "Senior nephew Yunyi, come in." ”

Jiang Xinyue saw five or six Taoist priests wearing crane robes walking into the main hall, and the old man in the green robe who had spoken to him before was also among them, holding a handful of dust whisks in his hands.

A black-faced Taoist walked over first, and spoke: "Uncle Murong, you must not pass on the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique to this young man." ”

Jiang Xinyue heard this person's voice, it was the person who claimed to be Yunyi outside the door just now.

Murong Changxian laughed and said, "Senior Nephew Yunyi, do you really think that the old man is old and confused, how could the old man pass on the Xuanqing Wuji Sword Technique to others." ”

Yun Yi listened to Murong Changxian's words, opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and looked at the old Taoist in Tsing Yi on the side.

The old man in Tsing Yi walked up to Murong Changxian and asked with a smile, "Uncle Shi, did you really not pass on the Xuanqing Wuji Sword Technique to this young man?"

Murong Changxian's face turned cold, and he seemed to be extremely unhappy, and said, "Why, Senior Nephew Yunyi doesn't believe what the old man said, and Senior Nephew Huanglong doesn't believe it either?"

Huanglong Daoren was speechless, nodded with an embarrassed expression, and said helplessly: "How could the senior uncle make such a joke with the juniors......?" It's just that the Xuanqing Taiji Sword Technique is a matter of the secret of the sect, and Master Murong must not pass it on lightly. ”

Murong Changxian snorted coldly and said, "There are only two people here, me and my junior brother, I won't leak it out." The junior disciple has not practiced any Xuanqing Taiji swordsmanship, so you don't have to worry. ”

The people of Huanglong Dao were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Jiang Xinyue. He said incredulously: "Uncle Shi, this young man is your junior brother?"

Yun Yi and the old Taoist priest on the side also spoke: "Uncle, master...... It's not a joke, it's not a joke......"

Murong Changxian's face twitched, and wisps of sword intent emanated from him.

Seeing this, the people of Huanglong Dao were startled, and their faces changed drastically.

Murong Changxian shouted, "What's the matter?

Seeing that he was angry, Huanglong Daoist hurriedly said: "Master Murong is angry, and the juniors don't dare." ”

Murong Changxian's expression softened and nodded slightly. He turned his head to look at Jiang Xinyue and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why haven't you come here to meet the head of the Mixed Yuan Sect, Senior Nephew Huanglong." ”

Jiang Xinyue walked over with a hard head and arched her hand: "Disciple Jiang Xinyue has seen all the uncles and uncles. ”

Murong Changxian snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "Senior brother, you shouted wrong. You are the same generation as me, and they should call you uncle. When you see Huang Long, you can call him the head of the family and your nephew. ”

Jiang Xinyue was stunned for a moment, and caught a glimpse of Huanglong Daoren and the others with ugly faces and whispered in a low voice. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "The first time I found out that there are some benefits to being the junior disciple of this old madman, hehe, I became the uncle of the head of the house for some reason, so if Zhao Tianxue sees me in the future, won't you call me Uncle Shi? Interesting, interesting." ”

Huanglong Daoren said with an embarrassed face: "Uncle Shi, this kind of joke is not allowed. ”

Murong Changxian glared at him and said, "When have you ever seen me make such a joke?" With that, Murong Changxian pulled Jiang Xinyue and glanced at Yun Yi and the others, and snorted coldly: "What? Do you look down on the old man? Do you want the old man to call you uncle, uncle?"

Huanglong Daoren, Yun Yi and the others looked at each other, and finally gritted their teeth and shouted at Jiang Xinyue: "The disciple has seen Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi ......"

Jiang Xinyue was still thinking in her heart just now that a high rank is a beautiful thing, but now she is called Uncle Shi by a group of old men with gray beards, old monsters, Uncle Shi, but she is a little embarrassed in her heart.