Xuan Bo Late. The 131st head of Tiancang Mountain. Also known as the benevolent saint. It's the opening of Mt. Amakura. One of the longest-serving leaders.

No one remembers when he came to Mt. Tenkura. If you check the books. Maybe you can turn to a few words. He has at least experienced the period of great change in the Warring States period.

The love of his life. That is, the mother of Wen Yuan Zhenren. It's his younger sister. Her nickname is Wan'er. Very elegant and ordinary name. But Wan'er and her people are very arrogant. It's not as careful as the night.

From childhood sweethearts to walking together. Success will come when conditions are ripe.. Logical. Not everyone's love calamity is a death calamity. That period was the period when the Xuanbo Late Exercises were the most rapidly progressing.

But Wan'er gave birth to a child. Began to age rapidly. One month from green silk to white head. Wrinkles crawl all over the cheeks. Looking at the infant child. Wan'er's originally lively personality began to become gloomy.

This is a very rare and strange condition. The medicine stone is spiritless. Although for Wan'er, who is also an immortal cultivator. Her age at that time was in terms of human life. You can indeed enter the coffin. But it is a fatal blow to Wan'er, who has always been young and beautiful.

The husband is handsome and dashing. The child is waiting to be fed. And she's become a rickets.

Wan'er finally chose to commit suicide. Hanging from the beam and dying. Xuan Bo was still looking for elixir for her at that time. I blamed myself when I heard the news. Heartbroken.

The death of his wife is his fate. But he eventually came to his senses.

Compared to those who have not experienced the separation of life and death. People who have experienced it and can still let go. It's the real enlightenment.

When Shan Xuan heard about this from Wen Yuan's real person later. Sigh. Wan'er compared to her mother Shan Hua. There is no such thing as who is more pitiful or who is luckier.

She only asked Wen Yuan Zhenren." Master. What is my death?"

Wen Yuan Zhenren did not answer. At that time, Shan Xuan knew it clearly. Wen Yuan Zhenren's death was first Shan Hua. Later became herself. But what is her death. She was curious.

Shan Xuan is confident that she will not kill her master. Just as Wen Yuan is really confident that he will not live up to Shan Hua.

That. When Wen Yuan Zhenren returned to Changle Hall from the head of the sect, Rensheng. Shan Xuan changed into clean clothes. Facing a depressed lotus pond. Hair messy by the wind.

When Wen Yuan Zhenren got close to her, there were only two or three steps left. Shan Xuan just reacted." Yes. Master, you're back."

The head of the house, Rensheng, said a lot to Wen Yuan Zhenren. But when Wen Yuan Zhenren asked him what he said to Shan Xuan. But the head of the benevolent saint did not sue him.

At this time. It's getting dark. It's cold outside.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Yuan Zhenren asked.

"Didn't see anything. I'm in a daze." Shan Xuan finished speaking. He knelt down straight." The futile child knows that he is wrong. Let Master punish him."

That's what she prepared for herself. Wen Yuan Zhenren took a half step back slightly. He remembered that he didn't seem to have so many rules before." Let's get up first."

"Master doesn't forgive me. I don't want to come up."

"I don't forgive you. You can still come back to the Changle Palace."

Shan Xuan glanced up. At this time, Wen Yuan's real face was handsome. There are two black stakes on the smooth chin.

"I can't pay it back." Wen Yuan Zhenren said. And he turned around." Come in with me."

Wen Yuan Zhenren took Shan Xuan into the side hall. A charcoal fire was lit. Shan Xuan rubbed her frozen hands. Only then did I realize Master's kindness.

"Come and sit."

Sit on the mat. Wen Yuan Zhenren poured two cups of hot tea from the teapot on the table. Hand Shan Xuan a cup.

Shan Xuan holds the cup. Thank you.

Silent.

Although Wen Yuan Zhenren has a lot to say to Shan Xuan. For example, ask her. With the Demon King's Death. What have been done. Or ask her. The wound has not been treated. I still want to talk to her. Something will happen later. To be the first to sue sù yourself...

Shan Xuan didn't know if she was nervous. It's still hot. It didn't take long for the cheeks to be rosy.

"Rest early." Wen Yuan Zhenren sighed slightly. And he stood up.

Shan Xuan also thought that the master would have a lot to teach her. At least a few words of caution. As a result, Wen Yuan Zhenren left without saying anything. Shan Xuan was a little lost.

By the third day. Xiao Han. The twenty-third of the twenty-four solar terms of the lunar calendar. It is also the fifth solar term of winter.

Choose this day. Burn the magic sword.

Punishment is good. Vigilance is also good. Shan Xuan was specially told that she must go to watch. And the other disciples. He was told to stay in his room.

The location is in the open space outside the Demon Tower. After all, it's the quietest place. It is also the safest. And the burned furnace used the Ugin alchemy furnace.

The people who were there. In addition to the three saints and ten elders. There is only one Shan Xuan.

Then. The Demon Sword, the Frosty Sword, and the Thunder Fire Sword all fell into the pool at the same time. Shan Xuan didn't have time to pick it up in time. The Frost Sword and the Thunder Fire Sword were only sent to the Changle Hall yesterday afternoon. Wen Yuan really changed hands and returned it to Shan Xuan.

At this time. When the head of the sect Rensheng took out the magic sword. Shan Xuan didn't know what it was like in her heart.

She watched from afar, alone. There were only five people standing around the Wujin Alchemy Furnace: the head of the sect, Rensheng, Wenyuan Zhenren, Elder Si Xing, Elder Si Wei, and Elder Si Jian.

Guess it's probably a five-element formation. The Confucian saint and the other elders were not far away. In case you don't need to.

Place the magic sword in the Ugin Alchemy Furnace. Pinch spell casting. Soon a pale blue-purple flame ignited.

Shan Xuan felt more and more sad in her heart. Both for her and for the dead. Or maybe it's the magic sword. In short, the mood is not good.

Originally thought . Refining the Demon Sword. The rest is just a matter of time. Didn't expect. The Ugin Alchemy Furnace suddenly began to tremble violently.

The other elders were on guard. Transmit spiritual power and true qi to the five people who cast the spell. Almost everyone is involved in going up.

Shan Xuan felt more and more anxious. She seems to have become an ant on a hot pan. I also walked two steps left and right.

'Bang'. The lid of the Ugin Alchemy Furnace was blown off. It fell to the ground and rattled a few times.

The magic sword is bound in the air. Below it is a scorching pale blue-purple flame. I struggled twice with a left and right thrust. The magic sword can't be freed. It's the end of the crossbow.

"Master." Shan Xuan suddenly lost her voice and screamed. Sound fall. He vomited a mouthful of blood with a 'poof'.

Everyone was amazed. Especially Wen Yuan Zhenren. Immediately stopped casting.

The Confucian saint immediately took his place. Wen Yuan teleported to Shan Xuan's side. Shan Xuan is crumbling. She already understood what was wrong with her. Fingers outstretched. Shan Xuan weakly pointed to the Wujin Alchemy Furnace. Magic Sword..."

Shan Xuan seemed to be inadvertently in her. It's already in touch with the magic sword. If the sword is destroyed, the man will die. What she felt at this time. It was clear that she was going to be burned alive by the fire.

Wen Yuan Zhenren frowned. I looked at the magic sword. I looked at Shan Xuan again. Reached out and held Shan Xuan's hand pointing at the magic sword. Got it back.

Shan Xuan understood what the master meant. Leaned on Wen Yuan Zhenren's body. I closed my eyes. Enduring the burning pain all over my body.

There is a faint smell of wine on Master's body. The aroma of peach blossom wine. Peach blossoms in February. Probably also has the smell of mom.

Shan Xuan felt very relieved. I didn't feel scared at all. It's just a little uncomfortable. Physical discomfort.

Wen Yuan Zhenren helped Shan Xuan sit on the ground. Just a month or two. The magic sword can be used by Shan Xuan freely. Wen Yuan Zhenren thought it was very strange. Not to mention the realm of the same mind. That's in such a short amount of time. Something simply can't be done.

I thought it was someone's idea to fight the magic sword. Catch a dead man. That conjecture was further confirmed. As a result, Shan Xuan said that it was not instigated by Yu Yin.

That faintly perceptual bad premonition. It looks like it's about to turn into a crazy eyelid jump.

"Wen Yuan." The head of the house, Rensheng, yelled.

Wen Yuan Zhenren reacted immediately. I saw a wisp of black mist. Straight at him. Handy is a protective cover. Whatever it is. There is absolutely no chance of getting close.

What can surprise Wen Yuan Zhenren is. That wisp of black mist. It was like an off-string arrow that went straight through the shield. Pierced into Shan Xuan's body.

"Hmm" Shan Xuan said in pain.

She was trying to be patient. I don't have any precautions against what's going on in the outside world. Until a wisp of cold air rushed straight to the center of her eyebrows. It's as if a lot of ice water has been forcibly poured into the body. Suddenly the blood and heartbeat froze.

The feeling reminded her of the time when she was struck by a headless ghost in Blackstone Mountain. Pretty much the same feeling. Only this time it's more painful.

Wen Yuan real person reacted. It's too late to strike again. Can only watch. That wisp of black mist. hovering over Shan Xuan's forehead. A black imprint was formed. Obscuring her original elongated blue-and-white mark.

"Xuan Wenyuan. Benjun uses the last wisp of demon soul. Curse that you will be killed by the hands of the people you love the most." Shan Xuan's mind suddenly popped up with such a sentence.

Wen Yuan Zhenren immediately passed on some true qi to Shan Xuan." Shan Xuan. Cheer up..."

Shan Xuan felt a lot better. I heard Master's voice again. It's like a thousand miles away. Listen to your ears. And it's unusually clear.

Opened his eyes suddenly. Wen Yuan Zhenren was taken aback. Her eyes were red.

"Shan Xuan." Wen Yuan Zhenren whispered.

Shan Xuan pushed her hand and slapped it on Wen Yuanzhen's chest. Wen Yuan was defenseless. This time he was pushed to the ground a meter away. Spit blood in the mouth.

This is definitely not Shan Xuan's strength. Wen Yuan Zhenren is very convinced.

Shan Xuan is like a puppet puppet. Staring intently at the magic sword, he slowly stood up. Wait until you get closer. With a wave of your hand. Such as madness more transit. The spell was terminated.

But Shan Xuan just stretched out his hand to the magic sword. Raging red flames. Wrapped around the body of the magic sword. The Ugin Alchemy Furnace was melted into a pool of copper water in an instant.

What's going on. This is not the mana that Shan Xuan can have. The person in front of him is definitely not Shan Xuan. Because it is impossible for Shan Xuan to hurt her master.