Elder Bai cleared his throat twice, making sure everyone's eyes were on him, before he spoke slowly.

He likes the feeling of being in the limelight, and he also likes to share his experience with these lovely posteriors in front of him, although they are just listening to stories, but as long as they can think of a little bit when something happens, maybe they can save their lives.

He spent the first half of his life fighting for this sect, and most of the second half of his life was the same. He loved it more than he loved his life.

"Little guys, if you want to say that the most lively thing in recent times is, of course, the martial arts competition. You little birds in the cage should also know that the senior brother in your mouth won the first place in the youth file of this martial arts meeting, and you little guys should learn from your senior brother.

This matter is the honor of my Shushan Sword Sect, and you probably have heard the cocoon in your ears. Why do I still talk about it when I used to be funny?

You're concerned about who gets first. And Elder, I am very different from you, a big event has happened in the Wuhui, what is the matter?

The Wu Jingsheng I told you about almost collided with the powerhouse of the Ghost Sect, and in your eyes, they didn't fight, what is the big deal?

No, that's wrong. Wu Jingsheng is a generation of peak legends, you look at his nest in front of the people of the Ghost Sect, this can set off a monstrous storm in the hearts of our people.

Wu Jingsheng's prestige doesn't need to be said, I am majestic in your eyes, but I can't hold up three moves in his hands.

This is also the first time that the powerhouses of the six cities have shown their majesty, and the rivers and lakes will not deceive me. It is said that the six cities are backed by mountains, and they are all branches of the top forces in the upper realm, and the masters who have risen in our eyes are all small shrimps in the upper realm, so why don't they directly sweep the world, and they are the only ones? Why is there an end dynasty?

These days, I've looked through countless books and made reasonable assumptions. Their strength can't be shown on our side, mutual containment, the coercion of heaven and earth, they can't ignore the way of heaven, so why do they shrank their heads in the nether realm and become people? It must be that the nether realm has what they need.

It's resources, it's finding geniuses.

I'm not raising the prestige of others, why did our Sword Sect change its name to 'Shushan Sword Sect' five hundred years ago, we are also a force with roots.

Many of you don't understand this, but from these deeds, as well as the wind faintly heard on the rivers and lakes, this calm rivers and lakes may be about to start to mess up.

Small, the Sword Sect is your safe haven, but if you want to achieve something, you still have to go out boldly, isn't human cultivation just to seek longevity?

Of course, you are still young, but your senior brother should now go out and walk the world.

You will think that the rivers and lakes are in chaos, and it will not affect such a strong sword sect, but who can be alone in the turbulence. Elder Bai had a slight worry in his eyes, and looked at the children in the audience who were not interested, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, what do these words say to some children? If it weren't for Li Taibai here, he wouldn't have said it.

Seeing Li Taibai's thoughtful eyes, he was overjoyed, his status was not enough to know too many deeds of Li Taibai, but he really liked the little guy who was kind to others, and he didn't want him to be confined to the sword faction, jumping out of this Wang Xiaojing, which is what a genius should do.

Seeing that Li Taibai listened to it, he also took advantage of the situation to transfer the problem.

"Tell me what you little ones are interested in! You're all aiming to ascend, but where does Ascension go?

My faction has always been in contact with the Upper Realm, and after ascending, it will directly join my Sword Sect in the Upper Realm, where there is chaos, and there are unknown dangers hidden in the chaos, among which there are forty-nine continents of different sizes.

The environment of each continent is different, the continent is entrenched in sects, dynasties, and families, and there are powerful forces that even occupy several continents, and my sword sect also has a number of forces in that realm.

It is rumored that this is not the end of the road, and he can fly to a super continent called 'Ten States', and what is there, the old man is not very clear.

Let's talk about things that are closely related to you, the realm of warriors.

Wuhou has a spirit, and legend has a god.

From the beginning of Wuhou, he absorbed aura and broke through the realm, but when he reached the realm of legends, it was different.

Legend is a feng shui ridge, at this time, a person will be born in his mind, can exude spiritual sense, under the shroud of spiritual consciousness, your every move is under his gaze, how can you fight with him......?

Nangong Fan sat at the end, listening to Elder Bai's words, his eyes fluctuating.

Elder Bai turned from his own thinking to the rivers and lakes, to the realm, and even to some of the things he had experienced and heard about the rivers and lakes, no wonder so many young disciples would come here to listen.

Of course, these children are actually just here to listen to all kinds of stories in the rivers and lakes.

Also, it is still too difficult for these children to analyze these deeds.

However, some of Elder Bai's words caused waves in Nangong Fanxin's field, although most of them were empty talk, but some of the common sense in this world and the complexity of the affairs of the rivers and lakes still benefited him a lot, and he even had a feeling that he had personally experienced many things.

Everyone should keep a back hand, and don't panic if someone poisons you......

It's a cliché, but it's evocative.

As for the chaos in the rivers and lakes, in his mind, it doesn't have much to do with him.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but think far away, so did the six cities have a super powerhouse who could compete with the Heavenly Dao of this realm and show all their strength? Thinking that when the second senior brother sent him to Pluto, crossing the plane and the galaxy was almost like an ordinary walk, the second senior brother should be able to do it, right? And the blood demon hidden in his stomach should be able to do it before his death, right?

After all, they are all super strong people who have left their names in the history books.

......

Four months have passed in the blink of an eye.

These days, Nangong Fan follows Jian Lao to various parts of the Sword Sect every morning to clean the fallen leaves with a broom, in fact, he is learning Jian Lao's sweeping technique to comprehend the "Basic Sword Technique".

Even if Nangong Fan asked for the book of "Basic Sword Technique" from Li Taibai, he thought that he had already understood it thoroughly, and every time he watched Jian Lao sweep the floor, he still gained a lot.

After lunch, he either practiced swords alone in the small courtyard, or he played Xingyi Boxing, and he would never give up until he was made to a point where he had no strength.

In the evening, he sometimes drank two cups with Li Taibai, and then sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and practiced all night.

Life is monotonous, except for the daily growth of aura and the gradual proficiency of the "Basic Sword Technique" can bring him boundless comfort, the only thing left is boundless silence, like a bird in a cage, yearning for freedom, but unable to spread its wings and soar.

And he is also like a marginal person in the sect, his grandmother doesn't hurt, his uncle doesn't love him, and even the morning exercises that the inner disciples need, no one has ever supervised him. Even the sword elder who was in the same courtyard as him never talked to him in a word.

His reputation has gradually spread within the Sword Sect, but it is not a good reputation, every time he passes by the crowd, he can faintly hear, "the waste man who cleans the garbage", "the successor of the crazy old man", these mocking words.

At the beginning, Nangong Fan's mind would fluctuate slightly for these words, and he gradually got used to it. On the contrary, he sometimes laughed at the ignorance of many disciples of the Sword Sect in his heart, if they knew that they would have an epiphany if they followed the sword elder and swept the floor, they would be so angry that their intestines would be repentant, right?

Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

On a vacant land with no man.

Nangong Fan leaned on the giant tree that was bigger than his body for an unknown number of circles, the light snow covered his body, and the flowers around him were full of flowers, and there was a fragrance coming to his nose.

This made Nangong Fan's mind slightly condensed, this was the first time he had left his master to spend the New Year outside, and it was also the first time in the past two months that he had emptied himself, not thinking about cultivation and sword training.

The fusion of intersecting memories makes him an alternative Kurosawa, but Kurosawa's memory is also the first time to spend the New Year outside Dragon City.

He silently looked at the end of the red makeup, with a thick longing in his eyes, and he didn't realize it on weekdays, when others were busy and happy for the festival, the boundless loneliness quietly spread in his heart, making him almost suffocated.

Missing is an extremely important part of everyone's life, and it is because of missing that many people move forward bravely, and they will burst out with tenacious vitality in desperate situations.

I miss my relatives every festive season.

And Nangong Fan's own relatives really don't know who else he has except for the master who raised him. Why should they abandon themselves? Are they doing well?

The blood demon seemed to feel his thoughts, and for the first time in the sword sect, he came out of the sea of Nangong Fan's knowledge, and his small figure sat on Nangong Fan's shoulder, and there was a slight fluctuation in his eyes, he lived for an unknown number of years, and a retreat before his death may be tens of thousands of years ago, but the first New Year since his awakening still made his Gujing Wubo's heart ripple with a trace of waves.

Even Ao Canglan had appeared for the first time from his dantian, and her golden-blue scale armor was so smooth that even snowflakes couldn't stay on it for a moment.

Nangong Fan poured sake into his mouth and kept whispering, "Master, you are accompanied by the sixth senior brother, you won't be lonely, right? Auntie, there are so many people in Heifu, you should be very happy today, right? And Qinglian'er, will you go boating alone? But I really miss you!"

Princess Tsundere's small body squirmed on Nangong Fan's body, as if to relieve his sadness, Nangong Fan smiled and stroked her slightly bulging head, "Little princess, when will you grow up?"

In the deep mountains, a person, a dragon and a virtual shadow huddle together in this lonely place to keep warm, and there is a faint warmth in the loneliness.

The sword sect in the distance, and the lively Modu at the foot of the mountain are extremely far away, very far away. It's like being in two different worlds.

On this day, Nangong Fan was drunk in this empty and uninhabited realm, and the tsundere princess had been dancing around Nangong Fan after a little bit of wine, and her body, which was smaller than Nangong Fan's arms, had indescribable agility.

The blood demon did not ridicule Nangong Fan's loneliness, but there was a slight indescribable loneliness in his eyes, silently accompanying Nangong Fan, he didn't dare to miss his relatives, masters, and disciples, which would only bring him scars that were difficult to heal.

But from time to time, he involuntarily thinks of the bits and pieces of his time in the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, his eyes are sad, and he is even a little loveless.

Why are you still alive?

Why is he the only one left to live?

Only when the blood demon turned his gaze to Nangong Fan, who was fighting with Ao Canglan, did he have a trace of spirit in his eyes, a trace of the monstrous flame that he should have, a trace of fire in his cold soul, and a rekindle of fighting spirit in his sad heart.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Beasts cannot die in his hands!

The blood demon shook his head and chuckled twice, "After all, he's just a child, you can't push him too much, let him relax today!"

Nangong Fan can sleep, he can't, he will never lose half a point of vigilance.

The blood demon could only look in the direction of the small courtyard in the back mountain boredly, and there was a trace of thought hidden in the depths of his eyes, "Sword aura, who is this sword old man?"