The weather was gray, and in the early morning of the Burial Sword Sect, the fog was extremely large, covering all the peaks with a thin layer of green mist, making the Burial Sword Sect look like an isolated Immortal Sect. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There are diligent disciples who get up early to collect dew, there are disciples who get up early to suck the essence of heaven and earth in the morning, and there are disciples who get up early to collect herbs to refine pills.

Each of them had different looks, and they were all busy in their own ways, ignoring each other.

And suddenly, the entrance to the mountain descending in the woods flickered.

Suddenly, almost all the disciples stopped their busyness and looked at each other with surprise in their expressions.

The Burial Sword Sect has strict rules that you are not allowed to go down the mountain without permission, and generally the people who go down the mountain are all elders in the sect.

These ordinary disciples naturally don't have the opportunity to meet those high-ranking elders on weekdays, so they want to take this opportunity to witness the demeanor of the elders and go back to show off with their friends.

But the people who walked out of the entrance were startled, and their expressions were joyful with a hint of jealousy.

The person who walked out of the entrance, dressed in a white robe and carrying a cyan flying sword behind his back, looked extremely indifferent, he glanced at those disciples lightly, and then withdrew his gaze indifferently and walked towards the house.

"Isn't he Ning Wushuang?"

"I heard that he went out for a trial a few months ago, and he will be able to cultivate when he comes back."

"When he tested his talent before, he caused a sensation in the entire Burial Sword Sect, and now that he is back, he must have caused an uproar again."

"But isn't it, I really don't know why the sect master didn't let him cultivate in the first place, if he was allowed to cultivate, I'm afraid he would have been the first person of the younger generation of the Burial Sword Sect by now."

"Yes, the first person of the younger generation will not be in the hands of the general who has no one in his eyes."

"Don't say it, Jiang Shui Han has a lot of eyeliner in the Burial Sword Sect, be careful that you break your tongue."

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These ordinary disciples, who were originally reluctant to deal with each other, couldn't help but discuss it the moment they saw Ning Wushuang.

After all, when Ning Wushuang tested his talent when he was six years old, he really caused a sensation in the entire Burial Sword Sect, even if Ning Wushuang's talent was average, but the perseverance of insisting on reaching the top in those ten years was enough for them to admire.

The words of these ordinary disciples, Ning Wushuang naturally heard them clearly, if it was before, he would be proud.

But after this Nanzhou experience, his heart has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

He returned to the house, pushed open the threshold of the courtyard, and saw familiar places.

He looked at the empty and silent courtyard, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

The things around are still there, but the people are long gone.

Tears involuntarily said that Ning Wushuang's cold cheeks fell to the ground and made a snapping sound.

Ning Wushuang didn't wipe away his tears, letting the tears run down his cheeks, he slowly walked into the house, and after looking at all the rooms, he sat down on the table and chair in Xu Qing's room, looking at the ground with a dull gaze.

At this moment, a breeze blew gently in front of the door, and a figure appeared at the door.

He was still dressed in purple, but he seemed much haggard compared to a few months ago.

He walked up to Ning Wushuang's side, patted Ning Wushuang's shoulder, and tried to make himself smile and said, "Little junior brother, you're back." ”

Ning Wushuang raised his head, there was some bloodshot in his dull gaze, and the next moment, a drop of blood and tears dripped out.

"Big brother, I'm sorry." Ning Wushuang still couldn't hold back in the end, the torment and pain in the past few months, people who have not experienced it, naturally don't understand.

Ning Wushuang didn't dare to close his eyes every day, because as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind would appear as Xu Qing gently dying in his arms.

Jiang Xuan's heart was heavy, and tears fell quietly at this moment, he patted Ning Wushuang's shoulder, and said in a heavy tone, "If you cultivate hard, you won't live up to the kindness of your senior sister." ”

Ning Wushuang nodded with tears in his eyes, but a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to kill Baishuang even more strongly in his heart.

"Since you are back, it means that the Earth Heart Fruit has been obtained, and today you are also a little tired, and tomorrow you will hand over the Earth Heart Fruit to the sect master, and he will arrange for you to cultivate......" Jiang Xuan urged his spiritual power, steamed his tears dry, and said to Ning Wushuang.

But halfway through his words, his body shuddered, and then his expression darkened, "Why is she so stupid?" ”

The reason why Jiang Xuan's expression was gloomy was because he found that Ning Wushuang had already cultivated, and it was not difficult to guess that it was Xu Qing who did it.

With a long sigh, he withdrew Xuan from his palm, and said earnestly to Ning Wushuang, "I'll go back first, junior brother, remember, don't try to resist Baishuang." ”

Ning Wushuang's body trembled, and he didn't understand why he said this, but a trace of anger rose in his heart, and he was angry at Jiang Xuan's cowardice.

Jiang Xuan looked at Ning Wushuang's expression, sighed slightly, waved his robe, and walked away.

Ning Wushuang was stunned, his eyes narrowed, flying in the air is something that only monks above the Dan stage can do, obviously Xuan's cultivation has already reached the Dan stage.

And what made Ning Wushuang stunned was not the problem of cultivating Xuan, but that he remembered what Jiang Xuan had just said, and even Jiang Xuan was afraid of the white frost, which meant that the white frost's cultivation was extremely high.

But this does not change Ning Wushuang's inner murderous intention towards Baishuang, but makes Ning Wushuang's desire for strength more intense.

A cold glint flashed in Ning Wushuang's eyes, his face gradually returned to indifference, and at the same time, he got up and walked towards the caves of the Burial Sword Sect.

The disciples who can cultivate in the cave mansion are all elders of the Burial Sword Sect or Tianjiao.

Ning Wushuang ignored the gazes cast by the ordinary disciples around him, and he walked straight towards Xu Qin's cave mansion.

It seemed that she had expected Ning Wushuang to come, Xu Qin waited at the entrance of the cave early, and the moment she saw Ning Wushuang, she pursed her lips nervously, and her eyes became tender.

And when those ordinary disciples saw Xu Qin's expression, they immediately beat their chests, their expressions were full of unwillingness, Xu Qin was a first-class beauty in the Burial Sword Sect, and she was their dream lover.

And Xu Qin is extremely cold on weekdays, but now that he is shy, the disciples naturally see that Xu Qin likes Ning Wushuang.

But they were just quite unhappy in their hearts, they didn't dare to make any moves, after all, Ning Wushuang's talent back then was enough to make them ashamed.

"Senior brother, you're back." When Ning Wushuang walked over, Xu Qin spoke nervously.

The reason why she likes Ning Wushuang is not because of Ning Wushuang's talent, but because when Ning Wushuang was still young, Xu Qing took Ning Wushuang to his family once.

At that time, she was still a chubby girl, and she was often skinned by the children of the clan, and at that time, Ning Wushuang stood out for her, and it was also at that time that Ning Wushuang was deeply imprinted in her heart.

Now that more than ten years have passed, Xu Qin has been slim, and Ning Wushuang naturally can't distinguish the original Xu Qin, and at the same time, Xu Qin has long been forgotten.

But Xu Qin never forgot Ning Wushuang, in order to see Ning Wushuang again, he insisted on coming to bury the Sword Sect to practice despite the obstruction of the family elders.

So the first time she came to the Burial Sword Sect to see Ning Wushuang, her heart stayed on Ning Wushuang's body.

"Senior Sister Xiaoqing......" Ning Wushuang's cold words were a little choked.

Xu Qin naturally knew what Ning Wushuang meant, her eyes were a little ruddy, and she looked at Ning Wushuang with some distress.

"Senior brother, come with me." Xu Qin sobbed and said, she was also very sad about Xu Qing's death.

Ning Wushuang's expression was still cold, but in his cold eyes, there was gradually a trace of tiredness.

Ning Wushuang followed Xu Qin into the cave mansion, and the next moment the door of the cave mansion was also closed.

When the surrounding disciples saw this scene, they were furious, but they could only dare to be angry but did not dare to speak, and finally left angrily.

Xu Qin took Ning Wushuang and walked through the entrance to the valley, only to see the scenery change in front of him, and the sound of gurgling water came from his ears.

The two of them swam in the ocean for a while, and finally appeared in the same cave where they had been.

The two barely rested for a moment and walked out at the exit of the cave.

The two appeared at the foot of the waterfall that rushed to the sky, and not far in front of them, there was a tombstone.

Next to the tombstone, an old man and a tricolored elk sat quietly.

The moment Ning Wushuang saw the tombstone, his body trembled, and without saying a word, he rushed to the tombstone and knelt down.

He didn't speak, tears were left involuntarily, and at this time, a thousand words could not express Ning Wushuang's mood.

The old man looked at Ning Wushuang, who was in tears with tears streaming down his face, sighed, and was silent and did not disturb Ning Wushuang.

At the same time, he stood up, took the tricolor elk, and walked along.

"Let him be quiet with her for a while." The old man looked at Xu Qin and said with a sigh.

Xu Qin had already burst into tears at this moment, although she wanted to be by Ning Wushuang's side, but in the end she left with the old man.

Ning Wushuang just sat quietly, didn't say anything, and sat quietly for three days.

Three days later, Ning Wushuang stood up, and at this moment, his expression seemed to be even colder.

He looked at the old man not far away, clasped his fists and kowtowed, "Master, the apprentice is not here to see you, but I hope you will forgive me." ”

The old man waved his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "It's okay, it's enough for you to have me as a master in your heart." ”

Ning Wushuang reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and then left the valley without looking back.

Xu Qin looked at Ning Wushuang's cold back and couldn't help crying again.

She knew that Ning Wushuang was still angry with her, because she didn't tell Xu Qing that the person who was going to assassinate him in the first place was Xu Qing.

"Don't be sad Qin'er, I believe that one day, he will understand your hard work." The old man comforted Xu Qin and said.

Xu Qin nodded, but the loss in her eyes couldn't be hidden, she got up and kowtowed to the old man, "Qin'er also went back." ”

The old man nodded, then sighed softly and watched Xu Qin leave.

And when Ning Wushuang walked out of Xu Qindong's mansion, Jiang Xuan appeared in front of him.

"Little junior brother, it's time for us to go see the sect master." Jiang Xuan's expression was complicated, and then after Ning Wushuang nodded, he rolled up his sleeve robe, took Ning Wushuang with him, and flew towards the Sword Tomb Peak.

The peak of the Sword Tomb has always been very mysterious, and only some elders know about its structure.

There are countless flying swords around the peak of the Sword Tomb, and among these flying swords, a quaint building is built.

In this building, there is a person living in it, and this person is the Burial Sword Sect Sect Sect Master Bai Shuang.

Jiang Xuan and Ning Wushuang fell in front of the door of this building, and at the same time clasped his fist in front of him and kowtowed, "Disciple General Xuan, take Ning Wushuang to ask to see the sect master." ”

"Come in." A cold, domineering voice came from the house.

Jiang Xuan took Ning Wushuang into the house.

This house is not big or small, there are twelve sets of tables and chairs on both sides, and on the front of the table and chair, a white-haired middle-aged man closes his eyes and crosses his knees.

The moment he saw this white-haired middle-aged man, Ning Wushuang's expression became hideous, he gritted his teeth, his eyes showed endless hatred and shouted, "White frost! ”

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