On the Qingqiong Sword, there was a sudden surge of extreme brilliance, and Yun Xingtian's sluggish expression also moved, and a scream belonging to the Qingqiong echoed in the valley. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Whoosh" Before Yun Xingtian could come back to his senses, the Blue Dome Sword had turned into a streamer and flew away.

I saw the Blue Dome Sword stop abruptly in the center of the lake, and under Yun Xingtian's incomprehensible gaze, it suddenly rushed into the lake, and suddenly, the entire lake was dyed cyan by the Blue Dome Sword Light, and countless brilliance bloomed out from the surface of the lake.

"Blue Dome?!" Yun Xingtian shouted loudly, and just a few breaths after his voice fell, a tumbling sound was immediately heard under the water surface, and the blue light in the center of the lake condensed and rushed out of the water.

"Wow!" "Wow!" A clear cry spread across the lake, and if you look closely, a baby gently wrapped in the sharp sword light of the Blue Dome Sword and appeared in front of Yun Xingtian's eyes! Seeing this scene, Yun Xingtian was shocked, and he, who was already exhausted, suddenly straightened his waist.

The Qingqiong Sword flew steadily in front of Yun Xingtian, Yun Xingtian had already understood, and reached out to take the baby carried by the Qingqiong and hugged it into his arms.

At the same time that Yun Xingtian took the baby, the sword light of the Qingqiong Sword instantly converged and disappeared, and it seemed to become a piece of mortal iron, and the sword was lusterless, and it fell to the side weakly, so far, the Qingqiong Sword could not be self-contained, until Ran Hanchuan held a sword cut out by the Qingqiong that day, and it was silent for a total of thirteen years.

Holding the baby in his arms, Yun Xingtian's bitter face finally showed a smile. "What a big fat boy, hahaha!"

Yun Xingtian knows that from now on, he is the only reliance on this baby in the world, and he must cheer up!

"Ran Hanchuan?" Yun Xingtian recognized this jade pendant, which was carved by his eldest brother and sister-in-law with a lot of effort, including the jade itself, which was the best in Shangcheng.

"Ran Hanchuan, good, good, hahaha!"

Ran Hanchuan and Xie Guhan were silent at the same time for a long time. Ran Hanchuan recalled the story that Hua Chengfeng told him at the beginning, the story of his parents and Yun Xingtian, the change that took away Ran Hanchuan's rights as a son.

"You, do you believe it?" Xie Guhan turned around, paused word by word, and asked solemnly.

Hearing this, Ran Hanchuan was shocked. Do you believe it? Three words, but they rang in his heart like a morning bell. He never knew whether to believe or not, when he heard about these parents, he only felt an indescribable sadness, his father had long since died, and the killer of his father was actually his own mother, and in the end, even his mother fell off the cliff, and there were no bones. If ordinary people told him this kind of thing, he would only think it was ridiculous, but this was what his grandfather Hua told him! Although Ran Qitian was born in Cangqing Pavilion, Hua Chengfeng later included Ran Qitian in the main peak and cultivated him as the next head. As the master of Ran and Yun, how can Hua Chengfeng joke?

But Xie Guhan, the question of these three words aroused Ran Hanchuan's doubts about what happened back then for the first time.

"To believe, to believe or not to believe, is just a choice." Xie Guhan looked at Ran Hanchuan and said, "I hope that in the future, I can hear your answer." ”

"But I can tell you that I don't believe that!" Xie Guhan continued to speak, and his words made Ran Hanchuan suffocate again.

"Do you know that your father was born in my Cangqing Pavilion, and do you know that I am your father's senior brother?"

Ran Hanchuan was stunned for a moment and shook his head honestly.

Xie Guhan snorted lightly and said, "Your father was watched by me since I was a child, he is by no means a person who dies so easily, and on the day of your parents' wedding, I was also invited to be there, I know what your mother is, how could she poison your father and Yun Xingtian's kid?" ”

After a pause, Xie Guhan continued: "Sixty percent of those rumors come from Yun Xingtian's description, and the truth of them is probably only clear to Yun Xingtian in this world. ”

Ran Hanchuan nodded in silence and said, "I know, if Uncle Yun shows up in the future, I will definitely ask him." ”

"I always feel that Yun Xingtian is hiding something, he is even avoiding you now, and he doesn't know where to go, there must be something strange in this!" Xie Guhan said in a deep voice.

"However, these things are your own business, and what I am going to tell you today is not this."

Ran Hanchuan was puzzled and asked, "I don't know if Uncle Xie ordered his nephew to come today, what important things do you order?" ”

"What I'm going to tell you today is about the Blue Dome Sword."

Ran Hanchuan quietly listened to Xie Guhan say slowly......

Speaking of the Blue Dome Sword, we must first mention the Xuanzhen Peak Cangqing Pavilion, one of the five pavilions of Xuanyu Pavilion. The reason why Cangqing Pavilion is called "Cangqing" is because of the two famous swords hidden in the snow of Cangqing Pavilion. One is the "Cangyan Sword", and the other is the "Blue Dome Sword". Among the twenty-one generations of disciples of Xuanyu Pavilion that have been passed down to the present, the Cangyan Sword was inherited by Xie Guhan, the twenty-first senior brother of Cangqing Pavilion, and the Qingqiong Sword has never met a sword master who can fully control its power.

Ran Qitian, as the Tianjiao of Xuanyu Pavilion and Yunxingtian, inherited the Qingqiong Sword, and with his proud qualifications, he actually comprehended the Qingqiong Sword Move, which had been lost for nearly a thousand years, and finally made the Qingqiong Sword, which had been silent for thousands of years, famous again in the world.

"Now, the Blue Dome Sword was awakened by you five years ago, when I was apprenticed before, I wanted to take you under the sect, but I never thought that you unexpectedly chose the head of the senior brother as a teacher. But the green dome must have an owner, and as the master of the green pavilion, I don't want it to be dusty. ”

"Since Qingqiong woke up because of you, then, you should be his master." Xie Guhan's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ran Hanchuan.

Ran Hanchuan's heart moved, "Uncle Shi, what do you mean?" ”

"Five years ago, Mengshu Zhong helped you temporarily manage the Qingqiong Sword, but in fact, it was put back into the Cangqing Pavilion, and when you can barely control him, you will be allowed to inherit this famous sword."

Ran Hanchuan was puzzled: "Why, couldn't I control the Blue Dome Sword five years ago?" ”

"The creation of heaven and earth, turning decay into magic, any divine weapon has a chance to give birth to a unique spiritual wisdom, only the birth of the instrument spirit recognized by you, the master, can make a divine weapon exert its true power."

Ran Hanchuan nodded as if he didn't understand, and Xie Guhan said again: "So you would never have been able to control the Qingqiong five years ago, because the Qingqiong has a spirit." ”

Following Xie Guhan, he walked up to Cangqing Pavilion, Ran Hanchuan followed behind him, and the two walked to the fourth floor. At the end of the wooden staircase leading to the fourth floor, a portal blocked the way. On the plaque on the door, there are two carved big characters "Cangqing", these two words are vigorous and powerful, and under closer inspection, it looks more like they were cut directly with a blade.

Xie Guhan raised his head, glanced at these two words, turned to look at Ran Hanchuan, and said, "You go in, the fourth floor of Cangqing Pavilion has always been the place where Cangyan and Qingqiong hide their swords." You are in here, and you have a better chance of seeing the Blue Dome Sword Spirit. ”

After speaking, Xie Guhan walked past Ran Hanchuan and walked down the Cangqing Pavilion by himself, and after a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and admonished: "Boy, if you can really control this Qingqiong, no matter what the Qingqiong Sword Spirit wants, you can quickly come out for me, don't tear down my Cangqing Pavilion!" ”

After hearing this, Ran Hanchuan nodded lightly at Xie Guhan's back in astonishment.

Beyond the Howling Wind Mountain, there is a large forest. There are few people in this wilderness, on the side of the path, wild grass is overgrown, a few hares squatting on the edge of the grass, suddenly, a few hares bright red eyes look at the distance of the road, a figure slowly walked, suddenly these hares startled, disappeared into the grass and disappeared.

The figure gradually approached the Howling Wind Mountains, and it was a handsome young man, with a face like a crown of jade, delicate and elegant, with his hair tied behind, looking full of energy, dressed in sackcloth and simple clothes, carrying a scabbard on his back, and showing a rather capable posture under his weak face.

The young man looked up at Jun Heavenly Peak, his clear eyes could not tell what he was thinking, and after a while, he continued to walk leisurely in the direction of the Howling Wind Mountain Range.

The fourth floor of the Cangqing Pavilion, the place where the sword is hidden.

In the room, there is a bronze lamp with a gluttonous inscription relief in each corner, at this time, the four oil lamps have been lit by Ran Hanchuan, and the dim lamp faintly overflows this small room, in the center of the room, there are two sword bases made of meteoric iron, one of the sword seats is empty at this time, and the other sword seat is inserted in the blue dome sword that Ran Hanchuan has not seen for five years.

Ran Hanchuan walked to the sword seat, with the mentality of trying, held both hands on the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out hard. "Zheng", in the middle of the Qing Ming, a sharp sword with a whole body of dark blue appeared in front of Ran Hanchuan's eyes. Ran Hanchuan looked at this Qingqiong Sword carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see anything strange about this sword. It's just a piece of mortal iron!

After thinking about it for a while, Ran Hanchuan suddenly thought of an idea, and after concentrating, he used the "Dust Wind Jue" to carry out his cultivation, wanting to see if there would be any difference by transferring spiritual power to the sword body.

However, when the spiritual power passed through the meridians, reached the hands and was about to rush to the sword, Ran Hanchuan clearly felt that the direction of the spiritual power transmission seemed to hit a solid wall, as if water could hardly soak like iron no matter what, and it felt like he was blowing into a small sealed hole, holding it in a ball without an inch.

Ran Hanchuan suddenly felt depressed, and a ball of spiritual power was blocked on his hands, neither advancing nor retreating. Ran Hanchuan was already annoyed, coupled with the fact that his spiritual power had nowhere to go, his cultivation was still shallow, and he didn't know how to operate the power of cultivation freely, so he suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword he was holding, and his hand was clenched into a fist, and suddenly a ball of white light surged into his fist, and there was a faint breeze lingering, and he subconsciously hammered it towards the Qingqiong Sword that had just fallen to the ground.

"Ahh

"Ouch!"

Two voices rang out in the room at the same time.