On the top of Kunlun Mountain, covered with snow, the Frost Gate, which had been closed since three years ago, was finally smashed by someone with a sword from within! The sword qi was agitated, and in the midst of the frost flowers, a male cultivator walked out slowly on the frost all over the ground. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that his eyebrows were high, his eyes were deep and sharp, and his face was like a frost carving, with sharp edges and corners, and he was born with the momentum of a king who reigned over the world. Just one glance makes people cold to the bones, and an inexplicable oppression arises in their hearts.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Qingyan (Senior Brother) on getting out of the customs!"

Seeing that the male cultivator came out, the senior brothers who were waiting outside hurriedly congratulated in unison.

As a disciple of Kunlun's head and gate, Qing Yan, whether it is realm cultivation or talent, or even the identity of the head of the gate, is worthy of everyone to come here and congratulate.

Na Qing Yan had a handsome face, nodded and thanked everyone in Daohe, and didn't say much else. It wasn't until he saw Qingwu standing with a sword and waiting on the side that Qingyan showed a somewhat different look.

Qingwu looked at Qing Yan with a smile, "I didn't expect that in just three years, you have not only consolidated your cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, but also reached the middle stage of foundation building, which is really terrifying." ”

"Senior Brother Qingwu!" Qing Yan returned the salute, "I entrusted the matter to my senior brother before the retreat, I don't know what happened?" Qing Yan opened his mouth lightly, even if he asked, there was a cold frost breath in his voice.

"This ......" Qingwu brushed aside the hair hanging down from his forehead, and suddenly became a little cramped, "This matter is a long story, it is better for you to meet the master and uncle, and then listen to me in detail." ”

Seeing Qingwu like this, Qingyan already had a little vague suspicion in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it, so he had to nod his head and respond for the time being, and then ask Qingwu about the reason after seeing the master.

I saw Qing Wu slap the long sword in his hand, and took the lead in stepping on the sword and flying away, but Qing Yan put his fingers together, and the snow on the ground suddenly rose, condensing into an ice and snow long sword under his feet, and disappeared from everyone's sight with him.

"That's a freehand sword!" A disciple who was only twelve or thirteen years old exclaimed. "Didn't Master say that only monks with kendo can condense swords with their bare hands? Could it be that he has already comprehended his own kendo? ”

"New here," said one of the brothers, who appeared behind the little friar, patted him on the shoulder, "and you don't understand this." That is our Kunlun genius - Qing Yan, not only successfully built the foundation at the age of fifteen, but also realized his own sword before building the foundation. ”

"Where was the senior brother before? I heard Senior Brother Qingyan call him Senior Brother, so isn't he even more powerful than Senior Brother Qingyan? ”

"That one," the puzzled senior brother suddenly became a little serious.

"That one is a disciple of Elder Qianyuan, and he is going to kill by killing, and the long sword he is holding in his hand is the sword of killing that declares greatness, called "Three Thousand Kills",

"That's amazing!" The disciple exclaimed with envy, "I wonder when I will be able to have my own kendo?" ”

"Work hard, one day, you will have your own kendo!" The senior brother looked in the direction where Qing Yan disappeared and said slowly, I don't know whether to tell the little disciple or to himself.

In the mottled indoor with bamboo shadows, Zhengyuan sat cross-legged on the couch, looking at the chess game in front of him and frowning and thinking.

Outside the window, a waterfall is flowing down, the pine waves swing slightly, the fish and wild deer shuttle in the meantime, Zhengyuan pinched up a white piece in the chess basket, placed it on the chessboard, and made a soft sound of "pop".

Zhengyuan held the son again, but this time what he pinched in his fingertips was a sunspot, it turned out that this Zhengyuan was playing with himself.

The wind blew Zhengyuan's pale hair, and the light smoke in the incense burner was faint, but he stood still, just pinched the chess piece in his hand, thinking about how to drop another piece. The look of being troubled by the chess game in front of him is like an ordinary being in the world.

What Qing Yan saw when he came in was such a positive yuan. Such as Tian Jiaweng, such as a guest in the forest, such as the appearance of all living beings, it is really difficult to see that this person is the head of Kunlun, and the power of the god period - Zhengyuan.

"Master", Qing Yan slowly stepped forward and bowed.

Zhengyuan waved his hand casually, signaling Qing Yan to step forward and take a look.

Qing Yan nodded, stepped forward slowly, and saw that on the chessboard, there were dense chess pieces, black and white, two big dragons, entangled and fighting in a state of stalemate.

"Qing Yan," Zheng Yuan looked at the chess game and spoke, "Do you think this white and black son, which side can be better?" ”

Qing Yan calmly returned, "Qing Yan doesn't know. ”

"What is Knowledge? What is not knowing? Do you really not know, or do you know but don't say it? Zhengyuan pinched the chess pieces in his hand and knocked them on the chessboard.

"Qingyan, do you remember what I said when I accepted you when I got started."

"Qing Yan remembers that the master once said that the inkstone is black and the Qing is white, don't let Qing Yan lose his heart and confuse black and white."

"You clearly saw the decline of Baizi just now, why didn't you say it?" dropped the chess pieces in his hand, and the sunspot ate half of the white in a blink of an eye.

Qingwu thought that until the end of the chess game, there would be no victory or defeat, and as long as there was still a son, there would be no winning or losing. Master's chess game is not over yet, so Qingwu doesn't know. ”

Zhengyuan was about to make a gesture, and he couldn't help but pause, he looked at the chessboard in front of him, and seemed to look elsewhere through the chessboard.

"Qing Yan, what is a sword?"

"The body is open with two blades, the body is straight and the head is pointed, the horizontal and vertical can hurt people, and the stab can penetrate the armor. Dangerous and abnormal, born to kill, this is a sword. Qing Yan looked at the withered chessboard and returned.

"Then what is kendo?"

"I don't know."

"The sword is a weapon held in the hand, and the Tao is the spirit of the sword, the spirit of the sword, and the foundation of the sword. The so-called kendo is not so much a way as an obsession! ”

Zhengyuan dropped a chess piece, and his voice came slowly, "If you have persistence in your heart, you can be fearless as the sword blade points to!" Those sword cultivators who can't find their own body of the sword, or the way of the sword that eventually collapses, are just losers who are not strong-willed and deny their own obsessions, and the sword is just a weapon in their hands, a dead thing, and they will not touch the edge of the avenue for the rest of their lives. ”

Zhengyuan looked at Qing Yan who was standing respectfully on the side, "The sword is born to kill, but my sword path is to guard, do you know why I accept you as an apprentice?" ”

"I don't know."

"If you talk about talent, although your ice spirit root is rare, Kunlun also has disciples with the same talent as you, if you talk about mental nature, it is not very suitable for you to have a hidden demon barrier in your heart. The reason why I have taken you as an apprentice is that I have seen in you the same way of the sword as I do. ”

"The same kendo?" Qing Yan stared, "The disciple is unknown, how can there be the same sword path?" ”

"As the so-called avenue is fifty, the trail is three thousand, and it is not surprising that there is the same way of the sword. My sword path starts in Kunlun, Kunlun is immortal, and my sword path will last forever! ”

Zhengyuan looked at Qing Yan, who was thinking secretly, and his sharp eyes went straight to the bottom of Qing Yan's heart.

"Qing Yan, do you know that obsession is also the root of the devil! If there is a **** who can't control your obsession, you will only ruin yourself! ”

"Qing Yan!" Zhengyuan said word by word: "Can you stick to your obsession!" ”

"My obsession ......," Qing Yan muttered, and there seemed to be a moment of confusion in his eyes.

Can I hold on? Qing Yan asked himself.

"Eleven, you are a brave man, you will become a son of heaven and earth in the future, I don't ask you to become a powerful monk who calls the wind and rain, I only ask you to live a peaceful and joyful life, and the world is stable......"

The scene when Yan Jiu tied his hair appeared in front of Qing Yan's eyes, as if it was yesterday, the words were breathtaking, and the sound was deafening.

"Eleven, you have to remember that you should never veto your own decisions, the choices you make first are usually the best for you."

The confusion in Qing Yan's eyes dissipated, and there seemed to be a cold light flashing in Qing Yan's eyes.

"Go back to Master, disciple can!"

Qing Yan looked at Zhengyuan and returned word by word, as if this was an ordinary sentence, carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

Zhengyuan nodded with satisfaction, and smiled slightly on his face full of wind and frost, Zhengyuan seemed to see himself at that moment.

"Zhengyuan, can you guard Kunlun?" On Kunlun Mountain, in front of the heart refining platform, the monk in a feather coat asked the child beside him.

"Go back to Master, disciple can!"

This blinking kung fu has passed thousands of years, and the little boy has become the head of Kunlun.

Zhengyuan sighed faintly in his heart: Master, I did it, but I can only do it here.

Zhengyuan put a green jade carved token on the small table, and then said, "This time, you are already a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and it is time for you to go down the mountain alone to practice, and there is a secret realm to open in two months, you take this jade card, and go in to experience it." ”

"Yes", Qingwu stepped forward to take the green jade order on the table, only to see that on the green jade carved token, the small word "Lintian" was engraved.

Seeing Qingyan take the token, Zhengyuan waved his sleeves and gave an eviction order, "Your senior brother Qingwu has been waiting outside for a long time, you can retreat." ”

After bowing, Qing Yan quietly retreated, and the entire inner room returned to its previous silence.

Zhengyuan pinched the white son in his hand, and after thinking about it for a long time, he landed on the chess grid, and the addition of this white piece made the whole withered white child come alive in an instant, and the black piece finally went to the decay after the prosperity......

Qingwu leaned under the corridor with his eyes down, and what he was holding in his arms was the famous "Three Thousand Kills", the wind blew the hair hanging down from his forehead, and the pair of sword eyes hidden behind him revealed sharp edges and corners.

Seeing Qing Yan come out, Qing Wu opened his eyes and took the lead in speaking, "The master ordered me to send you down the mountain, and you asked me to inquire about it before the retreat, and we talked while walking." ”

Qing Yan nodded, and asked in a cold voice: "Senior Brother Qingwu, I don't know how my sister is doing?" ”

"To tell you the truth, I don't have a trace of news about Yan Jiu." Qingwu looked at Qing Yan and told the truth.

"After you asked me to inquire about Yan Jiu's current situation before the retreat, I went to Yan Mansion in Burning Flame City for a special trip, but the entire Yan Mansion was in ruins, and Yan Mansion was removed from Burning Flame City overnight."

Qingwu paused, and then said, "I once found the servants of the Yan Mansion who witnessed the situation that day, and learned from them that it seems that the head of the family, Yan Qing, had a conflict with the Yan Mansion housekeeper, and after Yan Qing killed the Yan housekeeper, Yan Qing disappeared. Along with Yan Jiu and two other Yan family disciples, they also disappeared. ”

"Judging from what they described, I suspect that Yan Qing may be an evil cultivator, or that she has practiced the exercises of an evil cultivator. Yan Jiu's disappearance may also have something to do with it. I once asked a friend of Tianji Pavilion to deduce a hexagram for Yan Jiu, although the hexagram is confusing and cannot be surveyed, but what the hexagram shows is that Yan Jiu's life is worry-free. ”

The two of them have traveled to the Kunlun Mountains at this time, Qing Yan raised his head, the book has the word "Kunlun" two words of the quaint mountain gate, with a certain avenue rhythm, standing majestically for thousands of years, as if the eternal has not changed.

Yan Jiu, is this why you asked me to come to Kunlun?

Qingwu looked at Qing Yan beside him, Yan Shiyi, who pretended to be a girl back then, has become the leader of the younger generation in Kunlun! And all this is just because of Yan Jiu.

No one knows better than himself the importance of Yan Jiu to Qing Yan, the Qing Yan who can kill "himself" with a sword for an illusory figure on the road of heart refining.

Now it's grown up......

Qingwu patted Qing Yan's shoulder and comforted, "Yan Jiu has no news, but it is the best news!" You don't have to worry too much, you can always run into it in the future. ”

Qing Yan nodded, "Thank you Senior Brother Qingwu for helping to investigate this matter, if there is anything in the future, please tell me."

"They are all brothers in the same sect, so they don't have to be so outside." Qingwu looked at the foot of the mountain hidden in the clouds and mist, "Send you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye in the end, this is the way down the mountain, I hope to see Qingyan junior brother again, it is already a complete sword and a real person of Qingyan who has condensed into Jindan." ”

Qing Yan nodded, hugged his fists and said goodbye, only to see him put his two fingers together, and a sword light came out slowly, taking him and disappearing into the sky.

"That's not right," Qingwu blew the hair on his forehead, "Without news of Yan Jiu, shouldn't you be anxious and worried?" Could it be that the monks of the Ice Spirit Root are all such a cold temperament who does not like things and does not feel sorry for themselves? ”

Immediately, Qingwu shook his head and denied this speculation, "This Qingyan doesn't care, it should be hidden deeper!" However, there are some things that are not good the more you hold back, and you need to know that there is a limit to everything, and once the boundary is crossed, it will burst out like a volcano."

Qingwu smiled and looked into the distance, at this time, thin clouds were rolling up in the sky, as if a wind and rain were coming......