The mountain behind Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the patriarch.

The soft sunlight shines on the majestic hall, which looks solemn and mysterious. The ancestral hall still looks gloomy, and the glimmer of those ever-bright lights and incense candles still pays tribute to the souls of countless ancestors of Qingyunmen.

Jiang Yuye stood alone in the open space in front of the ancestral hall, his hands were standing upright, his eyes were not shocked, as if the whole person was one with the world.

His face no longer has the vicissitudes and simplicity of the past, and what he has at the moment is just back to basics.

Behind him, in the shadows of the ancestral hall, there were two eyes, staring at him quietly. In the middle of the night, a figure slowly walked out.

It was the wrinkled old man, he slowly walked out of the shadows, sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall, his eyes stayed on Jiang Yuye's body, and after a long time, he nodded: "Yuye's realm has improved rapidly over the years, don't borrow your Zhuxian Ancient Sword to take a look." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yuye shook his head, and then said calmly: "It's all the master and the head master who are overpowering the crowd, otherwise how can this Zhuxian Ancient Sword be my turn?" ”

The old man looked at his young face, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This can be regarded as a benefit to my Qingyun Gate, but in addition to your progress in the past ten years, Lu Xueqi of Xiaozhu Peak is also only one step away from reaching the peak of Shangqing, and the swordsmanship she casts is very different from Qingyun, I think this should be your move to create zào on a rainy night, right?" ”

"Yes." Faced with such an inquiry, Jiang Yuye nodded without the slightest concealment: "The way of the sword, what is important is to conform or retrograde, my sword book was created through the previous life, and now there is another ten years and I have perfected it, but it is ......"

Having said this, he paused, and then a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes: "My sword canon can only be practiced by people with outstanding talents, and the heart, qualifications, and experience are all indispensable, so far except for Senior Sister Lu, there is no one in Qingyunmen who can learn." ”

Although these words were a bit ruthless, Jiang Yuye also knew that Wan Jianyi had always been concerned about Qingyun, otherwise he would not have stayed in this world for so long, and even failed to cross the tribulation when he finally set foot on the Kunlun Mountain, so that he had to wait quietly for death.

The old man waved his hand lightly, and then sighed: "Hey, after all, it is difficult for such a person to appear." ”

"It's been ten years, and in the blink of an eye, it's been another ten years. I don't have anything to teach you, now your Taoism, moves, swordsmanship, mind and experience are all under me, presumably the number of victories and defeats in the battle between the teacher and you is probably only five or five at most, so today the teacher is mentioning your last sentence, don't do anything that you regret in the future. ”

Let's talk about it.

Wan Jian thought for a moment and added, "I remember that there wasn't a woman named Baguio in the Ghost King Sect?" ”

"If you confront her in the future, try not to go against your own heart, after all, the sect only restricts most people, and a group of people like you who are fully capable of ascending do not have to abide by it."

"Of course, even on such a rainy night, you can't do something hurtful, otherwise even if you are a teacher, even if you are pursued to the end of the world, you will definitely be beheaded by the sword, do you understand?"

"Remember the teachings of the master." Jiang Yuye bowed and saluted, indicating that he had understood.

Wan Jian nodded and said, "Today, I heard that the new generation of outstanding disciples in Qingyun Sect are all gathered on Tongtian Peak, there may be something, there is also a word from Nagamen just now, you should also go." ”

"Yes, master."

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

Jiang Yuye saluted again, looked at the surrounding scenery, and finally Huo Ran turned around, straightened his body, strode forward, and left the ancestral hall.

The sun shone on his back, as if it was also a little dazzling.

The old man looked at his figure, stunned, and at some point, another figure appeared behind him.

"He's gone." The figure said lightly.

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, he slowly stood up, and turned his head to look at this person, the supreme head of the Qingyun Sect.

"Thank you." He said suddenly.

Hearing this, Dao Xuan also smiled slightly, and said: "Senior brother doesn't have to be like this, if you can comprehend something in the Zhuxian Ancient Sword on a rainy night, this is also the blessing of our Qingyun Sect." ”

"After all, isn't that Zhang Xiaofan of Dazhu Peak the same?"

"Yes, but as I said earlier, I don't want to tie him up completely on the Qingyun ship."

Wan Jian sighed lightly and slowly walked into the ancestral hall.

Dao Xuan Zhenren was silent for a moment, and slowly walked into the ancestral hall, in the middle of the main hall, in front of the spiritual platform where countless Qingyun ancestors were enshrined, the lights and incense candles were lit and flickered, and the faces of the people who illuminated them were also gloomy.

As soon as Wan Jian walked to the altar, he picked up a brand-new incense candle from the incense table in front of the altar, lit it on the other incense candle, and replaced the incense candle next to him that was about to burn out.

Dao Xuan Zhenren silently watched his slow and skillful movements, and suddenly said, "Senior brother, what do you mean?" ”

The old man did not speak, but took a step back, in the shadows, still holding the broken candle that had just been replaced. He raised his head and looked upward, the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Qingyunmen dynasties stood majestically in front of him, sacred and solemn, like a mountain-like momentum, as if overpowering him, a small person.

He was silent, didn't speak, just stared.

Dao Xuan Zhenren was behind him, and he couldn't see the old man's eyes at this moment, but he saw that the burning candle oil dripping from the broken candle fell on the dry palm of the hand, drop by drop, and then slowly solidified.

The palm of the hand also seemed to be trembling slightly.

Deep in the shadows, far away, there seemed to be a faint sigh.