Time flies, year after year.

Ten years later, the edge of the cultivation out of the customs, Guanhui Temple Buddha sound lingering.

In another eight years, Xingluohai reappeared as a god monk, and it was Fan Xianshu.

Lingyu said to Xian'e: "Now I'm waiting for Dongming's side, I don't know when the opportunity will come." ”

The people of the Mandate of Heaven in Lingcang and Xingluohai have all turned into gods. The ghost emperor of Mingyuan, Xu Zhi told her, it should be in the past few years. Only Dongming's side is left, probably because of the race, which is slower than them.

Xian'e looked at the reckless wind and clouds in the sky and was silent for a long time.

She was looking forward to returning to that world, and had waited for too long, too long.

At this time, the Zixiao Sword Sect was surging, and the spiritual energy vortex was gradually taking shape.

There is no too fierce celestial phenomenon, which means that this is just a small promotion, however, the significance of this matter to the Zixiao Sword Sect is very important.

Xu Wei stood outside the sword test cave and watched Xu Zheng step out.

"More than one hundred and eighty years, you've spent too long." This was the first thing he saw Xu Zheng say.

Xu Zheng was silent. Once, Xu told him that he would only give him a hundred years at most, but he spent more than 180 years. Xu Shun has already given him the best exercises and environment, and if he can't do it, he can't argue with it.

"Give you three months, and after three months, it's the succession ceremony." After saying this, Xu turned around and left.

Xu Zheng was stunned: "Hey......"

Meaning, within three months, he will pass the test of the Guò Mountain Protection Array? He really wanted to protest, is there any humanity left? He had just advanced to the late stage, so he let him enter the mountain protection array? However, thinking of what Xu Wei said just now. Xu Zheng did not have the confidence to protest.

Possess the body of Kenshin. In the late stage of promotion, he almost exceeded six hundred years old. What kind of face did he have to protest? In the later period of Xu Wei, he was not even four hundred years old, and he is now ......

"You've turned into a god?" Xu Zheng shouted, looking incredulous.

Xu turned his head and walked away.

It's too slow!

After Xu Wei left, an old servant hurriedly came: "Childe! Seeing Xu Zheng, he cried with joy, "You are finally late." The Xu family is saved! ”

Xu Zheng's face sank: "How did you speak?" The Xu family didn't do anything! "Xu Wei has treated the Xu family well over the years, but he just didn't indulge their greed.

The old servant knew that he was speechless, and hurriedly said: "Childe, go and see the Sword Monarch, he ......"

The sword monarch that the old servant said naturally refers to Zhaoming Sword Monarch, and Xu Zheng's heart sank: "What's wrong with Jian Jun?" ”

Without waiting for the old servant to answer, Xu Zheng's sword aura was raised, and the two of them flew away towards Yingyue Valley.

When he arrived, the Valley of the Reflecting Moon was shrouded in a sad atmosphere, and a group of old servants surrounded the stone house silently wiping their tears.

Xu Zheng rushed into the stone house. shouted: "Sword Lord! ”

To his surprise, Zhaoming was sitting upright at the moment. In other words, he sat too upright, which made the clouds in Xu Zheng's heart even stronger.

He knew what was going on, and more than a hundred years later, the period of Zhaoming's sitting had arrived.

Zhao Ming sat cross-legged on the futon, with a straight posture and a solemn expression.

His appearance is similar to that of the once powerful Zhaoming Sword Monarch. His hair was gray, his face was loose, and he was so old that he didn't look like the handsome and arrogant Zhaoming Sword Monarch at all.

But today, he sat so straight, with a sinister look in his eyes, as if he had returned to the past.

"Sword Lord." Xu Zheng shouted softly and sat down in front of him.

Seeing him, Zhaoming's eyes softened suddenly: "You're late." ”

"Yes, I'm late." Xu Zheng's eyes moistened, this was the first time he had heard Zhaoming Sword Monarch speak to him in such a tone since the accident, "In three months, I will take over the position of Sword Monarch." In the future, I will also become a god. Sword Monarch ......"

"Crying for what?" Zhao Ming's voice suddenly became stern, "As a sword monarch, how can you be emotional? At this point, you are too far behind him! ”

"Yes." Xu Zheng held back his tears, "I will strive to become a qualified sword monarch and live up to your expectations." ”

"......" Zhaoming wanted to reprimand, but in the end he could only turn into a sigh.

He didn't know if he had succeeded or failed in his life. Xu Zheng finally became what he hoped for, and after being promoted to the rank of Yuan, he took over as the Sword Monarch, and he may turn into a god in the future. However, the process was far from what he imagined.

He even thought that the person who taught Xu Zheng to be like this was not him at all, but Xu Rui, who he tried his best to suppress. As he approached his sitting, his sanity returned, and he realized that he had miscalculated.

Xu Wei is not Xu Zheng's stepping stone at all, but his guide.

snatched the position of Sword Monarch from him, laid the foundation of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and finally handed it over to Xu Zheng.

Although the process was not what he liked, the result was what he hoped for.

Zhaoming smiled bitterly, who would have thought that Xu Yi would be promoted to the late stage at the age of four hundred, and even succeed in transforming into a god? brought him back at the beginning, just to give Xu Zheng a stand-in.

He wanted to explain something to Xu Zheng, but in the end he found that he had nothing to explain.

The Xu family, Xu Zheng will not take care of it. Zongmen, now better than when he was in power. Xu Zheng himself has grown faster than he imagined.

Perhaps, the greatest contribution he made to the Zixiao Sword Sect and to Xu Zheng was to bring back Xu Rui, right?

Zhaoming found that he had accepted this reality lightly. Perhaps, when people are about to die, they will really return to their original goodness.

After being silent for a long time, Zhaoming said: "Ah Zheng, you go and call him, I have something to say to him." ”

Xu Zhenglu hesitated: "Sword Monarch ......"

Zhaoming's face sank: "Go quickly!" ”

Xu Zheng was silent for a moment and got up: "Yes." ”

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he heard the old servants shouting in unison, "See Sword Monarch." ”

This Sword Monarch, of course, is not the Zhaoming Sword Monarch in the stone house. Xu Zheng saw that Xu Wei was already standing outside the stone house.

Xu Zheng retreated: "You come in." ”

Xu Wei didn't say a word and stepped into the stone house.

Without saluting or showing any anger, Xu Yi sat down in front of Zhaoming like an ordinary person who had come to see him.

Zhaoming looked at Xu Wei in front of him, he looked at it so seriously, if other people saw it, he was afraid that he would think it. He is the beloved grandson of Zhaoming Sword Monarch.

"Sure enough. Ah is like you a lot. Zhaoming sighed.

Xu Wei did not speak. He looked at Zhaoming's eyes, and there was no fluctuation. There is no resentment, no hatred, it seems that the previous grievances, he has forgotten jì.

"Do you still hate me?" Zhaoming asked.

Xu Wei said lightly: "What is there to hate? ”

Zhaoming smiled bitterly again. Yes, he has already avenged with practical actions, where is the need to hate? snatched the throne of the Sword Monarch and destroyed his confidence. Let him live in a daze for more than a hundred years. It's even more enjoyable to do that than to kill him.

Zhao Ming calmed down, turned his head and said, "Ah Zheng, you go out first." ”

Xu Zheng hesitated: "Sword Monarch ......"

"Let's get out."

Xu Zheng looked at Xu Rui, and then at Zhaoming: "Yes." ”

"You want to see me, what do you have to say?" After Xu Zheng left, Xu asked back.

Zhaoming said: "I should ask you this." Today is my sitting period, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask, otherwise you won't have a chance. ”

Xu Wei's eyes moved slightly. He saw in his look of clarity the meaning of his question.

"Are you really willing to say it?" He said slowly.

"Do you think I won't say it?" Zhaoming actually had a little smile on his face. In the past. It's almost unimaginable.

"Just because I thank you for showing mercy to the Xu family, and for teaching that kid to become a talent." Zhaoming glanced at Xu Zheng, who was standing at the door. He found that accepting Xu Shun and even bowing his head to him didn't seem to be something intolerable, at least he was doing it calmly now.

Xu Wei nodded and asked bluntly: "Who is the person who sued you about the secret technique of essence and blood exchange?" ”

Zhaoming Sword Monarch also replied crisply: "Tianjizi." ”

Seeing Xu Rui's expression of "sure enough", Zhaoming asked, "What, you have already found out?" ”

Xu said: "I was just skeptical before. The twelfth generation of Tianjizi is dead, and the clue has been broken. ”

Zhaoming was not surprised: "Those who dare to plot the destiny of heaven must have been prepared a long time ago." He paused and asked, "Can you tell me who you really are?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Xu Wei replied calmly.

Zhaoming said: "Where did your destiny come from? What is your relationship with Master Zu? ”

The ancestor of the Zixiao Sword Sect is also the ancestor of the world's sword cultivation, Ziying Tianjun.

Xu Wei said lightly: "If I say that I am Ziying, do you believe it?" ”

Zhaoming looked shocked, apparently he believed.

"You...... Are you the embodiment of the Purple Ying Heavenly Monarch? No, it can't be! Zhaoming intuitively denied it, "Master Zu cultivates the Ruthless Sword, even if you are an incarnation, it is impossible to go the other way." ”

Xu Wei didn't answer his question, he didn't need to explain his identity to Zhaoming.

Outside the stone house, Xu Zheng stood silently, looking down at his feet.

A swarm of ants crawled out of the grass, carrying a tiny grass fruit, and hurriedly squeezed into the crack in the stone.

Bees buzz by, busily collecting nectar among the flowers.

Birds chirp in the treetops, singing their most beautiful songs.

The world is alive and well, and he's about to face a death soon.

Xu Zheng found that he was not too sad, perhaps he had expected this day for a long time. Or, he felt that sitting down was not miserable for the Sword Monarch. Now that he is alive like this, the Sword Monarch will feel that life is better than death, right?

It's just that he finds himself with nothing to rely on in the end.

Jian Jun is about to sit down, Xu Wei will leave soon, and he, not only has nothing to rely on, but he also has to become someone else's dependence.

Xu Zheng clenched his fists and told himself that he could do it, and he would definitely be able to.

After a while, Xu stepped out and said to him, "Go in and give him his last ride." ”

Xu Zheng wiped his face and returned to the stone house.

In such a moment, Zhaoming grew older, as if hundreds of years of time were compressed into a moment, passing by on his face.

"Sword Lord." Xu Zheng called in a low voice.

"Don't be sad." This is probably the only time in Zhaoming's life that he has shown an expression that can be called kind, "In this life, Benjun has had a beautiful life, a happy life, an arrogant life, and a domineering life, there is nothing to regret." Just ......"

He remembered that on the lotus platform, Lingyu once asked him a sentence: Zhaoming, to this day, do you regret it?

At that time, he replied, why should he regret it?

Now that he was about to sit down, he reflected on the question and was honest with himself...... Perhaps, he still regrets it a little.

"Sword Monarch!" Xu Zheng shouted, watching Zhaoming quietly close his eyes.

A generation of heroes, the Zhaoming Sword Monarch who has suppressed Lingcang for nearly a thousand years, just gone. (To be continued......)

PS: The state is not very good yet, sorry, the hands are too slow......

This is more than yesterday.