The ancient country of Danan, the Sword Sect of the Changchun School, is located on the snow mountain, the heavy snow has not stopped falling for many years, but there is no half of a snowflake between the large pavilions and tiles on the top of the mountain, and there are even unusually lush green plants in the park. Between these hundreds of pavilions, there was the tallest nine-story tower, and the ninth floor was where the main hall of the Sword Sect was located. In the main hall of the Sword Sect, there is no supreme seat, and there is an empty hall, and a big incense burner is placed in the middle. There were also three Sword Sect elders sitting cross-legged in white robes, with long hair like feathers, pale as snow, and even their beards were white. These three people seem to have been gathered here for a long time.

In the middle of the ring, an old man opened his eyes and said, "How long has Gui Xuan been gone?"

When the other two old men heard this, they retracted the divine consciousness released from their bodies, and they all opened their eyes one after another. The one who spoke just now was the Sword Sect Sect Master Guixu, and the other two were the Third Elder Guiyuan and the Fifth Elder Guijing.

The five elders replied, "I left three days ago, and it has been three hundred and sixty days now. ”

The Sword Sect Sect Master nodded before he got up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back. From this point of view, what can be seen is the development of the Sword Sect for hundreds of years, hundreds of pavilions and houses, and thousands of people cultivating themselves here.

"Senior brother, why don't you mention that incident?" Gui Jing replied and then asked, half puzzled. But the words were half loud, and I didn't hear a reply. The third elder beside him, Gui Yuan, got up at this moment, walked to Gui Jing's side, patted him on the shoulder with deep meaning, and said, "The begonias in our human world have bloomed. Hearing this, Guijing answered, and got up to go with the third senior brother. But Guixu turned to the side of the window at this moment and said, "Let Youxuan come over." ”

This statement seems to be very embarrassing for the two of them, and it is difficult to bear it. The Fifth Elder returned to the purity and said, "Senior Brother, he is your personal disciple!"

Guixu turned his face sideways, and his eyes looked out of the window again, at this moment, he seemed to have really aged a lot, in time he had already lived for hundreds of years, and in time he had already gray hair, but only at this moment, that kind of powerlessness and helplessness, let him, a sword immortal cultivator, be sealed into the immortal book of the strong, and he was also powerless.

Seeing the senior brother answer, the five elders returned to the net and said, "He is ......"

"The sect intended! The five elders insisted. Before he finished speaking, Gui Xuan suddenly interrupted, and his voice blessed the mana, if it weren't for the fact that this hall had a barrier threshold, I am afraid that the entire Sword Sect would be able to hear it by all ten thousand people. But at this time, he just wanted to tell Guijing that he had made his choice.

Guijing was very angry, but because of his identity, he couldn't resist, but he didn't want to insist. His face was flushed with urgency.

"Fifth brother, I know that you take Xuan'er as a parent, but I am not. But you have to know that the heavens are the devils, and the demons are the heavens, and under the power of the heavens, what can you do with you! What can I do with you! Although our Sword Sect has all ten thousand monks, it is also an egg hitting a stone!" Guixu said as he walked towards Guijing.

"I want to see Xuan'er for the last time. Guixu looked at Guijing, and after speaking, he turned around and walked to the place where he had crossed his knees before. "If it comes from wrong, it will inevitably return to wrong. Fifth brother, you go, take him to the main hall, and see him for the last time. ”

In the Sword Sect, in the martial arts training ground, there were a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children practicing the basic sword style early on. The so-called return of ten thousand swords to the sect, thousands of moves and thousands of styles are just in the same line, and the foundation is the most important.

The person who led the training, twenty-four or five years old, wore a white robe, was not crooked and cracked, obese or too thin, well-proportioned, dignified, holding a wooden sword in his hand as a handle, demonstrating the basics of swordsmanship. Every sword, every style, seems to be understated, casual, never too much, and there is no shortage of them.

"Uncle Xuan, you slow down, we can't keep up. "The speaker was a teenage girl named Yin Jiu'er, the youngest of the seventeenth generation disciples of the Sword Sect. looks petite and cute, and is quite loved by uncles and sisters.

"Little junior sister told you to slow down! Sister Youqi, Uncle Xuan won't teach us to play alone!" This one who was also in his teens, named Yin Zheng, was helping Yiyi wipe his sweat at the moment, and shouted while wiping it back, just to be a little protector for his little junior sister.

As soon as the words came out, they caused a resonance:

"Uncle Xuan doesn't want to teach us. ”

"Uncle Xuan is a big villain again!"

"I hate Uncle Xuan!

"I'm going to teach us again...... Woo~"

This time, the sword dancer is too big, he is not very good at taking children, but the master gave him such a task, think about a group of teenage little kings and eight lambs, all of them are not easy to mess with, as long as they are not happy, they will recruit the little junior sister, and they will ......

"Fu Tian, what do you want! I can't teach you the basics! Teach well, otherwise I will deduct three spirit stones from you this month. "In the middle of the sound, a fairy flew in the sky, and her appearance must be the kind in Fu Tian's mind, but in character, he is still very envious of Yin Zheng, a little sister, who is so cute and gentle.

"Sister Youran, we don't want him to teach, he just takes care of himself. At this time, Yin Jiu'er, the gentle little junior sister in Fu Tian's mind, said.

Fu Tian's mind darkened, and he shouted at the fairy in the sky: "I'll tell you! I'm their uncle now! Don't call me by my name!" But Fu Tian's mind turned, and he secretly transmitted through his divine sense: "You always call me mortal name, don't you like me!"

However, the reply I received was: As a senior brother of the sixteenth generation, you think it is suitable for the Xuantian Realm, even my little junior sister has turned into the spiritual realm!

Futian:!@¥@¥%#%¥%

Of course, Fu Tian knew that his little junior sister was only eighteen years old, and she was a genius who had never been seen in the history of the Sword Sect, if she was counted according to her talent, this group of little ones would really step into the Xuan Body at the age of thirteen...... Although it is impossible that not everyone can be so gifted. But it does hurt Futian's self-esteem. You must know that he has been the elder brother of the sixteenth generation at the age of 25, but his cultivation has just broken through the Xuantian realm, which can be regarded as breaking the history of the sect, and it may even be the history of the Changchun faction......

Of course, Fu Tian was not in the mood to continue training these children, but now that a fairy from the sky had been staring, he had no choice but to pick up his sword and prepare to teach from scratch.

But at this moment, another person in the sky stepped into the air and came this way. Stepping directly into the air without using the Edgeworth, at least it is the cultivation of the god transformation stage. Fu Tian had never cared about the future of the Xuanling Realm, he only knew that there were only three elders who could step into the air. None of the others could. So when Lao Yuan saw it, he hurriedly bent down to his luggage, knowing that although he couldn't cultivate, these three elders didn't say anything to himself, just like his own son.

At this time, not only Futian, but also Qiqi descended from heaven to the earth, stood with Futian, and bowed. The person who came was none other than the five elders who had returned to the purification. However, Guijing's face was not good-looking, and he looked very weak, but there was no obvious injury on his body.

"Again. Guijing fell to the ground, walked to Fu Tian, and slowly raised Fu Tian's hand and held it in his own hand. Fu Tian raised his head and saw that the Fifth Elder had been looking at his hands, although his face was a little ruddy, it was not good-looking, and he even felt that the Fifth Elder seemed to be crying, and his eyes were still red. Elder Wuwu said again at this moment: "Follow me." ”