Today's Zhuhai Sword Pond has only a few second-generation disciples left; This kind of sect of the commander of the light pole, in the eyes of others, is basically equivalent to existing in name only! But in fact, as long as there are these second-generation disciples, plus Yue Haishan's residual power is still there, the Zhuhai Sword Pool may return to the way it was before Shen Gui arrived at any time.

Therefore, Zuo Qiuliang's move to return the master's token now is not to get rid of this mess; but sincerely wants to abdicate and make way for Xian.

This left head can be called a miscellaneous family, no matter what astronomy and geography, medicine and astrology, calligraphy, painting and poetry, song and dance, etc., etc., but all those things that are called by name, there is no one who can't do it! Coincidentally, such a miscellaneous family who has studied ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, east, west, north and south, just can't be the head!

However, after Yue Haishan died of illness, none of the thirteen sons of Jianchi could take on this responsibility! The elder brother chased the thief with the ancient ring, and finally disappeared from the end; The second brother and the fifth brother won the championship with a sword and finally died; The third brother and the eleventh brother have traveled all over the world and have not been heard from for many years; The seventh brother is not good at words and has always ignored mundane things; The tenth brother was infected with tuberculosis and unfortunately died young; The twelfth brother taught himself light skills and fell off a cliff, and as a result, he fell into a paralyzed man; Although the remaining four juniors are all keen on taking care of the affairs of the sect, the three juniors have always formed a group and rarely interact with other juniors; And the heartless rectum Zi Hongfeng, although Zuo Qiuliang is reassured enough; But if his fiery temper is concerned, if he becomes the head of the house, then the eight hundred disciples up and down the Zhuhai Sword Pond will really not be able to live in peace for half a day......

Therefore, Zuo Qiuliang took over the ancient ring as the head of the house, which was simply a matter of catching ducks on the shelves; And even after he sat in the position of the head of the house, except for the beautiful stuffy gourd of the seventh brother, no one in the entire sword pool took his words seriously!

Of course, although Hong Feng's attitude towards the ninth junior brother is not very polite, he has such an attitude towards everyone, even when his mentor Yue Haishan was alive, he was not big or small, so of course Zuo Qiu Liang would not be as knowledgeable as him......

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaolou back then, before leaving the Sword Pool, also made a grand wish in public: those who do not become the Heavenly Spirit Vein will never return to the Zhuhai Sword Pool.

The reason why he has such a strong motivation is not because he has a competitive temper, but because he can't do it. Because after Yue Haishan's death, Zhuhai Sword Pool, which is recognized as the number one sword sect in the world, has become unworthy of its name!

At that time, the Heavenly Spirit Veiners were not as rare as they are today; According to rumors, whether it is Zen Buddhism or Xuanmen, there are people with heavenly spirit veins who are not known to outsiders. Therefore, if this Bamboo Sea Sword Pool is without the Heavenly Spirit Vein, it will not be long before it will begin to decline and decay!

Originally, the pillar of this 'Enlightenment Town Sect' should be picked by the senior brother Gu Jie, because whether it is martial arts talent or orthodox inheritance, he is the best candidate; it is a pity that Gu Jie is really disgusted with the atmosphere of the black miasma in the faction, and at the same time, he met his true daughter Su Yiqing......

Once this young man falls in love, he can't count on anything serious!

The responsibility of this ancient precept sect and the responsibility of establishing a household naturally fell on his head Jiang Xiaolou. Because judging from the cultivation of the exercises at that time, among the thirteen sons of the sword pool, except for the senior brother Gu Jie, he was the strongest in terms of comprehensive strength! In other words, he, Jiang Xiaolou, is the mortal who has the most hope of becoming a Heavenly Spirit Vein!

After Yue Haishan's aftermath was dealt with, Jiang Xiaolou escaped into the thousands of mountains of Bashu Road and began to enlighten. At that time, Yue Haishan and Qianjiang watched the tide for 20 years, and finally realized the avenue; And he, Jiang Xiaolou, also wants to look at the mountains for 20 years like his ancestors, to see if the heavens will favor him Jiang Xiaolou, and whether he will pity Zhuhai Sword Pool!

The black flying rabbit walks, and the years are like a shuttle; He, Jiang Xiaolou, really appeared in front of all the juniors and disciples in time when the Jianchi Mansion was about to collapse, and also rekindled the last ray of hope in the hearts of the three old, weak, sick and disabled!

Jiang Xiaolou looked at the thin and short fourth brother Zuo Qiuliang in front of him, and his eyes were also a little red! Although he is his elder brother in seniority; But when it comes to actual age, he is only one year older than his senior brother Gu Jiexu, and he is more than ten years younger than this sad and sad Zuo Qiuliang!

He reached out and picked up the Qingmang Sword that Zuoqiu Liang held high above his head, and drew a figure of eight in the void very slowly; The two swords swung out slowly and gently, and there was a dull sound of sword roaring, which shook Zuo Qiu Liang's ears and buzzed!

After Jiang Xiaolou pulled out a sword flower with a slightly rusty technique, he held the master's relic, the Qingmang Sword, in his hand uprightly, and looked at it with a complicated look for a long time before handing it back to Zuo Qiuliang:

"Ever since I left the Sword Pond and fled into the mountains, I haven't used a sword again! Moreover, this Qingmang Sword is a relic of the master, and it is also the identity certificate of the head of the Sword Pool, since you are the current head of the Sword Pool, Fourth Brother, then this thing should also be kept by you......"

"Third brother! I don't want to ......"

"If you don't want to be the leader, you have to be too! Because of what the master taught me back then, now that I have forgotten everything, how can I teach the younger disciples? Besides, even if you went to enlightenment back then, and I came to sit in the sword pool, I would definitely not be able to compare to you! ”

Zuo Qiuliang turned his head to look at the burned ruins outside the window, and instantly became ashamed, with a trace of dazedness in his eyes, I don't know if Jiang Xiaolou is talking back and teasing himself......

"Third brother, take a look! This piece of ruins is the hard work of my Zuoqiu Liang and the way I repay my master's kindness...... There are more than 700 disciples of the third generation of Jianchi, as well as the sixth, eighth, and thirteenth brothers, all of whom have all died in the hands of Zhu Yuntao, although they are to blame, but after all, as the head, I still have an unshirkable responsibility! If you let it go, then the foundation that the master worked hard for half a life to create will all be ruined in my hands! ”

What he said was really heart-wrenching and sincere; directly drank Hong Feng and Ding Xue next to him, and also brought out two lines of tears of shame and embarrassment...

"Hey...... Fourth, seventh, and ninth brothers...... Have you ever known that the master and his old man have always been alone, but why would they create this Bamboo Sea Sword Pool in the land of Bashu? ”

This sentence can be regarded as stunned these three people who are drowning in pain!

What is the problem? Aren't all the people in the rivers and lakes like this? When he was young, he traveled the rivers and lakes, and when he was old, he started a sect! And the establishment of every Jianghu sect, in the final analysis, is not all for the purpose of spreading branches and spreading art and becoming famous? But now Jiang Xiaolou is knowingly asking, what kind of deep meaning is hidden in it?

"Huh? Don't understand? Well, fourth junior brother, let me ask you, why have you never tightened the discipline of your disciples since you took over as the head of the sect for many years, and finally caused today's catastrophe? ”

Zuo Qiuliang was asked here, and his face changed several times, and finally replied resignedly:

"Of course, it's because of the shallowness of the junior brother's talent, and it's also because of the master's old man's dying will...... It must be that I haven't been able to understand the deep meaning of his old man, so I will mess things up and mistake Zhuhai Jianchi......"

"Big mistake, big mistake! Fourth junior brother, you have actually thought about the wrong path fundamentally; But maybe it's the providence of God, and now from the final result, it seems that you actually did the right thing in some wrong way! ”

Jiang Xiaolou's words sounded a little deviant, and he also said Zuo Qiuliang, who had just experienced great sorrow and joy, a little misty!

"That's it, since you don't understand, then I'll go to the canyon first to send those invading enemies, and then come back to explain the matter to you in detail......"

At this point, Jiang Xiaolou turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect Zuo Qiuliang to suddenly grab the hem of his robe:

"Third brother, don't underestimate the enemy! The culprit of today's burning of the sword pool is Zhu Yuntao, the governor of Bashu Dao! The five hundred elite soldiers under his command are all tiger wolves who lick blood from the edge of their knives! Although you and I haven't seen each other for a long time, I think my brother's skills must have improved greatly; But after all, if you are now unarmed, if you want to fight the elite of the border army single-handedly, you are likely to suffer a big loss...... Why don't you take the master's ...... first?"

Jiang Xiaolou smiled and pulled away Zuo Qiu Liang's hand and shook his head lightly at him:

"Although today's incident happened in my Zhuhai Sword Pond, this incident did not arise because of us; So to solve these court eagle dogs, it is far from my turn Jiang Xiaolou to make a move! ”

"Could it be that the third senior brother also brought back a few good hands to help?"

"Good hands? Hahahaha...... Yes, it is indeed a good hand, and it is the best hand in the world! But his old man is not something that I, Jiang Xiaolou, can bring back......"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaolou put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the canyon road; In the Haishan Palace, only the big-eyed and small-eyed Zuoqiu Liang and Hongfeng are left; There is also a Ding Xue drink whose eyes are shining with longing for light!

Bai Wenyan at the mouth of the canyon first poked out with two fingers, and instantly collapsed the entire canyon road; Then he pushed with both palms and shook the elite of the Zhenxi Army, which was 'gone'......

Yes, nearly two hundred neatly clad and well-trained elite armor soldiers disappeared inexplicably! Don't say that there is not a single piece of flesh and blood splashed, not even a piece of armor, not a single piece of smashing knife! These people, as if they never existed, disappeared into front of everyone's eyes out of thin air!

Although Shen Gui can already accept all kinds of unreasonableness in the Heavenly Spirit Vein! But the remaining half of the battalion of Zhenxi sergeants were completely confused and confused!

After the two sides looked at each other silently and awkwardly for a long time, finally an official with slightly complicated armor ornaments walked up to Bai Wenyan tremblingly, and asked calmly:

"Say...... Say! I...... Those of my brothers...... Where did you go......? ”

Bai Wenyan glared at this person, and replied angrily:

"Change? Lao Tzu is not a trickster! They've been slaughtered by me! What do you think? The old man's craftsmanship is quite neat! ”

After listening to Bai Wenyan's answer, the commander of Zhenxi, who had climbed the sea of corpses and the sea of blood and drilled through the rain of guns and arrows, swallowed a mouthful of spit fiercely, and began to make a 'tick-tock' sound......

He wetted his pants......