When everyone was almost gone, Shui Zhongyue moved her footsteps, passed by Qianyun's side, paused, quietly leaned into Qianyun's ear, and said softly: "Qianyun is! Don't let me hear any gossip about you and Mei'er, she is not someone you can finger, don't look at it, don't think about it, otherwise the sweeper is not the end, and now the sword slave in the sect is missing a lot of materials, hehe!"

Qianyun's body trembled, it turned out that Shui Zhongyue also knew about the matter between him and the sect girl, no wonder he dealt with him like this!

It seems that it is Yan Yang again, it must be Yan Yang who told Shui Zhongyue, Qianyun clenched his fists, he must make Yan Yang pay the price!

Soon, with the departure of the moon in the water, only the hidden clouds and the Yiyang sword master were left in the Hidden Sword Palace!

"This is Chiyang fruit, it will be better to eat it when the body is cold, don't always wipe that ring with blood, every day, it consumes too much blood, you are growing your body now, it is not good for your body! cough...... Cough...... Ahem......"

Yiyang Sword Master walked up to Qianyun and took out a jade box and handed it to Qianyun.

"Uncle Yang, thank you, what's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Taking the Chiyang Fruit, Qianyun asked worriedly.

He is really grateful to Yiyang Sword Master, every time he goes out over the years, Yiyang Sword Master will come back with good things to replenish his body and help him regulate his body, if there are no these spiritual herbs, he will not grow so healthy, how can ordinary people resist the impact of ice and fire on his body every day.

"I'm fine, I was slightly injured on the last mission, Xiaoyun, don't you hate me? If I hadn't brought you to the Hidden Sword Sect, you wouldn't have been placed in the Hall of Fame!"

"Don't hate! Without Uncle Yang, I would have died back then, how could I still live until now, and no one would have thought that the Hall of Fame sweeper would have died a few days ago!

Yiyang Swordsman's eyes were already moist, patted Qianyun's shoulder, grabbed Qianyun's arm, scratched his nails, a drop of blood dripped down, and was picked up by Yiyang Swordsman in the bottle, and said: "Take a drop of your blood and use it, let's go!" Come to me before going down the mountain, take advantage of this time to go down the mountain, have a good time, this may be your only chance! But this is okay, although you can no longer practice martial arts in the future, but with that ring, you will not die like Yaxi said, you will completely let go of hatred, do not get involved in the red dust, and live in the Hall of Fame for the rest of your life! Hatred is too heavy for you. ”

After saying that, the Yiyang Sword Master planned to leave.

"Uncle Yang, you should have known about my body's problems for a long time! You've been looking for a way to save me all these years, right? Thank you!" Qianyun looked at the back of the Yiyang Sword Master and said sincerely.

Yiyang Sword Master's body trembled, stopped leaving, turned his back to Qianyun, and shook his hand, "It's Uncle Yang who is useless, I can't find a way to save you!"

After trembling and speaking, the Yiyang Sword Master stepped out of the main hall and slowly left.

"Give up hatred, but there are more enemies, Yan Yang, Shui Zhongyue, don't give me a chance to reverse your fate, or you will all die!"

Suddenly, Qianyun seemed to see when he was a child, when Yiyang Sword Master taught him to read and write, "Xiaoyun, you can't read like a gourd swallowing jujubes, you have to read step by step, that book of Dry Realm Strange Objects is indeed good, broad and profound, but this thousand-word enlightenment text is more suitable for you now, first memorize it and then read other books, and when you are twelve years old, you can start reading Dry Realm Strange Things, obedient ......"

The scenes of the past seem to be clouds that cannot be dispersed, entangled in Ji Hao's heart from time to time.

"Let's go, waste!" laughed to himself, and Qianyun left silently.

Xiao Suo's back concealed his vitality, as if an old man in his twilight years was walking towards the end of his life.

Hall of Fame, the absolutely important place of the Hidden Sword Sect, is famous in the Dry Realm!

In the Hall of Fame, hang the portrait of the first place in the previous sword evaluation conference, and the first winner personally branded the portrait with the highest sword intent, the painting paper material is silkworm silk, and the heavenly and earthly treasure is added to the soul stone, which is the best carrier of sword intent, regardless of the life and death of the portrait, the sword intent of the portrait is eternal!

It is precisely because of the existence of these portraits that the swordsmen all want to enter the Hall of Fame, one is to experience the sword intent of other peak kendo martial artists and temper their own sword intent.

The second is to leave his portrait in the Hall of Fame.

The Hidden Sword Sect has been hidden in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, not involved in red dust, and will only enter the WTO when the Sword Evaluation Conference is held once every ten years.

As long as your portrait can be inducted into the Hall of Fame, you are recognized as one of the pinnacles of kendo, and no one will be convinced.

And if you want to do this, there is only one way, and that is to win the first place in the sword evaluation conference!

Only the first place is eligible to be inducted into the Hall of Fame once and leave a portrait.

The Hall of Fame belongs to the forbidden land in the Hidden Sword Sect, and there are two people who can enter, one is the sweeper, and the other is the sect master of the Hidden Sword Sect, but there is only one person who can carry martial arts, the sect master of the Hidden Sword Sect.

The sweeper, as the name suggests, is the person who is responsible for cleaning the Hall of Fame, lives in the Hall of Fame all the year round, is responsible for the hygiene of the Hall of Fame, takes care of the portraits, and does not need to do anything on weekdays, neither cares about the chores of the sect, nor is it under the command of the miscellaneous service battalion, and the sect is free of movement.

On the surface, it seems that the right is good, and he can do whatever he wants, and no one cares, but in essence, he is deeply hated by all the disciples of the sect.

Because this sweeper must not practice martial arts, otherwise once he is discovered by the sect, he will be absolutely severely punished.

After all, the dry realm is the world of the warriors, and it is the world where the strong are respected, even if it is a miscellaneous servant in the Hidden Sword Sect, he can also practice martial arts, and if the opportunity comes, maybe he can also carp jump into the dragon gate.

However, the sweeper not only can't practice martial arts, but also can't even marry a wife and have children, and is plain and waiting for old age to die.

It's like life imprisonment, think of a lifetime of work is to clean the Hall of Fame every day, and how many people can afford such a boring life.

The location of the Hall of Fame is at the top of the mountain, Qianyun returned to the sword house, at this time Yan Yang is gone, Qu Yu's things have also moved away, this sword house will soon have a younger sword boy to live in, Qianyun doesn't want to care about Yan Yang's fate anymore, sorted out his luggage, walked to the top of the mountain again, the first time he crossed the hidden sword hall to the mountain, the unfamiliar environment is always easy to make people afraid of the unknown.

The guards along the way are obviously much stricter, there are swordsmen patrolling everywhere, and there are not many in the dark, whenever someone interrogates them, Qianyun says that they are sweepers, and then these swordsmen who have obviously received the notice have let them go with complicated eyes.

Qianyun walked all the way to the top of the mountain, and came to a delicate, but not very large, attic, with a plaque hanging on the attic that read "Hall of Fame", there was no one here, and there was even a small vegetable patch in the courtyard outside the attic, where some vegetables were grown.

Pushing open the door of the attic, the hidden clouds entered this swordsman's holy land step by step.

The loft lobby is empty, and the only decoration is a portrait every few meters on the four walls, with different characters, but all of them are lifelike and real.

After a moment, Qianyun stared at the first portrait, but there was no change in the slightest.

"Sure enough, only a strong person who has condensed his sword intent can sense the sword intent on the portrait!"

This swordsman holy land is a pearl and dust here, useless, Qianyun inexplicably imagined, if he can cultivate, and when he has practiced his own sword intent, and then enter this place, it will be so happy, but unfortunately, he has a terminal illness and becomes a sweeper, and he may not have a chance in this life.

As soon as he thought of this, Qianyun remembered the little bit of true yuan that he occasionally got today.

Maybe it's your only chance!