Time is like a stream, a snap of a finger is in a hurry, and everything has passed like a cloud.

This way first take the waterway along the Longjiang River, and then detour to Daqing Mountain, as far as the eye can see, is the continuous green mountains and mountains, just like a giant holding a big axe in the sky, this kind of ghostly axe, but also the heaven and earth bell spirit creation, just suffer the Gu family to carry the coffin of the servants, the more they go, the more frightened, I am afraid that some ferocious bandits from this mountain will rob the eldest lady of the Gu family, that is, the first beauty of Ailing City, to be the lady of the village.

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way, and Gu Shen was also walking with Su Liu for the first time, and Su Liu at this time almost fell into a state of calm and calm but crazy.

Gu Xian was enjoying the scenery and swimming along the road, and he sat on the cushion of Shudi brocade in the carriage, and his mind was guarded, and he was immovable.

The Yin Dragon is not subdued, and to deal with the masters of the Upper Cave Xuan Realm, after all, he still lacks confidence.

Su Liu recalled the black-robed killer intent of the black-robed Xiushi in charge of the God of Wealth on the ninth floor of Lanyue Tower, and a sense of urgency suddenly appeared in his heart. Now that the bridge between heaven and earth is thorough, you can start the Yin Descending Dragon in the "Xuanyin Taiyuan Sutra".

At this point, Su Liu has gradually felt that the side effects of his participation in the evil sword technique are gradually looming, it is true that the evil sword method can instantly burst out with boundless speed, but only after this outbreak, he will have to suffer the terrible consequences of the red fire burning veins and all kinds of evil thoughts impacting the sea of thoughts.

Su Liu also relied on half of the Yi Jin Sutra and Rama's internal strength to keep the balance, so that he could suppress that irrepressible demonic intent.

The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. What if it's a magic high?

Su Liu didn't dare to think about this consequence, so he spent almost all of his time condensing and refining qi and impacting the martial arts. Crazy forward, he can't look back, the covenant of the god of medicine is approaching, and he doesn't have time to look backward at all.

Gu meticulously sat down, the little white fox's face had changed from a shock to a sincere admiration, and the slender white hand held the incense ~ cheeks, resting on the rosewood carved phoenix tea case. Distressed: "Alas, I finally know how your demonic martial arts are practiced. ”

As if he hadn't heard, Suliu sat down solemnly. He didn't answer, he just sat quietly, completely immersed in his own world, silently condensing his true qi. True Qi passed through the twelve-story floor again. It almost condensed into a liquid state, and only slightly stagnated.

Su Liu slowly opened his eyes and said seriously: "If you want to become a master, you have to endure the absolute loneliness that ordinary people can't bear. Some people lose their hearts immediately after a little achievement, so that the martial arts stop and cannot advance. ”

Thinking about it, Gu Shen tilted his head and pursed his lips, if he polished his true qi, it would only take half an hour to polish his true qi. She may still be able to endure it, but she has been practicing hard for days. It's not at all in line with her active nature.

At this moment, the carriage came to a halt with a creak, the curtain of the door was opened by Suliu, and the mountain breeze rushed in, and a sword attendant shouted outside; "Miss, it's time to bury the sword mountain."

The group of people was dusty and mighty, and finally arrived at the Buried Sword Mountain.

Since ancient times, the deep mountains and secluded forests have been more secluded in the cultivation of masters, this kind of meal wind dew, the light life state of eating clouds and clouds is also the closest to nature and the most conducive to self-cultivation, close to the truth.

Buried Sword Mountain.

This mountain is nameless, named because of people, and it is quite in line with the saying that "the mountain is not high, and there are immortals".

The Master of the Hidden Sword of the Buried Sword Mountain is naturally on the Buried Sword Mountain.

Crazy Sword Sheng fell silent forever in this coffin of golden silk nanmu.

His dragon sword box was on Su Liu's back, and Su Liu carried the sword box on his back, staring at the strange scene in front of him.

The shape of the buried sword mountain is peculiar, the main peak is like a long sword that comes out of the sheath, and it wants to go straight to the sky, and the number of peaks around the side is also dangerous, and the clouds are swirling around the mountain, and the real cave is heaven and earth.

Although the servants of the Gu family brought by Gu Shen have many martial arts, but when they think of carrying such a coffin up the mountain, they all subconsciously have weak legs and feet.

However, Su Liu walked out of the carriage slowly, and with one hand, he jumped up and directly carried the coffin that weighed hundreds of pounds and buried the mad sword on his shoulder.

"This"

The so-called masters of the Gu family who were worried in their hearts were dumbfounded, rubbed their eyes, and looked at this domineering person who was more like a young back of a delicate and Confucian scholar than carrying the coffin step by step, and really going up the mountain, like looking at a monster. It's just that no one dares to slander this little white face in the bottom of their hearts for eating the soft rice of the eldest lady of the Gu family with their faces, but they are thinking that this kid is not a madman in a reckless place, otherwise how can he be born with the physical strength to carry the crown.

Because they all knew the weight of this section of the coffin, they calculated in their hearts that only four fierce men with martial arts could work together to carry it up the mountain.

Su Liu lifted the coffin to his shoulder with one hand, raised his wrist and shoulder, very steady, with a solemn expression, and climbed the peak step by step, this Buried Sword Mountain is much behind the Xuanyin True Dao, the Xuanyin True Dao is at least a hundred years old, the stone steps are used as a platform, and the lights on both sides are bright, but the Buried Sword Mountain is a rugged mountain road, and it is obviously a place that is rarely populated.

Gu meticulously bit his silver teeth, ordered to go down, left the car driver and the servants, lifted the skirt alone and tied a knot, and followed, making the Gu family servants tremble again.

She is famous, and she doesn't know all about martial arts, but her agile and light body is extraordinarily outstanding, which seems to have something to do with the Dongxuan Sword Sect that laid out the sword formation of the Seven Swordsmen that day.

It's really lonely to bury the sword on the top of the mountain. This is the feeling that Su Liudu had after carrying the coffin to the top alone.

On the top of this huge mountain, except for the green pines and ancient cypresses, there is only a dilapidated grass house, which can be seen through the door, and there is only one bed, one table, and three stools at night.

There were a few missing bowls and chopsticks on the table, and there was nothing else, not even a single piece of extra furniture.

The dignified little grandmaster figure, how respectful his status is, he doesn't even have a decent dojo, if it weren't for the more than 100 tombstones still standing on the ground, revealing a bit of extraordinary and surprising vision, Gu Shen almost suspected that he had come to the wrong place.

"Are so many people dead here?"

The top of the main peak of the Buried Sword Mountain is empty and secluded, there are more than one hundred and ten stone tablets, except for Su Liu, there is no one else, and the flat ground makes people feel a bleak breath in their hearts, thinking of how many white bones and remnant souls they have stepped on under their jade ~ feet, and there are no legendary ghosts and ghosts, Gu Xian pulled the corners of Su Liu's clothes and hid behind him, and his chest of considerable scale rose and fell slightly.

Su Liu gently put down the coffin and patted Gu Meticulous's shoulder, which scared her body, and she looked innocent with tears, and her long eyelashes were light~ trembling, which was really pitiful.

"Here, it's not people who are buried, but swords." (To be continued.) )