That night, after Yin Lingyue took Mo Yuan to leave the meeting hall of the villa in a dream, Yin Xiaoyun asked Xu Zhong to dismiss the group of onlookers in the village, including Shao Zifeng.

When the hall became empty, only Xu Zhong was left by Yin Xiaoyun's side, Yin Shanyun lost his strength and fell to the ground, his hands tightly wrapped around his head, extremely painful.

Xu Zhong hurriedly squatted in front of him, trying to help him up, but found that no matter how hard he pulled, he didn't see Yin Xiaoyun move for half a minute.

"Master......"

Xu Zhong couldn't help but exclaim.

Yin Xiaoyun didn't make a sound, and he didn't even move, as if he didn't hear Xu Zhong's call at all.

"Master...... Don't do this......" Xu Zhong burst into tears, looking at such a lost master, his heart was like a knife.

Xu Zhong's crying finally brought back a trace of Yin Xiaoyun's consciousness, he looked up at the old man in front of him in confusion, and the expression on his face was finally moved.

"Uncle Zhong, help me go to the study, okay?"

Hearing Yin Xiaoyun's request, Xu Zhong nodded again and again, "Master, let's go now, let's go over." ”

After the master and the servant arrived at the study, Yin Xiaoyun didn't stay long, and went directly to the secret room.

The candlelight in the secret room flickered and flickered, and Yin Xiaoyun came to the room where the secret weapon was the most elaborate and tricky as usual, and walked in, while Xu Zhong followed him silently.

Yin Xiaoyun walked to the front of a crime, and rotated the fixed incense burner on the table half a circle to the left, and then rotated it to the right, only to hear a "click", the originally smooth desktop suddenly collapsed, and a gold-made and agate-edged shelf rose from the hole in the fall, the shelf was empty, and it looked very lonely.

Yin Xiaoyun's fingers on the scene stroked the sword frame inch by inch, and every time he moved, his face became ugly.

"Uncle Zhong, just yesterday, I was still sitting here, wiping it over and over again, its sword body shines with a green light, shining on my face, very warm, but ......"

Xu Zhong called out uneasily, "Master......"

Yin Xiaoyun ignored Xu Zhong and said to himself: "But, how can it say that it is gone?" It was given to me by the world, and there is only one thing in the world, and what can be said to be gone......"

Yin Xiaoyun couldn't support it and sat on the table, feeling that all the strength in his body was drained, he felt that the tip of his heart was trembling, and his breathing became short.

"Master!" Xu Zhong hurriedly helped Yin Xiaoyun's crumbling body, which didn't let him fall to the ground.

Yin Xiaoyun's brain emptied, and his thoughts drifted into the distance.

That year was the second year that Yin Lianyun entered the Imperial Sword Gate to learn the arts, and he was still the little junior brother who would be bullied wherever he went, but he was no longer the little crying bag who cried at every turn.

In addition to completing the homework taught by the master every day, he spends most of his time with his favorite senior sister, who is well-behaved and obedient, very likable, and the senior sister likes to take him wherever she goes.

However, he and his senior sister were inseparable, and soon attracted the jealousy of his senior brother, after all, there was only one senior sister in the Imperial Sword Gate, and none of them had the opportunity to have a good word with this immortal-like senior sister, this kid who was useless in their eyes could actually dangle in front of his senior sister every day?

Of course, he knew that the senior brother had already regarded him as a thorn in the side, and when the senior sister left, they would inevitably join forces to teach him a lesson.

But so what? He is not afraid, and he must not be afraid!

As long as you can be by your sister's side, what are these retaliations?

Sure enough, as soon as the senior sister left, they gathered around to find fault.

"Look, isn't that piece of shit? With his virtue, and his face pestering his senior sister all day long, a fairy like senior sister who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, is it also something he can approach? ”

"He's not just shameless, he's a scum, the first waste in our Imperial Sword Gate in a hundred years, just a person like him, staying in our Imperial Sword Gate is just a moth, and sooner or later our Imperial Sword Gate will be eaten!"

"That's right! For the sake of our sect, today we are going to clean up your garbage. ”

“……”

Their words were so harsh that he kept telling himself to ignore them as if they were farting.

He bypassed them and planned to go back to his room to continue practicing martial arts, but they stopped him, and this group of people had no intention of letting him go at all.

The result can be imagined, he was beaten very badly, and he was attacked by such a group of fellow disciples who were above him in strength and age, even if he didn't die, he was tossed with half his life.

Countless pairs of cold fists smashed mercilessly on his body, and he used his feet in anger, kicking him so hard that he couldn't even feel the pain later.

He lay in a cold place, his breathing became weak, his body could not move, and his consciousness began to be confused.

Not only did they find out on their conscience but for some reason, they finally stopped beating him, and the crowd slowly dispersed, and before he closed his eyes, he saw a blue gauze skirt.

It's good that the senior sister is here, and he can sleep peacefully.

He was in a coma for a day and a night, and when he woke up, his sister was sitting on the edge of his bed watching him.

"Lonely, don't be afraid, it's okay, those brothers who bullied you have been severely punished by the master, and the few who took the lead in making trouble have been rented out by the master, and the rest of the people have also been punished as they deserve."

Senior sister's voice is so beautiful, it makes him so fascinated and reassuring.

He tried to speak, but found that his voice was too hoarse.

Senior Sister seemed to understand what he wanted to say, she gently stroked his head, and said, "Silence, your sword was destroyed by them, and in the Inner Disciple Selection Contest in three months, you should use Senior Sister's sword first." ”

He shook his head desperately, that was my sister's favorite wind! Senior sister has always taken him with her and never left her, how can he ......

"Lonely, don't say anything superfluous, I want to use Senior Sister's Wind Chasing, this is conditional, use my Wind Chasing, just give me the first, only if you take the first, you will have the opportunity to become the last beginner disciple of the master." She paused, "Moreover, if you become a beginner disciple of Master, Senior Sister will personally create a sword for you that belongs to you, and I have thought of the name, it will be called Liyan." ”

Become an inner disciple and be chosen by Master as the last introductory disciple? This was a fantasy for him at that time!

There are thousands of people up and down the Imperial Sword Gate, and most of them are the lowest level of the Imperial Sword Gate, and they are not even considered disciples. Among the rest of the people, there are hundreds of outer disciples alone, and only fifty can become inner disciples, and among these fifty people, only ten people have the opportunity to be selected by the head to become the introductory disciples of the head of the sect.

He never dared to think about it before, but that was what the senior sister expected, no matter how difficult it was, he would work hard to do it, and he would become her best junior brother.

After all, he did not live up to his senior sister's expectations, he not only won the first place in the beginner disciple selection competition, but also shined, and was directly selected by the master as the tenth and last beginner disciple, and the senior sister fulfilled her promise, which is the origin of the Death Sword.

Yin Xiaoyun thought of this, and tears had unconsciously covered his face.

This sword has the same extraordinary meaning to him as the painting in Yin Xiaoyun's study, she is even more important than that painting, it is the last sword she built with her own hands, and it is also the last thing he left him in this world!

He can bear to lose anything, but he can't even hold this sword!