A few days ago, the Taoist sword was confused, and after a few sword techniques, he slashed the demon cleanly.

Originally, Mu Jinglu thought it was his master Jian Ren, but after figuring it out, he found out that this person was his uncle, the master of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion.

Jian Ren and Jian Yu are twin brothers, and with their similar appearance and tone, it is inevitable that Mu Jinglu will admit his mistakes.

As for why Sword Confusion appeared here, it was just a stopover.

Jian Yu went down the mountain to deal with sectarian affairs, and on the way back, he was attracted by the earth-shattering demonic aura. When he discovered that Mujing Lu was born with a sword body, he naturally wanted to take Mujing Lu as an apprentice.

Especially when he saw the strange sword at the end of the pastoral path, he was naturally overjoyed to think that the Sword Pavilion was about to receive a genius that was rare in a thousand years.

It's just that he didn't expect to be given a head start by his twin brother, his fellow junior brother Jianren.

At the same time, I was also very happy, with the qualifications of the pastoral path that Jian Qi saw, it was no surprise that he could easily step into the blue level, as for the purple level, Jian Qi didn't dare to think about it.

After saving Mu Jinglu and the others, Jian Yu took out the sect's healing elixir, easily healed Mu Jinglu's right arm, and then relieved Ximen Yan's imprisonment.

However, Mu Jinglu recalled Jian Yu's attitude towards Ximen Yan and was a little puzzled.

"The imprisonment has been lifted, and the goose returns to the fairy and still hasn't left?"

Jian Chao opened his mouth to chase away the guest, which made Ximen Yan angry. Ximen Yan, who had recovered his spiritual power, waved his hands, pulled out a clean dress, and simply put it on himself.

"Hmph, this fairy can't go, what's the matter with you?"

As soon as the sword finger came out, a silver long sword appeared on the side of the sword puzzle. Then he didn't say much, just looked at Ximen Yan with an unkind face.

"Jian Tong, you..." Ximen Yan glared at Jian Tong angrily, pointed at Jian Tong viciously, and then shook his hand unwillingly.

Although I don't know the realm of sword confusion, but if Ximen Yan can be so jealous, the realm of sword confusion is definitely not low. And judging from the conversation between Jian Chao and Ximen Yan, it seems that the two are old acquaintances.

In the end, Ximen Yan was helpless, and after looking at the pastoral road tenderly, he drove the guqin that he had never seen on the pastoral road and rode away.

Under the leadership of Jian Yu, Mu Jinglu, the Seven Tombs, and Lu Zhu, after more than a month of hurrying, finally came to the mountains more than 1,000 miles outside Jiameng City.

This piece of mountains has a name that the locals don't like very much, Poor Mountain.

It is rumored that among the poor mountains, there is a place where the Yellow Emperor lived in the past, called Xuanyuan Hill. Because the poor mountain people were in awe of the Yellow Emperor's willing, they never shot arrows to the west. Xuanyuan Hill is square in shape, and there are four large snakes entwined around the hill.

But rumors are rumors, in Liangzhou, no one seems to have found the location of Xuanyuan Hill. Not to mention the four big snakes under Xuanyuan Hill.

In addition to this uncertain rumor, many people in Liangzhou say that there has been no living Sword Pavilion in the poor mountains for hundreds of years. But whether it was or not, no one can confirm.

Although the poor mountain is not as steep as Wenshan and Minshan, it is surrounded by fog all day long. Moreover, these fogs are very strange, and ordinary people's divine consciousness cannot penetrate the fog and see the specific situation in the poor mountains.

The fog in the poor mountains is not only weird, but it can also appear at any time. These miasma qi are no more than ordinary miasma, and they are completely impossible to resist if they have not reached the green level.

Moreover, the miasma appears and disappears from time to time, even if it is a green-level cultivator, it is not easy to catch the path of miasma. Not to mention outsiders, even the local mountain people in the poor mountains dare not go deep into the poor mountains.

Therefore, there are few people in the poor mountains, and fierce beasts are even rarer.

However, these so-called fog and miasma seemed to not exist for Jian Yu, and they led the three of them to the poor mountain slowly towards the depths of the poor mountain without care.

"Senior nephew, what do you have to do with that wild goose fairy?"

Mu Jing Lu was still immersed in the fairyland-like scenery of the poor mountain, and was awakened by the sword confusion, Mu Jing Lu said casually: "It doesn't matter. If I have to say that there is something to do with it, it is that before returning, the disciple was a captive of the demon girl. ”

"Demon girl?" Jian Yu looked puzzled, how did the Yangui Fairy become a demon girl?

Mu Jinglu briefly talked about the previous relationship with Ximen Yan, and the sword was confused for a while, and his heart was even more confused.

Before Ben Dao met my nephew, Ximen Yan shouldn't have seen that my nephew was a disciple of my Sword Pavilion. A monk who has built the foundation of the five Tibets, what is there that makes Ximen Yan covet?

Jian Yu glanced back suspiciously, then looked at Erha, who had been circling around the four of them, and shook his head with a chuckle.

Speaking of Erha, the gas of the pastoral path road is not in one place.

The dog ran away at that time, and after the sword confusion destroyed the demon, the dog came out again, and shamelessly opened the dog's mouth, saying that the sword confusion was caused by himself.

If the pastoral path road is believed in Erha, it is only possible if the head is caught by the door.

Although Mujing Road shamelessly escaped from Erha, Erha's skin is indeed thick enough, and he has been selling cuteness in front of Mujing Road, and he is reluctant to leave.

I couldn't drive it away, and the pastoral path had no choice but to follow it.

After passing through the fog, Jian Yu took Mu Jinglu and the others to the depths of the poor mountain.

"Senior nephew, this is our mountain gate, the Pavilion of Sword Mountain, the Sword Pavilion is also!"

Deep in the poor mountains, there is fog almost everywhere. With the cultivation of the pastoral path road at this time, it is completely impossible to see through the fog of the poor mountain, let alone see the sword mountain in the fog.

"Uncle Shi!" Mu Jinglu shook the corners of his mouth and said softly: "The disciple only saw the fog!"

Uh! Jian Yu was stunned for a moment, then coughed awkwardly, and said, "It's okay, it's okay." In the future, after the master and nephew cultivate for themselves, they will be able to see it. Now only the nephew himself can imagine it. ”

Imagine?!Mu Jinglu's eyes widened, and he looked at the back of Jian Confused speechlessly, unable to complain.

Under the guidance of the sword confusion, Mu Jinglu and the others suddenly opened up after passing through a layer of fog again.

Although there is still fog, but as far as the eye can see, you can see a mountain that cannot be seen, although I don't know whether it is covered by fog or ten thousand miles, but according to the scene in front of me, the pasture road can probably estimate how majestic the so-called Sword Mountain is.

If you can see the whole of Sword Mountain, I'm afraid it will not be far from Mount Everest, the top of the world in the previous life. Pastoral Road sighed in shock.

It was another hour, and Mu Jinglu and the others were finally able to see the mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion clearly. Approaching the mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion, the pastoral path also saw the appearance of the bottom of the Sword Mountain.

At the bottom of Sword Mountain, where the pasture path can be seen, it seems to have been cut off by sharp weapons, and it extends downwards without knowing how much it is. Between the mountain where the pastoral path is located and the Sword Mountain, there is a cliff dozens of zhang wide, which is bottomless.

Looking at the cliff of the black hole, Mujing Lu felt a cold chill coming from the depths of his soul, which made Mu Jinglu feel a spirit.

The mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion is very simple, even a little monotonous. Five or six zhang high, seven or eight zhang wide, standing silently on the edge of the cliff, only ten zhang away from the cliff.

Between the stone gate and the cliff, stands a huge stone sword, which is twenty or thirty long in height. There are no fancy patterns on the stone sword, only two fonts carved by the small seal: Sword Pavilion!

Without the sharp sword qi imagined by Mujing Road, the word Sword Pavilion carved by Xiao Seal is very gentle. Suddenly, the pasture road has a feeling of soft water.

Mu Jinglu stared at the word Sword Pavilion on the stone sword, not knowing whether it was active or passive, and couldn't take his eyes off.

In a trance, Mu Jinglu suddenly saw a handsome man in a white robe, standing in the air as if he were walking on the ground.

There was not the slightest momentum on the man's body. Exactly like a mortal, simple and ordinary.

The man held a long sword in his hand, the blade around the long sword was glowing with dark color, the center of the front part of the hilt was faintly glowing green, and the back end of the hilt was faintly glowing red.

At the end of the hilt of the sword is a dark green gem, and next to the gem, a bright red sword spike with a bias towards women hangs.

The man just stood so simply, but it gave Mu Jinglu a feeling of monopolizing the world by himself, as if anything, in the eyes of this man, was nothing.

The man's eyes could not be seen on the pastoral path, but the feeling that the man gave to the pastoral path was so real and simple.

Suddenly, the man moved.

The man slowly lifted the long sword in his hand, stretched out his left hand, and brushed the hilt and body of the sword inch by inch as if he were caressing his lover, all the way to the tip of the sword.

After stroking the entire blade, the man suddenly turned to look at the pasture path.

The faint eyes, dark and deep pupils, and resolute face made the pastoral path change his mind greatly.

Without waiting for Mu Jinglu to react, the man instantly moved his eyes to the mountain peak in front of him, then raised the long sword in his hand and quickly slashed at the soles of the mountain's feet.

There was not the slightest sound between the entire heaven and earth, and the foot of the mountain in front of the man cracked in an instant, expanding until it was dozens of zhang before stopping.

Such a shocking scene made Mujing Road feel like cutting a cake. With just a slight wave, the mountains on both sides were so easily separated.

There was a thud, and the illusion suddenly vanished, and the vision in front of the pasture road returned to normal. However, in the mind of Mu Jinglu at this time, several lines of small seal fonts suddenly appeared.

"What do you see?"

Jian Yu's somewhat excited voice sounded, and Mu Jinglu seemed to be awakened, and he said to himself in a daze: "A sword breaks through mountains and rivers, and the cold light moves Kyushu; Biluo refers to the Yellow Spring, and it rocks up to nine days; there is a red dust, and the cause and effect are determined in vain; Pear Blossom Hui forgets the river, and life and death know reincarnation." ”

After reading the pastoral path, Jian Yu grabbed the shoulders of the pastoral path, looked at the pastoral path road excitedly, and asked again with an expression of disbelief and great confirmation: "Senior nephew, did you see a white-clothed Taoist cutting mountains and rivers?"

Mu Jinglu looked at Jian Yu in astonishment and nodded.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..."After receiving the confirmation of the pastoral path, Jian Qi laughed wildly: "My Sword Pavilion has been silent for thousands of years, and finally ushered in the dawn. The cycle of life and death... Hahaha... Hahaha!"

The sound of sword confusion kept echoing between the cliffs, startling countless birds and beasts.

"Uncle Shi..." Mu Jinglu gently called out to Jian Chao, for fear that Jian Chao would be too excited and go crazy.

After a long time, Jian Yu calmed himself down, looked at Mu Jinglu with a solemn face, and said, "Senior nephew, these eight sword tricks must be remembered clearly." ”

It's just eight sword tricks, can you remember it? I said uncle, you really think I'm a fool?" Mu Jinglu complained speechlessly in his heart, but he hugged his fist at the sword puzzle with a straight face and said: "Don't worry, uncle, the disciple will not forget." ”

It seems that the 'Reincarnation of Life and Death' seems to be very important to the Sword Pavilion, Mu Jinglu looked at the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu with some concern, and said to the sword: "Uncle, disciple, these two brothers..."

Jian Yu chuckled indifferently: "It's okay, there are countless people in all factions in the world who know these eight sword tricks." But the only one who can practice these eight sword tricks is you. ”

Mu Jinglu was stunned for a moment, and was puzzled: "Why?"

"These eight sword recipes have been passed down for tens of thousands of years since the establishment of the Sword Pavilion. Except for the ancestor of the Founding Pavilion, no one can practice. ”

"And now if you want to cultivate these eight sword recipes, in addition to knowing the formulas, you also have to see the illusion that Fang Cai's nephew saw on the sword pavilion stone sword. ”

"The sword technique is like a scabbard, giving the cultivator some guidance. And the sword intent handed down by the ancestor in the illusion is the basis for practicing the sword technique of reincarnation. ”

Mu Jinglu nodded suddenly, and then muttered in a low voice: "Reincarnation Sword Technique?

"Nephew, what are you muttering?"

"Uh! nothing!" Mu Jinglu raised his head, shook his head indifferently, and continued: "Uncle Shi, let's hurry back to the mountain gate, the disciple wants to complete the foundation building and truly step into the cultivation. ”

Jian Yu smiled faintly, nodded in understanding, and stepped out towards the void of the cliff with Mu Jinglu and the others.

A slight ripple rippled under his feet, and he walked steadily forward.

"Division... Uncle Shi!" Mu Jinglu swallowed his saliva in some fear, and asked in a low voice, "Just walk over like this?"

Without waiting for Jian Yu to answer, a burst of shouts suddenly came from the mountain gate of the Sword Pavilion opposite.

"Where did the grandson come from, dare to be presumptuous at the mountain gate of my sword pavilion!"

The sudden shouting startled Mujinglu and made Mujinglu's face confused.

The master of one, in front of the mountain gate of his own sect, was actually drunk by the disciples in his own sect, no matter what he thought, he wanted to laugh on the pastoral path.

But after all, Jian Chao was his own uncle, and Mu Jinglu had to hold back a smile with all his might, and the corners of his mouth kept shaking.

Mu Jinglu's expression naturally fell in Jian Tong's eyes, and he lost his prestige in front of the disciple who had the highest expectations, and Jian Tong's face was naturally not good.

The furious sword puzzled regardless of his prestige in front of his disciples, and scolded back: "Zhang Muchen, you are the fucking grandson!"

"Heh! dare to scold Lao Tzu!" The person in the Sword Pavilion who was called Zhang Muchen was also unconcerned, and he brought back the sword confusion.

After the scolding, a seemingly reckless old man appeared in front of the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate. Jian Qi stopped in mid-air, and looked at the old man in front of the mountain gate with a dark face.

"Ah, it turned out to be the pavilion master!" Zhang Muchen smiled innocently, without the slightest embarrassment, just scratched his head a little embarrassed and said: "The pavilion master, senior brother, has been out for two years, why has his voice changed, and the junior brother didn't hear it. ”

The ghost believes that you didn't hear it!The sword twitched the corners of his mouth and stared at Zhang Muchen fiercely.

However, there is a pasture path, and Jian Yu will not be stupid enough to expose Mu Chen's shortcomings, so he endured a slight anger and nodded lightly.

Zhang Muchen is more than nine feet long, one point taller than Mujing Road. was supposed to have a righteous face of the national character, but it was destroyed by the smile at this time.

Zhang Muchen is slightly fat, or too strong. When Zhang Muchen came to the front of the pastoral path and the sword confusion, Zhang Muchen was several laps stronger than himself on the pastoral path.

There is no bun on the top of the head, and the messy long hair is not deliberate, many of them stand upright, and most of them are still blonde.

I'll go, this is he aiming at the Xianxia version of the Golden Retriever Lion King? In addition to looking a little sillier than Jin Yong's Golden Retriever Lion King, he is completely a brother with the Golden Retriever Lion King, okay?

In this world of Xianxia, the longer he stays, the more Mujinglu feels that this world is a little abnormal. What kind of temperament he is aiming at, one is stranger than the other.

The pastoral path was speechless, and he didn't want to complain anymore.

"Hey, Senior Brother Pavilion Master, who are these three dolls?"

Mu Jinglu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and glanced at himself from below, raised his head and looked at Zhang Muchen fiercely and shouted: "You bad old man, open your sesame eyes wide, what kind of doll does this son look like?"

was about to introduce the sword confusion of Mujing Road, and when he saw Mu Jinglu and Zhang Muchen fighting, he was overjoyed and prepared to watch.

"What, bad old man, sesame eyes?" Zhang Muchen was furious, and shouted at the top of his throat: "You stinky boy, open your two beads and take a good look, what's wrong with the old way." ”

Zhang Muchen stared his eyes bigger than the copper bell, and continued: "Take a good look, my two beads are bigger than a bull's eye, why are they sesame eyes?"

Zhang Muchen's rhetorical question made Mu Jinglu stunned. Can't you hear me swearing? This old man really has big eyes!

Mu Jinglu darkened his face, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It's indeed a bull's eye, but the kid is clumsy." ”

"Hmph! Knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great!" Zhang Muchen looked like Lao Tzu had won a victory, and he was complacent.

It's so embarrassing! The sword stretched out his palm and hit himself in the face, feeling embarrassed.

"You kid has a temperament and I like it, do you want to apprentice?

Splitting the soil... Pastoral Road really didn't know how to answer.

Jian Yu couldn't help it, pulled Zhang Muchen away, and introduced: "His name is Mu Jinglu, and he is the closed disciple of Senior Brother Jianren. ”

"What?Closed disciple?" Zhang Muchen looked surprised, and then said disdainfully: "What does that slut think about one day, he has accepted an apprentice in his life, and he still closes the disciple?"

Jian Chao's face was black, and he really wanted to slap Zhang Muchen to death. Jian Yu really didn't want to say more to Zhang Muchen, so he looked at Mu Jinglu with a wry smile and said, "Zhang Muchen, the fourth elder of the Sword Pavilion. ”

Mu Jinglu's expression was the same as that of Jian Yu, and the corners of his mouth twitched and arched his hand: "Disciple Mu Jinglu, I have seen the four elders. ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Muchen reversed the appearance of the middle two of the talents, suddenly raised his hands, and said with the appearance of a sincere disciple: "After entering the pavilion, you must cultivate well, and don't lose the face of my sword pavilion." ”

"Disciples, keep in mind the teachings of the four elders. Mu Jinglu darkened his face, bowed his hand again, and bowed his head slightly.

Jian Yu shook his head helplessly, waved his hand lightly, and said lightly: "Let's go, go up the mountain!"

"Look at you and you're going to climb again!" Zhang Muchen said impatiently, grabbing the shoulders of the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu with both hands, and laughed loudly: "Elder Ben will bring you to be happy." ”

Zhang Muchen shouted, took the Seven Tombs and Lu Zhu, and disappeared in front of the mountain gate with a sigh.

Mujing Lu was stunned, the sword confusion was furious, and after Erha jumped back and forth several times, he disappeared in front of the mountain gate with the same bang.