Ouyang Qian stood at the door of Xuantian Pavilion, looking at the busy crowd, quite emotional; when the last sword ceremony was held, she was only twenty years old, and this time is another hundred years in the blink of an eye, and time is like passing water, but yesterday's scene is still vivid.

Looking at the monks who were busy with the sword ceremony, Ouyang Qian fell into deep thought; the last time the sword ceremony, the master in white took her and several senior brothers to watch the sword ceremony; during the sword test, the master would also explain to her and the senior brothers the exquisite sword moves used by those monks in the field.

If the Heavenly Dao Kingdom had not raised troops to go south more than 20 years ago, the master and a few senior brothers would not have died; would she and a few senior brothers still follow behind the master in this sword ceremony? If the master hadn't left the sect back then, would she, his master and his senior brother still study swordsmanship together and look at the clouds of Taiyuan Pavilion together? If so, would she still be very happy as she was back then?

Thinking of Li Feiyun's teaching to herself over the years, Ouyang Qian couldn't help but feel a little sad, in her heart, the master who likes to laugh, and laughs warmly and purely, is the kindest and flawless person, as soon as she thinks of this, jealousy of talent and untimely death, these two words suddenly came to mind, and Ouyang Qian sighed heavily.

Suddenly, a loud voice from the monk of the Sword Pavilion interrupted Ouyang Qian's memories, "The abbot of the Rotten Ke Temple, Master Cangyun, Master Tianmen, Liuli... Master?" there was a pause at the end of the voice, as if hesitating.

Ouyang Qian is the captain of the team, she is mainly responsible for receiving the monks of the eight great sects and first-class sects and second-rate sects, and the third-rate sects and scattered cultivation families are the responsibilities of the other people in her team;

On the other side of the gate, behind the three old monks of the Rotten Ke Temple, there was a young monk with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ouyang Qian walked over, hugged her fists at the four of them, and said, "I've seen a few masters." ”

Ouyang Qian has all seen the unprovoked host of the Rotten Ke Temple, Master Cangyun, Master Tianmen, and Ouyang Qian, but the little monk named "Liuli" behind the three of them, Ouyang Qian has never heard of it, she looked at Liuli curiously, smiled and asked, "I don't know, who is this?"

Master Cangyun said, "This is my Uncle Liuli. ”

Ouyang Qian looked at Liuli's green face and said in shock: "Liuliu... Li, Uncle Shi?!"

The abbot of Wuyin said with a smile: "It is estimated that the seniority of the uncle is a little lower, and it is not too much to call the ancestor of Liuli." ”

The little monk Liuli blushed, looked at the host without cause, and did not say a word.

Master Tianmen also blindly said: "Master Liuli cultivates closed-mouth meditation, and he can't speak, so don't misunderstand." ”

"No, don't dare!" Ouyang Qian came back from the shock and said, "We have prepared a wing room for the masters, a few masters will go with me, and I will take a few to the residence." ”

The abbot looked at Ouyang Qian, who was shocked and incredulous, and finally couldn't help but say: "I, the glazed ancestor, is also twenty years old, so don't look at him with the eyes of a monster." ”

Ouyang Qian questioned: "Two... Ten...?won't you!"

The abbot smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Green Lantern Zen Master?"

Ouyang Qian looked at the smiling abbot of Wuyin, and said inexplicably: "I've heard a little, but what does it matter?"

The abbot explained: "I, the glazed ancestor, am the apprentice of the Green Lantern Zen Master. ”

After Ouyang Qian heard this, she was stunned on the spot, "Zen Master Qingdeng, are you still alive?"

At the time of the establishment of the Rotten Ke Temple, there was no Han Kingdom in the world, and there were no other seven sects, and the Nine Heavens Sword Sect was only three thousand years old, compared with the age of the Rotten Ke Temple, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect can be said to be very young.

The history of the Rotten Ke Temple is long, when the human beings of this continent have just been intellectualized, the Rotten Ke Temple existed; there is a book called "The Legend of the Clouds" in the world of cultivating immortals in the Han Kingdom, according to research, this book has existed for at least tens of thousands of years, and this book records the Rotten Ke Temple, that is to say, the history of the existence of the Rotten Ke Temple is longer than that of the "Legend of the Clouds"; in other words, the founding patriarch of the Rotten Ke Temple, the Zen Master of the Green Lamp, lived for at least tens of thousands of years.

Master Cangyun smiled and teased: "Not only is he alive, but he also accepted us as an ancestor." ”

Master Tianmen continued: "The three of us came to watch the Sword Ceremony at the same time this time, just to bring the Ancestor of Liuli over and increase our knowledge. ”

After hearing this, Liuli's flushed face turned even redder.

Ouyang Qian, who was shocked, took the four of them to the prepared wing.

After sending the four of them into the room, when they exited, they happened to meet Qi Yingyun and Lu Ji.

And behind the two people in Liuyun Pavilion, there was also a blue-haired girl, this girl Ouyang Qian felt as if she had seen it. Ouyang Qian clasped her fists to Qi Yingyun and Lu He and said, "I've seen two senior uncles. Ouyang Qian asked Qu Lanling again, "This girl, I seem to have seen it, right?"

Qu Lanling said: "Kunlun Wanren of Immortal City back then, I was fortunate to see a fairy once. ”

Lu Ji shouted: "This girl wants to go to the little junior brother, just as the sword ceremony is about to start, we are going to go to the sword tower to call out the little junior brother." ”

Hearing the words "looking for the little junior brother", Ouyang Qian smiled slightly, and instantly remembered that Li Changan was a hero in the Immortal City to save the beauty.

Qi Yingyun interrupted: "I think this girl is good, or you call Liu Bai, let's take her to the Sword Tower together." ”

"What are you calling the Lord of the Willow Pavilion?" Qu Lanling asked puzzled.

Qu Lanling didn't understand the meaning of Qi Yingyun's words, but Ouyang Qian was a clear-eyed person, the meaning of Qi Yingyun's words was to take Qu Lanling to see the elders, Ouyang Qian nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, I'll go and call Senior Brother Liu Bai, and then we can go to the Sword Tower to meet." ”

Lu He asked, "Do you want to call the master to come over too?"

Qi Yingyun thought for a while and said, "I've been to the Sword Tower first, and the master will talk about it then." ”

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Mu Ziyin of the Sword Casting Pavilion is famous for being cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he is the junior brother of Wu Zong, the master of the Sword Casting Pavilion, and he is also the junior uncle of the entire Sword Casting Pavilion.

Today, the sun is shining, Mu Ziyin, who is wearing a purple robe, is slightly unhappy, he shrugged the white crystal sword box cast with the cold moon ice spirit on his back, and Song Haoran is the same, he is also a strong man who was pulled by Zhang San, and unlike Song Haoran's natural escape, Mu Ziyin doesn't like to say much, and he really found the wrong person to ask him to receive him.

Leading the three people of the Yunluo Dao Sect, Mu Ziyin was silent all the way.

Song Zhiming took Chen Pingping and Zhao Ke and followed Mu Ziyin around, and finally saw Mu Ziyin stop, Song Zhiming was about to ask something, when he saw Mu Ziyin push open the door of the house, "This is the residence of the three Taoist friends." ”

Chen Pingping heard this, the first to walk into the courtyard to take a look, as the son of Chen Beixuan, the commander of Saibei, Chen Pingping has been used to living a good life in this life, as long as he thinks of squeezing in a courtyard with other people, he will feel uncomfortable, after entering the courtyard, he looked at it casually, and then asked Mu Ziyin very dissatisfied: "We are the monks of the Eight Great Sects, this time we came to watch the ceremony, but also to give you the face of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, but you let the three of me live in this small courtyard?"

Hearing that the courtyard was small, Mu Ziyin thought that he had taken the wrong place, he took two steps forward into the courtyard, and then looked around, and found that the houses and courtyards in the courtyard were very large, enough for the three of them to live; ”

When Chen Pingping heard this, he thought that Mu Ziyin was provoking him, and he asked angrily: "What do you mean by this!"

Mu Ziyin was stunned and said, "That's what it means." ”

Chen Pingping was angry, "You're looking for death!"

A blue light appeared, and just before Chen Pingping's spell was about to be used, the sword in the white crystal sword box behind Mu Ziyin was already on Chen Pingping's neck.

The current Mu Ziyin is the second monk who is confused, and he doesn't know where he offended Chen Pingping, "You want to attack me?"

Chen Pingping said stiffly: "How is it!"

For this question, Mu Ziyin didn't know what to do, right! Even if this fat man wanted to attack him, he couldn't kill this fat man, after all, it was a once-in-a-century event of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, and he didn't want to cause any trouble.

Mu Ziyin thought about it for a while, and decided to give a verbal warning, "Fatty, this is the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, you'd better pay attention to your words and deeds!"

"You call me fat?" Chen Pingping asked in disbelief, "You dare to call me fat?"

Mu Ziyin was speechless: "Did I say something wrong? You are obviously a fat man." ”

What Chen Pingping hates most in his life is that others say that he is fat, and he is furious: "I will kill you!

Song Zhiming was speechless, and his temper was not good, but this was the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, so he could only endure it, look at the pampered Chen Pingping, and while the matter was not yet big, he directly sprinkled a talisman to calm Chen Pingping.

Song Zhiming said to Mu Ziyin expressionlessly: "Trouble fellow Daoist, please go back." ”

Mu Ziyin saw that Song Zhiming had spoken, and without much delay, he left the courtyard, and when Mu Ziyin walked away, Song Zhiming untied the talisman on Chen Pingping's body.

Chen Pingping asked angrily, "Elder Song, why do you want to fix me!?"

Song Zhiming said coldly: "That Mu Ziyin just now is the junior brother of the Sword Casting Pavilion Master, if he insists on killing you, I can't stop you! This is not your home, nor is it the Yunluo Dao Sect, if you don't want to die, it's best to give me a little peace!"

Chen Pingping roared: "My father is Chen Beixuan! How dare he touch me!"

Song Zhiming continued to say coldly: "The people of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect are all crazy! They say that if they kill people, they will really kill people! Moreover, there is really nothing in this world that the monks of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect dare not do! Liu Bai dares to go to Nanhuan Sect to cut the tongue of the Colorful Butterfly Fairy! Qi Yingyun dares to provoke Wang Laohu! Do you think you really dare not kill you?"

Chen Pingping's muscles burst out, and he was about to rush out desperately, but Song Zhifang had no choice but to freeze Chen Pingping again.