The main peak of the Sword Gate is Juque.

A bad old man was smiling and looking out over the mountains to the west.

He sat cross-legged on a tree, his hands in his wide sleeved robe, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his long white hair tied together haphazardly, as if he hadn't washed it for a long time, his eyes were squinted, the smile pulled out of his mouth was not concealed, and his expression was very lewd.

There was a giant sword inserted under the tree, taller than the old man sitting on the tree, and there were two big red characters on the sword: Juque, this is the sword of Zhenfeng of the main peak.

The disciples on the Juque Peak came and went, but it was strange to say, when passing by this thousand-year-old tree, no one saw the old man sitting on the tree, as if he was ethereal, as if he was a phantom, and the old man seemed to not exist in the world.

"Shameful to laugh at!"

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

"As the saying goes, color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. The old man snorted disdainfully.

"That's what the bald scoops in the west say. ”

A woman came over and jumped lightly on the old tree, which had grown for more than a thousand years, and was itself an extraordinary plant and tree, as high as a hundred feet, with lush branches and leaves, and the branches were extremely wide.

The woman was wearing a plain robe, carrying a small sword behind her back, the sword was delicate and transparent, slender and slender, just like this woman, her posture was soft, the woman's long hair was scattered, her makeup was exquisite, and there was a small tear mole under her left eye, she walked behind the old man, looked at the old man's line of sight for a while, and said disgustedly: "The view here is not good." ”

"What's the solution, who let our Sword Gate be in the innermost part of Lingxu Mountain? I want to change places with the Shanshui Sect, why are they doing?"

The old man glanced at the woman obliquely, "Dressed up so neatly, which young man do you want to hook up with?"

The woman's face darkened, "Hook up with a fart! The old lady has been busy from morning to night these days! How can you be so idle, sitting here all day long peeking at the female monks of the Qinglian Sect!"

"I don't want to, who let the female disciples of our Sword Gate be few and of poor quality......" The old man saw that the woman's expression changed, and hurriedly changed his words, "Of course, with you in our Sword Gate, it is enough to kill them in seconds, but I can't peek at the senior sister, right?"

"You can try, I don't mind demolishing your giant peak. The woman crossed her arms and sneered.

"Ahaha," the old man snorted, and asked, "what are you doing from morning till night?"

"You're embarrassed to ask!" The woman kicked on the tree, shaking the leaves and falling, "Our Sword Sect has been the last to recruit students for four consecutive years! The number of new disciples is getting smaller and smaller year by year, counting the disciples recruited by each peak itself, only one hundred and twenty-three people were recruited last year!"

"You don't care at all? Do you know that there is only one month left before this year's enrollment competition?" The woman rubbed the ground and pulled out the sword behind her back, murderous.

"Third, third senior sister, don't get excited...... the old man in charge shrunk his neck, and the cold air of the weaving smoke has seeped into his neck, "It's not that I don't care." ”

"Then what have you done?" the third senior sister leaned forward with the Weaving Smoke Sword, "The sect master of the Shanshui Sect held a swearing-in meeting a few days ago, and is ready to make a splash at this year's enrollment conference, and the Sword Intent Sect has already sent a large number of elder disciples to the major cities of Qingzhou to do publicity, not to mention the Qinglian Sect, the beauties of a sect, enrollment has never been a problem." I'd like to know what you can do? If you can't tell......"

The third senior sister's weaving smoke began to swallow out a pale white mist, and her tone was cold, "Then I will cut you today to avenge my hard work." ”

"Don't, don't get excited!" The old man looked at the mist that had spread to the entire tree, his eyes were flustered, it was not fun to be slashed by the smoke, "I have something to do! I have done a divination in the past few days!"

"Divination?" the third senior sister looked at him a few times, "I don't know your divination ability yet? ”

"It's not that miserable...... the old man said curtly, "Didn't I calculate that there would be a big disaster if I hit the Sword Gate the year before last?"

"Fart, that disaster is caused by you!" The third senior sister was even more angry when she heard this, and waved the weaving sword again and again, and the mist in the sky almost enveloped the old man, "I went to peek at the elders of the Qinglian Sect taking a bath like death, and came back and said that there will be a big disaster in the Sword Gate, and we are almost fully armed, and the result is that people come to the door to kick the mountain! How can we have the face to go out and stop it! You are still embarrassed to mention this?"

"Uh, don't talk about the past, don't talk about the past," the old man was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly changed the topic, "I've really done my divination in the past two days!

"Editor, continue to edit, I'll see what tricks you have today. ”

The old man took out a few bone fragments and yarrow in a serious manner, and took out a picture scroll, which unfolded to be a landscape map, which was painted in the Lingxu Mountains.

"Spirit Ruin Diagram, the medium you used this thing to make?" the third senior sister was taken aback.

This immortal divination is slightly different from mortal divination, and if you want to peep into the heavens, you naturally have to bear the punishment of heaven, so most monks will choose a spiritual object as a medium to cover themselves and inherit the wrath of the heavens.

"That's right," the old man turned over the Lingru map, and there was a slight crack on the white paper on the back, "and the Lingru map is damaged." ”

"This ......" The third senior sister put away the weaving cigarette and looked back at the east, with an unconcealable worry in her eyes, "The Spirit Ruins Diagram is damaged, what should I do there?"

"It's been thousands of years, you can do what you want, and besides, isn't it still usable. ”

The old man grabbed one side of the scroll with one hand, shaking it around in a hurry, and the woman was terrified.

"What the hell are you divining? can even damage the spirit ruin map?"

"Future. The old man's words were flat, "The future of the Sword Gate." ”

The woman cautiously asked, "What about the future?"

The old man thought for a moment and replied, "Very good. ”

"What's a good way?"

"It's a great way. ”

brush, a strand of hair falling and weaving the cold light of the smoke sword is pressing.

"Give you a chance to reorganize your language. ”

The old man picked up the hair that had fallen on the branch in distress, "Don't touch my hair, I've been losing my hair recently!!"

"Then you finally explain clearly, what you calculated, and then you don't have some answers, and you won't drop a wisp. ”

"Alas, where can I say clearly, the sky is misty, more difficult to see than your fog of weaving smoke, I can only calculate that it is related to a person, whether it is a man or a woman, old or young, I don't know. ”

The old man sighed, his expression melancholy, "But I know that the future of the Sword Gate will be tied to him. ”

"Is it alone?" the third junior sister repeated, "Could it be the one who participated in this admissions competition?"

"It's possible," the old man nodded, "so this time, the number of students is still second, and the important thing is to find the right person." ”

The east wind struck, and the roar of beasts in Lingxu Mountain sounded, and hundreds of birds flew wildly, and the chirping sounds of one after another covered the Juque Peak, burying the follow-up dialogue.

No one saw this scene, no one knew about that divination.

The world only remembers that ten days later, Lingxu Mountain moved.

And in the world, there is no sword gate.