Fifty years later, in the north of Yunzhou. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com] .v d . m

In March, it should be the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

But within a radius of thousands of miles from Muchun Mountain, it was a lifeless appearance.

Everywhere you look, there are either dry plants or the bones of wild beasts, and there is an oppressive atmosphere everywhere.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures flew from the air one after another, and then landed on the top of Muchun Mountain.

There are more than a dozen people in this line, half male and half female, who don't look very old, except for a woman in purple who is the leader, the rest of them are all wearing white robes and carrying long swords on their backs, and on the sleeves of the robes, they are embroidered with a very conspicuous Xuanzi.

This is the symbol of the first sect in Yunzhou, the Xuanjian Sect.

More than a dozen people in this line are disciples of the Xuanjian Sect.

"Uncle Du, Uncle Han, didn't they set off before us? Why didn't they see a single figure after looking back and forth more than a dozen times?" one of the male disciples bowed to a woman at the front.

The appearance of a vision here in Muchun Mountain has already alarmed all forces in Yunzhou.

And the Xuanjian Sect, as the head of the Yunzhou Immortal Sect, naturally also sent people to investigate, and this group of more than a dozen people is already the second batch.

"Since Senior Sister Han said it, she must come back, just wait!" the woman at the head replied coldly without looking back.

Listening to the tone of her voice, the male disciple stuck out his tongue in fright, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

"You rest in place, I'll go to the front and have a look!" said the woman who was standing at the front again, and then, regardless of the response of the people behind her, she drifted down the mountain.

The remaining group of disciples, after seeing that Uncle Du leave, all breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Uncle Du is such a beautiful person, but his temperament is too cold, and he looks like he doesn't care about anyone. The male disciple from earlier shook his head and complained.

"I heard that Uncle Du had a good temper in the past, but it was only because of the relationship between a senior in our sect that it gradually became like this. A female disciple spoke leisurely on the side.

As soon as she heard her talk about the gossip of the beautiful uncle, those young disciples were all interested. He said, "Oh, and that kind of thing, do you want to hear about it?"

As soon as the female disciple saw everyone coming to ask, she immediately became interested, cleared her throat, and said, "Actually, I don't know much about this matter, but I heard that it seems that there is a senior in our sect who is Uncle Du's sweetheart." It's just that the senior went down the mountain to Zhongzhou fifty years ago. After that, there was no news, and not even a single message came back. And for a long time. Uncle Du's temperament has slowly become like this. ”

Hearing her say this, the disciples on the side suddenly realized.

The disciple who spoke first rolled his eyes for a long time, and then said, "I said...... That sect senior won't come for so many years, shouldn't he have died in Zhongzhou?"

When this question came out, everyone looked at each other, and then nodded one after another: "I think it's about the same, Zhongzhou is in chaos, Uncle Yu went there once two years ago, and he said that Zhongzhou seems to have experienced a lot of catastrophe in recent years." Many major sects were destroyed overnight, and I think most of that senior has already died. ”

When he said this, the rest of the people also nodded.

Indeed, although the life span of a practitioner is extremely long, it is still extremely unusual for more than 50 years to not hear from him.

So. Their speculation is not unreasonable.

But at this moment, a little girl standing alone at the end of the crowd let out a heavy cold snort.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the male disciple from before frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

The little junior sister Lu in his mouth looks like she is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her aura is more calm than others.

I heard the other party come and ask. Little Sister Lu didn't answer, and after glancing at everyone, she floated and chased in the direction where Uncle Du had left.

"Cut, I entered the sect two years later than me, but I always have such a superior posture!" the male disciple pouted.

Another disciple on the side sighed and said, "Who makes the family strong enough?" Their Ghost Sword Stream is one of the strongest schools in our Xuanjian Sect, and she Lu Xiaoyue is the most talented one among the contemporary disciples. Even the sect master looks at her differently, what can you do?"

Hearing someone say this, although the disciple was still dissatisfied with the boss in his heart, it was really difficult to say anything else, so he could only snort twice and ignore it.

And at this moment, that Lu Xiaoyue had already traveled in the sky, and in a blink of an eye, she caught up with the Uncle Du who stopped at the bottom of the mountain.

"Uncle Shi!" Lu Xiaoyue shouted loudly from a distance.

After hearing Lu Xiaoyue's voice, that Uncle Du slowly turned his head.

She is not an outsider, it is Su Moyu's old acquaintance in the Xuanjian Sect, Du Ziyi.

More than fifty years have passed since Su Moyu left the Xuanjian Sect, but the years have not left too many traces on her face.

At first glance, she still looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but unlike before, there seems to be a lot of vicissitudes in her eyes.

"Xiaoyue, why are you here?" Du Ziyi asked with a frown.

"I don't like to listen to the gossip of my senior brothers and sisters, so I came to you, uncle!" Lu Xiaoyue said with a smile.

Du Ziyi over there nodded and said, "Okay, you can come with me." ”

When Lu Xiaoyue heard that Du Ziyi was also following her, she immediately smiled, fell behind her, and whispered, "Uncle Shi, can you tell me the story of our ghost sword flow?"

Hearing her ask, Du Ziyi slowly turned his head and said, "It's good to ask your master about the matter of your ghost sword flow, why bother to ask me?"

Over there, Lu Xiaoyue smiled awkwardly and said, "Because I want to hear about that Master Su, and my master is late and has never seen Master Su, and I don't dare to talk to Master Tai, so I can only come and ask you." ”

Du Ziyi glanced up and down at the little girl in front of her, smiled with interest, and said, "You're so interested in him?"

Lu Xiaoyue nodded hurriedly and said, "Of course, I heard from Master, Uncle Shi is the number one master in the history of our Ghost Sword Stream, although I haven't met him, but he is my idol...... So you must know a lot about him!"

Hearing Lu Xiaoyue's question, Du Ziyi smiled bitterly, and after being silent for a long time, he opened his mouth leisurely and said, "That was decades ago......"

As he spoke, he told the story of his own year, and Lu Xiaoyue, who was listening on the side, listened to Du Ziyi's story, and both eyes began to glow with golden light.

The two walked forward along the dilapidated mountain road for a long time, and only slowly stopped until Du Ziyi finished telling his story.

And Lu Xiaoyue over there still looked unfinished.

"And then?" she asked, glossingly.

"And then, ah......" Du Ziyi was about to continue, but his eyes were shaken by a white light in front of him.

"Be careful!" she exclaimed, reaching out to pull Lu Xiaoyue up and fly backwards and withdraw. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )