Mo Xiuyan stepped forward a few steps, and immediately knelt in front of the thin and almost fleshless elder, his head lowered, how many years of his own suffering and a long-lost reunion seemed to be the relief he got when he reached the peak of the flood:

"Master is still the same as sixteen years ago, is it okay?"

"You should have come to see me a long time ago, it's been sixteen years, I don't expect to die, I'm lonely at the end of the world, I only have three disciples in my life, how can I die just like this with a catastrophe.

I originally thought that the torment of sixteen would grind you out of human shape, so it can be seen that you are not bad except for your eyes that are a little red, but I don't know how many grades you have practiced in my Tianya sword?"

"A disciple can only cultivate to the ninth and a half grades, and the last half grade, the disciple can never reach it. ”

"I'll see it. ”

Tianya Lonely said, Mo Xiuyan got up and retreated more than ten zhang, and the sword intent of the first product groaned:

A sword comes at the end of the world, and the peach forest of the king is full of sky.

Qingfeng passed in the garden one foot, and the red clouds disappeared with the guests.

Singing in the mouth, with the hand as the sword, dancing in the empty valley under the sword forging cliff, Xu Feng followed, sorrowful and sent, the sand and stones flew away, the roar did not stop, the attack was carried to the extreme, the figure of the demon cultivator was like a mist like a ghost, gently drifting smoke, dozens of feet to the ground, all a figure. Although there is no sharp weapon in his hand, the gold and iron are flying in the whistle, and the sword palm is everywhere, and the stones pierce through the air, shooting in all directions.

'Huh' started, and the person went ten feet, and the black shadow was still behind him.

'Ah' came out, the sword opened the gate of heaven, and Qingfeng stayed in the sky.

After a 'hey' sound, the sword and the earth, the stone cracked and the landslide was endless.

With a long exhalation, his body was like an old ape, and he returned to his original place. Looking at a pair of old eyes like waking up from sleep, I am not surprised or surprised, and I can finally comfort the old man, and gently say it to myself:

"The murderous aura is too heavy, and finally the ninth grade, it is difficult for you, after all, you have been recuperating in Huangsha Town for three years. ”

This sentence shocked the demon cultivator, in the first three years of Huangsha Town, he accompanied Yang Chunhua all day long, never leaving a step, if he didn't read Luo Mo and the soul cultivation sword to save him later, he might not have the will to be afraid of life. And in Master's words, it is as if he is omniscient:

"Master went to see me?"

"I rushed to Shaji Town, but when I arrived, those people were about to throw the bodies of Luo Mo and the Soul Cultivation Sword into the river, I was angry, and injured the four, I asked them to bury the two of them in the place where they died, but those people, I kept them all, at that time I just thought, the sky has eyes, you will not die, leave them alive, so that you can give yourself a break.

But now seeing your sword intent, it is really difficult to enter the ten grades, it seems that I keep those people for you, it is really useful, if you can spare their lives, maybe your sword technique can enter the ten grades. ”

Hearing Master say this to him, Demon Xiuyan was even more confused about his Master.

This sword-forging cliff seems to be his master's territory alone, no matter who is in Xiuyue Villa, they dare not cross the Qingsong Slope by themselves, and the daily offerings can only be sent there, Lantian Yu and Luo Fuluo seem to be very familiar with him, but they maintain a mutual respect and distance from him, and your father and him are no exception.

"Master, I have not dared to come here all these years, first, my sword has not been entered, I dare not come, and second, I can't find my enemy?"

"I can't help you with this, it's a very vulgar story, I have given you the fishing gear, you can't expect me to fish for you every day. What's more, these are your lives, I can't carry you on my back and jump down, and then there is the matter of this Xiuyue Villa, in fact, I don't understand, all the answers, you have to find them yourself, that's your life, no one can help you.

The barren mountains are buried with dry bones, and the fields are also buried with unicorns, I am leaving, and I will not go back to this place in the future, the mystery left in your heart, let him stay in his heart, and make you want to die for the rest of your life!"

After saying so many words, Mo Xiuyan found a little bit of what the master looked like back then in the last sentence of the master, and those words in the first days always made him have some life, but I don't know why?

After saying a word, the figure of Tianya Gusuo, who was sitting on the stone, moved, and in front of the eyes of Mo Xiuyan, a few swayed, and the gray-yellow and white homespun cloth clothes were like the wings of a bat, and the waist of the tree flashed, and the person disappeared.

Just thinking about asking again, the figure of the lonely man at the end of the world has long been gone, and he didn't even give him the opportunity to kneel, his straight eyes couldn't turn anymore, and the six gods of the demon Xiuyan walked back to the Sword Pavilion without a master, along the way, all the past events that could be recalled were recalled again, and they were always intertwined in the memory, the blood sand in Shaji Town, and all kinds of things in Huangsha Town. Huangsha Town is all the freshness in life, but the rest is the experience of washing Xiuyue Villa like blood, and Forging Sword Cliff is another life, and a person is divided into several sections alive.

The night passed like this, and Thirteen had already begun to practice his swordsmanship in the courtyard, and the Mo Yan, who got up early, sat on the stone steps and quietly watched Thirteen Yan flying around in the courtyard. And none of the seven sword envoys dared to practice in this courtyard. Mo Xiuyan then remembered the various vices of the Thirteen Emperors, when he was practicing the sword, no one was allowed to watch, but today, he let Mo Yan watch quietly:

"Yan'er, come here, do you want to learn swords from your uncle?"

"I think, my uncle's sword and posture are so good-looking!"

As soon as the thirteen swords were returned to the sheath, they also greeted the demon cultivators, and the inquiry in his eyes was self-explanatory:

"I went to see the master, and after I saw him, he left, and even Luo Mo and the Soul Cultivation Sword died in the hands of anyone, he didn't tell me, just told me where they were buried?"

The Thirteen Elephants had foreseen all this for a long time:

"Ten years ago, Master stopped teaching me, he always said that I was a wolf, he couldn't teach me personally, wolves have their own way of foraging, let me find them by myself.

It's just that back then, he taught ten of us, and we were only allowed to call him master, not like you, but we had to call him master. This is also a blessing for you!"

"Don't talk about this, I let Yan'er worship you as a teacher, I don't know if she has this blessing?"

Thirteen Yan froze for a moment, didn't say anything for a long time, just quietly looked at the demon cultivator.

"There are two reasons why you don't have to stare at me like this, and give you the magic girl, the first is that I want her to follow you more in the future, so that I will have less to worry about when I go out. The second is that a girl's family must have some self-reliance and self-improvement, I don't expect her to have much ability, but I just need to hope that she can have the ability to survive independently in the future.

Survive independently rather than live independently. ”

Repeat this independent existence again, Thirteen Yan seems to understand the meaning of Mo Xiuyan, and it seems that he doesn't understand, and what he can know accurately is that once Mo Yan worships him as a teacher, there is an extra layer of relationship between Mo Xiuyan and his emotions, and there may be worries, as long as Mo Yan worships him as a teacher, then Mo Yan's safety will be all on him, Thirteen Yan's eyes want to turn, he doesn't know there, the two looked at each other and smiled:

"Yan'er, kneel down for your master, and from now on, you will follow him to learn the arts. ”

Mo Yan gave her a small silver whistle as soon as she saw Thirteen Chen, and gave her his black horse, these days, Thirteen Yang is even more responsive to her needs, where there is still hesitation, flutter knock, and knelt in front of Thirteen Chen, and said in his mouth 'Master' No matter at this time, Thirteen Yang is a master or a master, as long as Mo Yan does not leave this Xiuyue Villa, Thirteen Yang is still alive, in this Xiuyue Villa, she has another layer of safety.

Looking at Mo Yan's sincere kneeling, Mo Xiuyan's smiling face finally calmed down. Recalling that when the thirteen sword envoys of the Sword Pavilion knelt down to the Heavenly Cliff at the same time, the old man said with an iron mouth, "I can only be your master, not your master, and then I can understand that in this Xiuyue Villa, I am your master, and I have nothing to do with you when I leave Xiuyue Villa."

Thirteen Yan looked at Mo Xiuyan, silent, and gradually his eyes moistened. Sixteen years of the two of them could not communicate with each other, life and death did not know, when I thought of those years, the sword that should have been on his body, but it was on the body of Mo Xiuyan, those scars, now must still be on him, at this time, he entrusted his daughter to himself, can he love his daughter as he did to me back then?

Thirteen walked to the front of Mo Yan's little feet and hands kneeling on the ground, and picked up Mo Yan:

"Be your father and hold me as I picked you up today, and now I will hold you like your father hugged me back then. ”

"Were you as young as I was then?"

"Yes, I was the only one as tall as you. ”

The one-on-one answer between the two of them didn't pay attention to the demon cultivator at all.

"Let's go to Uncle Iron Sword and ask him to make you a little sword. I'll teach you how to whistle, and when I hear it, I'll know where you are?

"Yes, yes, like commanding a black colt with a silver whistle!"

"Woo·····"

The whistle sounded, and the thirteen people walked out of the Sword Pavilion with the magic girl in their arms, and along the way, the clear and distant whistle sounded all the way. The thirteen Xuan came out of the Sword Pavilion, and the Demon Xiuyan also blew a whistle from his mouth, and this whistle blew out, and the Thirteen Xuan outside the Sword Pavilion also responded.

This whistle was only understood by the thirteen people in their original Sword Pavilion, but now, in this Xiuyue Mountain Villa, the only people who could understand this whistle were him and the Thirteen Emperors. From the whistle blown by the Thirteen Brothers, Mo Xiuyan and the Thirteen Dragons both said goodbye. As for Mo Yan, Mo Xiuyan really couldn't say goodbye to her, after all, in this Xiuyue Villa, she didn't have any relatives, but the current reality, he couldn't keep the peace of this kind of reunion, if he didn't struggle, then it might be the life and death of the family, and this little parting in front of him could only make Mo Yan sad!