Thirteen Yan picked up the reins of the horse on the ground, took the reins of the horse, and turned his head directly on the road, regardless of whether the demon cultivator behind him followed him or not. Looking at the figure of Mo Xiuyan also turned around, all the fathers and villagers in Huangsha Town also moved, Mo Xiuyan took a step, they also followed a step, they walked down the stone slabs on the well platform for the first time when they said goodbye, and when they walked to the carriage with Liang Chunhua, they all looked straight at the back of Mo Xiuyan, and listened to the dull sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the loess.

The red light of the sun turned into golden light at this time, and a kind of sunshine warmth was also sprinkled on people's bodies, but everyone still involuntarily curled up as much as possible, and deliberately wrapped the clothes on their bodies with their hands, straight, like some sculptures. The sun shone on the tree poles, and the grass in the shade of the trees moved lightly in the breeze, looking for where the sun was going. The mist on the distant mountains had lifted, and a mountain was full of golden light, and there was not a trace of shadow to be seen. There was not a single bird call this morning, and the birds this morning didn't seem to hear Liang Chunhua's shouts in the past, and none of them had yet to go out.

Huangsha Town is also quiet this morning, as quiet as the sky without a trace of clouds, there is only a lonely sun, this lonely sun because it is a little more lonely, and it is too lazy to move, always fixed in the place behind the mountain.

Liang Chunhua glanced at the villagers around her, although she was not born in this place, her four children were born here. Where is her hometown? It doesn't matter at this time, but now she is leaving the children's hometown, and the sick brother's illness is already very serious, she can no longer bear it, all the sadness, all the worries, all the fears, now there is only the sick brother, and the sick brother's illness is the only thing she has at the moment.

Mo Xiuyan and the Thirteen Dragons went on the road together, the three black-clothed riders went on the road together, the Demon Concubine sat on the horse, and the Demon Xiuyan and the Thirteen Dragons were always competing with each other. Mo Xiuyan raised three fingers at a time, but Thirteen Yan raised three fingers and pressed one, and after a few gestures, Thirteen handed the reins in his hand to Mo Xiuyan and let his father and daughter move forward.

As soon as he turned around, Thirteen Yang looked at the three followers:

"The three of you follow me, just like when I followed the Demon Cultivation Words, and you only know that the Demon Cultivation Yan you are looking for is the judge of our Moon Cultivation Sword, but what you don't know is that he is the first sword in my Thirteen Moon Cultivation Swords, and this is not important, the important thing is that he is the only successor of the three statues of my Moon Cultivation Sword, although only one of the three is still in charge of the alliance.

But Mo Xiuyan is just like I have saved you, he has also saved me countless times, he is afraid that the three of you will say what his wife wants to do with me today, I promised him that one of the three of you will be left, and the other two can only be dead. ”

As soon as the three of them heard Thirteen Chen's words, after a long silence, the two of them took a step forward at the same time:

"Stay with Xiao Lin by your side, and he may be able to repay you a little favor for the two of us in the future. ”

After saying this, he pulled out the long sword from his waist and was about to kill himself. The two long swords almost cut through the skin, and the thirteen swords stepped out in one step, both hands came out, and one grabbed the blades of the two long swords:

"It's been almost three years and you still haven't grown, I'm talking about making two of you dead, but I didn't say let you die, this kind of understanding will eventually make you both dead.

It's okay, let the two of you leave earlier, maybe the two of you can get your own way of dying in your life, maybe you two can really die quietly in a mountain forest like a demon cultivator!"

Looking at the two young people in their prime, the thirteen people who had never been in the middle age of the thirteen years ago, the sadness of the twilight suddenly flooded between the eyebrows:

"Where is my money, you both know? Go and take it, divide it, and you two will disappear into the world you are familiar with. ”

Blood flowed from the palms of the thirteen dragons, dripping to the ground, to the blade of the sword, and in the yellow sunlight of the soft morning breeze, the sun was not moving, and the wind was swimming back and forth in the air like water. A hint of wind moved to the faces of the two men in black, and stirred the long hair that covered half of their faces vertically on their faces:

"Cheng Xiao, Ye Jian. The two of you were bent on ascending the sword tower, and you also have your own sword box. But now, the two of you have no choice but to stop here, may you and I never see each other again in this life, this is my blessing, and it is also the blessing of the two of you. ”

After speaking, the blade of the sword in his hand loosened, and as soon as he turned around, he led the horse of the two of them and chased the demon Xiuyan father and daughter.

The ancient mansion where the Moon Repair Sword Corridor wandered was still the same as when Demon Xiuyan left, the mountain stream was still flowing quietly and silently, and the ancient trees in the west were still verdant and dark green, I don't know how many years the gate was still the same mottled blue and gray as it was back then, but the two sword boys in front of the door didn't know where they went?

Mo Xiuyan walked in the front alone, Thirteen Yan took Mo Yan's little hand behind, and Xiao Lin last.

Looking at the four big characters of Xiuyue Villa on the door that had already fallen into the paint, everything seemed to have not changed in the past sixteen years. The two doormen were about to step forward to block the demon cultivators, and the thirteen servants shouted out from behind:

"Xiuyue's first sword, the demon Xiu sword has arrived. ”

This running horn shocked the two doorkeepers, like the arrival of the god they admired, and like the arrival of the god of killing. As soon as one of the doorkeepers put his hands together in front of his mouth, he shouted in a loud voice:

"The first sword of Xiuyue Tower, the demon sword has arrived!"

The shouting was several times louder than the Thirteen Rings, and a doorman hurriedly pushed the door open. One after another, the sound of shouts reached the dense forest deep in the back mountain. Mo Xiuyan climbed the first stone step, looked to one side, and looked at the end of the stone staircase on the right:

"Yan'er, let me tell you a little secret, you see there is a stone crack under the stone steps over there, you go and see, are the three colorful stones in it still in it? Let me tell you, I was born here back then, and now you are considered home, when I am not there, you don't have to shoot, just treat this as our home, and everyone will take care of you." ”

Mo Yan listened to her father's words, but just heard the front and felt strange, her father said that he was born here, and there were colorful stones under the stone steps as evidence, and she couldn't help but take her hand with a thirteen troll, and ran to the side of the vertical wall of the stone steps, and saw that under the first stone steps, there was a stone gap that could just allow her little hand to reach into, and she didn't want to, so she reached in and groped, and when she withdrew her hand, a pair of eyes just looked at the three round stones in the palm of her hand, and there were three stones in the palm of her hand, yellow, green and white, and there was a four-color colored stone. When the joy in Mo Yan's heart was reflected on her face, she believed that her father was born in this place, and now she was only back, and the sadness when she was separated from her mother, when she looked at the three stones in her hand, everything was lighter and lighter. Ran in front of Thirteen Heroes in a few steps, held the stone in his hand high, and let Thirteen Heroes look at it.

Going up the second stone staircase, Mo Xiuyan couldn't help but look back, this huge manor was not only the place where he was born, but also the only person in this manor who was born and ascended to the Sword Pavilion. When he turned around, a sharp sword out of its sheath finally rose in its eyes, as if it was a tiger shaking off a body of dust, and finally showed its gorgeous but not angry and arrogant fur. Ascending the stone steps again, Mo Xiuyan's affection for returning from a long absence was warming his eyes, and he couldn't help but extinguish the fierceness in his eyes.

The familiar scenes in the courtyard reflected in his eyes all the people and things he had left for the last time. Then go up the stone steps, there are figures in the courtyard running towards him, Mo Xiuyan heard the footsteps, his eyebrows tightened, he couldn't help twisting, and wanted to move to the left, his toes just stepped back from the ground, the center of gravity moved back forward, and finally the four stone steps moved twice, and he climbed up, and stepped into the door, only to see seven swordsmen each carrying a long sword, standing on the road in the middle of the main courtyard.

Thirteen Xun and Mo Yan walked to the side of Mo Xiuyan:

"Bold, when you see the first sword, you stand in the middle of the road without courtesy, what do you want?"

A boy of eighteen or nineteen years old glanced at Thirteen Rounds:

"We take you as the head of the sword, but you don't want to. Now that the real sword head is back, he is not our sword head for us, and he has to pass our level!"

As soon as Mo Xiuyan heard the meaning, the hand behind him naturally fell vertically:

"Since I left this Moon Cultivation Villa sixteen years ago, I am not the Sword Pavilion Sword Leader, and now I am just a prisoner of the Moon Cultivation Villa. Then you don't have to embarrass me. ”

"We never embarrassed anyone, you know, into the Sword Pavilion, no more yourself, only the task in the Sword Pavilion, we only belong to the Sword Pavilion, and this Sword Pavilion since you, no one dares to be the head of the sword, not to mention who is stronger than whom, just our Sword Pavilion Thirteen Swords, in addition to the Thirteen Swords who occupy the thirteen swords, is famous in the Sword Pavilion, the rest of us eleven people, all become the same people, every time there is a task to travel, who is the leader, is not only the difficulty of the Pavilion Master, but also we are in action because of this name and have an accident.

It turns out that there are thirteen swords in the Sword Pavilion, since you left, now there are only thirteen swords, he is older than us, and he is the oldest person in the Sword Pavilion, we take him as the head, he refuses to die, only said that he was born with thirteen swords, and he also occupies the position of the thirteen in the Sword Pavilion.

You're going to judge this for us?"

As soon as the demon cultivator heard this, everything was reasonable, and there was love everywhere, they didn't dare to compete with the thirteen for the status of the thirteen, and no one dared to sit at the head of the sword, but it was really a matter of facts, but there was nothing to be embarrassed by him, and he was wholeheartedly on a sword pavilion, and for a while, he was really speechless. Before Mo Xiuyan could reply, he asked again:

"When we went on a mission, the forty-five branches, no matter which one they were, never believed in our thirteen swords in the Sword Pavilion, although we were missing you, but we were also the ones who entered the Sword Pavilion after all, how can we deal with ourselves in the Sword Pavilion?

These two questions also let Mo Xiuyan, the sword head from the Sword Pavilion, know that this is a real thing. Xiuyue Villa is made of the thirteen swords of this Xiuyue Villa, from the day when this Xiuyue Villa is hung up, as long as there is a sword in the Xiuyue Sword Pavilion, no one dares to approach this Xiuyue Villa within fifty miles, how can this group of dragons not have a song?