Feng Ao's fishing rod danced a few times, and a hundred steps appeared in front of him, and only then did he understand that this stone tablet was actually an enchantment between the Beihai faction and the red dust mortal world.

Just stepped on the stairs, hundreds of swordsmen in Tsing Yi ushered in, saw Chan Xun and the two faces, and asked the leader, "Uncle Shi, where are the two Venerables, the rules of the mountain gate, if there is no palm teaching, please go to the side stack to rest." ”

"It's the heir of the sword vein, quickly inform your master and the elders. ”

The man got out of the way, blew the horn, and Feng Ao said, "You quickly go to the sword shrine and invite Pu Weng to come, and say that the old man is here." ”

With the wind proud to the council hall, there are eight or nine people seated, looking at the clothes, the Zen master and apprentice are all juniors, kneeling and bowing, "The disciples visit the uncles." ”

"The token seems to me. "The one who speaks is the head of the sect, the supreme of the Beihai faction, the senior brother of the teacher, named Long Ke;

Presented the long sword to him, held it in his hand and said, "It is indeed correct, the sword guard has been stationed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion since the beginning of the founding of the faction, and today is no exception. ”

"The disciple obeys the decree of the law. ”

"There is no need to be polite, you are the Bishop of the Sword Guard with this sword in your hand, and from this day forward, all but those present here are disciples. ”

"The disciple understands. ”

Knowing the identity of the position of the people present, sitting in their own position, I don't know when to set up an old man outside the door, his hair is white, his hands are like withered, he looks like he should be in the age of the expired Yi, and he saw that there was nothing in the hall, so he walked in, although he was old, but his hands and feet were nimble, and his actions were as flexible as a young man.

"The old man has not been out of the sword mound for more than 300 years, and he will teach me today, and there will be great things." ”

Chan Xun was shocked in his heart, three hundred years, this person has not already established an immortal class, why is he still guarding the tomb in the sword mound?

Long Ke and the elders stood up and said in a harmonious voice, "Pu Weng, today's sword guard heirs have returned to the sect, and your three-hundred-year-old wish can be obtained." ”

Pu Weng turned to Chan Xun and the others, and saw that the long sword in his hand was indeed undoubted, and said, "Who is your master?"

"The name of the family teacher is Lotus Girl, and the entry is just the word forgotten worry given by the ancestor, so the people on the rivers and lakes call it the forgetting sword. ”

"Do you know who the 'Ghost Sword' is?"

"I once heard the master mention, it is my ancestor, I passed on a skill to the master, after traveling in Kunlun, and then never seen again, seven years ago the master gave me this sword, saying that I will look for the ancestor and go, and then never see again. ”

Pu Weng had tears in the corners of his eyes, and sighed, "This life should be fateless, I have died since old age, and I will not talk about the past in Hongchen." ”

Long Ke got up, clenched his fists and said, "Pu Weng is already an immortal, how can he say life and death." ”

"I did not have a weak crown, when the king of the guard, the government joined the army, next year after the collapse of Lu, the two clans fought for land, the rise and fall of the country, the people suffered, then the bundle of the way, vainly asked the road of Datong, several times to ask for it but could not, now 490 years of catastrophe is coming, no intention to cross, regret, brothers separated only. ”

After finishing speaking, Pu Weng didn't know where to go, leaving only everyone in the hall, lamenting the impermanence of the world.

The Zen master and apprentice got up and went to the middle hall, saluted and said, "Thank you for the grace of the palm." ”

Long Ke stopped Chan Xun and said, "This is a retraction, you two are both disciples of Beihai, and there is nothing wrong with the master, now you hold the bishop's token, and you have your own seat on the holy mountain, this is not the merit of the people here, you can't say thank you." ”

"Obey the teachings of the teacher. ”

"Go back today to wash and cleanse yourself, and tomorrow when the east moves, the holy tomb worships the ancestors. ”

When the Zen master and apprentice went out, an old man led the way to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and only said, "The north building is a forbidden place, and you can't enter without a master's command." ”

Hearing the rooster's crowing and getting up, seeing the stars setting in the west and the east not moving, it should be the time to dress up and wait for the disciples to guide the way.

When the east moved, Long Ke opened his mouth and said, "The sword guard has been out of the sect for more than 300 years, and in the future, people will return with the sword, and the sword will return to its place, the good fortune of the sect, the disciple Long Ke, the line is in charge of the teaching, leading the elders to worship the patriarch, conferring the title of Zen Xun bishop, and leading the sword guard." ”

Out of the Holy Tomb, Chan Xun asked, "Uncle Shi, how many people are there in the Sword Guard lineage, why haven't you seen them yesterday?"

Long Ke replied slowly, "I don't know, all the twins in the door will no longer be recorded, Xuanjian will leave the throne, the bishop will be out of the sect, and the sword guard has not been taught in the Holy Mountain for more than three hundred years. ”

Chan Xun couldn't help but be disappointed in his heart, and heard that the master said that Xuanjian could mobilize 5,000 disciples in the world, and he originally wanted to gather people and horses to do great things, but now he can only find another way.

Farewell to the master, I am very depressed in my heart, today's chaos, it is the time for men to show their ambitions, if you don't come out at this time, won't you ruin the reputation of the predecessors of the sword guard, where to go, it is really difficult to choose.

Guessing Zen Xun's heart, Feng Ao said, "There is a way in everything, the teacher and nephew come from afar, the opportunity is rare, when the self-cultivation is cultivated, in order to come out again." ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, and Chan Xun said, "The disciple is ridiculous for a while, Uncle Xie mentions it." ”

Back in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Meng Liyu knelt down and said, "Please pass on the disciple's skills." ”

Chan Xun helped her up, and the master and apprentice sat on the ground, "From today on, when you hear the rooster crowing, you will get up, pick up water and chop firewood, copy the scriptures, and when the firewood is full, the water is full, and the books are full, you can learn martial arts."

"Why?"

"Strengthen the muscles and bones, sharpen the heart. ”

Since that day, Dongfang has carried a flat shoulder when moving, the sun is high in his hand and holding a sharp axe, holding a pen in front of the sunset, after four degrees of spring and autumn, the former childish* has grown into a cardamom year, faded childish, full of murderous eyes, and the disciples in the door only dare to retreat when they see it.

When it was Qingming, there were also a lot of sentimentality piled up between the eyebrows, as in previous years, Chan Xun handed over the fragrant paper and asked: Go to another three hundred and sixty days, what is left in the mortal dust?

"Master, hatred and ....... ”

What else?

What else?

After more than four years on the mountain, more than four years of hard thinking, fidgeting and eating tastelessly every day, however, after all, I could not know 'what is left in the red dust, in the master and hatred?'

"Four degrees of spring and autumn, your muscles and bones have been strong, since tomorrow, the east moves when the hand holds the scriptures, after noon the sword breaks through the sky, the sun goes west to eat. ”

Meng Liyu inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner, turned around and knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master, I don't know what kind of skill Master will pass on to me." ”

"What would you like to learn?"

"The sword of lore, I wish to ask for a way to kill the Quartet. ”

His face was as old as ever, and he didn't know how to be angry, and he said lightly, "Ten years of sharpening the sword just for one kill, very good! Very good! ”

I only remembered in my ears and passed on the way of your sword, and I was so happy in my heart that I hurriedly took the long sword, and I never slackened my dreams for four years, and the sword has been sharpened out of the peerless blade, what is the use of it at this time.

Standing in front of the Master, he said, "Please pass me the Sword of Destruction." ”

In his arms, he took out a yellowing scripture book and handed it to Meng Liyu, "The water column of Tianchi is ten thousand feet high, and you can leave the mountain for revenge." ”

After speaking, she jumped lightly and disappeared, the girl shouted several times in the courtyard without answering, and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and carefully looked at the sword book to compare it, although it was the first time to get started, but it also looked like it.

The bell on the holy mountain rang urgently, and the disciples in the door took their long swords out of their sheaths, and hurriedly came to say, "The sword guard of the sect ordered the sword guard to go to the holy tomb to retreat from the enemy." ”

The master and apprentice rushed to the Holy Mausoleum, and saw that five or six Taoist priests were surrounded by more than ten monks, and there were dozens of Beihai disciples outside the Holy Mausoleum, but none of them dared to enter. ”

Let the disciples retreat, Meng Liyu stepped forward, "Wait for the speed to descend, if you don't descend, you will be killed." ”

The monks laughed wildly, saying that they didn't know what to say, in short, they knew by their expressions that it was not a good word, and the long sword was unsheathed, and one person was divided into two from the middle line.

I only heard the scream of a man with a face full of meat, the golden sword monk put out a formation that I don't know what it was, and the long sword of Mengli Yu rose again, only dozens of collisions were heard, and the two sides failed to distinguish between the high and low.

Taking advantage of the fierce battle, five or six Taoist priests all found a safe place to hide, and there were no worries, and the Beihai disciples rushed up, and the golden sword monks were like melons and fruits, blood splashed in the holy tomb, and their heads were in different places.

In the square hall, dozens of golden sword monks were very arrogant, and the leader said blunt official words: "Nian'er and others are hidden in the mountains, if you hand over the prisoners today and descend under the door of my master, you can avoid death." ”

"Who is rampant, dare to be presumptuous in the holy mountain. ”

There was an angry roar outside the door, and the person who came in was holding an eight-sided Han sword, born white and pure like a lady in the boudoir, wearing a plain gauze crown scarf, wearing a splendid crown, stepping on the red dragon black gold boots, a proud body, a righteous body.

"Big brother. The Beihai disciples in the hall bowed their hands, which showed its majesty.

Walk to the middle hall and stand in front of the palm, hug the fist and say, "Teach the palm, the rules of the mountain gate, whoever holds the sword and breaks into the mountain, unravels the sword and sends it away, which violates the death." ”

The head teacher waved his hand: "Bring your junior brother here, it's not too late to figure out the beginning and the end." ”

The two sides in the hall quarreled endlessly, and neither could understand what the other was saying.

Zen Xun Master and Apprentice took six Taoist priests to the Sifang Palace, and the head of the sect frowned, "All dead?"

"The holy mountain has rules since the ancestor, non-people from our sect have a sword into the holy tomb to disturb the peace of the ancestors, regardless of the fate of the mausoleum for life, violators are killed, such stubborn people, not killing is not enough to be the power of the North Sea, not to destroy is not enough to raise the name of the holy mountain. ”

The head of the sect turned around and left, leaving a message, "This matter will be handled by Zen Ming." ”

The eyes of the disciples in the hall all fell on the senior brother, his murderous expression was exposed, and the long sword in his hand was trembling, seeking an opportunity to get out of the sheath.

The monks of the Golden Sword are still arrogantly insulting, and the Taoist priest who was rescued in the Holy Tomb can understand: "He claims to be a disciple of the Later Zhao Golden Sword National Master, and asks you to hand over my brothers and offer a letter of surrender, otherwise you will slaughter the Holy Mountain." ”

Only a 'kill' was heard, and the person with the loudest voice was already separated.

There was a burst of sword light and sword shadows, and the blood flowed into the square hall, and Meng Liyu was in the center, with a little blood stains on his body.

The senior brother waved his hand, "Clean up the pieces, be sure to check them, don't cause anger."

In the daytime battle, Meng Liyu's ability can be seen, and he is complacent about his achievements, Chan Xun draws his sword, "Can you fight?"

Kneeling in panic, he bowed again and again, "The disciple knows his mistake and begs the master for forgiveness." ”

"What is wrong with you, draw your sword. ”

The long sword was out of the sheath, and the moon was even more cold, only to hear a sound breaking the air, the long sword in his hand did not know where to go, Chan Xun had left ten zhang away, and the two long swords were in the sheath.