On the mountain path, the girl held a peach blossom in her hand, squinted and smiled at Li Taixuan, and then turned her head again, no longer paying attention to the sword that suppressed the merry immortal of thousands of warriors in the world.

On the way to Qingtian Martial Mansion, Lin Huang sensed the news in the Thirteen Kills Token, and was a little puzzled, and then asked Pei Xiufu beside him

"What is the Ancient Sword Shrine?"

Pei Xiufu frowned slightly, "a broken world"

Well

Lin Huang became more and more confused.

Pei Xiufu sat on the body of the flying beast, and then said, "In ancient times, there was a glorious kendo era, and everyone in the world respected the practice of kendo. Countless peerless sword techniques of Tibetan swordsmanship, array swordsmanship, and imperial swordsmanship shine in the sky, and the reputation of countless peerless sword cultivators is like the sky and the moon."

"It's just that later, I don't know what the reason is, this kendo prosperity was annihilated, annihilated in the torrent of years. Between heaven and earth, there are fewer and fewer people who practice swordsmanship, until they wither."

"However, even though the prosperity of the sword path has been annihilated, countless peerless sword cultivators have turned into dry bones, and countless swordsmanship that shine for eternity have become a peerless sound. But that world of sword aura still preserves a broken world, floating and sinking in the river of time."

Pei Xiufu didn't know why he took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes twice, and continued with a slight sigh, "And the broken kendo world on that side is called the Ancient Sword Shrine."

"In the sword mound, there are countless sword paths that overwhelm the world, and they can easily kill the realm of the Holy King, which can be described as extremely dangerous. But under the danger, there are also countless opportunities. Because in that sword mound, I don't know how many divine swords that once shined in the world, and I don't know how many peerless sword cultivators have been buried."

"Therefore, the Ancient Sword Shrine is the temple of every true lucky enough to step into the heart of a kendo warrior"

"In the sword shrine, the legend has the true meaning of kendo"

Pei Xiufu said conclusively after covering the coffin, and then turned his head to look at Lin Huang, "Legend has it that when Li Taixuan first entered the rivers and lakes at the age of twenty, he rode a donkey over the sword mound upside down, no one knows what he got from the sword mound, only that in the next twenty years, before Li Taixuan won the pinnacle of kendo, he was undefeated after he won the pinnacle of kendo without defeat."

Listening to Pei Xiufu's words, Lin Huang's heart stirred slightly, "Li Taixuan is another person who suppressed an era"

Originally, when he heard that Lin Cangxue was going to the Sword Shrine, he was still a little worried, after all, the Sword Shrine was not a stable place. However, with Li Taixuan's strength, Lin Cangxue should be worry-free.

The boulder in Lin Huang's heart finally landed.

The only news he doesn't know now is Bai Xiaopang.

I don't know if the character of the latter will be thrown in the gutter.

It's really nerve-wracking.

In less than half a day, Lin Huang saw the Qingtian Martial Mansion once again, which was eight hundred miles long.

Pei Xiufu did not lead a few people to walk in the Qingtian Martial Mansion with a swagger, but directly appeared outside a green mountain lake in the mountain behind the Spiritual Qi Cliff.

The lake is turquoise, clear and full of aura.

From time to time, ripples rippled out of it, and it seemed that in the lake, there were countless spirit fish or other things.

And next to the lake, there are four cottages.

Each grass house is only three zhang in size, and it looks a little simple, which is incompatible with the magnificent Qingtian Martial Mansion. However, the grass thatched huts and the lake here complement each other well.

It's like a paradise in the Qingtian Martial Mansion.

And this place doesn't seem to be accessible to ordinary people.

When a few people appeared by the lake and Lin Huang looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi in front of him, his figure was calm, but he was as majestic as a mountain.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the rippling lake, and his thoughts flew wild.

Seeing everyone appear, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi slowly turned around, and with a sweep of his eyes, he fell on Lin Huang.

"I've seen the Lord of the City"

Lin Huang clenched his fists and spoke, slightly positive.

The first time I saw Lu Donghuang was when he was outside Qingtian City, and the latter came like a rainbow hanging upside down in the sky, which can be described as extremely high-spirited, with a hint of the taste of the overlord of the world.

Then, I thought that Pei Xiufu guessed his situation, so he asked Lu Donghuang to help him.

Although in the entire war, Lu Donghuang did not play a big role. But the grace of sending charcoal in the snow, Lin Huang will never forget it no matter what.

Lin Huang could also vaguely guess that he was able to enter the Qingtian Martial Mansion unhindered, perhaps because the latter stepped into the Saint King Realm a few days ago and became an eighth-level formation master.

If there is no powerhouse of the Saint King Realm sitting in Qingtian City, Lin Huang will not be able to walk to the Qingtian Martial Mansion

Raising his eyes to look at Lin Huang, Lu Donghuang's eyes narrowed slightly, his reef-like face trembled slightly, and then he suppressed the feelings in his heart, and only hummed lightly.

Pei Xiufu patted Lin Huang's shoulder and pointed to the row of thatched huts, "The second thatched hut is the old man's, and the first thatched hut is Taiqing's, so you can live there." The third room is Donghuang's, and the fourth thatched hut is from the Southern Tang Dynasty back then, which is good for Tang Xiaoqi."

"So where do I live?"

Song Changling was suddenly dissatisfied.

Li Chunfeng's eyes were also vaguely looking at Pei Xiufu, he didn't have a place to live, but he had never seen the world, how could he dare to say what he thought in his heart.

Pei Xiufu didn't bother to pay attention to Song Changling, waved his hand and returned to his hut, leaving only a fluttering sentence for Lin Huang, "Two hours later, the old man will feed you a fist"

Lin Huang patted Li Chunfeng's shoulder and said with a smile, "It's good to live with me."

Tang Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly turned red, he glared at Li Chunfeng with jealousy, and shouted, "Brother Lin Huang, I want to sleep with you."

Lin Huang froze in place.

Then led Li Chunfeng to run away.

In the end, in just half an hour, there were two more thatched huts next to the lake, one next to the forest barren, which belonged to Li Chunfeng. One is next to Li Chunfeng, which is Song Changling's, which is the most remote.

Walking slowly into the thatched hut, Lin Huang swept his eyes around, and the heart lake made a slight wave.

The thatched hut is simple, and at most it can keep out the wind and rain.

But it's extremely clean.

It seems that it has been uninhabited for more than 20 years, and there are people who clean it from time to time, preserving the appearance of the past.

There are very few objects in the room, so you can see it in full view.

A bed.

A large wooden barrel.

A potted plant with intricate roots, placed in the place of the window, bathed in the mild and brilliant sun. In the middle of the belly, a red rope is tied to the middle of the potted plant, which looks like a woman's object.

In addition to this, there is also a desk that is five feet long.

On the desk, there are pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, and dozens of books are stacked together.

Lin Huang approached the desk, only to see that the ink in the inkstone had already dried up. The brush rests on the pen stand next to it, and the tip of the brush is extremely hard.

A square piece of Longyan black jade pressed a piece of Taihu Lake splendid rice paper as thin as a cicada's wings.

On the rice paper, the ten-mile peach forest is described, and the flowers are blooming brilliantly.

And in that peach forest, there is a graceful woman looking back and smiling, like a peach blossom in the spring breeze, delicate and beautiful with the wind and snow in the world.

The peach blossoms on the human face are red