Juejian Peak, the peak is 10,000 feet high, and the mountain peak is like a long sword full of cold rays.

It had just rained a little, and the breeze blew on my body, making it a little cold.

Youcao, stone jar, ancient well...... The layout is elegant and reasonable, and the candles in the house are lit, flickering and dimming.

Ling Yue and Wen Zhou sat looking at each other, with a cup of fine Baihua tea in front of them, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

Wen Zhou's long sleeves waved slightly, his voice was rare kindness and gentleness, and he said softly: "Yue'er, come, taste it, this is a hundred flower tea from Dongfan, it tastes very good, and I am reluctant to drink it on weekdays." ”

"Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue clenched his fists slightly.

Then he picked up the teacup and gently sipped it with his lips, and suddenly, a warm current grew, spreading to all corners of his body, washing away all the fatigue in his body, and the warmth was incomparable, as if he was soaking his whole body in a hot spring, and he wanted to moan comfortably.

"How's that, isn't it?" Wen Zhou stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Ling Yue bowed slightly, although he had doubts in his heart, he still listened quietly.

Wen Zhou picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes, and asked casually, "What do you think of Yu Tianrui?"

Ling Yue touched his chin with his fingers, groaned for a while, and said: "Don't be surprised when you encounter trouble, you have great wisdom, you have no chance, there are thousands of hills and valleys in your chest, and one day you can meet the water and turn into a dragon, which is worthy of deep friendship." ”

"Yes, if you have Kunpeng in your heart, how can you be a basil?" Wen Zhou's fingers gently tapped the table with the rhythm of the candle flame, and the tea in the teacup swayed in a circle of fine ripples.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

After a while, Wen Zhou's lips parted, and said: "Yue'er, if you can meet this person, it also means that you are very lucky, you have to grasp it well, I have a faint premonition in my heart, this world may not be able to restrain this person, this kind of opportunity, you have to grasp it, exchange sincerity for sincerity, as long as you can get a little bit of it, the road in the future will definitely be wider and wider, and you will be better than Shizun." ”

Ling Yue's heart sank, although he knew in his heart that Ou Yangming was talented, he never thought that his master's evaluation of Ou Yangming would be so high. How is this possible?

The sound roared in his head like thunder, shattering his original world to pieces.

After being stunned for a long time, he nodded lightly and responded, "Master, I understand." ”

Wen Zhou looked out the window, sighed and said, "You still don't understand!"

After retracting his gaze, the slightly old fingers buckled upside down on the space bag, and after a flash of whiteness, a yellowed sheepskin lay quietly in his palm, and the breath was extremely distant, roughly estimated, it had existed for at least thousands of years.

Wen Zhou had a look of remembrance in his eyes, and explained: "This sheepskin map is what I got in the ruins, and you take it to Yu Tianrui, which is also a big favor, as long as this little incense continues, with the kindness of this person dripping water and repaying it with a spring, your benefits are indispensable." ”

"Master......" Ling Yue suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of excitement.

"Take it, don't be pretentious. As he spoke, Wen Zhou gently handed over the parchment diagram.

Ling Yue took the parchment diagram, only to feel heavy.

As soon as his eyes were hot, he raised his hand and wiped it gently, and scolded: "It has just rained, and the wind is strong, so I blow the sand into my eyes." ”

Wen Zhou didn't say anything, and advised: "Although feelings can also be managed, but more importantly, it is caused by Jin Cheng, Jin Shi is open, don't put the cart before the horse, this parchment is just a stepping stone." ”

"Follow the teachings of the Master. Ling Yue bowed respectfully, sincerely.

"Go!" Wen Zhou waved his sleeves, and his voice was extremely wise.

After Ling Yue left, he walked to the top of the mountain, took out a pot of spirits, and poured himself a drink.

Looking at the mountains and rivers below, he secretly said in his heart, the voice of the gods and demons that tore the golden arrow feathers apart today is really the secret method of the dragon clan? Is there really a dragon in this world?

A sip of strong wine into his throat, and his heart was a little dazed.

In the moonlight, the mountain road is rugged and winds into the distance.

Ling Yue touched the parchment in his arms through his clothes, only to feel that another raging fire was burning in his heart.

He secretly said in his heart, Shizun has always been extremely accurate in looking at people, but if Brother Yu wants to break free from the shackles of this world, it still feels too far-fetched, what did Shizun find? He was extremely curious in his heart, but it was only in an instant, and he rotted this thought in his heart, even if he asked him, he would not say.

His back gradually disappeared into the moonlight.

"Knock knock knock......" The knock on the door is not hurried or slow.

With a "click", the door opened, and when he saw Ling Yue, Ou Yangming smiled heartily and said, "Brother Ling, please come in quickly." ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation and welcomed Ling Yue in.

After chatting with each other for a while, Ou Yangming took the initiative to ask, "Brother Ling, I don't know what is the important matter when you come to the cold house at this time?"

Ling Yue took out a sheepskin diagram from his arms, and his voice was not hurried: "I know that Brother Yu is about to enter the Great Ruin, and I have prepared a generous gift for you." Before the voice fell, he handed the parchment both hands.

"This is?" Ou Yangming was taken aback and asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Yu will see it by looking at it. Ling Yue blinked his eyes, his face mysterious.

Ou Yangming's heart froze, he took it with both hands, and after just looking at it, his face changed, and he said in a loud voice: "Brother Ling, this is ...... It's so precious!"

Ling Yue waved his hand and chuckled, "Brother Yu, although this map is only a fragment, it can also increase the hope of survival. If you look at the dark black place, it means that the place cannot be approached, and danger and opportunity coexist in the ruins, so don't be hypocritical. Having said that, Ou Yangming is not easy to refute, and this parchment map is indeed a send-off.

Ou Yangming's eyes froze, and he lightly arched his hand, and said, "Brother Ling, if you want something in the future, it doesn't matter, as long as you can do it later, you will never postpone it." ”

Ling Yue's face was happy, he did so much, wasn't it for this promise?

But he said: "Brother Yu is serious. ”

Seeing that Ou Yangming's whole mind was on the parchment chart, Ling Yue's eyes rolled and he took the initiative to speak: "Brother Yu, it's not early, so I'll leave first." ”

Ou Yangming stood up and sent him out of the courtyard, looking at his distant back, his eyes contemplative.

The essence flashed in his eyes, and he probed his spiritual power into the parchment map, and compared it with the remnant picture seen on the top floor of the ancient tower, carefully and carefully, without putting the slightest detail, after half an hour, he secretly said in his heart, the ruins are too big, and he can't tell where the place marked by this map is, maybe the place marked by this parchment map is less than one ten-thousandth.

With a sigh, he put the parchment into the space bag.

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At the top of the Absolute Sword Peak, in a stone house, a man in gorgeous clothes sat cross-legged, carrying a three-foot-long blood-colored sword box behind him, the red light surged, which made people extremely frightened, and the sword box contained the sword of the Absolute Sword Peak.

The burial sword's eyes opened and closed, and the shadow of a bloody sword was reflected in his eyes.

The blood sword grew rapidly larger, and the sword aura overflowed in the entire stone house, and there was actually the chill and spirit of the nineteen states of the sword frost.

The burial sword gently slapped the sword box, and the blood-colored long sword flipped up and down, extremely agile.

He raised his right hand, drawing a circle in the air, and the blood sword pushed out with his movements, startling a wave of sword qi, and in an instant, the stone wall directly sank six or seven zhang inward, but the strange thing was that not a single piece of broken stone flew up.

His eyes flashed, and he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Why do swords need to be buried, swords need to be raised." ”

At this moment, an old man walked in with a shabby sword box on his back, which was covered with rags and a clear crack running through it.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and his qi was blocked, giving people a feeling of twilight, and if I really wanted to describe it, it was like he had just gotten up from the grave.

Funeral Night stepped forward, gently supported the old man's arm, and said softly: "Don't worry, Sword Elder, this time when I enter the ruins, I will definitely bring out the spiritual things that continue to be alive." ”

The old man coughed and sighed: "People can not believe in fate, but they can't disobey the old." ”

His name is Jian Yi, the peak master of the Absolute Sword Peak, and his sword cultivation is earth-shattering, he has broken the river with a sword and changed the river with a sword.

Cultivation is also the realm of the Venerable, even with his current state of exhausted vitality, the ordinary Venerable is really not his opponent.

He is a sword cultivator, and the skill of sword cultivation and attack is unmatched, if the person who cultivates the sword pays attention to the majestic atmosphere, the long knife is rolling, and nothing can stop it, then the person who cultivates the sword is sharp, which can pierce the sky and pierce all the sharpness in the world.

The burial sword said softly: "How can you, you have to live for thousands of years." ”

"Haha, you're going to please me, and I didn't hurt you in vain. The old man put down the sword box, and sat on the ground without the slightest grace. Then he said: "Now, the Seven Star Sect is extremely prosperous, even if the old man is gone, it will not hurt, but the extremes of things will be reversed, or not, I am afraid that the sect master will be blinded by thieves for a while." This desire, once the gap is opened, it can't be controlled, so it's not that the old man is afraid of death, it's that the old man can't die! I have to watch and guard, I can rest assured, just like the elixir of immortality that has been spread in Zhangzhou, if it is not for the promotion of someone with a heart, I don't believe it. ”

The burial sword complimented again: "Listening to the words of the old sword is better than reading a book for hundreds of years." ”

The old man made a gesture to fight, but was gently dodged by the burial sword.

He glared, looking full of momentum, and the burial sword knew that he couldn't dodge, so he lowered his head and walked to his side.

Jian Lao didn't use any force, just flicked his forehead lightly, and his expression became solemn: "You must be careful on this trip, the ruins are vast and dangerous, even if the Venerable is in it, there is a possibility of falling." ”

"Got it!" the burial sword bowed slightly.

The old man was still relieved, and pointed at his eyebrows, and his cloudy eyes shone with essence.

A momentum that could cut through the sky and the earth rippled out, and immediately after, a drop of essence blood flew out, turning into a sword and shooting into the arm of the burial sword.

After doing this, the old man's body staggered, his face looked even more dry, and he said weakly: "With my essence and blood as a guide, cut out this sword, even the Venerable must temporarily avoid the edge." ”

After speaking, his feet were high and low, and he walked out of the stone house, his back was old and desolate.

The burial sword clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were extremely determined.