Floating light, people move swords and dance.

The bright mirror-like Qingling stone reflects the handsome man's sassy and heroic posture, the long sword flies, the sword flies, and the person dances with the shadow, just like a fairy.

In the main hall, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, cold as frost, and the sword wind is fierce, piercing people's skin.

The dark red figure is as light as a frightening flood, sinking like a green mountain, light or heavy, rising or floating, all with charm.

After nearly 30 years of hard work, the sword has entered the bones, the meaning has entered the marrow, and no matter how ordinary the swordsmanship is, it has become a model with both form and spirit in his hands.

The results of the years of polishing are admired even by geniuses, and the sword flowers watered by sweat are more colorful.

The young man in Tsing Yi was motionless, and the two white-clothed people paid full attention, the former was imitating and learning with all their hearts, and the latter two were more important than copying.

They are more interested in the sword intent and charm, the sword language expressed by the sword master through the spirit sword, and they are more concerned about the meeting.

A set of swordsmanship was practiced in Zhuang Yang's hands, flowing through his heart in the eyes of Ram Chen, and a set of swordsmanship was transformed in the hands of the young man's spiritual body, from jerky to skilled, from copying to being used, from other people's to his own, once, twice, three times, ten times, and a hundred times......

One move, one sword, one sword, meticulous, the young man's heart has been filled with a sword style, and he never gets tired of it.

Four people, one teaches hard, one learns by heart, and the other two are watching the sword, appreciating the sword, reading the sword, and unraveling the sword.

The light is getting darker, and before you know it, the sun has turned west.

......

A few green lanterns, dim lights, deep and solemn halls, tall and cold stone statues, and sandalwood are endless.

Three statue-like old men, all meditating with their eyes closed, three blue and white weather like three peerless famous swords standing side by side in the world, the three elephants have the same origin, extremely close, the breath is dyed with each other, and the same qi is connected with branches, which is a kind of initiate.

The stones of other mountains can still attack jade, and the three of them can get twice the result with half the effort, and they have their own wonders.

Initiation is a cultivation method that is different from solo cultivation and dual cultivation, this method can create a homologous sword domain, which is easier to polish and absorb aura, and is mostly mutually promoted between father and son.

The two of them don't look at the well, the three don't hug the tree, and the hearts of the people are unpredictable since ancient times, so only between fathers, sons and brothers can they let go of their defenses and participate in the same initiate.

The three ancestors of the ram clan in the hall have white or black hair, but the demeanor is very similar, the three of them swallow the aura like a person, breathe and breathe together, the aura is rolling, like the tide rises and falls, there is an uproar, and the momentum is very great.

Stomp ......

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and suddenly the sound died down, and the hall was silent again.

The purple-robed man saw the weather in the hall, slowed down, and he entered the hall gently, standing with his hands bowed, his eyebrows lowered.

Looking at the rolling green and white weather, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, the head of the Ram Clan, Ram Hui, was envious, Ah, the nine-rank swordsman!

Call!

The three weather were swallowed into the abdomen by the three old men at the same time, the thunder sound in the abdomen was muffled, the three opened their eyes at the same time, the white light in the three pairs of eyes flashed, the hall was bright, the three looked at each other and smiled, the harvest was not small, and the progress was further.

Ram Hui's expression perked up, and he congratulated: "Congratulations to the three ancestors for cultivating to the great advancement, it is really the blessing of my Ram Clan!"

The head of the Ram Qingtian Ancestor smiled faintly and said: "I can't talk about cultivating for the big progress, but there is a slight gain, and the three of us old guys have not had a fellow practitioner for a long time, the older we get, the more we love face, and we can't pull down our face to propose a fellow practitioner." ”

"Today, Chen'er fought Moyan in blood, and he didn't lose a word, which made the three of us ashamed, and the younger generations are still like this, but we are stagnant for this so-called face. ”

"If we can't protect our juniors, it's our incompetence! It's time to fight, if we don't fight, I don't know how many juniors will be bullied, and if they have been in the temple for a long time, they have really become ancestors. ”

Ram Bo and Ram Masa also nodded.

The arms covered with sword wounds, the strong and powerful fingers, the blood-stained bamboo sword, and the hoarse voice burned the two old men's dead hearts.

Ram Bo Ancestor said earnestly to Ram Hui: "Patriarch, every patriarch of our Ram Clan will become at least Jipin, qualification is one aspect, and luck is also one aspect. ”

"Fifty percent of my Ram Clan's luck is on you, you must work hard, and you must not disappoint the ancestors and ghosts of my Ram Clan. ”

"My Ram clan is too weak, the city of eight grades, but only the strength of nine grades, in order to maintain the city of eight grades, we gave up two gods, a whole two, the Ram clan has been established for thousands of years, the first time, this is the first time, I am ashamed of the ancestors and ghosts!"

The old man said for the first time that it was a shame, and everyone knew it before, but they never broke it or touched it, maintaining a so-called face.

Ram Hui's eyes were slightly red, and he bowed down and said: "Thank you for the teachings of the ancestors, the grandson will definitely remember it in his heart, and he will not dare to slack off in the slightest." ”

The ram was looking at his son and said, "Patriarch, Chen'er is bleeding the blood of our ram clan and bleeding for my ram clan. Although he is a spirit disciple, he has a nine-grade will, your son, my grandson, the young master of the Ram Clan, has always been an amazing child!"

"Hui'er, his father is not as good as him, he is destined to become the ancestor of our Ram clan, and my father hopes that one day, our father, son, and grandchildren can participate in the spiritual path together, just like me and your grandfather and ancestor today. ”

"Father's ......"

Ram Hui burst into tears, he had mixed feelings in his heart, there would be no day, father, there would be no more.

Because Ram Chen has already asked his two younger sons to bring him a message: the day of the transformation of the spirit is the time when he leaves, and from then on the other side of the heavens will never see each other again.

The sky is different, and I don't want to see it again, Ram Hui chews on the astringency.

"Patriarch, I invited you to come this time, it's about the replacement of the door god, the sooner this matter is, the better, Mo Yan is really not a good person, we have to let him leave as soon as possible!" Ram Bo said in a deep voice.

Ram Hui nodded and said, "What the Ancestor said is very true, everything outside has been arranged, just wait for the Ancestor to determine the time." ”

"All four stone statues are finished?"

Ram Hui said with an unnatural expression: "The matter of the stone statue is about to consult the ancestor, in addition to the four newly erected stone statues, the stone statue of Chen'er is also completed." ”

"Didn't I tell you you didn't have to!" the ram roared angrily.

"Father...... Father, the first thing the spirit craftsman completed was Chen'er's statue, and we said it was too late. ”

"What can I do?"

"To ...... Otherwise, it's broken!"

"Nonsense! This is carved according to the specifications of the statue of the god, and it already has Chen'er's luck, and breaking his statue is bad luck. ”

"Then what should I do?

"No, it will be contaminated with yin qi, and he will be ruined, and the dead will stand up, and every statue of the god here is the ancestor of my ram clan. ”

The three Ancestors and the Ram Clan Patriarch were stumped by a stone statue.

......

Like-water temple.

The dark room was extremely bloody, and dozens of evil spirits competed to devour it.

Mo Yan shook off the blood beads on his fingers in disgust, and sent a seven-word message to the evil spirit.

"Gong ...... Sheep...... Early morning...... Remnant...... Finish...... Right...... Arm!"