Seeing that "Lin Yue" had already left with the sword bag on his back, the disciples couldn't help but feel a little lost in their hearts, their sect master had been going to the Yanyang Kingdom with a group of disciples for several months.

And half a month ago, as soon as the news of the freezing of thousands of miles in the Yanyang Country came back, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made the disciples worried, and the sect master would have correspondence with the sect before, but since the Yanyang Country was frozen half a month ago, their news exchanges were cut off, which made the people in the sect panic and speculation.

Some people say that the sect master and the disciples who went to the Yanyang Kingdom have been frozen in it and all of them have died.

There are also disciples who don't believe it, thinking that the sect master has great powers and will definitely be safe.

It's just that with the passage of time, they have to face the reality, in such a situation of thousands of miles of ice, the chances of survival are too small and too small!

Therefore, the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect dared to attack on a large scale, if it was changed before, even if they were given ten dares, they would not dare to do so!

And today, the appearance of "Lin Yue" undoubtedly made all the disciples see hope, thinking that the senior brother and the sect master have returned.

However, the "Lin Yue" who appeared became very unfamiliar, so strange that they wondered if it was their senior brother!

With a heart full of loss, all the disciples cleaned up the scene in frustration, but when they raised their heads again, three people hurried in the distance.

"Senior brother, why are you back again?"

The comers were naturally Lin Yue and others, and when Chen Lanyan told him that the Poyue Heavenly Sect was attacked, he hurried back, but when he returned to the sect, he found that the battle was over.

"Huh, Senior Brother, didn't you say you were going to listen to the Wind Pavilion, why did you come back so soon?" all the disciples gathered around and asked.

"Senior brother, where is your sword bag, who are they?" some disciples couldn't help but ask curiously.

At this time, Lin Yue was completely different from the previous "Lin Yue", the previous "Lin Yue" was wearing a red cloud and black robe, and a sword bag with a hundred swords hidden on his shoulder, while Lin Yue in front of him was dressed in plain clothes and empty-handed.

The more obvious difference is that the temperament of the two people is completely different, and the previous "Lin Yue" has a lonely and uninhibited personality, giving them an extremely strange feeling.

And Lin Yue, who was standing in front of them at this time, said that he was also silent, but he gave them the feeling that this was their real senior brother.

"Listen to the Wind Pavilion?Sword Bag?" Lin Yue suddenly realized, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

By this time he had understood what had happened before that.

He immediately turned and left.

"Senior brother, where are you going?" a disciple asked.

"It's not like listening to the Wind Pavilion. Lin Yue said with a smile.

"What about us?" The man who spoke was the middle-aged man surnamed Cheng, who asked out of breath with his big waist and round figure at this time, carrying a coffin on his back.

"Hmph, I haven't settled accounts with you about your escape before, stay here and wait for me to come back!" Lin Yue said.

Hearing this, Lao Cheng's fleshy face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd appearance: "Son's wronged! How can I escape from the battle, I am attracting enemies, am I afraid that you will not be able to beat so many people, you see, I attracted two people, you are much easier to fight, if you really want to talk about it, my credit is still very great!" Lao Cheng spit lotus flowers in his mouth, and said it with sincerity, such a shameful thing of escaping was actually given to him alive and said that it was a credit.

However, Lin Yue knew Lao Cheng too well, and let him say it wildly, and he was unmoved, otherwise, he would not let him carry the coffin, which would be regarded as a small punishment for him.

"Wait here for me, if I don't see you when I come back, I'll do it at my own risk!"

Leaving Lao Cheng and Qingshuang behind.

Soon, some disciples stepped forward to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, and many male disciples were enthusiastic and wanted to take Qingshuang to visit their sect.

Although there are many female disciples in the Poyue Heavenly Sect, and there are not a few good-looking ones, but it is really rare to see a beautiful woman like Qingshuang, like ice in the water, even in the entire Dongxun Kingdom, it can be regarded as one of the best beauties.

Therefore, it is normal to attract the love of everyone.

And Lao Cheng was ordered to stay where he was and not allowed to leave, naturally no disciple would disobey their senior brother's words, at this time, look at this middle-aged man surnamed Cheng, with big shoulders and round waist, but carrying a coffin in broad daylight, which really attracted attention.

However, there are also many disciples who have discussed this: "Look at that fat man, carrying a coffin in broad daylight, is he sick?"

These words fell on Lao Cheng's ears, and his face suddenly turned green with anger, and he couldn't help but scold in his heart: "This is not what your senior brother told me to recite!"

At this time, Lao Cheng is bitter!

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Tingfeng Pavilion is located in Fenglai City in the south of Dongxun Country, where the spirit of the earth is outstanding, and it is one of the cities with the most dense concentration of talents in Dongxun country.

And the most famous Feng Jiang from east to west, runs through the entire Fenglai City, the beautiful scenery of the Feng River, since ancient times there are the customs and habits of listening to the flow of the river on the river.

To say that the sound of flowing water is the same all over the world, it is very wrong, although the flowing water is similar, but the breeze is different, whenever there is a breeze on the river, accompanied by the sound of flowing water into people's ears, it is like the sound of the avenue, like the swan song of the phoenix, there is a different flavor.

And this is where the Listening Wind Pavilion comes from.

When Lin Yue came, it was when the strong wind was blowing, blowing the tide on the river, and the pleasant sound came, and he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

But this situation reminded him of a scene that had happened in his memory, and he couldn't help sighing.

Hundreds of lifetimes of reincarnation, he has experienced too much, how many children's love, how many tragic tragedies, these are too many to count, and this Tingfeng Pavilion used to be a place that carried a memory for him, that unbearable memory.

Whenever I think of it, I always feel lost in my heart and sigh.

Standing in Listening to the Wind and listening carefully, it was not until the wind stopped that he came back to his senses for a long time and stepped on the stairs of the Wind Listening Pavilion.

Listening to the wind pavilion across the wind river, the attic is big, enough to accommodate 10,000 people, here is similar to a large tavern, set up 10,000 tables and chairs, for people to rest, more Xiao Er is busy and happy, greeting all kinds of guests.

And at the position closest to the window, Lin Yue saw the person he was looking for.

There, a man who looked exactly like Lin Yue sat on the windowsill, his wide sword bag was leaned on the table at will, a white porcelain bottle filled with pure wine in his hand shook gently, and he chewed the peanuts picked up from the plate in his mouth, like a person from the rivers and lakes, chic and uninhibited.

Lin Yue walked over indifferently, sat on the stool and chair, opened the white porcelain bottle that had been prepared long ago, and poured a sip of wine before slowly saying, "Thank you this time." ”

What Lin Yue was referring to was naturally the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect's attack on the Breaking Yue Heavenly Sect.

When he returned to the sect, he saw that the ground was in shambles, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Scorpion Sect were lying on the spot, plus as soon as those junior disciples talked about Tingfeng Pavilion and the sword bag, Lin Yue immediately understood that it was the man in front of him who blocked this crisis for the Breaking Yue Heavenly Sect.

This sworn brother who looks exactly the same as himself, but has a completely different fate from himself-Yang Yun.

Two people who look the same sitting together, although it has attracted the attention of many people, most people still only think that the two are twins, that's all.

"You know why I'm waiting for you here. Yang Yun opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't care about Lin Yue's gratitude, Lin Yue was not surprised by this, it is worth saying that Yang Yun's voice is also very similar to Lin Yue, if it is not a very familiar person, I am afraid that it will not be able to tell who is who between the two.

Hearing this, Lin Yue smiled faintly and said, "I just know, that's why I came." ”

"You got it?" Yang Yun sat on the windowsill, the corners of his eyebrows moving.

After seeing Lin Yue's noncommittal nod, Yang Yun suddenly showed a rare smile on his face, jumped down from the windowsill, and couldn't wait to say, "Quick, take it out and show it to me." ”

Lin Yue shook his head with a smile, but still took out a long sword.

The long sword looks ordinary, but it is rusty, as if it has been buried in the soil for hundreds of years, and the blade is even more blunt, in the eyes of outsiders, such a sword may not even be able to cut cabbage, right?

However, when Yang Yun took over the sword, his eyes showed a joy that he had never seen before, and he rubbed the sword body with great care, like a treasure!

I'm afraid that only Lin Yue and Yang Yun who were present knew the origin of this sword, right?

A man must not be a disfigurer, but what about a sword?

When Yang Yun put the rusty sword into the sword bag, one hundred and eight swords were also completed, and Lin Yue always looked at Yang Yun's sword bag, and he also thought a lot.

These one hundred and eight swords are enough to show how much Yang Yun loves swords all his life.

Since childhood, he has learned swords, and he has become obsessed with swords.

As a madman who has been proficient in swords and obsessed with swords all his life, he is just like his sword, cold and ruthless, fierce and murderous, and he is even more enchanted for the sword.

The world calls it - Sword Demon!