"Master, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Looking at Yue Butong, whose face was covered in blood, Chun Xiaojian burst into tears, knelt on the ground, and bowed guilty to his master.

Yue Butong looked at the Starry Sky Calamity Beast that had been burned to ashes, and the red-eyed fierce beast that was so frightened that it knelt on the ground, his bloody hands stretched out and gently touched the face of the pure little sword.

For the first time, Chun Xiaojian saw it, and the master smiled so gratefully.

"Little... Xiaojian, go see your wife. Yue Butong almost exhausted all the strength of his body, pointed to the direction of the pure little sword master flying upside down, and said slowly to the pure little sword.

"Hmm. Chun Xiaojian's tearful eyes nodded solemnly, and immediately went to the woods to find the figure of his wife.

On the bed, my wife lay peacefully on it. His eyes were closed, and his chest was slightly heaving.

Yue Butong stayed in front of the bed, holding Zhang Ru's hands, just sitting and sitting like this.

It seems that the earth is barren, and the stars and the moon are all over the sky.

Chun Xiaojian knelt on the ground, and behind him, Situ Jian, who had long been crying, also knelt on the ground.

"Chief Disciple of the Eastern Xuanmen, Pure Little Sword Obey the Order!" Yue Butong's deep voice sounded quietly. It's just that it no longer has the edge and heaviness it once had.

"Disciple, here!"

Pure Xiaojian's eyes were red, and he bowed in response.

"From today onwards, he will officially take over the head of Dongxuanmen. Are you, willing?"

Tears slipped down her cheeks and fell to the ground. Looking at the white-haired master overnight, with a pure little sword, his heart is like a knife!

It turns out that the pain is like this, as if 10,000 sharp blades are cutting your heart again, and the pain is unbearable.

"Master..."

Pure Xiaojian wanted to say something.

"Are you acceptable?"

Yue Butong was unmoved and continued to ask. The sound is like stopping water, no joy and no sorrow. The originally resolute face is full of vicissitudes and old age at the moment.

"I," tears flowed into his mouth, bitter. Chun Xiaojian clenched his teeth, and seemed to have made a big decision today, he almost exhausted his life's strength, and nodded fiercely.

"Accept!!"

"I am a pure little sword, and from today on, I am willing to succeed Master Yue Butong and serve as the head of Dongxuanmen. ”

"It is our responsibility to help the fantasy, and it is our responsibility to kill the fierce beasts. ”

"I will exist for a day, and I will not slack off, nor be arrogant or rash. ”

"Protect the safety of the same door and keep the peace of the world!"

"With the blood of fierce beasts, sacrifice the souls of the dead"

......

Pure Xiaojian burst into tears, but his expression was resolute. The rumbling sound was like thunder, and the hollow valley echoed, and it went straight to the nine heavens.

"Dongxuanmen disciple, Situ Jian, meet the master!!"

Situ Jian bowed his head and bowed, bowed respectfully, and greeted the birth of the new head with a pious mind.

There is no joy, no joy, on this day, at this moment, there is only a young man, a gray-haired old man, and an unconscious woman, witnessing the birth of the new head of Dongxuanmen.

After fulfilling his wish in this life and unloading the burden on his body, Yue Butong only felt a lot more relaxed at the moment, and he had aged a lot in an instant.

He looked at Chun Xiaojian, and his expression was no longer as stern and harsh as before.

"Since you have inherited the inheritance, you are the one chosen by the ancestors!"

"You have thousands of hearts and thousands of secrets in the Dongxuanmen. But your foundation is still shallow, and your foundation is shallow, so it is difficult for you to give full play to the power of my Fantasy Exercises. ”

"I don't know Yue, since I have stepped down as the head of Dongxuanmen, then my skills are useless, today, I will pass them on to you!"

"The internal force is the bow, the secret art is the arrow, in this world, it is estimated that there are few people who are your opponents. ”

"In the future, do whatever you want to do!"

Jun Xiaojian shook his head and cried.

"Master, I will not accept your teachings. No matter how hard you force me, I won't accept it!"

Pure Xiaojian knew that the master had suffered a heavy blow, and what he could survive was that strong internal force, if it was passed on to him, it would mean that the tree would have no roots, and the master's body would undoubtedly not last long.

Yue Butong smiled a little and looked at the pure little sword lightly.

Chun Xiaojian's mind was all on the master, but he didn't notice that behind him, a person gradually stood up.

Boom!

Situ Jian was in tears, and with a stick, he knocked the pure little sword unconscious.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry for you..." After the fight, Situ Jian threw away the stick and cried.

He knew that after tonight, maybe Senior Brother Xiaojian would never forgive him again!

"Thank you, Situ. Yue Butong smiled, then concentrated his strength, and hit the chest of the pure little sword with both palms.

A robe without wind was automatic, and the fierce wind swept out from the depths of the dantian, surging towards the body of the pure little sword.

The moonlight of this night is like water, and the stars of this night are brilliant.

This night, there is a young man named Chun Xiaojian, who is transforming.

Perhaps, after tonight, the flamboyant young man who used to be high-flying and domineering and called himself the emperor will be gone forever.

In the future, the pure little sword will shoulder the heavy responsibility of supporting the fantasy and the natural responsibility of killing the fierce beast.

Teacher's hatred, national hatred!

Pure Xiaojian secretly swore that in this life, he would slaughter all the fierce beasts in the world.

"Master, the apprentice is down the mountain today, and I will say goodbye!"

In front of the bed, a pure small sword in a suited suit kowtowed three times to the white-haired old man.

and kowtowed a few times to his unconscious wife, Zhang Ru.

"Master, Master, don't worry, I will bring the little sister back safely!"

Pure Xiaojian shook hands, clenched his fists, and turned away!

"Senior brother in charge, take care all the way!" Situ Jian also came to see off Chun Xiaojian.

Chun Xiaojian smiled and patted Situ Jian's shoulder: "Senior brother, help me take care of my master and wife." ”

"Hmm. Situ Jian nodded heavily.

Pure Xiaojian smiled indifferently, jumped over, and jumped directly over the Baizhang overpass.

Pure little sword, finally down the mountain again.

This time, he is going to Survival City Fire Blue Blade and bring back all the brothers and sisters of Wuxuanmen.

I went to Quantai to recruit the old department, and I beheaded Yama with a banner of 100,000!!

By the East Xuanmen, looking at the figure gradually in the distance, Situ Jian couldn't help but hold his hands and pray.

"Senior brother in charge, go all the way!"

A thousand-year-old dream, in the blink of an eye, the past is as light as water;

The song has ended, the people have dispersed, and it has been a thousand years since the old dream first woke up.

The story of the scum is over. I know that the empty writing is not good, but more than 400,000 words, hundreds of days and nights, the sky thanks you, it is you who have walked with the sky.

The pure little sword gained strength and assumed the responsibility it was destined to bear.

The master turned white overnight, and the master and mother did not wake up all day long. The setback of Dongxuanmen made Chun Xiaojian mature after all. Maybe in the future, there will be no more young man who claims to be the emperor.

The next story is no longer a story of scum.

It is a young man with a heavy responsibility who embarks on a bloody slaughter and a fantasy story.

Please call me stupid

Written on February 24, at 0:10 (to be continued. 2k reading web