These people are......

Song Yi's eyes moved, looking over one by one, and finally stopped at the middle and largest one.

This scroll depicts an immortal in a feather coat, with long eyebrows and sideburns, eyes like stars, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, a clear and indifferent temperament, and a sense of indomitable perseverance, which makes people respect.

He is eight points similar to the statue of the patriarch on the peak, but it is more agile and more aura than the statue. Song Yi subconsciously thought that this portrait really reproduced the appearance and style of the ancestor back then.

"Isn't this Immortal Elder the founding patriarch of our Yuequan Sect?"

"yes. The head of the sect looked around at the painting scrolls, sighed, and was full of feelings: "In the past, the patriarch's cultivation was extremely high, and soon after the establishment of the Yuequan Sect, he awarded the position of head to the disciple, ascended to the immortal, and called Huang Tingxian. Since the ancestor, the Yuequan Sect has had so many heads, and the torch has been passed down from generation to generation. ”

Listening to what the head said, Song Yi nodded secretly, his eyes moved from one portrait to another, and he looked over one by one, and gradually sighed in his heart. When he came in just now, he had vaguely guessed that the people in these paintings were indeed the heads of the Moon Spring Sect.

Looking carefully, all the heads are not all old men, with different appearances and bones, including old men with crane hair and young faces, as well as young men with green sideburns, and several dignified or gorgeous women, all of whom quietly stopped in the painting scroll and looked at the two silently.

"That one in blue is the third head of our Yuequan Sect. Seeing that Song Yi's gaze stopped on a painting scroll in the high place, the head of the sect explained: "Tianzong is talented, good at management, and most of the current pattern and regulations of the Yuequan Sect are from his design. The old man at the bottom of the oblique is the seventh head, resourceful, good at strategizing, at the time of the change of dynasty, the situation in the world is delicate, there are two gate parties to the Yuequan Sect of the heart of annexation, the head of the circle between several major forces, even horizontal and vertical, clever tongue, actually bloodless to resolve all the crisis, safely towards the new dynasty. ”

Song Yi listened and nodded again and again, his gaze shifted, stopping at the portrait of a young woman. She looks like she is only in her twenties, her complexion is delicate, her demeanor is dignified, she is more like a demure and peaceful lady, is she also the head of the Yuequan Sect?

Seeing Song Yi's doubts, the head of the sect stepped forward, looked at the portrait of this woman side by side with him, and sighed: "He Ru'er, the eleventh generation head of the Yuequan Sect, is also the person closest to the immortal sect after the ancestor Huang Tingxian. ”

"This ...... The boss still looks young. ”

"Cultivation is exquisite to a certain point, self-reliant, youthful and ageless, and life expectancy is much longer than ordinary people, this is one of the wonders of cultivation. The head said: "When the head of He left this portrait, he was already in his old age, but his face was still young and young, which is admirable." ”

"You said she was the closest person to the Immortal Gate?"

"Yes, Master He's cultivation has reached the quasi-immortal realm back then, and when he saw that he was about to usher in the immortal tribulation, he would go across the mundane world like an ancestor, but ...... The Demon's Breath Rebellion began, and that time the Demon's Breath was menacing, and in a few months, countless walled cities were scorched, and even the capital was in danger. Master He couldn't bear the hardships of the common people, so he resolutely gave up the opportunity to live forever, traveled to Shenzhou, and threw himself into the battle against the demon's breath, among which there were several adventures, including the treasure of the refining town faction, the Sweeping Xia Scarf. In the end, Master He and the Demon Breath army fought fiercely at the peak of Mang Mountain, broke the enemy formation, and died heroically......"

is such a singing and crying hero, Song Yi has a strong respect in his heart.

The head pointed to the portrait of another young man and said: "This is the fourteenth generation of the head Li Xijun, who has only been in office for three years, when he went out to travel, he encountered a strange beast in the East China Sea to make trouble, and the head of Li took action, while saving innocent people, while fighting with the strange beast for several days, and finally died together. And the one next to him ......"

The head pointed to the scroll on the wall, and introduced the former heads to Song Yi one by one, Song Yi admired more and more in his heart, listened very attentively, and waited until the head finished speaking, and then asked: "Except for the ancestor who became an immortal, are all these ancestors no longer alive?"

"There is life and there is death, and who will not die? ”

It turns out that they are no longer there......

Song Yi raised his head, his eyes once again browsed each painting scroll, his heart was full of emotion, it seems that only becoming an immortal means immortality, however, is there really a so-called longevity with heaven and earth, immortality and immortality?

"Okay, invite all the ancestors out, but I didn't just show you it, come here, and pay respects. ”

With a wave of the sleeves of the master's robe, a gorgeous and solemn incense case appeared in the clean room, the incense was ready, and the furnace was empty.

Song Yi was slightly stunned, not quite understanding why, but he stepped forward, twisted up the three sticks of incense, and respectfully saluted the ancestors, with a solemn feeling in his heart.

After he worshipped, the head of the door also came to the incense case, saluted to the predecessors, and said in a deep voice: "The ancestor is above, and the ancestors are in the spirit of heaven as evidence, today I want to do something that violates the door rules, and I ask you to agree!"

After that, bow down, resolutely and solemnly.

Hearing this, Song Yi looked at the head of the door in shock, what was he going to do to violate the door rules?!

The head straightened up, raised his right hand to the air lightly, the golden light on the fingertips, such as meteors, such as the shadow of the glow, surrounded and diffused, like wisps of green smoke, floating on the painting scroll of the head of the room, the golden light dots were dyed, and the shape of the painting shaft dissolved, turning into the same golden light.

Song Yi was dumbfounded, only to see the golden light floating and stretching in the air, and soon, except for the portrait of the patriarch Huang Tingxian, all the painting scrolls of the head of the sect turned into a part of the golden light, carrying heavy loads and floating in the air, like a smart flying dragon, floating on the transparent ceiling of the clean room.

At this moment, the sky is completely dark, the stars in the dark night sky are twinkling, as if the black velvet is sprinkled with diamonds, the golden light and the starlight are only separated by a transparent roof, there is almost no difference in Song Yi's eyes, the swaying golden light is like a pool of blue water falling from the night sky, the stars fall into it, bright and bright.

Under the arch of the stars in the night sky, the golden light slowly descended, gradually condensed into an entity, and when it fell in front of Song Yi's eyes, it had turned into a long sword.

"This is the treasure of the Yuequan Sect, the sword of the ancestor in the past - the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword. ”

The voice of the head came slowly: "Take it, Song Yi." ”

This is to ...... Give me?

Moved by this mysterious scene, Song Yi felt that his heart was blank, only the expectation of the divine sword in front of him was jumping, he didn't have time to think about it, he stretched out his hand and held the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword floating in the air.

As soon as the hand made contact with the hilt of the sword, I felt a terrifying force coming from my fingers, running through my whole body and falling straight to the bottom of my heart. Song Yi gritted his teeth and clenched his sword.

"This sword is a great artifact, the ancestor used this sword to dominate the world, killing countless people, until he went to the immortal to leave it in the world, becoming the treasure of the Yuequan Sect, and also inherited in the hands of generations of masters. ”

Inheritance in the hands of the head?

As soon as he heard this, Song Yi suddenly felt that something was wrong, and said: "Since I am the head of the inheritance, how can I ......?"

The head waved his hand, shook his head and said, "Don't be too happy, I just said that giving you the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword is a matter of breaking the rules of the door." According to the rules of the door, this sword can only be used by the heads of the past generations, but the rules are dead, people are alive, and besides, ...... I don't know if you've heard of it, but this sword had an accident. ”

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have heard the voice in his head mention this matter, but the words were unknown.

"About two thousand six hundred years ago, there was a head of the Yuequan Sect who succeeded him, and it was the head of Yu Shengyu that you had just seen in the scroll, the one wearing a mask. At the succession ceremony, he took over the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword according to the door rules, who knew that at this moment, suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, the thunder between the heavens and the earth was dense, a cold light flashed on the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword, and a thunderbolt fell from the zenith, and several flames burst out of the sword body at the same time, which instantly enveloped the new leader. This thunder fire doesn't seem to be an ordinary thing, and Master Yu's cultivation is so high that he can't get rid of it, and others are powerless to rescue him. In a few blinks of an eye, the thunder fire burned out and automatically extinguished, and Yu Zhangmen was also seriously injured and his face was also damaged. ”

That's why he's always wearing a mask......

"Why did the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword suddenly trigger this mutation, the Yuequan Sect has never found an answer, out of prudence, since then, the Zhaoyue Immortal Sword has been enshrined and is no longer used. Fortunately, for more than two thousand years after that, the Yuequan Sect was still relatively peaceful, and it had never encountered a crisis that had to be invited out, until now. ”

"It turns out that there is such an accident, so you give it to me now, ......"

"Isn't it a great pity that the artifact is idle?" The head said: "The invasion of the devil's breath is imminent, this time is different from the past, as the first to bear the brunt, the slightest carelessness is to lose the whole plate, if this is the case, there is only one accident, and it is still enshrined as a decoration, that is to put the cart before the horse, because of choking and waste food." ”

"It's okay to ask it to come out, you can use it yourself, you are the head of the sect, I am just an ordinary disciple. ”

Song Yi lowered his head and looked carefully at the Zhaoyue Changsheng Sword in his hand, the sword body was slender, the tentacles were warm, and there seemed to be moonlight flowing on the blade, looming brilliance, and it also brought out a touch of killing intent that could not be ignored.

Just holding the hilt of the sword, he could feel the surging power inside, Song Yi couldn't help but feel excited, and wanted to dance it now, so that it could show its might if it had been idle for too long.

"I have a sword, and I don't want to change it when I use it, and besides, I'm so old that it's a bit of a waste to use it, but you...... The sword that I got back from the Nine Egret Palace has been given to Luo Zhen, and now that I am empty-handed, how can I deal with the battle? Since you don't have the weapon you have in hand, this sword happens to be free, so it's just right for you. ”

"That's too ...... you say"

Song Yi shook his head and smiled, knowing that this was the excuse of the master, he really didn't have a weapon at this time, but if the Yuequan Sect wanted to find one or two good swords to come out, it was effortless, and he was guilty of using the divine sword left by the ancestor for himself?

The Zhaoyue Immortal Sword was actually handed over to an ordinary disciple of his own, it was really ...... There must be something else.