Zong Jianxing's eyes flashed slightly, and he already believed half of it in his heart, and said: "Senior Long, Zong Jianxuan is polite now." After speaking, he stepped forward and clenched his fists slightly.

Long Qingyun smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand slightly, and motioned for Zong Jianxing to sit on the chair next to the chess table.

Before Zong Jianxing could say anything, the girl on the side was not polite and sat directly on the chair. Zong Jianxing was slightly suffocated, the corners of Long Qingyun's eyebrows slightly revealed a look of helplessness and love, shook his head slightly, and motioned for Zong Jianxuan to sit down.

Zong Jianxing nodded slightly and sat down next to the girl. The girl glanced at her eyes slightly, the sea-blue eyes in her eyes turned slightly, the cunning divine light flashed, moved her slender calves slightly, and then stepped on Zong Jianxing's feet slightly, which immediately made the corners of Zongjian's eyes twitch slightly.

And these small actions obviously did not escape Long Qingyun's eyes, a faint smile appeared in Long Qingyun's eyes, and his handsome face was slightly tilted to his left shoulder, looking at the two people in front of him with interest, smiling silently.

Long Qingyun slowly took off the teapot on the stove, made a pot of hot tea for himself, and said, "Sectarian little friend, how is your cultivation of the Canglong Sword Sutra?"

Zong Jianxing immediately said: "The younger generation is really ashamed, three years have only cultivated to the first realm. ”

Long Qingyun waved his hand slightly, and said, "I don't mean to blame you, the exercises of the Sword Sect are extremely difficult to cultivate, and the cultivators are all people with great wisdom and perseverance, and it is really not easy for you to reach the first level with your own efforts." ”

Zong Jianxing's brows furrowed slightly, but he still asked: "Please forgive the juniors for bothering, dare to ask the seniors, I feel that the cultivation of the first level of the Canglong Sword Sutra has reached a bottleneck level, why can't I break through again?"

Long Qingyun took a sip of tea, smiled slightly, and said, "Because you don't have a dragon's heart." ”

A light flashed in Zongjian's eyes, and he said, "Dare to ask the seniors, what is the heart of the dragon?"

Long Qingyun slowly put down the teacup and replied: "Canglong is an extremely powerful fierce beast in ancient times, an extremely powerful branch of the dragon clan in ancient times, and a descendant of the Tianlong clan in ancient times, and the ancestors of my Sword Sect created the Canglong Sword Sutra according to the will of this fierce beast. And the heart of the dragon refers to the will of the dragon. ”

As soon as Long Qingyun pointed to the sky, a green dragon sword qi was instantly stimulated, and it opened its teeth and claws in the sky, exuding wisps of palpitating aura.

Long Qingyun said slowly: "Whether it is cultivation or doing anything, only the strength of the soul is truly powerful, otherwise everything you have done is just a vain appearance." As he spoke, he turned his gaze slightly, looked at Zong Jianxing, and said, "And the Canglong Sword Sutra that you cultivated only has its form at this time, but not its god. ”

Zongjian's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "Dare to ask my seniors, how can I comprehend Canglong's will?"

Long Qingyun didn't hide it, and said directly: "In ancient times, you could use the blood of the ancient heavenly dragon to comprehend the mysteries in the Sword Sutra, but now I don't have the blood of the heavenly dragon at all, this is just the sword spirit world,"

Hearing Long Qingyun's words, Zongjian's eyes couldn't help but glow with a hint of gloom, but he was immediately shocked, and said, "I think that the vast majority of people in the Sword Sect will definitely not rely on the blood of the Heavenly Dragon to comprehend the will of the Canglong, there must be other methods." ”

A look of appreciation flashed in Long Qingyun's eyes, and he said, "You are right, in ancient times, the blood of the Heavenly Dragon was also a treasure in the world, and it is indeed impossible for everyone in my Sword Sect to obtain it." So, there's actually another way. As he spoke, he turned his hand, and a psychedelic light with a seven-colored halo gently floated out of his hand.

Long Qingyun smiled slightly and said, "This is the second method." ”

A puzzled look flashed in Zongjian's eyes, and he asked, "Dare to ask seniors, this ......?"

The corners of Long Qingyun's mouth slightly hooked up a slight arc, and explained: "In ancient times, there were countless disciples of the Sword Sect, and it was claimed that there were twelve true disciples, one hundred and eight virtuous disciples, three hundred and sixty-five core disciples, three thousand inner disciples, and countless outer disciples, and this illusion was the comprehension of the will of Canglong by the disciple who belonged to one of the three hundred and sixty-five core disciples. You only need to enter this small illusion to comprehend the will of the dragon. ”

Zong Jianxing's eyes couldn't help but have a fiery look, and said, "You...... Would you like to give me something so important?"

Long Qingyun bowed slightly, and said, "Of course, but you must agree to one of my requests." ”

The fiery color in Zong Jian's eyes suddenly faded a little, and after thinking slightly, he said, "Dare to ask seniors, what are the requirements you are talking about?"

The corners of Long Qingyun's mouth lifted an evil smile and said, "It's not too late for you to come back." As he spoke, the environment in his hand shot out violently, heading straight for Zong Jianxing, and before he could even react, the illusion sucked in fiercely, and the Zongjian sex was involved in the illusion.

The girl gently raised her slender calves, covered her seductive little mouth, and grinned: "Dad, you are really bad, it is not just an illusion of comprehending the will of the dragon, it is the inheritance test left by your master Qingtian Canglong Sword Emperor to his inheritor, there is no cultivation of more than twenty "Canglong Sword Sutra", you can't go." ”

"Ahh Long Qingyun gently raised his hand and touched his head, pretending to be innocent, but the look in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

After a while, he gently stroked the girl's forehead, was silent for a moment, and said: "Dad will never forget the scene when the Sword Sect was tragically destroyed under the attack of countless sects and even ten thousand clans, the Sword Emperor of the Sword Sect died under the extreme power of the forbidden emperor soldiers, and even the Nine Holy Beast Emperors who guarded my Sword Sect were also miserably. Countless disciples died tragically on the Sword Sect's Quartet Divine Mountain. If my Sword Sect wants to kill all the enemies, my Sword Sect's method of recruiting disciples should also be changed. ”

He gently looked at the illusion in front of him, which still exuded a halo of colorful light, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and said, "Since he has the blood of the descendants of the twelve true disciples of my Sword Sect, he must do his duty for the revival of my Sword Sect." A disciple of the Sword Sect for one day, a disciple of the Sword Sect for life, no matter who you are, don't try to escape your identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect. ”

His gaze turned slightly, leaned down, kissed the girl lightly on the forehead, and said softly: "Also for you, my daughter." ”