Leave the courtyard.

Zhang Qiudao went straight to the back mountain.

Before he got closer, Zhang Qiudao felt a faint pain in his body and bones everywhere.

It was the pain of the sword.

At a distance of hundreds of meters from the buried sword, Zhang Qiudao couldn't hold on and sat down.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and his body was soaked.

A faint but pure mana was attracted by him, constantly refining, polishing, and refining the sword in the sword bone.

In this process, Zhang Qiudao tried to distract himself from the heavens and the earth, wanting to move the wisps of aura around him.

Nourished by the aura, the damage inflicted on Zhang Qiudao by the sword demon was also reduced by a few points.

I don't know how long I've been cultivating.

The sky was dark, and only the sound of insects could be heard around.

Zhang Qiudao simply ate the dry food he brought.

After a few hours of hard practice, he had already polished most of the deeper sword demons in the Five Elements Sword Demon Dao Bone, walked forward more than fifty meters, and found a tree to climb up.

Fortunately, this is the mountain gate of the Qinglian Sect, and there are many seekers on weekdays, even if there are no fierce beasts in the back mountain.

The next day, the sky was gray.

Zhang Qiudao heard a scolding voice:

"Who are you and why are you here?!"

Zhang Qiudao opened his eyes and saw a young Dao Leader wearing the robes of the outer disciples of the Qinglian Sect, standing under the tree and looking up at him with a frown.

Zhang Qiudao hurriedly climbed down and said respectfully: "Su Annian's disciple Zhang Qiudao has seen the Taoist chief, and he took the liberty to ask the Dao Changgao's surname?" ”

"Su Annian? Old Su disciple? Poor road Wanshan City! ”

The young Dao Leader's expression relaxed a little.

Most of the immortal cultivators who have worshiped the Blue Lotus Sect in the past few decades have come here.

Mortals who have no way to seek the Tao have a lot of memories of the past of the Sword Master, and regard him as an idol.

"Zhang Qiudao has seen Wan Dao Chang."

"Hmm!"

Wanshan Cheng was quite satisfied with Zhang Qiudao's respect, nodded and said indifferently: "Since you are a disciple of Su Annian, you should remember that you should not go deeper into the back mountain, there is a magic circle there, and if you accidentally enter it, you will not be able to complain about others." Thou shalt not spy on the outer gate of the mountain, have you ever understood? ”

Zhang Qiudao said with a teachable face: "Younger generations remember! ”

I thought I was going to be in trouble.

Now it seems that it is still beneficial to report the name of the disciple of the Sword Saint.

"It's good to understand, is your master Su Annian okay now?"

Hear the words.

Zhang Qiudao felt a chill behind him, could it be that this Dao Chang was very familiar with Su Annian?

What if he knew that Su Annian was dead and investigated deeply?

Zhang Qiudao could only try to calm down, pretending to be mournful, and said: "Shizun's old injury has recurred, and he has passed away. ”

Zhang Qiudao is not a person who is good at lying and pretending, but the current situation has forced him to put on a mask.

"Dead?"

Wanshan City couldn't help frowning.

He didn't care how Su Annian died.

In the eyes of immortal cultivators, it is the norm for mortals to die of old age, sickness and death.

Even when he saw Su Annian last time, Su Annian's body was still quite strong, and it didn't look like he was about to die.

But so what?

Since this Su Annian disciple said that his old injury had recurred, Wanshan City didn't bother to pay attention to it.

What he really cares about is.

Su Annian died, what should he do?

These outer disciples can't go out on weekdays, and if they want to contact the outside world, they can go through Su Annian or the Dharma Protector.

The reason why Su Annian was able to stay in the Qinglian Sect.

At first, it was because the elders of the outer gate at that time took pity on his talent and did not want to be said that the Qinglian Sect bullied the small, so he was allowed to live at the foot of the mountain, and occasionally he could go up the mountain to listen to the sermons of the outer gate.

Later, Su Annian's name as a sword saint in the world spread.

Over the years, how many ordinary people have heard the deeds of the Sword Saint and first come to the Qinglian Sect to seek the Tao.

As a result, Su Annian became the enrollment signboard of the Qinglian Sect.

The range of movement is even greater.

As long as it doesn't involve the hidden place of the Blue Lotus Sect, it is no problem to move around like a normal outer disciple.

Since then, many outer disciples, and even inner disciples, true disciples, have collected some mortal things that their own Dharma protectors cannot find.

After all, the strength of the Dharma Protector is limited and his connections are limited.

The Sword Saint is an existence admired by tens of thousands of people in the world, and how many martial arts masters are willing to drive it.

"What did your master tell you?"

Wan Shancheng looked at Zhang Qiudao, who was full of sadness, and still couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Qiudao was not stupid, he heard the sound outside the strings, and immediately said:

"Master Immortal passed away suddenly, and it was too late to explain! Could it be that he promised what to do? Please also ask the Taoist chief to make it clear that Zhang Qiu Dao will do his best to complete it for the teacher! ”

Wan Shancheng looked at Zhang Qiudao, who was powerless and could be blown down by a gust of wind, and didn't think that he could complete his own things in place of Su Annian, and said:

"Well, after all, it is the dead who are the greatest!"

Wanshan Cheng dispelled his thoughts and intended to leave, but seeing Zhang Qiudao's sad appearance, he admonished:

"You will inherit the mantle of Su Annian, but you must not accept disciples under the mountain of my Qinglian Sect, nor can you take relatives and friends to live here, so as not to disturb the cultivation of disciples on the mountain."

"Otherwise, the little incense left by your master will be broken. Have you ever understood? ”

Zhang Qiudao has been painfully tortured because he has been cast into a Dao bone, and he has lost more than 30 pounds.

He was not a fat person in the first place, but now he is naturally skinny, and some of them are out of shape.

Zhang Qiudao's heart warmed.

As long as there is no entanglement of interests, people's hearts are still good.

"The younger generation should keep in mind the instructions of the Taoist Chief, and only devote himself to cultivation in the small courtyard like the master, so as to inherit his mantle and inheritance, and not to disgrace the name of the Sword Saint in the world."

Wanshan City saw Zhang Qiudao's appearance of being so cautious about his duty, and he didn't say anything more, shook his head with a bitter face and left.

As soon as Su Annian died, the Qinglian Sect didn't know how many brothers and sisters were uncomfortable.

At least.

Wan Shancheng thought of the fact that he had asked Su Annian to inquire about the news of the demon beast, but he was afraid that there would be no results in the follow-up.

Zhang Qiudao watched Wanshan City leave and exhaled.

He was not afraid that Wanshan City would investigate the cause of Su Annian's death.

Even if Wanshan City dug up Su Annian's tomb, all he got was a soulless corpse, with no external injuries, and he died quite peacefully.

Zhang Qiudao was afraid that his acting skills were not enough, and the other party would see the flaws.

It turns out.

His acting skills are quite online.

Ate dry food in a hurry.

Zhang Qiudao continued to walk forward, until he could see the place where the sword was buried, and the sword demon in the Five Elements Sword Evil Dao bone began to ache faintly again before stopping his pace.

After a night of cultivation, under the attraction of the external sword sha, the sword shaku hidden in the Dao bones was almost wiped out.

Zhang Qiudao simply found a clean place and sat on the ground.

For monks, meditation is like sleeping.

Zhang Qiudao is also a cultivator of the Qi Realm now, so naturally the same is true.

Nourished by the aura, the spirit will not be tired.

It didn't take more than three seconds to be happy.

With a wisp of sword in the place where the sword was buried, it was induced.

Before the sword shatter could get closer, the mana in Zhang Qiudao's body collapsed.

Without stepping into the second reunion method of the Qi Cultivation Realm, the mana in the body couldn't help but impact, and it collapsed at the slightest touch.

"Poof......!"

Zhang Qiudao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

There is a lot of bitterness in my heart, and I can only think about the good side.

At the very least, he had the Qi cultivation immortal that mortals could only dream of.