The mountain behind Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the patriarch.

The soft sunlight shines on the majestic hall, which looks solemn and mysterious. The ancestral hall still looks gloomy, and the glimmer of those ever-bright lights and incense candles still pays tribute to the souls of countless ancestors of Qingyunmen.

The blue-clothed young man had a grim face, alone, sitting in a corner of the open space in front of the ancestral hall with his eyes closed, a trace of mysterious blue brilliance looming from his eyebrows and the hall acupoint, and he did not enter the Tianchi acupoint, and he died endlessly!

After a long time, the young man's face suddenly turned pale, his hand pinched the seal, and he snorted coldly, "Huh-" In an instant, the wind surged, and wisps of pure heaven and earth aura seemed to be inexplicably guided, coming from all directions, surrounding the young man, constantly distorting and changing, and finally turning into a huge Taiji totem, constantly rotating, and gradually submerging into the young man's body!

He stood up suddenly, with a wave of his right hand, the magic trick in his palm was introduced, and the fairy sword with a snow-white body and extraordinary appearance on his back was automatically unsheathed, the cold light of the sword edge flickered, and an invisible sword qi sprayed in all directions! The young man in the blue shirt hunted and flew, his long hair fluttering, and as soon as he grasped the long sword, he swung it towards the sky above Qingyun Mountain!

Bang!

The earth-shattering sword qi swept across the world, the sea of clouds in the sky was torn, and at a glance, the sky seemed to be completely split by this sword, and the crack stretched for thousands of zhang and was dozens of zhang wide!

Behind him, in the shadows of the ancestral hall, the two eyes that were quietly staring at him were also momentarily stunned. What kind of kendo realm is this, standing on the earth, you can cut open the sky with a sword, making the wind and clouds change color and the thunder roar.

The two in the darkness looked at each other without saying a word, just silently guessing how far he had reached at this moment?

In the middle of the night, a figure slowly walked out. It was the mysterious old man with a wrinkled face, he slowly walked out of the shadows, sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall, his eyes stayed on the young man, and after a long time, he said lightly: "It's okay." ”

The young man took a deep breath, opened his eyes, the white fairy sword seemed to feel the master's intentions, the white light flashed, it was not in the scabbard, it was settled, he turned his head to look at the old man, the young man smiled, and said, "Senior, are you back?" ”

The old man nodded, looked at the young man's young face, a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's been three years, your qualifications are really good, and you work so hard, now the realm of kendo, I'm afraid I can't figure it out!" ”

The young man's face flashed with gratitude, he bent down deeply, and said in a low voice: "The grace of the predecessors to teach the arts, the disciples are unforgettable. ”

"Your cultivation has reached the ninth level of Yuqing, and the artistic conception of the 'Heart Sword' created by yourself has also become quite hot, but I have nothing to teach you anymore!" The old man waved his hand lightly and sighed: "Although there are many masters in the land of Shenzhou, with your cultivation, as long as you don't provoke a few great powers in the world when you practice, it will not hinder you......"

“…… You and I, fate is over, let's go! ”

The corners of the young man's mouth moved, looking at the old man, faintly reluctant, the old man smiled, his face seemed to have a faint gloom, but then disappeared, waved his hand and said: "Good man, don't make this gesture, go!" ”

The young man took a deep breath, bowed to the ground, and said: "Senior, the grace of the past three years of teaching is as majestic as a mountain, and the disciple will never forget, and in the future, he will use what he has learned to eliminate demons with righteousness, repay the teacher, and live up to his ambition!" ”

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, you can go." ”

The young man saluted again, looked at the surrounding scenery, and finally Huo Ran turned around, straightened his body, strode forward, and left the ancestral hall.

The sun shone on his back, as if it was also a little dazzling. The old man looked at his figure, stunned, and at some point, another figure appeared behind him. "He's gone." The figure said lightly.

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, he slowly stood up, turned his head to look at this person, the supreme head of the Qingyun Sect, finally shook his head, and said lightly: "It's okay to go, his path is different from mine!" You may not know that a year and a half ago, I couldn't teach this kid...... His Tao can only be discovered by himself! ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren was silent for a moment, and slowly walked into the ancestral hall, in the middle of the main hall, in front of the spiritual platform where countless Qingyun ancestors were enshrined, the lights and incense candles were lit and flickered, and the faces of the people who illuminated them were also gloomy.

The old man walked to the altar, picked up a brand new incense candle from the incense table in front of the altar, lit it on the other incense candle, and replaced the incense candle next to it that was about to burn out.

Dao Xuan Zhenren silently watched his slow and skillful movements, and suddenly said: "My Qingyun Sect is very prosperous because of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and I am also tired because of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, but over the ages, I don't know how many Qingyun people have been ...... because of this spell" At the end, Dao Xuan Zhenren paused, as if trying to formulate words, but after a long time, it turned into a sigh.

The old man's body shook, but he quickly calmed down: "The Zhuxian Sword Formation is the representative of my Qingyun Sect, you and I can't change this, our obligation is just to hide that secret as long as possible!" ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren was silent, but it was the Tao of ignorance; "Today, the Puzhi monk is here again!"

"Oh?" The old man showed a hint of surprise: "Although Tianyin Temple and my Qingyunmen are both the Central Plains Orthodox Great Sect, the two families of Buddhism and Taoism have been estranged since ancient times, and they have not interacted with each other. What did he do here? ”

"He wanted me to take Qingyunmen's "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao", and he took out Tianyin Temple's "Great Brahma Prajna" and studied it together, in order to explore the mysteries of 'immortality' that came from ancient times!"

Rao is old man has ruled the world all his life, and when he heard this, his face couldn't help but change several times, and he sighed: "I can't imagine that after so many years, Puzhi still hasn't jumped out of this situation, isn't the tragedy of the one in the Incense Valley back then enough to wake him up?" ”

"Back then, you, Pu Zhi, and the one in the Incense Valley hit it off at first sight, and they couldn't ...... each other" Dao Xuan Zhenren sighed lightly: "Suddenly a hundred years have passed, the one in the Incense Valley is obsessed with the mystery of 'immortality' and has fallen into the ghost road, Pu Zhi is also stunned because of the pursuit of 'immortality', it is the most amazing and brilliant senior brother of the year, you can only be trapped in the ancestral hall of the ancestor......"

"Enough!" The old man suddenly snorted coldly, and a sharp and incomparable sword intent erupted violently from his body, and the temperature of the ancestral hall seemed to drop a lot in an instant. After a while, the old man's originally tense expression gradually relaxed, sighed, and said, "Don't talk about the past, just take it as a little benefit to me, a 'dead person', Senior Brother Daoxuan!" ”

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Besides, Long Xuan left the ancestral hall, but he was a little dazed for a while, in the past three years, in addition to the basic Taoist practice, he has been receiving the teachings of the mysterious old man in the ancestral hall. In three years, his cultivation was like a rocket, and both "Taiji Xuanqing Dao" and "Nine Heavens Xuanjing" had been cultivated to the middle of the Ninefold Period, not to mention, and even with a body of sword cultivation, it had reached the point of being unpredictable.

At the beginning, Long Xuan originally wanted to directly practice the old man's "selfless" artistic conception, but when he finally cultivated the first layer of the "no-self" artistic conception - no sword and no self, he found a problem - because although this artistic conception is good, it is not suitable for him, he is in a peaceful mood and has a tranquil temperament. Therefore, after thinking about it for a long time, he resolutely decided to give up this promising path.

In the end, when he followed the old man to practice the "Seven Tribulations of the Dragon Slaying Technique", he got inspiration from the first move - slaying ghosts and gods, which was different from the "sword god" road that taught the old man a sword in his hand and moved forward. What Long Xuan demarcated for himself was the way of the "Sword Immortal" that was ethereal and endless, and he was at ease. Therefore, the artistic conception of Long Xuanshen's enlightenment is the artistic conception of "heart sword" of 'sword heart is transparent, and the god is clear', transcendent into holiness, transcendent from all things, and is for 'immortal'! The mind is uncertain, the swordsmanship is endless, the sword intent is endless, it is for the 'fairy in the sword'! After three years of cultivation, Long Xuan's strength is no longer comparable to when he just crossed over!

Similarly, in the past three years, Long Xuan has followed the mysterious old man and lived in seclusion in the ancestral hall of the patriarch, and he has only a few connections with the first seat of other branches of Qingyun, but for some reason, he has won the love and care of the first Cangsong Dao people of Longshou Peak. Although he didn't say it, Long Xuan also respected himself very much, Uncle Cangsong, and he didn't know when he would be able to return after going down the mountain this time, but Long Xuan was worried that he had to go and say goodbye to Uncle Cangsong.

Just do it, Long Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, pinched the sword trick with his right hand, and the "Qingping" fairy sword behind him automatically came out of its sheath, dragging his body, rising to the sky, and flying in the direction of Longshou Peak.