Qingyun Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall.

The light in the main hall was still a little dim as usual, and the down-and-out old man held three pillars of incense in his hand, respectfully saluted the spiritual positions of countless ancestors, and then stepped forward and inserted the sandalwood in his hand into the incense burner on the offering table. It's an affair he does every morning, and he's lost count of how many years he's been doing.

At this moment, suddenly a voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, disciple Long Xuan has returned from his travels, and he has come to greet his seniors." The dim light shone on the old man's face, and the wrinkles were as deep as if they were carved into his face. He turned around slowly and said in a loud voice, "Well, when did you come back?" ”

Long Xuan said respectfully outside: "The disciple just came back this morning, and immediately came to the ancestral hall after meeting the teacher!" A faint smile appeared on the old man's lips, and he said, 'Oh, that's right. Then you wait outside, I still have some business to deal with! ”

Long Xuan replied respectfully, and waited quietly aside. Although he and this mysterious old man do not have the name of master and apprentice, they have the reality of master and apprentice, Long Xuan has followed him to practice for three years, and his respect for him is not much better than that of the genuine master Dao Xuan Zhenren.

After a while, the old man's unhurried voice sounded: "It's okay, Xuan'er, you come in!" Long Xuan answered, and stepped into the ancestral hall.

As soon as I walked into the ancestral hall, there was a chill that hit me, and even the surroundings seemed to be darkened. Long Xuan frowned slightly, this ancestral hall is very strange, it is a gloomy and dark feeling at all times, but it is not dark here, but in front of those ancestral spirits, many incense candles are also lit, but the faint light of these dim candles seems to exist only to set off the deeper darkness here, and it can't get rid of the gloomy feeling in this hall at all.

However, he lived here with the mysterious old man for three years, and he was a little uncomfortable at first, and he was quickly suppressed. Long Xuan knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to the old man standing in the shadows: "Senior, the disciple is back!" ”

The old man smiled silently, walked out of the shadows, looked Long Xuan up and down, and his eyes showed approval: "It's not bad to step into the Shangqing double so quickly!" Between the words, his gaze fell on the blue fairy sword behind Long Xuan's back, and his eyes showed a little remembrance.

Those years that were once exciting and proud of the world!

"Cangsong handed over the dragon slaying to you!" The color of wind and frost on the old man's face seemed to disappear for a few moments, and he quietly stared at the Dragon Slaying Sword, and suddenly said a word. "Yes," Long Xuan's heart moved, and the dragon was unsheathed, falling into his right palm like a swimming fish, and the clear Huaguang Ruiqi instantly reflected the entire ancestral hall brightly: "In the past four years, the disciple has been slaying the dragon and slaying demons, and he has never lived up to the teachings of the master and the master of the former dragon slaying sword, the spirit of Uncle Wan in the sky!" ”

The darkness around the old man was extremely deep, even the light of the dragon sword could not dispel the shadows around him, Long Xuan couldn't see his face, but he felt that when the old man heard the words "Uncle Wan", his body shook slightly, and he sighed lightly: "Uncle Wan? I can't imagine that to this day, Qingyun still has someone who remembers him! ”

Long Xuan was about to speak, but was stopped by the old man waving his hand, he smiled, helped Long Xuan up, and led him to the futon in the middle of the ancestral hall, and the two sat opposite each other: "Let's talk about it!" I'm very interested in your experience over the past four years! ”

Long Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then told the old man about his life for more than four years, except for the secrets of the "Taixuan Sword Sutra" and the mysterious and incomprehensible exercises, everything was very small, even including the trouble in the Incense Valley, all of which were told to the old man one by one. After Long Xuan finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Is the matter of Incense Valley true, why don't you tell your Dao Xuan Master about it?" ”

Long Xuan shook his head and said softly: "This matter is very important, how dare a disciple open his mouth?" Although there is no conclusive evidence, the disciples have already been seven or eight points sure of the secret visits. As he spoke, he glanced at the majestic and solemn Yuqing Hall on the top of the mountain in the distance, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "As the master of Qingyun, many things are involuntary. Don't say that there is no evidence, even if there is evidence, most of this matter will be suppressed by the master, and the righteous path is inseparable from the Burning Incense Valley......"

Speaking of this, Long Xuan's voice gradually lowered, and the old man suddenly fell silent, and after a long time, the old man smiled bitterly, with endless sourness, and said in a low voice to the spiritual candles in front of him: "Yes, the overall situation is important, the overall situation is important!" ”

There is no nail in the mountains, and there is no time for cultivation. In the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and Qingyunmen's Jiazi event, the Seven Veins Martial Arts, is about to kick off.

In the past two months, in addition to going to Longshou Peak to meet Cangsong Daoren, Long Xuan also went to Dazhu Peak to visit Zhang Xiaofan a few times. Originally, he also wanted to catch up with Qi Hao, but Qi Hao's "still" cordial, but his smile and words that seemed to be a little respectful and alienated made Long Xuan's heart cold, and after a few times, he also lost interest in talking to Qi Hao again.

He knew that this was a reaction to the changes in his identity and cultivation. Now that he has entered the second level of the Shangqing Dynasty, he is the ninth elder of Tongtian Peak, although he is still nominally a junior disciple of Daoxuan Zhenren, but for the disciples of the Yuqing Realm, he is no less than a master of his uncle. Therefore, although Qi Hao is still polite, in his heart, he can no longer regard Long Xuan as the little junior brother with a faint face back then who can talk about everything!

However, Zhang Xiaofan, who has a wooden temperament, has actually cultivated "Taiji Xuanqing Dao" to the four realms of Yuqing for more than four years, but it shocked Long Xuan. When Long Xuan opened his mouth to inquire, Zhang Xiaofan himself didn't even know (according to the description of the author of the original Necromantic Abyss, Zhang Xiaofan had indeed broken through the four realms of Yuqing at this time), and later Su Ru heard the news and came to investigate it himself, and couldn't help but be very happy, and immediately gave him his "Moxue" fairy sword.

Qingyun Mountain, Big Bamboo Peak.

The clouds are ethereal in the mountains, like gentle white ribbons, gently changing. In the early morning, the slightly moist air and the fresh and cool wind crossed the green bamboo forest and the mountain of Dazhu Peak.

The building centered on the Silent Hall stood quietly in the morning light, and everything seemed so peaceful...... Just a burst of barking sounds, interspersed with "squeak" and "meow" in between, broke the silence here. The big yellow dog with bright coat came galloping from a distance, and a gray-haired monkey and a three-tailed civet cat rode on its back, and the three beasts were playing and being very happy.

In the bamboo forest, Long Xuan's long body stood tall, bowed slightly to Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Ling'er on his side, and said with a light smile: "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Sister Tian, you two don't need to send it, let's go back, in a few days it will be the period of martial arts, and when the time comes, Tongtian Peak will come, and Brother Wei will personally entertain the two of you!" ”

"Senior Brother Long, you can call me Ling'er." Tian Ling'er smiled coquettishly, and when she said this, she suddenly lowered her head again and said in a low voice: "That's what I, my father and mother all call me." Long Xuan bowed slightly, noncommittal, but turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaofan, with a hint of wonder in his eyes: "Senior Brother Zhang, for some reason, I always feel that your physical strength is extraordinary, and your qi is thick!" ”

Zhang Xiaofan's heart trembled, he is not a rookie in the cultivation world now, he naturally understands the reason, "Da Fanbanruo" is a unique study of Buddhism, and it has the miraculous effect of cultivating the body, but these are not able to tell Long Xuan, and he can't help but lower his head, afraid that Long Xuan will see something unusual!

"I don't know why, but it's a good thing!" When Long Xuan saw Zhang Xiaofan's strange appearance, he thought that he was scared of him, and couldn't help but chuckle and explained: "When the time comes, you only need to try your best to delay when you fight with others, or you may have an unexpected joy!" ”

Zhang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Xie mentions!" ”

Long Xuan nodded, and said with a light smile: "Okay, that's all I say, I'll go back for my brother!" Ahri, you damn boy, what are you delaying? The three-tailed tanuki had two ears erected, and when he heard the call of his master, he immediately took three steps and made two steps, and jumped onto Long Xuan's shoulder!

The next moment, Long Xuan's heart moved, and the Qingping Sword had already been sacrificed, carrying him into a colorful streamer and straight up to the blue sky.