Wujian Pavilion is a very classical black tower, unlike the one in the secret realm of Hangxun, Wujian Pavilion is the same as the ordinary bottom is large and the upper layer is small. Xu Huaigu walked all the way up, and the number of rooms on each floor became smaller and smaller, and the rooms should be divided according to the level of the disciples. The higher you go, the better the conditions for cultivation, and the higher the level of your disciples.

There are nineteen floors in total, and Yu Qin's room is on the third floor, so from this point of view, her cultivation should be far behind. But so what? Xu Huaigu just hopes that Yu Qin can live happily and be a chic and happy mountain person.

Xu Huaigu thought of Liu Wan'er. The innocent and lovely little girl he met when he first arrived in Qingfeng Valley has now become much duller because of his cultivation.

In fact, why not Xu Huaigu himself? The world is like an unstoppable stream of water, grinding the pebbles in the water more and more smooth.

Liu Wan'er's cultivation is helpless, she has the highest talent in Qingfeng Valley, and she bears Xie Qingyun's high expectations, so she has to practice hard to support the façade of Qingfeng Valley. But Yu Qin is different, as long as Xu Huaigu is happy, as for her life in the future, he will protect her.

All the way up, until you reach the top floor of the Wujian Pavilion, there is only one room left on the entire floor. There is no doubt that this is the place where Deng Paper Kite practices on weekdays.

The surroundings are quiet, and the quaint stone gates and majestic towers all remind the solemnity of this place. Xu Huaigu took a deep breath, feeling a little nervous, after all, his own idea may be too rebellious in the eyes of others.

But he has his own decisions, and Xu Huaigu has always been like this.

He lifted his collar, combed his long hair, and went up and knocked on the door.

There was a dull thud from the heavy stone door, and then a woman inside said, "Come in."

Xu Huaigu pushed the door and entered, only to see that the house was not big, and there were few things, and the empty room was unobstructed.

The most conspicuous thing was nothing more than a hardwood chair in the center of the room, where a tall woman in a green shirt sat with her back to Xu Huaigu.

Xu Huaigu walked in, closed the stone door, and respectfully bowed and said, "Senior."

He looked up, but saw that Deng Zhiyuan was already standing in front of him, a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes were looking at him, with a serious scrutiny.

Xu Huaigu had never seen Deng Zhiyu's expression, and his heart was even more nervous, and even his voice slowed down.

He said tentatively, "Senior, did I come at the wrong time to disturb you?"

Deng Zhiyuan shook his head, walked away, and said, "No, I just haven't seen you for a long time, just look at you a few more times."

She turned around, her tone relaxed, and said lightly, "I am very pleased that you have achieved what you have achieved today and come to the Fuyao Sect well. From now on, you and I will be masters and apprentices, so you don't have to be so strict with me."

Xu Huaigu was anxious when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Senior, I actually have something to say......

Deng Paper Kite interrupted him and asked, "Is it Su Shu's death?"

Xu Huaigu was stunned and didn't speak for a while.

Deng Zhiyuan said regretfully, "I have already heard about her. Not long after I left, there was a lot of movement from the side of the Tassel Country, and two days later, the news of Su Shu's death came from the Flying Fish Island. In that battle, there was a Nine Realms cultivator who fell, and that person was Chen Jingshan, a member of the Tianhe Sect of Middle Earth."

"I was heartbroken to hear the news. Don't blame me, I didn't even notice the battle, otherwise I would have saved her.

It's a pity that such a natural sword fetus fell, and there is one less person in the world's sword path. But don't be too sad, there must be life in the world, someone dies, and if you live under the sky, you have to depend on the destiny of heaven."

Xu Huaigu was dumbfounded, the thing he wanted to say before was stuck in his throat again, and he couldn't say it.

Deng Zhiyuan's eyes turned to the cloth bag behind Xu Huaigu, and his eyebrows were raised, a little confused.

In that battle, Deng Zhiyuan and Chen Jingshan both died, and the things on their bodies naturally fell into Xu Huaigu's hands. Chen Jingshan is a Nine Realms monk, needless to say, the good things he has accumulated are needless to say, and Zuoqiu Xun is a natural sword fetus, how can there be less good things? Therefore, Xu Huaigu should not be lacking

The magic weapon of storage is.

Deng Paper Kite asked curiously, "What is that?"

Xu Huaigu didn't speak, indifferently put down the cloth bag, gently opened the knot, and unwrapped the cloth that wrapped the thing.

A black ceramic jar is revealed.

Deng Zhiyuan pursed her lips nervously, couldn't bear to look there, turned away and said, "You come to a place with me first."

Xu Huaigu rewrapped the ceramic jar and put it on his back, before he got up to keep up with her, and the jar was inseparable from him.

Deng Zhiyuan sighed in his heart, this child is a lover, what a Jianghu person.

She walked over to a wall and pulled out a small sword from between her hair, a gap between the stone doors. Suddenly, a little sword intent emanated from the small sword, and the wall also moved, finally revealing a secret door, and inside was a spiral staircase, leading to the top.

Deng Zhiyuan walked in first, explaining, "Wujian Pavilion shouldn't be such a strange number as nineteen floors, it originally had twenty floors. It's just that the top is forbidden by us, so most people only know about the nineteenth floor."

Xu Huaigu walked in the stairs, looking up, it was dark above, and it was not until Deng Zhiyuan walked to the corner and lit a candle that Xu Huaigu took a look at the forbidden place.

The densely packed swords, neatly arranged on the shelves on the walls on both sides, there are at least a thousand, and the rank is at least a magic weapon.

It is said that it is a forbidden place, but it is better to say that it is a sword mound.

"Now there are a total of 1,200 disciples and 100 elders of the Fuyao Sect, and the swords used are all from here. Of course, ordinary disciples are not qualified to come in and pick up swords, so there are special elders who can distribute them randomly."

Xu Huaigu stood in place stupidly, looking at the sword, that chaotic sword intent, no one felt it more deeply than him. But Deng continued to walk forward and said, "Follow me."

"The swords on the outside are all magic weapons, and the swords of the immortal rank are inside. I'm taking you here to test your kendo qualifications, but if an ancient sword favors you, you can take it with you."

Xu Huaigu followed her steps into a smaller secret room, where there were only a dozen swords, neatly arranged on a high platform.

Xu Huaigu's eyes lit up, and more than a dozen immortal soldiers appeared in front of him at the same time, this battle is rare in the world.

Deng Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile when he saw his obsessive expression, "Ten of these sixteen swords were left by the ancestor of our Fuyao Sect to test the kendo's qualifications, and the rest were collected by our descendants."

"In the past, after all, your vision was too shallow, and you only knew that immortal soldiers were rare, but you didn't know that there were so many sects in the world, who didn't have a soaring ancestor? There are only a lot more immortal soldiers in those sects in Middle Earth than in the Fuyao Sect. Moreover, there is a first order above the immortal soldiers, which is the treasure of the heavenly spirit, which is rare and rare, and there is only one in the Fuyao Sect."

Deng Paper Kite proudly pointed to the innermost part of the row of swords, where a blue icy sword lay quietly.

It was the first time Xu Huaigu had heard the statement of this Heavenly Spirit Treasure, so he took a deep breath and looked at the sword in a daze.

In the depths of his memory, he seemed to be stabbed by this sharp sword, and he felt that this ice-blue sword was so familiar, like his own saber in the dream he had in Lethe.

Xu Huaigu hurriedly shook his head self-deprecatingly, shook off the absurd and nonsensical dream, and heard Deng Zhiyuan say, "The treasure of the heavenly spirit is the real treasure of the Zhenzong, and it can only be found in the first-class great sects. Like in the East Fuyao Continent, only our Fuyao Sect and Zixia Sect have it, and the historical background of the Xingyue Sect is too shallow, so it doesn't."

"However, the Heavenly Spirit Treasure is extremely difficult to refine, and it must be extremely talented and approved by it. The sword of the Heavenly Spirit Treasure of our sect was cast by the sword spring of the Ruan family in the Middle Earth. It's a thousand-year-old object, and no one has ever held it except for that ancestor."

She looked at Xu Huaigu, her eyes were full of expectation, and she secretly said in her heart, "Maybe you can afford it."

But she didn't say it.

But Xu Huaigu's eyes were misty, a little distracted, he was thinking about another thing.

If there is still a Heavenly Spirit Treasure on top of the immortal soldiers, if his Longquan Sword has not fully recovered its strength, maybe this is also a heaven

What about the Spirit Treasure?

So Xu Huaigu asked eagerly, "How is the sword of the Ten Thousand Sword Shrine compared to the sword of the Ruan family?"

Deng Zhiyuan said: "The immortal swords in the world are the treasures of the heavenly spirits, and almost all of them are from the hands of the Ruan family. Although the sword of the Ten Thousand Sword Shrine is famous, it is estimated that only two of them, Longquan and Fengyan, can reach the level of the Heavenly Spirit Treasure. In fact, there are many swords in this world that are higher in rank than Longquan and Fengyan, but they are all incognito, and they are hidden in the forbidden place of a certain sect like this sword."

As soon as Xu Huaigu heard that the Longquan Sword was likely to be a treasure of the Heavenly Spirit, his heart immediately boiled with enthusiasm, but he was immediately suppressed by him.

It's just that he has already removed all the mixed sword intent in the Longquan Sword, why is it only at the level of an inferior immortal soldier? Could it be that if you want to restore it to the treasure of the Heavenly Spirit, there is another way to do it?

It should be true, otherwise the sect master of the Red Incense Sect should not sell it easily, Xu Huaigu quietly wrote down this matter in his heart for the time being.

Seeing that he was distracted, Deng Paper Kite squinted his eyes and examined it, and said, "What are you thinking?"

Xu Huaigu suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly replied, "It's nothing, just a little surprised."

Deng Zhiyuan couldn't see his reality and knew that he still had a lot of secrets hidden in him, so he didn't make things difficult for him, but pointed to the sword on the elevated shelf and said, "These ten swords were left by the ancestor back then, and they were used to test the kendo's qualifications. The more swords you can pick up, the higher your kendo qualifications. If the qualifications are good enough, there will be a sword that wants to take the initiative to recognize the master, and you can take it away."

When Xu Huaigu heard that he could take away the immortal soldiers, he was a little itchy, but after thinking about it, it was because Deng Zhiyuan thought that he was his disciple and allowed him to take away the immortal soldiers. If she refused to be her disciple, how could she give him an immortal soldier for nothing?

However, going against his will for the sake of an immortal soldier and becoming a disciple of Deng Zhiyuan is not something Xu Huaigu can do. But he also wanted to know how many swords he could pick up, so he thought about testing his qualifications and telling her the truth.

Deng looked at him expectantly and said, "Try it."

Xu Huaigu nodded, walked to the first sword with longing in his eyes, and stretched out his hand.