In the neglected and forgotten corner of Qingqiu Gate, the two last generation of sword cultivators lived a leisurely life, and the only thing that broke such tranquility was that there were always groups of female senior sisters quietly coming, watching Zongyang from a distance to sweep the floor without playing profanely, and after satisfying the desire for eyes, they couldn't stop pressing their hearts and returning.

This was a trivial matter that had nothing to do with the Qingqiu Gate Rules, but the Amendment Hall, which was in charge of the Qingqiu Gate Rules, specially issued a precept, declaring that the Tibetan Sword Hall was the forbidden place of the Qingqiu Gate, and the disciples in the gate were not allowed to set foot without reason. This made Zong Yang, who had originally turned a deaf ear, quiet, from the harassment of those crazy female senior sisters, and also calmed down those senior brothers who were screaming to kill him in front of their senior sisters and sisters.

Who knew that the behavior of the correction hall wanted to cover up the remark, but aroused the attention of these Qingqiu juniors to the Tibetan Sword Palace, the grievances and disputes of the sword cultivation qi cultivation back then were originally sealed secrets, how did these juniors break the sand pot and ask in the end, only a word from the master can be put aside, but the upper layer of Qingqiu, which was originally like a fish in the throat, was sensitive and abnormal, in order to prevent future troubles, a Taoist meeting to tell the history of Qingqiu Gate was specially arranged in front of the Qingxiao Palace.

History will be rewritten for those in power, this is the unchanging rule for thousands of generations. The focus of this Taoist meeting is to tell how the Demon Sect brutally killed the ancestors of Qingqiumen nearly a hundred years ago, and finally how the ancestors of contemporary qi cultivation turned the tide, without mentioning the sword cultivation lineage that has dominated hundreds of years, and even tampered with the fact that Qingqiumen has been established since its creation, and qi cultivation is the pillar, and sword cultivation is just a dispensable appendix.

A Dao meeting made the younger juniors proud of being Qi Cultivators, and they were gnashing their teeth at the Demon Sect, and the Hidden Sword Pavilion and Sword Cultivation were instantly ignored again.

"I'm not convinced, they make up stories so shamelessly, aren't they afraid that God will split a thunderbolt, all of them are scorched on the outside and tender on the inside?!" Lu Guannan still went to take a peek at the Taoist meeting, but it didn't take long for him to come back scolding all the way.

"Then we're going to pick up our swords and smash the field now?" Zong Yang got up suddenly, close to Zhu and close to Mo black, he brought a little bit of the evil ruffian aura on Mu Tian's body, plus a bohemian ridicule.

Lu Guannan just complained, he simply thought that Zong Yang was telling the truth, and suddenly softened, don't look too far and say nonsense: "Hey, the vegetable field is going to be watered, I'll go fetch water first." ”

Zong Yang smiled slightly, after these days of getting along, Lu Guannan's timid and fearful temperament was clear to him, he looked up, changed the topic and asked: "You said yesterday that there is something on that mountain, what is on it?" ”

"Want to see it?" Lu Guannan turned his head brightly and asked rhetorically with bared teeth.

Zong Yang didn't answer, but just moved forward with a determined gaze, Lu Guannan's mushroom head fluttered, and he happily stepped forward to lead the way.

This hill stands behind the Tibetan Sword Palace, a mountain road winds up, Zong Yang climbs the mountain to take a breath, after going up, his eyes suddenly open up, it turns out that on the back of the mountain is a deep stream, this mountain is not the highest place on the top of the mountain, but there is a unique open vision.

There are no trees and no shrubs around, except for the deep black strange rocks and yellowing weeds, only an ancient cypress with difficult thoughts in the central flat place, which has gone through vicissitudes.

After walking a few steps, Zong Yang saw a broken mat with a layer of dried sweet potatoes on it, thinking that Lu Guannan had taken it to dry.

Bypassing the dried vegetables, Zong Yang approached the ancient cypress, and the black ancient bell under the tree came into view, and the strange stones around him were overshadowed by it.

"What I told you is this ancient clock, it has a great origin!" Lu Guannan grabbed a handful of dried sweet potatoes in his hand, and after speaking, he put it in his mouth and chewed it, which was delicious.

Zong Yang looked at this ancient bell carefully, in addition to the unknown material, the character lines engraved on it were not something he could understand, but a sword mark was extremely eye-catching and abrupt.

"Master I said, this ancient bell was specially left by the ancestor before driving the crane, only the heads of the past dynasties can come to pay respects, here was originally a forbidden place in the forbidden land, alas...... It was also in that year that the ancient bell suddenly fell from the tree, and the qi of our sword cultivation was exhausted. These qi cultivators didn't take it seriously at all, and just let it fall to the ground and cover the dust, and I wanted to hang it up again, but I didn't have enough heart but not enough strength. ”

Zong Yang didn't listen carefully to Lu Guannan's explanation, and looked at the sword mark in a daze, fascinated.

"How does it make me feel similar to the two crosses written by my eldest brother and her?" Zong Yang forgot to breathe in an instant, as if he had discovered an amazing secret.

"Could it be that there is sword intent on this sword mark?!"

Zong Yang had seen the two crosses of the Mutian Sword Book on the top of Tiantai Mountain with his own eyes, although he couldn't be as talented as Shen Yu to have an epiphany of sword intent, but he also felt something, and this thought became stronger and stronger in his heart, so strong that it was extremely certain.

Enter the sword to level the eight directions, and the sword intent slashes the sky. This sword intent, which ancestor of Qingqiu Sect left it?

"What are you looking at?" Lu Guannan chewed on the dried sweet potato and came over, looking inexplicable.

"Nothing." Zong Yang got up silently, he didn't tell the secret.

Regardless of whether Qingqiu Qi Cultivation knows this secret or not, Zong Yang first put an end to the danger of Huai Bi's sin, if the sword marks on this ancient bell are a secret that only the heads of the past dynasties know, and Qingqiu Qi Cultivation really doesn't know, then this secret must be sealed, because once Qi Xiu knows the mystery of the sword marks, then he and Lu Guannan will never have a chance to touch it again, how can Qi Xiu tolerate the little spark that is about to be extinguished to burn again?

Zong Yang can trust Lu Guannan's loyalty to sword cultivation, but this guy is simple and has few eyes, and he is easily excited, when he is bullied and provoked, and he tells this secret, then his previous efforts will be wasted, not to mention that Lu Guannan can't see the mystery contained in this sword mark at all when he chews dried sweet potatoes, and the existence of sword intent is like the moon in the sky to him.

Putting aside the thoughts of sword intent, Zong Yang had the heart to check how this ancient bell could fall, because after all, the ancient bell was also a jet-black iron chain, and there was no rust at all, how could it be broken.

Lu Guannan stared at the sword marks and couldn't see the slightest bit of Mingdao, got up boringly, and saw that Zong Yang was surprised that the iron chain would break, and asked with a solemn expression: "Do you know how to break it?" ”

Without Zongyang's response, Lu Guannan first reverently and nervously muttered a few words, which were nothing more than Taoist proverbs to ward off evil spirits, and then lowered his voice and said suspiciously: "On that day of that year, Qi Xiu beheaded more than 20 of our sword cultivators in front of the correction hall, and the earth cried ghosts and gods, the master asked me to hide, and I smelled blood from afar, and the ancient bell suddenly fell to the ground, and the sound was deafening, do you say evil or not?" ”

Zong Yang stared at the already dim flat cut on the iron chain, raised his head, and unintentionally ignored the front, whether this ancient bell was manifested to the dead sword cultivator, or angry at the civil strife in Qingqiu, at this time he was more sorry for the ancestors of the sword cultivator.

"The well?" Zong Yang found that there was a well on the back of the ancient cypress, which seemed to have gone through countless years like this ancient cypress, but how could there be a well on this mountain?

"It's dry, I don't know who dug it, the black cloth down there is very deep, I have seen it once, and I haven't seen it a second time, and my back is hairy." Lu Guannan shrunk his neck, he was indeed still afraid.

Zong Yang just asked casually, since it was not a special place, he didn't care, and then his eyes fell on the ancient bell, and his right toe was pressed up, testing its weight, if he could, he would hang it up again.

From the contempt at the beginning, to the full strength at the end, Zong Yang finally moved the ancient bell forward by an inch with a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's not as heavy as I thought!" Lu Guannan sighed, in his opinion, although Zong Yang's body is good, and in a widely circulated sentence under the mountain, it is a good skin bag for embroidered pillows, and it is effortless to fascinate countless senior sisters in Qingqiu, but after all, it is within the scope of ordinary people, seeing that Zong Yang can kick the ancient bell with one foot, then this ancient bell will weigh two or three hundred catties.

Zong Yang exhaled, this bell is at least more than a thousand catties, it seems that it will take some time to hang it.

"I want to cultivate here, you go down first." Zong Yang hadn't cultivated the Prajna Sun Essence Sutra for several days, this place was secluded, and the sunlight could shine directly, so it was a good place.

"Oh." Lu Guannan threw the last bit of dried sweet potatoes into his mouth, walked back to collect a table of dried sweet potatoes, and read in his mouth: "If the sun is better tomorrow, those dried vegetables will also be brought up to dry, and some potatoes should be planted in the vegetable field." ”

As everyone knows, when he was about to turn around and say hello to Zong Yang, when he saw the golden crow blazing around Zong Yang, his mouth opened for a moment and almost pumped, and he blinked for fear of making a sound, so he bit his right hand that was placed on his mouth in a big bite, and ran down the mountain with a whimper, and ran to the courtyard and stood stupidly, his eyes were as big as lanterns, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, panting and muttering.

"What is this?!"