The thirty-two people who died were distributed in every part of the Seven Peaks, like inconspicuous nails, hoping to play a fatal role at a critical juncture.

Pulling these nails out of the Sword Sect would reduce a lot of uncertainty in the future, but the only problem was in Su Qingming's eyes.... It's not enough.

It's like the first seat in front of him where the spiritual sea has been exhausted, and he is not among the thirty-two people, and if he thinks about it a little deeper, only among the seven peaks, the Shadow Hall has arranged so many dark chess, so who will be the most important four halls, this is what Su Qingming should care about.

The old man Wu Yuanchen glanced at Su Qingming and asked, "If I say that I really don't know, can you believe it?" ”

Su Qingming said lightly: "Believe." ”

The old man nodded with satisfaction and smiled: "A chess piece will always be a chess piece, and for me, there is no need to know the role of other chess pieces, but for a while, I was suspicious, and even doubted that one..."

Speaking of this, Wu Yuanchen suddenly shut up, shook his head freely and said: "I don't have any evidence for my own things, if I say it, maybe you also think I'm playing tricks, and I won't be disgusted with you." ”

Hu Shuang asked curiously, "Who is it?" ”

"Do you really want to know?" The old man asked with a smile.

Hu Shuang frowned slightly and fell silent.

"You don't need to know, there is no point in not believing, and if you do, you will only be suspicious, the last question."

Su Qingming asked seriously, "Why did you choose to agree to the Shadow Palace?" According to the records recorded in the inner courtyard, you have lived in Qianjian Peak since you were a child, and rarely go out of the mountain, and you do not have any descendant blood or cause and effect in the world. ”

On that record, Su Mo actually spoke highly of this old man, and he belonged to a typical character who was a late bloomer.

Before entering the Sword Sect, his qualifications were mediocre, but his basic skills were extremely solid, and he surpassed those highly qualified senior brothers step by step in the end, and achieved the Yuan Shen Zhenren and became the first seat of Thousand Sword Peak.

Because of his young experience, his personality is quiet and tenacious, and he is the least likely to be affected by external objects.

And what Su Qingming didn't understand was that such an old man who should have nothing to worry about, how could he be willing to go along with the Shadow Palace.

"Promise them...," the old man asked softly, "Is it strange?" ”

Su Qingming said lightly: "I have seen many people, logically speaking, they are cultivators who are difficult to be persuaded by others, but their final choice puzzles me. ”

Wu Yuanchen put his hands behind his back and said: "Everyone has something to care about and pay attention to, to put it simply, it is the right medicine, even the secular dynasty understands this truth, it is impossible not to understand." ”

Su Qingming turned his head and said seriously: "Then for a person like you who has no desires and no desires and is difficult to be convinced, what conditions are the conditions for the opening of the Shadow Palace?" ”

The old man was silent for a long time, then squinted his eyes, and seemed to recall: "I have been an orphan since I was a child, I have no name in the peak, and I can only practice with my heart, and then as the realm gets higher and higher, I don't know why I became the first one, and then I sat for so many years, I didn't care about anything in my life, and all I wanted was the avenue, but it's a pity that the will of heaven is like this, the realm of tribulation is already the end, and the fairyland is even more hopeless....."

Hu Shuang asked, "They promised you to help you step into the fairyland?" ”

"Not really." The old man looked at her with a smile, shook his head and said, "But the truth is here, but the words are over, and you can't say it." ”

"You are a traitor to the Sword Sect after all, and I can't help you if you don't say it."

Hu Shuang said indifferently, the coercion on his body permeated the heavens and the earth, and the peaks on both sides seemed to stagnate, dead and silent.

As Hu Shuang quietly stepped into the Upper Three Realms, there was no doubt that he could be regarded as the top powerhouse of the younger generation of the Sword Sect and even the entire world, and the coercion unique to high-ranking cultivators on his body also permeated.

Even though the other party had already achieved the primordial spirit and stepped into the Cave Truth Realm for a long time, Hu Shuang still did not have the slightest fear.

The old man's strand of white hair was blown up by the sword qi, but his face was surprisingly calm, and he didn't want to do it at all.

Su Qingming saw this scene and didn't say anything more.

Although he was able to use the method of soul searching to scavenge out his memories, he had never used them on the human race, and more importantly, he respected a Cave True Sword Immortal.

With the power of one person to conquer the heavens and the earth, and the detachment is the truth, he is already a great character.

As for the path you choose in the future, it is just a matter of following your heart.

"I'll give you a ride?" Su Qingming glanced at the sky, and then said.

The old man was a little surprised, and then smiled: "Okay." ”

...

...

The summit of Thousand Swords Peak.

Two bamboo sticks flew out of the dense forest and stopped in front of the two of them.

"I didn't fight with anyone many years ago, but I miss it a little."

"With a snack, I won't keep my hands."

Hearing this, the old man was a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything.

It was already very interesting for a junior of the Divine Journey Realm to say this to him, but Su Qingming's face was extremely indifferent, as if it was a matter of course.

The old man walked forward, and held the bamboo strip in his right hand casually.

Su Qingming stretched out his fingers and lightly tapped them at the end of the bamboo strip, and the latter flew away like a sword.

Such a posture and expression, like an elder guiding a junior, does not seem to take the opponent in his eyes at all.

Seeing this scene, his eyes frowned with some dissatisfaction.

No matter how good he is, he is only a disciple after all, is it really that my Wu Yuanchen's cultivation is so unbearable?

The next moment.

Two bamboo strips collide in mid-air.

The old man snorted softly, and his aura was vertical and horizontal, floating in all directions like catkins.

After Su Qingming's left hand was taken at will, his right hand turned into a Dao finger, and with a slight shake, the bamboo strip controlled by spiritual power kept slashing towards Wu Yuanchen in mid-air.

Bang bang bang!

The two extremely fragile bamboo strips were like tough iron swords at this moment, entangled and colliding with each other, without the slightest trace of breakage.

Hu Shuang stood quietly aside, looking at this scene with great energy.

Neither of them used the realm, but they were fighting with the purest and simplest understanding of magic.

And one is a master of the upper three realms of the unity of the original gods, and the other is even ashamed of Hu Shuang, the fighting method of the two of them, just like the return of thousands of rivers to the sea, back to the basics, is extremely valuable to watch.

And just a few moves later.

"How is that possible? How can this be? How can you understand so much at such a young age? ”

As time passed, the fighting between the two continued, but Wu Yuanchen showed a look of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

If Su Qingming was in the Upper Three Realms at the moment, or killed him with extremely domineering Dao intent and Dao Qi, then it would be impossible for Wu Yuanchen to show such an expression.

It's just this kind of extremely fair pure avenue fight, and the other party's simple action makes him uneasy and feels extremely shocked.

After a few moves, the old man suddenly stopped.

"Is this a towel?" Su Qingming asked with some regret.

Wu Yuanchen was silent for a while, but the fighting spirit and vitality in his eyes that had not appeared for decades became more and more vigorous, and he smiled calmly: "The ancients are cloudy, and they can die when they hear about it, but today I, Wu Yuanchen, can open my eyes on the road before I die, so I naturally want to continue." ”

Although the momentum of the two was not large, it still attracted the attention of many people, several disciples walked up from the mountain road below, and then they were stopped at the foot of the mountain by Hu Shuang, only vaguely felt the presence of the Dao and the sound of collision.

Half an hour.

An hour.

Three hours.

Time passes slowly.

The old man's expression was still so tenacious, and he shot more and more seriously.

Su Qingming was still standing there, his movements casual and single, without the slightest trace of trembling.

Another finger.

Wu Yuanchen took out the bamboo strip in his hand and shouted: "Go!" ”

In mid-air, the bamboo strip crossed a trail that asked and was fast, and rushed straight towards Su Qingming.

The latter was expressionless, except that the two fingers of his right hand were raised high, and then straight down.

Horizontal and vertical are one.

Dao Shengyi.

Wu Yuanchen's bamboo strip broke in half from the air without suspense, and then instantly turned into countless dust dust.

Wu Yuanchen was in a trance, and vaguely glanced at the bamboo strip that was inserted upside down on the ground, but he was not discouraged at all, but said with a satisfied smile: "When I was young, I heard some division commanders say that sword cultivation and sword fighting are extremely chic things, and my Taoist monks have been enlightening and cultivating the truth all day long, and they have comprehended the truth of heaven and earth, but they are a little old-fashioned, I didn't expect to see you today, it was really an eye-opener, and my Taoist monks are also chic." ”

Su Qingming just said, "Let's go." ”

In the three hours just now, the old man had already dissipated all the remaining essence and spirit.

The oil runs out and the lamp withers.

When the lights go out, people die.

So..... Only to die.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Every practitioner who dares to practice deserves respect."

"Hmm.... Kind of makes sense. ”

Wu Yuanchen sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looked around, and muttered a little dazedly: "Cultivation life, what are you trying to do in the end?" It is better to marry a wife, have children, and go home to farm. ”

Su Qing meditated for a while and said, "Maybe cultivation is actually just cultivation, and there is no actual meaning of existence. ”

Wu Yuanchen was curious: "Will it be too much of a waste of time." ”

Su Qingming shook his head and said: "Practicing for a month is also practice, practicing for a hundred years is also practice, if you feel that you are a waste of time, you will practice less, if you are tired of it, then simply do something else, who stipulates that you must practice all the time, everything in the world is practiced?" ”

"Everything in the world is practiced?"

Wu Yuanchen lowered his head and muttered to himself, but his eyes lit up a little, and he nodded: "Everything in the world is practiced, hahaha!" What a person who practices everything in the world! Su Qingming in the inner courtyard really opened my eyes. ”

Su Qingming did not speak.

The old man suddenly looked at Su Qingming seriously, and said with a smile: "Back then, the person in the Shadow Hall and I actually only said one word, the monks in the world are like ants, chasing day and night, but they can't chase the avenue, so why not do you turn around and choose to become a part of the avenue." ”

Su Qingming frowned slightly, and wanted to ask something, but the old man shook his head silently and said, "I'm already a dying person, so let me leave some dignity, and I'm glad to know you." ”

Su Qingming said calmly: "Let's go." ”

Wu Yuanchen lowered his head and closed his eyes, his hands drooped weakly, and his face was smiling with satisfaction.

The last words the old man said were only a few numbers.

"I don't owe you anything."

That night, the majestic aura floated among the peaks, the old man's magnificent Taoist meaning permeated the mountains and forests, and the countless spiritual treasure immortal sword hearts in the Fenbao Cliff felt it and trembled slightly, and in the following month, many disciples broke through the realm or had an epiphany.

Later generations.

Wu Yuanchen, the first seat of Thousand Swords Peak, died in the eighteenth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty.

The old man died at the end of his life, and when he was dying, he dispersed and cultivated his whole body to feed back the heavens and the earth, and the tablets and incense could be attributed to the sword patriarch's hall.