There is a nameless wild mountain somewhere, and there is a ruined temple in the mountain.

In late autumn, everything is slaughtered, the mountain road is covered by weeds, and there are no travelers passing by at all, but there are many people in the broken temple tonight.

Compared to the mundane world, the world of practitioners has many conventions of its own.

Once a bonfire is lit in a deserted mountain, practitioners gather like moths.

Of course, the prerequisite is safety.

This place is not far from the Valley of No Return, and it is already on the edge of the Great Array, so naturally no evil demon dares to make trouble here.

Bonfires are warm, psychological, and a place where messages can be exchanged and things can be exchanged.

It's like a restaurant or a green house in the world.

There was a man sitting by the fire in the ruined temple.

Most people wear hats and don't want to be known.

The three bald heads in the crowd are even more eye-catching.

The three simply-dressed monks came from the Hanging Temple, and people consciously gave up their best positions.

"Tonight was a rare buzz." Someone said with a smile.

The number of practitioners is already very small, and it is very difficult to meet a fellow practitioner on weekdays, and often the bonfire is lit overnight, and no one visits, as if so many people have gathered today.

The reason why this is the case is naturally because of the upcoming Daoist Conference, whether invited or not, many cultivators will come over to see the excitement.

Naturally, people are talking about this important event, and the most concerned is the Asking Question Conference that determines the ownership of the immortal jar.

They hadn't thought about that immortal immortal urn, but they were also happy to talk about it, and it seemed that it could also be stained with a little bit of immortal energy.

The names of many genius cultivators were mentioned, and they kept going back and forth in the firelight.

"Seonyeon is really strong......"

Someone said: "He is a personal disciple of the Lord of Moral Views, and he has studied hard for 20 years, and it is said that he has already been in the realm of Jindan Harmony and Yuan Infant Transformation God." ”

"I heard that the one from the Moon Occultation Sect is also very good. Of course, she is not the Sect Master of De Shao, she only cares about playing every day, and her realm improvement is too slow. ”

"Who is the Sword Sect going to this time? Shen Shenyun or Su Qingming? ”

"You are really closed to news, haven't you heard that Lu Qian will participate?"

"You're not quick to hear from you...... Even Shen Shen Fei didn't know that Lu Qian was victorious. ”

"Who are you talking about? Shen Shenfei? That little monster who started his retreat at the beginning? ”

There was an exclamation in the ruined temple, and the fire shook uneasily.

People were talking excitedly about it.

There was a man wearing a hat, hidden in the shadows in the corner, very unobtrusive.

No matter what these cultivators said in front, the man didn't react, and it wasn't until he heard that Lu Qian had lost to Shen Shenfei that the hat moved.

"At that time, Shen Shenfei was talking about the Shen family's mastery of the Yanfa Palace, you look at this arrogance, you didn't take Lu Qian in your eyes at all."

The well-informed Sanxiu said: "After he won, he was even more arrogant, pointing to Lu Qian's nose and saying, just because you can inherit the mantle of Zhuo Jianzun?" ”

Someone laughed and said: "You just continue to make it up, you don't know it at first glance, Lu Qian is a disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, no matter how arrogant he is, if he says such things and does such a thing, he is not afraid of being beheaded by Zhuo Jianzun with a sword?" ”

The Sanxiu blushed slightly and said, "I also heard someone relay it, even if there are discrepancies in the details...... Even if you don't point to your nose...... The meaning is always the same. ”

Someone said: "Whether it is Shen Shenfei or Lu Qian, it is meaningless, and this meeting has obviously been decided." ”

"What do you mean by this?" Someone asked.

"You and I both know that the rule this time is that only one person can come out of each faction, so why is the Daomen himself not following the rules? Whether it is Tong Yan or Bai Zao, it will not be weaker than Shen Shenfei and Lu Qian, I heard that there is a mysterious figure this time, a few fight one, who do you say will win? ”

The man shook his head and said, "If it's really an internal decision, why doesn't the Dao Sect keep the immortal urn for its own use, and do you have to do it more?" Don't guess with the heart of a villain, it naturally makes sense that the Dao Sect can become the leader of the righteous path, and the Sword Sect has always been almost meaningless, and has never been willing to deal with our small factions, which is too arrogant. ”

People thought about the Sword Sect's usual style of acting, and it was true, and they couldn't help but nod their heads.

Someone said: "The arrogance of the Sword Sect naturally has the qualifications of arrogance, because the strength is so strong. ”

"Now that the two Sword Sects are connected to the sky, there are many powerhouses in the Void Realm, and their strength is only above the Dao Gate, why can't the momentum be suppressed?"

"Naturally, it's because there are white immortals in the Dao Gate."

"Doesn't the Sword Sect also have Zhuo Jianzun?"

"The white immortals left the immortal urn to protect the world, but Zhuo Jianzun didn't leave anything."

The man looked around, lowered his voice and said, "I heard that not only did he leave nothing, but he also took away many treasures from the Sword Sect. I heard that there are many people in the Seven Peaks of the Sword Sect who have great opinions on this matter, but Zhuo Jianzun didn't care about anything in the Sword Sect back then, where would they think about leaving something for the Sword Sect after ascending. ”

The three monks remained silent,

A monk had his head down, unable to see his face.

An elderly monk rests with his eyes closed.

The younger monk's face grew redder and redder as he heard these words, until he could barely hold it back, and finally nudged the old monk.

The old monk opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "If you want to say it, just say it." ”

The young monk took a deep breath, looked at the cultivators, and shouted, "You fools! ”

Everyone was stunned, thinking to themselves what happened to this Hanging Temple Master?

The young monk stood up, looked at the man and said, "You said that Zhuo Jianzun took away the treasures of the Sword Sect, but have you ever thought that those treasures were originally the real person's own?" You also said that no matter what happened to the Sword Sect, the real person didn't care, but have you ever thought that when anyone wants to deal with the Sword Sect, don't you dare to think about him? ”

Hearing this, people first thought it was ridiculous, and then they woke up, knowing that the first half of the young monk's sentence could be refuted, but the second half of the sentence was ......

The two hundred years before Zhuo Jianzun left could be said to be the best development in the history of the Sword Sect, and there had never been any real crisis.

Why? Because Zhuo Jianzun is the person with the highest level in the Great Wilderness realm.

Although he had been in the Heavenly Sword Peak for many years and had never paid attention to the world, he was still the one with the highest realm.

As long as he was there, no one would dare to covet the Sword Sect.

This truth is so simple, but whether it is a cultivator in the world or many people in the Sword Sect, they have never thought about it.

Or maybe it's because they don't want to think about it.

This fact is emotional.

The ruined temple became quiet.

No one noticed that in the shadowy corner, the man with the hat had left.

The man came to the mountain, jumped to the treetops, and with a light movement of his fingers, countless branches fell silently, naturally forming a platform.

He took out the bamboo chair and put it on the platform, took off his hat, and lay down on it.

Tonight the wind was very strong, howling, blowing the clouds extremely clean, and the stars were very dazzling.

Starlight fell on his face, still perfect, without any emotion.

What those people in the broken temple said had no effect on his mood.

The mountain wind became stronger and stronger, the branches shook slightly, and the platform was not in danger of capsizing, but the bamboo chairs made a creaking sound.

Su Qingjing thought that he was going to cultivate again, and he didn't know if he had planted bamboo in the Hanging Temple at the age of ten, otherwise he could send it over for him to cultivate.

The night wind is howling, the trees are shaking slightly, and the stars and mountains in the eyes seem to be moving, a little dreamy.

If you want to paint this scene, you need a good painter.

It reminded him of the monk in the ruined temple with his head bowed.

Su Qingming is really here tonight.

Then he looked at the Sword Sect in the distance.

The attraction of the Immortal Immortal Urn is great.

He calculated that Shen Shenfei would get out, but he didn't expect Lu Qian to lose to him.

Back then, in Heavenly Sword Peak, he told her a few times that she couldn't lose.