Ling Lan gave a merman spun Mochizuki brocade to wrap the sword, but the thing was shining, and she didn't want to be so ostentatious, so she chose to use a plain white cloth.

The shopkeeper couldn't figure out Wen Xiangyi's thoughts, so he didn't say anything, but sighed in his heart.

Wen Xiangyi arched his hand at him and left the shop, and when he was done, he put a few spirit stones on the table, which was used as a compensation whetstone.

Back at Ziyun Peak, Wen Xiangyi checked if there was anything missing in the room, and after making sure that everything was cleaned up, he sent a message to Ling Lan, and after agreeing on the time of the evening meeting, he meditated and breathed, waiting for the night to fall.

When cultivating, time always flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is midnight.

Wen Xiangyi put on a regular suit, put the sword on his back, took one last look at the courtyard, and then went to the mountain gate.

Avoiding the patrolling disciples, she saw Ling Lan in a hidden corner.

Under the cold moonlight, he was dressed in red, his black hair was tied high into a ponytail, holding his sword and half leaning against the tree, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of the young man's exclusive spirit.

Seeing Wen Xiangyi walk over, he straightened up, "Will you come back in the future?" ”

Wen Xiangyi laughed, "It should be, but it is estimated that it will be for the plot at that time." ”

No one knows what the future holds.

"What about you, but do you really want to get out of here? After all, when you leave the sect, no one will care about your identity as a personal disciple, and you will encounter all kinds of dangers. ”

Ling Lan also smiled, "You still can't trust buddy?" ”

"Who knows?"

"You're meow!"

The two of them argued for a while, and when they heard that there were patrolling disciples walking towards this side, they didn't waste any more time, and they flew towards the night sky one after another.

Wen Xiangyi stood on the sword and glanced back at those towering peaks, his gaze becoming deep and firm little by little.

After leaving this time, I don't know how long it will take to return here because of the plot.

However, she made a vow that she would return as the True Monarch of the Yuan Infant at that time.

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The cool breeze was blowing, and the wind chimes under the porch were tinkling.

In the elegant hall, curtains made of yarn swayed in the wind.

Thin lightning pierced the sky, and the person sitting in his seat suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the cracked Tianji Hexagram Plate in his hand, and a hint of surprise appeared in his cold eyes.

After sitting quietly for a moment, he put away the Tianji Hexagram Plate, and his figure left the hall like the wind.

At the mountain gate, two figures appeared almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other, then bowed slightly.

"Heavenly Hexagram True Monarch."

"Qingheng Sword Venerable."

Tiangua Zhenjun Crane had a childish face, he stroked his snow-white beard, and took the lead in speaking, "Qingheng Jianzun came to the mountain gate so late, but because of a vision? ”

Qingheng Jianzun is white-clothed and victorious, he is dressed in moonlight, and his eyebrows are handsome and cold.

Seeing Tiangua Zhenjun asking, he didn't speak, but only bowed his head slightly.

Tiangua Zhenjun smiled, he looked up at the sky and groaned, "Tonight, the stars and the moon are accompanied by thunder and lightning, this is a rare vision in a hundred years, it seems that there is another person with great creation in the immortal cultivation world." ”

Qingheng Sword Venerable was silent for a moment before he lightly answered, "I don't know if that person can break the stillness of thousands of years and fly to the sky." ”

Tiangua Zhenjun retracted his gaze, took out his broken Tianji Hexagram Plate and rubbed it gently, "No one can say what will happen in the future, and the same is true for hexagrams." ”

Qingheng Jianzun stopped talking.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling in the distance, and he looked back with slightly narrowed eyes, "Who?" ”

As the words fell, a female disciple walked out from behind the tree, she was dressed in white and stood with a sword, and when she saw the two of them, she immediately performed a sword salute.

"The disciple has seen two true monarchs."

She had a smile between her eyebrows, and the moonlight fell on her body, which was incomprehensible in beauty.

Tiangua Zhenjun glanced at him, and his eyes lit up instantly, "It seems that this great creator is far away in front of him, and he is actually from your Sword Sect." ”

Qingheng Jianzun's good-looking brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't speak, but just looked at it a few more times without a trace.

If you look at the costumes, you are an outer disciple.

Tiangua Zhenjun walked over, stroked his beard and showed a kind smile, "Little girl, what's your name?" What are you doing here so late? ”

The female disciple bowed and saluted, and said in a soft voice, "Hui Zhenjun, the disciple's name is Su Yuning."

When I practiced swords at night, I saw a vision in the sky, and I vaguely had an epiphany, so I followed the inner guidance and came here. ”

Tiangua Zhenjun searched his memories and found that he had no impression, but he thought that the other party was just an outer disciple, and it was normal for him to have no impression, so he asked again what his qualifications were.

Su Yuning's face was slightly red, and she lowered her head a little, "The disciple's qualifications are not good, but he is just a three-spirit root." ”

At this moment, she felt that the bracelet on her wrist suddenly became hot, and immediately straightened her waist and added, "Although the disciple's qualifications are not good, the disciple feels that diligence can make up for the shortcomings, and the disciple has a heart to win the avenue, and he doesn't want to be a thing in the pool." ”

Tiangua Zhenjun nodded when he heard this, said three good words in a row, and then looked at the person who had never spoken, "Qingheng Sword Venerable, I think this woman is a person with great luck, why don't you take her as a disciple to avoid letting a pearl be dusted." ”

The moment he saw Su Yuning, he felt that his Heavenly Machine Six Trigram Disk had moved, and after a closer look, he found that there was a faint layer of purple light flickering on this woman's body.

Purple gas comes from the east, this is atmospheric luck!

In the world of cultivating immortals, although luck cannot represent everything, looking at it, there are very few people who have had great luck for thousands of years, and they all stand at the peak.

Therefore, people with great luck are also known as the darlings of heaven.

If it weren't for the fact that this female disciple belonged to the Sword Sect, he really wanted to take her as a personal disciple to teach her the art of hexagrams, and watch the heavens.

Qingheng Sword Venerable did not value luck as much as Elder Tiangua, in his opinion, qualification and sword bones were the most important things.

It's not that he hasn't met people with luck, but that doesn't mean they can get a glimpse of the way of the sword.

Although this female disciple has good luck, she is only a three-spirit root qualification, and she does not have a sword bone, and she is afraid that accepting her as a disciple will cause dissatisfaction among other inner disciples.

Thinking of this, he was about to refuse, but inadvertently swept the hosta between Su Yuning's hair, and his eyes instantly froze, "Who gave your hairpin?" ”

Su Yuning replied according to what someone told her, "This is my mother's relic." ”

Qingheng Sword Venerable was silent when he heard this, and after a long time, he looked down and said lightly, "Tomorrow, come to Shenshuang Peak to see me." ”

With that, his figure turned into a wind and disappeared.

Su Yuning was stunned at first, and finally showed a look of ecstasy, she immediately leaned down and kowtowed in the direction where Qingheng Sword Venerable left, "Disciple understands!" ”