Hua Xiangrong slept soundly at night, without nightmares and certainly no sweet dreams.

When she woke up, she found Luo Jiuyu sitting on the edge of her bed, hanging her head and not knowing what she was thinking.

"Jiuyu, it's so early." She greeted Luo Jiuyu.

"Didn't fall asleep last night." Luo Jiuyu said.

Without waiting for Hua Xiangrong to ask her what was wrong, she said, "I thought of something, and when I was ready to sleep, it was windy and rainy outside, so I couldn't sleep." ”

It rained again last night? She didn't hear a sound. It seems that I did sleep well last night.

Open the windows to let in the light from outside, casting dappled shadows. The slightly chilly air after the rain may make ordinary people walking on the street and wearing single clothes shiver.

It's almost winter.

After a brief freshening up, Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu left the room.

Hua Xiangrong changed into a dark blue dress today, and the ebony hairpin on her head was still unchanged for ten thousand years, and she barely applied much powder, but her bright facial features were still eye-catching.

Coupled with her own clear temperament, she is really like a hibiscus out of the water.

Luo Jiuyu did not wear white clothes today, but changed into black clothes. As soon as she wore black, her whole temperament immediately changed.

It's not that Hua Xiangrong was a little cunning and clever when she first saw her, but a little more fierce and atmospheric.

Her hair was draped, and she was simply tied with a white headband, which looked very chic.

Hua Xiangrong looked at her, and sighed in her heart that this Luo girl was good-looking.

"Let's go. The Burial Sword Shrine must be a fun place! Luo Jiuyu said with some excitement.

Hua Xiangrong walked side by side with her and sighed helplessly. The little girl is young and understandable.

"Xiangrong, why is the burial sword mound called that?" Luo Jiuyu asked as he walked.

"The burial sword mound of Wanjian Peak is one of the battlefields of the Great War of Immortals and Demons 10,000 years ago. It is said that after the end of the Great War, all the weapons abandoned by the immortals and demons, especially the swords, were left in this place. ”

"Because that great battle was very tragic, there were casualties among the immortals and demons. And the weapons they used were all confessed to the Lord, and after the death of their master, the mourning gradually subsided for thousands of years. ”

"But these swords have been left in the burial sword mound of Wanjian Peak in Qizhou since then, waiting for their next master."

"There are many sword cultivators in the world, and the most important thing for sword cultivators is their own sword. Therefore, it was later agreed that the sword cultivation was to go through the test of the Ten Thousand Sword Peak Burial Sword Shrine, and successfully pull out a sword and form a contract with it. ”

Hua Xiangrong explained to Luo Jiuyu very patiently.

"Can every sword cultivator pull out a sword?" Luo Jiuyu asked.

"It's not. In fact, many sword cultivators were blocked from this threshold. Hua Xiangrong said.

"However, not being able to pull out the sword from the burial sword mound does not mean that this sword cultivator can't go further in the way of the sword, our sword cultivator has a section called mortal morality." She added.

The monk named "Sword", who fed a wooden sword with his body, walked the mortal world.

Feng Yuqing fought with the sword back then, and he could feel the wonder of the mortal humanity he cultivated. This way is different from her supreme sword path, Hua Wuxue's natural sword path, and Gu Chaosheng's Senluo sword path.

His movements were unpretentious, and a wooden sword even looked a little funny, but when he slashed out, he was able to make Feng Yuqing feel a slight pressure.

What kind of power is this? Feng Yuqing was quite curious at that time. Of course, she's curious now, too.

If only I could see a monk who cultivates mortal humanity again.

"Mortal? It's amazing to hear the name. So which is the most powerful kendo? Luo Jiuyu asked again.

"There is no realm of the Tao, and the only criterion is the affinity with the aura of heaven and earth. Even if this is the only criterion, it is not the only one. ”

Hua Xiangrong's words were very round, but obviously Luo Jiuyu was very good at grasping the key points.

"You mean mortals?"

"Exactly." Hua Xiangrong affirmed her statement.

"So which one is more powerful within the standard?" Luo Jiuyu asked.

"The Sen Luo Sword Dao of the Canglan Sect Sect Master mentioned before is quite powerful. However, the most powerful one in the cultivation world should still be Feng Yuqing's supreme sword dao. Hua Xiangrong said in a calm tone.

This is not her boasting, but the recognition of sword cultivation.

"Feng Yuqing, is that the sword demon in the mouths of Miss Li and Miss Chu?" Luo Jiuyu asked recalling.

"It's her." Hua Xiangrong replied.

"Why is she called the Sword Demon?"

"Maybe she did a lot of evil, and she didn't want to die well." Hua Xiangrong smiled slightly, and said in her heart that she didn't know it herself.

"Sword cultivators all have their own swords, so what is the name of Feng Yuqing's sword?" Luo Jiuyu asked again.

"Her sword is called the Red Dust Sentient Sword."

Hua Xiangrong answered Luo Jiuyu's question while looking at the crowd in front of him and said, "We've arrived." ”

They had already walked to the foot of Ten Thousand Swords Peak, and this place was very lively, with people coming and going. A few vendors set up their stalls and shouted vigorously.

"The burial sword mound is on the peak of Wanjian Peak, it is a small space of its own, and the sword cultivator who wants to find the sword must sit quietly on the stone platform on the peak, and when he has a sense of the sword, he will be brought into that small space."

"Entering a small space is only the first step, whether you can finally make a contract with the sword depends on the big opportunity and your own strength. The sword will be examined as a monk, and only after passing the test can you become the master of the sword. ”

Hua Xiangrong said in detail.

"It's really not easy to do sword cultivation." Luo Jiuyu sighed.

"Miss Rong, Miss Luo, you are really here." Li Lin's voice sounded behind him, and Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu turned around at the same time and saw Li Mu and Li Lin. There were also two older men beside them.

It is Li Huai and Changsun Xiao, husband and wife.

"Gongzi Li, Miss Li, meet again." Luo Jiuyu greeted them with a smile.

"Who are these two?" Her gaze turned to Li Huai and Eldest Sun Xiao.

"Father and mother." Li Mu replied.

Hua Xiangrong moved her gaze to Li Huai and Changsun Xiao, and she looked at Li Huai. This is the younger brother that Li Ru mentioned to her, he has his own children.

If people know that she has a face that is not yet twenty years old, but she thinks this way in her heart, she will definitely think that this girl is probably a little abnormal.

Li Huai looks square and peaceful, and the eldest grandson Xiao is elegant and atmospheric, and the two look very good together when they stand together.

After several people greeted each other, Changsun Xiao asked, "The two girls came here to bury the sword mound, are they here to find the sword?" ”

"She wants to find a sword, and I came with her." Luo Jiuyu pointed at Hua Xiangrong and said.

"Thinking that Miss Rong is so young, she came here to look for a sword, it's really a shame for us who have wasted years and spent a long time." Changsun Xiao said.

Hua Xiangrong had already known from everyone's chatter and his own listening that Changsun Xiao was a chess cultivator, and he was also a little curious about her. She knew that Yang Shu was good at chess, but she had never seen this chess cultivation who entered the Tao with chess.

"Why do you say that, Mrs. Eldest Sun, your chess skills are superb, and you should be a model for my generation." Hua Xiangrong's tone was quite sincere.

"The girl is really good at talking." The eldest grandson pursed her lips and laughed.

After talking for a while, Hua Xiangrong and Luo Jiuyu jumped and disappeared in a few clicks.

They were going to the big stone platform at the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Peak.

"Uncle, do you think she'll succeed?" Li Lin asked.

"Yes." Eldest Sun Xiao pondered for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.

At this time, a clear voice sounded behind them: "So you are here. ”

Li Lin's face showed a look of surprise, and he quickly turned around: "Sister, you're back!" ”

The person who came was Murong Qi.

"I went to the mansion to look for you, and the people in the mansion said that you went to the burial sword mound, so I came over." Murong Qi said.

Her voice was very clear, different from Li Lin's gentleness, with a sharp aura. This is influenced by her sharpening of her kendo, and it is also her nature.

"Sister Qi, long time no see." Li Mu greeted her.

"Long time no see." When Murong Qi saw Li Mu, he smiled slightly, but when that smile fell in Li Mu's eyes, it became uneasy and kind.

"How have you grown in the past two years?" Sure enough, Murong Qi asked in the next sentence.

Before Li Mu could answer, Murong Qi's sword was already unsheathed.

"How to enter the country, you will know after two tricks with me." She said.

Li Huai, eldest Sun Xiao and Li Lin all stood by the side to watch the play tacitly. Anyway, Murong Qi has a serious start, and he won't do anything to Li Mu.

Li Mu here was embarrassed, and Luo Jiuyu and Hua Xiangrong over there had already reached the top of Ten Thousand Swords Peak.

There are not many monks at the top of Ten Thousand Swords Peak, some are young and energetic, and some are already old, but they still look energetic.

The summit is very quiet, only the sound of the wind can be heard. The monks who came to find the sword meditated quietly, hoping to have a sense of the sword in the small space.

Hua Xiangrong also sat down like them. She closed her eyes and listened intently to the sound of the wind in her ears.

She had the same feeling she had when she was in Yunzhou before.

The other monks saw that Hua Xiangrong's body was gradually enveloped in white light, and then disappeared.

"She's, did she succeed?" One monk asked incredulously.

"It worked." An elderly monk muttered.

He couldn't help but want to hide his face and cry. He had been in this burial mound for twenty years, and he had never drawn his sword. In the past twenty years, he has witnessed several young geniuses and sincere monks, but none of them have shocked him with today's flower imagination.

Perhaps, some people are not born to be suitable for this path.

In the corner where no one was paying attention, Luo Jiuyu was also gone.