The handover inheritance between each sword venerable of the Kunlun Sword Sect is a secret, even as the next head of the Sword Sect, Beitang Hanye doesn't know what he heard from the mouth of the master ancestor when his master is handed over.

Just as there is no third person in the world who knows at this moment, the two generations of Sword Venerables have completed the replacement in front of the blood pool so calmly.

Su Jianzun withdrew his gaze from the sky, looked at his only disciple again, looked at his young face, and looked at the depression between his eyebrows due to love.

This made Kitado look more real, flesh and blood, more like a young man his age than a sword.

Jian Zun asked, "Do you remember the first time you met your ancestor?" ”

"Yes."

Beitang looked gloomy on a cold night.

That was the first and only time he saw his ancestor.

At that time, the ancestor had already sat on the death pass, and at the top of Kunlun, where the sword venerable who had not been allowed to soar was sitting, the whole person was like ice and snow, without a trace of life, and the sword candidates selected by each vein were brought to him one by one, and let him examine them one by one.

So many teenagers and young children who had come before didn't make him open his eyes, until Beitang was brought over by Su Jianzun on a cold night.

Beitang, who was only four years old at the time, came to him on a cold night, and the man who had turned into ice and snow opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, the aura of the top of Kunlun suddenly changed.

This cold and pure almost sacred place of cultivation instantly turned into a battlefield of Shura and a boundless blood prison.

Beitang, who was unresponsive to the outside world for some reason, was led by Su Jianzun on a cold night, and reacted under the gaze of these eyes that were clearly pure black but felt redder than the richest blood.

The young child, who was no taller than Su Jianzun's waist, pulled his hand out of Su Jianzun's palm, grabbed Jianzun's robe and hid behind him.

"That's him." He heard the man sitting in front of him say.

The tone was clearly calm and unwavering, and it fell on the ears of the young Beitang on a cold night, but it was more solemn than the wind and snow outside.

Then, he heard the first and only admonition given to him by his master:

"To enter the killing path, remember to never be emotional."

After that, he stayed at the top of Kunlun and did not return to the cold snow peak where he had lived for three years.

Gradually, I never remembered my biological mother who was always behind the closed stone door, even if it was a birthday once a year.

"The word love is the most embarrassing."

When he said this, Su Jianzun seemed to think of many people, but in the end he just said, "With your ancestor's talent, you can't break it, so in the end, even if you have already walked in front of that barrier, you can't take that step, you can only sit to the death." ”

"At the beginning, I let you enter the Tao by killing, firstly, for the sake of the Sword Sect, and secondly, for some considerations of the teacher, even if it is the best result, it is already a big gamble with your life. Like your teacher, the teacher doesn't want you to repeat his mistakes, so he put forward an idea for the teacher. ”

"You cultivate the Dao of Killing, only be the purest sword of the Sword Sect, and regard the Sword Sect as your faith. Your sword is wielded for the Sword Sect, so you will never have to think about right or wrong, and you will never hesitate. ”

"Today, if you have taken this step and seen that avenue, it means that the idea of the teacher is good. As long as you continue like this, you will definitely be able to jump out of the cage and preach freely. ”

"But on a cold night, if you have love in your heart, and you pick up the sword in your hand to fight for the person you care about in your heart, it will be difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, and if one day, you have to make a choice between the sect and that person?"

Hearing this, the depression between Beitang's cold night brows was a little heavier.

And Su Jianzun didn't stop, looked at him and asked again, "And if one day, you have to choose between the Great Dao and that person?" ”

The former would be painful because he was raised with the Sword Sect as his faith.

The latter will be more painful, and the way of killing is to kill everything, in order to kill the Tao, and the beloved will naturally eventually become the cornerstone of the Tao.

"From the moment you embarked on this path, you were destined not to be affectionate, not to mention that you also said that the other party said that what happened in the secret realm should be left in the secret realm."

In Su Jianzun's hand, a pale cyan medicine bottle and a token exuding sword intent appeared.

He handed these two things to his disciple and said lightly, "Then why do you have to be persistent? ”

Hell Shura threw the three heads on the top of Kunlun and put down the medicine bottle, which contained the antidote refined by the Demon Domain. At that time, Yao Su practiced three antidotes, one of which solved the "newcomer's smile", and now the other was taken away by the prison Shura to relieve the "beauty grace" on his son's body.

Beitang took the two things handed over by the master in the cold night, each of which seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.

Seeing that he took the antidote in his hand and did not take it immediately, Su Jianzun did not urge, but said: "For the teacher, you need to temporarily guard here, and Kunlun will leave the matter to you." ”

"Yes."

Beitang put away the pale cyan medicine bottle in the cold night, and since the master had already told him the answer, the rest of the choice was his business.

As for who rescued him in the secret realm, and who took this antidote, Shizun didn't mention it at the moment, that is, it was not time to mention it.

He's been trapped in the secret realm for a long time, and so much has happened in between, and now it's time to show up to stabilize the situation.

Beitang stood up in the cold night, no matter what, he was the sharpest sword in the Sword Sect, no matter when, he had to cut through the darkness in front of him.

He said goodbye to his master, left the underground blood pool, and returned to the main hall of the temple.

As soon as he saw the sword with black strips of cloth on his eyes come in, he felt the coercion on his body that far exceeded that of the monk who had just entered the Tribulation Period, and all the voices of conversation stopped.

And Elder Kunlun, who had already come to Qingye Mountain City a few days before the opening of the secret realm, greeted him and took the lead in saying a word of congratulations: "I have seen Jianzi, congratulations to Jianzi for breaking through the realm." Then he said, "Jianzi has already seen Jianzun, and the top three in the Aoba Secret Realm this time have also come out with results, and Jianzi is needed-"

Beitang Hanye didn't speak, but raised his right hand, and the token appeared in his palm.

When he saw the token clearly, the elder's voice stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face became solemn.

The shape of the token was similar to the Yin-Yang Order held in the hand of the statue of the Divine Monarch in the hall, except that it was not engraved with Yin-Yang Taiji, but Kunlun.

The elder solemnly wore a robe, and then bowed down reverently before him.

With his movements, the elders of the other sects in the hall also looked solemn and knelt in front of the young man.

"Welcome to Sword Venerable."

A moment ago, he was still a sword.

And at this moment, the Kunlun Order is in hand, he is the leader of the Northern Realm, Kunlun Sword Venerable.

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There are many mountains and rivers in the north, and the Hehuan Sect is also located on the top of the continuous mountains, when the fog is sunny and sunny, a gorgeous palace group seems to be suspended in the clouds and mist, and the jade boat shuttles, like a fairyland.

At this moment, in the golden and brilliant main hall, on the ground paved with black floor tiles like the stars in the middle of the night, kneeling was the young master of the Hehuan Sect with a pale face as if he had not recovered from a serious injury, and a plain black dress lined the whole person more and more bloodless.

Jiang Xuelou, who had an ugly face all the way, stood beside him, looking at the palace beauties sitting on the top with an extremely ugly face.

Looking at her gorgeous face, which was similar to but different from the young man kneeling on the ground, he couldn't find his anger at all, and could only try to persuade him:

"Senior sister, it's not the fault of the heart, he still has injuries on his body, and he really can't stand such a heavy punishment...... Please also think twice. ”

Chu Yiyang knelt on the ground and lowered his eyes.

Although he was mentally prepared that returning to the Hehuan Sect would not be accompanied by the care of the gentle wind and drizzle, the mountain rain that was coming to this hall was far beyond his expectations.

"It's not his fault?" Ying Qiushui was extremely angry, and the air around her seemed to tremble with her anger, and her voice echoed in the main hall, asking, "Whose fault is that?!" Did I teach him wrong, or how! ”

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect, from the sect master to the new disciples, practice the "Hehuan Jue" and are proficient in various means, they have always been the only ones who treat others as furnaces, when have they ever been regarded as furnaces? !

The disciples who served in the main hall on weekdays had all been retired, but they were standing in the distance, listening to the angry voice of the Great Elder coming from the hall, thinking of the pale appearance of the young master when he returned, they couldn't help but exchange worried eyes:

"Didn't you say that the young master disappeared before, and the Great Elder went to Aoba Mountain Castle in person? It's good that the young master is back now, why would the great elder have such a big temper......"

"I heard that the young master was seriously injured, and the Great Elder was so angry...... I don't know if he can hold it. ”

Ying Zaixin's existence in the Hehuan Sect is special, although he is the young master of the Hehuan Sect, he is never close to people, which makes both men and women in the door want to break his rules.

And when the original sect master set a double monk for him, although he knew that when he was a Taoist couple, he would inevitably play the role of offering first, but the Hehuan Sect was still willing to violate the patriarch's instructions - what if you can live with him and live together, what if you do it first?

In the hall, Ying Qiushui stared at the young man who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word, as if he was going to stubbornly fight to the end: "Who is it?" Who used you as a furnace? ”

But the man who was on his knees did not answer.

Ying Qiushui's heart was repeatedly burned by anger and unspeakable pain, and at the same time he felt deeply disappointed.

She clenched the armrest under her palm, feeling bitter and embarrassed - no one else, why...... Why is it him......

Her chest was completely filled with rage, and in a fit of rage, she slapped her palm on the armrest under her palm.

The armrests made of Xuanjin cracked in response, and the spiritual power that was out of control due to anger was like a sharp blade, attacking the person kneeling in the center of the main hall from under the seat!

"Heartbreaker!" Seeing that Chu Yiyang did not avoid or hide, as if he was planning to simply die under this palm, Jiang Xuelou hurriedly took a step towards the left front, blocking in front of him, and sprinkled a golden folding fan in his hand to offset the residual power of this palm, "Senior sister!" ”

"Get out of the way!" It's good that he doesn't block it, this block, Ying Qiushui directly raised his sleeves, and a shocking whip appeared in the palm of his jade-like hand with red dankou nails.

Her natal magic weapon sensed her anger, and black lightning was born on the golden whip, causing the clouds above the main hall of the Hehuan Palace to begin to change color, brewing a storm.

At this time, Chu Yiyang, who had been kneeling on the ground to respond silently in line with the person who should rob the heart, finally reacted. He frowned slightly, and with a whip under the anger of the Mahayana in the early stage, this body might not be able to stand it.

He knocked on the system: "Is this the hidden plot that was not written in the book?" ”

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Chapter 25

The system gave the answer: "The exploration degree of the hidden side plot of the Hehuan Sect is 3%, and the exploration degree is 97%. ”

Really.

Chu Yiyang thought back to the Hehuan Sect in the original book, and there was not much ink on the corresponding robbery, let alone the more marginal Ying Qiushui.

The Hehuan Sect has the rules of the Hehuan Sect, it doesn't matter if you are above or below, what matters is whether you take advantage of others or be taken advantage of by others.

Those who are good swimmers drown, and those who hunt geese are pecked by geese, which is certainly humiliating.

Ying Qiushui, as his division commander, loved and was deeply responsible, but his reaction was inevitably too excessive.

Chu Yiyang was able to kneel calmly before, because he was able to withdraw from this identity and look at everything that happened in front of him, but if it was the original heart that was kneeling here, and he would be reprimanded like this in addition to being seriously injured, it would be strange that he could continue to practice.

Above the main hall, thunder rumbled, as if the gods above the nine heavens were all alarmed by this whip.

At the same time, the shocking whip glowing with a devastating light had already been struck, brightening Chu Yiyang's eyes and making his face even paler.

He really didn't plan to carry it hard, so he had to pretend to be seriously injured and fall to the side, Jiang Xuelou, who was blocking him, had already turned around and knocked him down.