Pure Land, inside the cave on the holy mountain.

Han Liyan turned the giant tripod into a zhang or so and placed it in the center of the cave, and pierced the cave wall above the giant tripod so that the sunlight could shine in. Dugu looked at him puzzled and asked, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"I wanted to forge two swords a long time ago, but because there was one material missing, these two swords were not finished, and now that the materials are available, I want to finish these two swords. Han Liyan said.

"Isn't it? What is missing is the Flame Fall Chill Iron?"

"Hmm"

"You haven't been back for a long time, I'll give you two days off, stop the water kid hurry up and see your grandfather." ”

"Oops!" Dugu Zhishui slapped his head, "How did I forget about this when I came back, I haven't been back for half a year, grandpa must want to kill me." After saying that, he turned around and left, and Ziqian hurriedly followed.

"Hey......" Ziqian called him, "You'd better think about how to tell your grandfather where we've been for the past six months." ”

"By the way, you can cultivate in the Pure Land from now on, but from now on you will have to come here at least two hours a day to read books. Han Li shouted as he looked at the two backs that had already walked away.

It wasn't until the figures of Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian disappeared that Han Liyan slowly retracted his gaze. At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. He looked back behind him, and at some point there was an old man with a stiff figure.

"Uncle Dugu, don't you hurry home, otherwise this little cub will be in a hurry. Han Liyan smiled.

"Alas......" the old man sighed, "Lord Li, when are you going to ......hide it from him?"

Hearing this, Han Liyan's expression became solemn.

"The day the Pure Land opens again is the time when the illusion is shattered. Han Liyan's eyes were calm, and he said slowly, "This time is different from the past, the Pure Land will be opened again after four years, and after this opening, the Pure Land will be temporarily sealed, and the next birth will probably be decades or even hundreds of years later......"

"Is there still two and a half years left......

"Son, where will you go when you wake up......?" said the old man.

The conversation between the two men lasted for a quarter of an hour, but if one of them was on the side, he would have been horrified to find that there was nothing in front of Han Li, as if he were ...... Talk to the air.

......

After the old man left, Han Liyan's eyes suddenly became blood-red, and at the same time, a raging black flame suddenly ignited in the bronze tripod. Streams of heaven and earth essence gathered like a tide into the bronze tripod, supporting the burning of the black flame.

The brilliance in Han Liyan's hand flickered, and the rough blanks of the two swords appeared in his hands. Both swords shimmered with colorful light, and the sword bodies were of various colors, which seemed to be a fusion of many different colored materials. Han Liyan threw the rough blanks of these two swords into the sword casting tripod, and threw the piece of Flame Falling Cold Iron obtained by Dugu Zhishui into it, and the road to building the two divine weapons began......

Time flies, and time flies.

On a flowery meadow, a pair of young girls are dancing opposite each other with long swords, and not far away, a white-haired young man is gently playing a jade flute, and another girl is stroking the seven-stringed guqin and harmonizing with the sound of the flute.

With the sound of the white-haired youth's flute, snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky. The young man and the girl accompanied the sound of the piano, stepping on the snowflakes and dancing the sword, like a pair of fairy couples.

The people who danced the sword were naturally Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian. Two years have passed since they returned to the Pure Land, and in the past two years, Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian have practiced swords and read the classics on the Holy Mountain every day, and have cultivated spiritual power at night. Now Dugu Zhishui has successfully broken through to the third layer of the Martial Sect, which is one level higher than two years ago. And Ziqian is to break through to the seventh layer of the Martial Sect, the further the cultivation goes, the more difficult it is to improve each small realm, and Ziqian can improve six small realms without relying on external forces in two years is already very against the sky.

In two years, Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian have grown up a lot. Dugu Zhishui's immature face is now more mature, and it looks more and more chic and extraordinary. As for Ziqian, this is simply a small disaster. As Ziqian grew older, Dugu Zhishui felt more and more that the charm on this little girl's body was getting stronger and stronger, and in time, this was definitely a little goblin who brought disaster to the country and the people.

As for the person who plays the flute, it is cold, and the person who plays the guqin is the cold that has disappeared for a while.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, a thunderclap instantly broke the peace. The originally clear sky, suddenly dark clouds, thunder, colorful lightning like a vicious snake churning and flying, suffocating majestic pressure swept in, it seems that this dark cloud lightning is actually converging towards the holy mountain.

At this moment, some of the sleeping characters in the Immortal God Realm suddenly woke up......

"When the catastrophe comes, the divine soldiers will be completed, and spiritual things are needed to sacrifice the sword. Han Li looked at the raging thunder and lightning, raised his hand and shot out a light shield, enveloping a radius of thousands of miles, and the terrifying fluctuation was suddenly isolated in the light mask, and could no longer be transmitted. Then his fingers opened slightly, and ten colorful blood arrows shot out from his fingertips, sinking into the holy mountain.

I saw two dazzling rays of light slowly rising from the top of the holy mountain, one red and one purple. At the center of the light were two swords that were as black as ink, one was densely covered with red veins, like flowing fire clouds, and the other was densely covered with purple runes, like mysterious runes.

The two swords continued to rise until they were submerged in the colorful lightning bolts in the sky. Suddenly, the sea of thunder boiled. A series of lightning bolts as thick as a few people slashed frantically towards the blade of the sword. However, in the face of such a violent destructive power, those two swords did not move, on the contrary, those thunder and lightning powers still had a tendency to be absorbed by these two swords.

The thunder sea raged for nearly an hour before slowly retreating, and Han Liyan beckoned to suck the two swords into his hands, and it seemed that there were some more thunder and lightning marks on the swords.

Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian stared at the sword in Han Liyan's hand, salivating with longing on their faces. The casting process of these two swords has been seen by both of them, for two years, these two swords have to receive the nourishment of the essence of the sun and the moon every day, and Han Liyan also throws some rare treasures into the sword casting furnace from time to time, and many times Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian are a little envious of the treatment of these two swords.

Yu Han looked curiously at the two swords that had just been born, and said to himself, "Two more brothers and sisters." ”

Han Liyan looked at Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian's pitiful expressions, and felt a burst of amusement.

"From now on, they'll be yours. Han Liyan said suddenly.

"Really?" Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian asked with incredulous expressions.

Han Liyan nodded, stuck his two swords on the ground, and turned to leave, his back seeming to ...... It's a bit sluggish.

"Confess the Lord with blood, and give them a name by the way. The voice of the cold left the death came from afar.

"The divine soldier has been completed, the master-apprentice relationship is over, I should leave......" Han Lixian muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian looked at the two swords on the ground, and for some reason they suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.

"I want this purple one. Zi Qian said.

Dugu Zhishui obviously wouldn't rob her, and he chose the sword with red veins. The two of them each dropped a drop of blood on their respective swords, and a wonderful thing happened, the blood of the two was absorbed by the sword body after touching the sword, and then they suddenly had a feeling of being connected to the sword bloodline.

"I'll call you Dugu in the future. Dugu Zhishui stroked the long sword in his hand and smiled.

"Then you will be called Purple Wind. Ziqian said to her sword.

An even more incredible thing happened, after the two of them finished naming their swords, the sword suddenly shone brightly, the light squirmed slightly, and finally two words were formed on each of the two swords. The characters on the sword are all in ancient Chinese, because the books on the holy mountain are all written in ancient and ancient Chinese, so Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian have learned a lot of ancient and ancient characters in the process of reading books in the past two years, so they are no strangers to this. They recognized the words on the sword body as "Dugu" and "Purple Wind", and both of them couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw this change.

As soon as Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian's thoughts moved, the sword that belonged to them turned into a ray of light and submerged into their bodies, and they could clearly feel their existence.

Everything seems to have been predestined for a long time, and it seems that such a scene happened countless years ago......

Sacred Mountain, inside the Cave House.

Han Liyan looked at Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian, who were concentrating on reading, and showed a faint smile. There seemed to be relief in his smile, but there seemed to be some regret in his eyes.

"The books here have been read by you, and I have nothing left to teach you, and it is up to you to reach what you can achieve in the future. Suddenly, in the quiet cave, there was a magnetic voice of cold death.

"Master, we still have a lot to learn from you. Dugu Zhishui smiled.

"Heh, when did you kid become so modest. Han Liyan smiled, "You can leave the school now, and I should go too." ”

Hearing Han Liyan's words, Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian, who were putting their minds on the classics in their hands, were suddenly shocked. "Master, are you leaving?" both shouted almost simultaneously.

"My mission is complete, and there are other things for me to deal with, so I can't be with you in the future. After I'm gone, you have to cultivate hard and don't be lazy, you know?"

"Master......"

"Master......"

......

Han Li left, and it was so sudden. After he left, Dugu Zhishui and Ziqian, who were accustomed to having him by his side, couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Dugu Zhishui, who had just finished reading an ancient book, closed the pages of the book full of the breath of time in his hand, and looked at the empty cave mansion in a daze. After a long time, he sighed faintly, glanced at Ziqian, who was concentrating on reading, and went to find a book and flipped it over.

When he was immersed in the sea of books again, Zi Qian had quietly shifted his gaze to him, and a trace of struggle flashed in those big eyes full of aura.

The unserious master, the eldest sister who is full of rivers and lakes, is finally gone.

There is no feast in the world, people come and go, people leave and people stay, and people always have to face differences in their lives. Perhaps, this is only an insignificant one of the countless separations in their lives, but it is an extremely important lesson in their lives, and Han Liyan used his own departure to teach them such a last lesson.

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