The next day, when Shang Yunjian took him to the top of Sword Peak to comprehend the Canglang Sword Technique, Bei Ming Xiu still asked.

"Who came yesterday?"

"Zhuge Lin Ye, the immortal master of the Holy Pavilion. Shang Yunjian's tone was relaxed, but his expression was not very relaxed, as if this question evoked some bad memories for him, "This guy is quite easy to talk to." ”

"I've heard the name. ”

"Of course, it's the master of the Holy Pavilion disciple who was with you before, I have to admit that he is very strong, but he has nothing to do with what happened back then, so you don't need to care too much. ”

Bei Mingxiu sighed and asked, "What's in that colored cloud?"

Shang Yunjian froze suddenly.

When this sentence was asked, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was ready to be concealed.

After all, looking at Long Yao's expression, the things in it are definitely not simple.

Shang Yunjian hurriedly straightened out his thoughts, and subconsciously glanced at the direction of the colored clouds, his eyes were slightly bright, as if he had seen something surprising, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was also a little deeper.

He whispered, "Want to know?"

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said, "I promise not to tell my master." ”

Shang Yunjian couldn't imagine why the Northern Meditation Cultivator would answer like this, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually condensed, and he said with a little crying and laughing: "Tell her that it's actually nothing, and when the perception is over, I'll take you in." ”

......

Shang Yunjian did not break his promise, and after the Northern Meditation Cultivator basically digested this understanding, he took him to the front of the colorful cloud.

Bei Ming Xiu was in the middle of it, surrounded by incomparably pure spiritual power, and he almost subconsciously wanted to let go of heaven and humanity and enjoy the nourishment of spiritual power here.

If it weren't for his self-control, he would have done it by now.

Shang Yunjian smiled: "Don't worry, the master here is the same as you, they are all fairy bodies, and it is normal to have a sense of closeness." ”

Bei Ming Xiu was surprised in his heart, ninety percent of the immortal spirits on the continent lived in Lingxiao Peak, and a person like him who was outcast was already an anomaly, could it be that the master of this was too?

Thinking back to Long Yao's face, Bei Ming Xiu suddenly had an idea.

The owner of this colorful cloud can't be a woman, right?

And this place is so close to the Shoreless Sword Peak, will it ......

Bei Ming Xiu didn't think about it anymore.

Shang Yunjian stared at Caiyun for a long time, and muttered to himself, "It should be out of the customs, will it take a while?"

He sat on a cloud and said to the Northern Meditation Cultivator: "It seems that it will take a while for the clouds and mist to disperse, if you have any difficulties in cultivation, you can ask me now." ”

Bei Mingxiu looked at the blue cloud under his feet, was silent for a while, and stepped on it vigorously with his foot, before sitting down calmly and said, "Isn't it a matter of cultivation?"

Shang Yunjian nodded and replied, "It's okay, it's idle anyway." ”

"Who the hell lives in here?"

"You'll see you soon, I don't think I need to say it. ”

"Oh well. Sensing Shang Yunjian's slightly shifted gaze, Bei Ming Xiu faintly felt that his conjecture might really be a little reasonable.

But what he wants to know most is not this thing.

"Master. ”

"Huh?"

"What kind of person was my dad before?"

Hearing this question, a touch of nostalgia appeared on Shang Yunjian's face, and he patted Bei Mingxiu's shoulder and said, "Your father is a good person. ”

"This is the same as not saying ......"

Shang Yunjian didn't care, and said, "Do you want to listen to the story of my acquaintance with your father?"

......

In various parts of the Zhongzhou mainland, whenever the elderly in the family said that they were going to tell a story, there were always young children who jumped over and rushed over, hugging the old man's thighs and waiting for the story excitedly.

The age of the Northern Immortal Cultivator is not young, and Shang Yunjian is actually not very old, so of course this picture cannot happen.

But Bei Ming Xiu really wanted to know what happened to his father back then.

Shang Yunjian also wanted to tell Bei Mingxiu about his father's past.

The two hit it off, so after the Northern Meditation nodded, Shang Yunjian cleared his throat and began to tell the story of the year.

Shang Yunjian was very engrossed in what he said, and what he listened to in the Northern Meditation was also very fascinating.

It all started twenty-eight years ago.

That year, the cultivation world had come out of the haze of the Great Demon Calamity, everything was thriving, and the Heavenly Dao Meeting that year was even more lively.

It was also that year that the originally unknown Momei Villa began to appear on the stage of the cultivation world.

The day before the opening of the Heavenly Dao Society, a certain young sword cultivator who appeared on behalf of Momei Villa was looking for a mellow spirit stone all over the street for some reason.

In the process, he saw a beautiful young man who used his spiritual power to condense the ice lotus, trying to negotiate with the boss and use the ice lotus to offset the price.

Young Jian Xiu had never seen such a shameless person, and his curiosity was together, and when he asked, he realized that this guy didn't even know what money was.

This kind of person is rare to see in a hundred years, out of curiosity, or impulsively, he paid for the other party, and left after a few words of greeting.

After the opening of the Heavenly Dao Meeting, Sword Cultivation gradually forgot about it.

It wasn't until the final stage of the Heavenly Dao Society that they met again.

That battle was also one of the fiercest battles in the history of the Heavenly Dao Society.

The outcome of the battle is still debated, but the outcome is straightforward.

The two were carried together into the Hall of Hundred Herbs for treatment, and it was at that time that they learned each other's names and origins, although they were not necessarily true.

"Momei Villa, Shang Yunjian. ”

"Holy Pavilion, Zhou Ming. ”

The most legendary friendship of that era began.

......

This story is not a secret in the Zhongzhou Continent, but it is told by the parties involved, which is even more legendary.

And after this story, Shang Yunjian also wants to tell many legendary stories of the year.

Back then, he and the Northern Underworld almost covered half of the cultivation world, which was definitely not a myth.

Even if Shang Yun disappeared for seven or eight years in the middle, his fame was still resounding in the entire cultivation world.

Especially when the two of them participated in the battle of the sword demon who was ravaging the world with the blood demon sword, forcing the Holy Pavilion to seal the mountain, and the two worlds of human and demon were silent, that scene was definitely the best in the world.

Shang Yunjian was confident that these deeds would definitely arouse the interest of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

It's just that the Northern Meditation Cultivator still wants to know an answer.

"So, who won the hell?"

Shang Yunjian's original gushing words were interrupted, and he didn't care, and after seriously recalling the situation at that time, he said: "At that time, the victory or defeat of the battle was between life and death, I let go of the hilt of my sword, and planned to use Liuyun's hand to finish, but he directly gave up the attack, and continued to attack when he saw that I didn't give up. ”

"At this point, I've already lost. ”

He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Your father has always been a very soft-hearted person, and even too benevolent. ”

"At this point, I don't want you to completely learn from him, but I also don't want you to go against him. ”

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said, "I understand." ”

He already had some idea in his mind about the cause of his father's death.

My father was one of the strongest men of his time, and even if he was defeated by the powerful people of the Holy Pavilion, he would have no problem escaping.

But at that time, my mother and Xiaoshuo were at home.

The people who came to deal with him were all brothers who had eaten at the same table with him.

He didn't believe they would do it.

So he died.

The last frozen thousand miles was only a flash in the pan.

When Bei Ming Xiu recalls that spectacular scene, he always has a sense of pride, and more of anger.

Needless to say, he will recover these old accounts in the future.

"The clouds are gone. ”

Shang Yunjian's expression on his face was much more relaxed, and he pointed ahead and said.