Volume 1 Sunset Harvest Chapter 22 Thousands of Stars, Alone and White

All the disciples on the sword viewing platform were so shocked that they couldn't speak, and even several second-generation elders looked at Liang Zhao with excited expressions.

Wang Ling's face was even more flushed.

Liang Zhao was calm, just like every day he had been for the past year.

"That's Gengxin Sword Star!"

Countless people have said this in their hearts.

Countless emotions were born in their hearts, but none of them were suspicious of it, because everything was right.

Liang Zhao is a genius who opened the valley in a year, in the entire history of sword cultivation, there are not many such people, and the time when the Gengxin Sword Star appeared in the sea of stars happened to be when he first went to see the sea of stars.

Everything is right, everything is fine.

"It is worthy of being a closed disciple of the sect, Senior Brother Liang is really good. Some people sighed, with a deep admiration.

"Hurry up and report to the sect, don't be slow!" Wang Ling immediately opened his mouth after losing his mind for a short time, and ordered, this kind of major event should be regarded as the first major event in the Sword Court in two hundred years, as long as the sect leader is not in retreat, he should be notified immediately.

Liang Zhao looked at the demeanor of these young disciples, and didn't say anything, he stood in the center of the sword viewing platform, thinking about something silently.

Gengxin Sword Star is not his.

That's a big lie.

Once it is debunked before he grows up, then the consequences are unpredictable.

But it's not so easy to debunk this big lie.

Everyone's sword star is only known to everyone, and only that person knows who the sword master of that Gengxin sword star is.

Liang Zhao can be said to be his, and there will be no reason for others to refute it, because there is no evidence.

Unless the sword master of Gengxin Sword Star left the world before Liang Zhao, the matter of Liang Zhao would be revealed.

That kind of thing will happen, but most likely not in the near future.

Liang Zhao walked over and bowed to Wang Ling, "Thanks to Uncle Shi's careful teaching, Liang Zhao has achieved what he is today." ”

Wang Ling was greatly relieved, looked at this nephew who couldn't find the slightest fault, and said with a pleasant face: "The sword master who can become a Gengxin Sword Star has nothing to do with the old man's teaching, it's all up to you, after today, the burden on your shoulders will be heavier, focus on cultivation more, and don't live up to the expectations of the sect for you." ”

Liang Zhao nodded, and was about to say something more, when a flying sword had already swept across the sky.

Flying sword communication is the most common means of communication for sword cultivators, but this often happens when the two are too far apart, this flying sword is obviously sent out in the sect, and just coming to the sword viewing platform at this moment is enough to prove how urgent the person who sent out the flying sword communication.

When Wang Ling saw the flying sword, he sighed with emotion: "Zhao'er, you can choose a sword today!"

After the sword cultivation on this side of the Sword Court is introduced, if you want to have your own sword, you must also be able to go up the mountain to choose after Bigu, when you are close to the second realm, even if Liang Zhao's talent is amazing, but now that the sect knows that his sword star is that Gengxin, the master actually flew the sword and sent a message, and the first time was to tell Liang Zhao that he could choose a sword.

It is foreseeable that according to the identity of the Gengxin Sword Star Sword Master, the Sword Court will definitely take out those swords with the best quality for Liang Zhao to choose.

This also reflects that from this moment on, the Sword Court's attention to Liang Zhao has risen to a new level.

Liang Zhao's expression remained unchanged, there was no trace of a smile on his face, he couldn't see what he was thinking, some were only calm, he saluted the flying sword seriously, "Apprentice obeys the master's orders!"

I can't hear any mood swings in my words.

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Gu Ming's mind was still in that sea of stars.

He knew that his sword star was white, but he didn't know why it was so, Wan Yun Zhenren's sword scripture didn't say this kind of thing, I don't know if he deliberately forgot about it, and there was not a single word in the bookworm's pen and ink that involved this thing, if it wasn't for Chang Yi Zhenren who brought him here, he wouldn't know about the sword star at all.

Looking at that sea of stars, Gu Meng faintly felt that the sword star that appeared in the sea of stars almost with his sword star before would be somewhat inexplicably implicated with him.

"As soon as she appeared, she had such a bright light, she should be a very genius person, right?" Gu Meng couldn't help but feel a little envious, after all, her own sword star, except that it was white, she couldn't see anything special.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Meng gathered his mind, opened his eyes, and after taking his hand off the stone stele, he found that he had been drenched in soup, and Chang Yizhen had already run to the eaves of the bamboo building to take shelter from the rain.

Gu Meng was a little helpless, as a master, he really couldn't say that he loved his disciple at all.

trotted all the way in the rain, and Gu Ming, who was wet, also ran under the eaves of the bamboo building.

Chang Yi Zhenren asked, "Did you see your sword star?"

Gu Meng nodded, "I see." ”

"How is it?" Chang Yi Zhenren was a little interested, he was not a sword cultivator, no matter how high the realm was, he couldn't see the sea of stars of sword cultivation.

"It's ok. Perhaps because Gu Meng felt that there was something wrong with the white sword star, he didn't tell Chang Yi Zhenren about the specific situation.

"That female sword immortal's sword star is indeed very bright. Gu Meng was trying to change the subject.

Chang Yi Zhenren is really still the Chang Yi Zhenren, when it comes to characters like the Female Sword Immortal, he will not continue to ask about Gu Luo Jianxing, he said a few anecdotes about the Female Sword Immortal, and an old face smiled like a flower.

Gu Meng didn't want to look at his master like this, so he began to look at the wooden building.

This wooden building is the same as the bamboo building in front of the mountain, there is no hanging plaque, no name, but the bamboo building is to store the sword scriptures written by the ancestors of the past dynasties, and this wooden building is a variety of sword tricks.

At the beginning, there were 30,000 sword cultivators in Zheshan, and countless people had countless sword skills, but the sword tricks were not too many, and many of them were lost after the decay, and now the sword tricks that still exist in this bamboo building are no longer one in ten.

But even so, with the heritage of Zheshan, this is also something that many sword cultivators can't ask for in their lifetime.

Chang Yi Zhenren didn't have any idea about the sword technique of the wooden building, he just explained something, probably saying that this wooden building and that bamboo building can come and go at will, anyway, there is nothing particularly big, so don't come to him or something.

After finishing speaking, Chang Yi Zhenren left with an umbrella.

Gu Meng saluted the latter's back, then pushed open the door and entered the wooden building.

The layout here is similar to that of the bamboo building, with rows of bookshelves, and the same volumes of bamboo slips on the shelves, but there is only one less bookworm here.

Gu Meng casually picked up a book of bamboo slips closest to him, and after opening it, he wanted to put it down after a casual glance, this book of bamboo slips was not a sword trick, but some miscellaneous talk about sword cultivation.

Gu Meng retracted his hand, remembering his sword star, he also wanted to know why this was happening, and put his gaze back on the bamboo slip.

Then he saw a phrase.

"Thousands of stars, only white. ”