Tang Qing was a little helpless and said, "What I said is the truth. ”

"Hand over that sword, and walk with me to the South Hills and hills. ”

Baili Duanjiang held a sword in his right hand, stretched out his left hand forward, and said coldly: "If the sentence is true, naturally you have a clear conscience, and it doesn't hurt to go on a trip." ”

As soon as these words fell, the sword light in Baili Duanjiang's eyes shone slightly, with a little fierceness, and a cold glow that could not be refused.

Tang Qing just looked at him, his eyes were calm, always indifferent, and there was no extra emotion.

After a long time, he said: "The selection of the Xuanwu List is not over yet, and I can't go." ”

When he said this, he also stretched his right hand forward, and the short sword whispered in the cliff and the wind, and the breath of sword intent came.

That sword intent was originally immense, very sharp, almost unmatched.

When it comes out of the short sword, it will be unstoppable, and there will be few people and nothing to stop it.

But at this moment, the sword intent is flowing out, but it is not as unruly as in the past.

It didn't go straight into the sky like before.

It's just quietly surrounding.

The sword intent is still cold, but when facing the Baili River in front of him, there is a little more inexplicable gentleness.

For Baili Duanjiang, he was very familiar with that sword intent.

To that sword intent, that proud young man was no stranger to it.

Even in those old days, it had a long friendship with the teenager.

Nanshan Kendo is long, and it has accompanied the youth all the way to grow up.

Therefore, on the edge of the cliff today, under the dim light, the sword intent did not want to be entangled with Tang Qing in the middle of the Baili Broken River, so he was shocked and wanted to persuade the Baili Broken River to retreat.

Baili Duanjiang felt the will of the sword intent, the sword light in his eyes flickered, and a trace of strange emotion appeared in the depths of his pupils.

He stared at the short sword in Tang Qing's hand for a long time, and finally said, "The Nanshan sword intent appears in the hands of outsiders, and it is at the mercy of others. Since then, the sword intent has gone through the wind and dust, and is still qualified to go to Nanshan? Can it return to the hands of the Sword Saint Master?"

As soon as this sentence fell, the terrifying sword intent suddenly startled, and the gentle sword towards the Baili Broken River instantly changed color, and the killing machine suddenly appeared, locking the Baili Broken River to death.

Baili Duanjiang snorted coldly, and the long sword was raised slightly, just wanting to show his edge.

The long sword in his hand suddenly became dull.

The sword intent is hidden.

The sword was scattered.

Everything happens in an instant.

Under that terrifying sword intent, no sword dared to make a mistake at will.

Even if they are also from the South Mountain hills, they all carry their own pride and edge.

However, compared with the sword intent of the Baili Broken River and the sword intent of the Sword Saint, there is still a difference between heaven and earth.

The sword of the sword master is here, and ten thousand swords bow down.

Baili Duanjiang stared blankly at the tarnished long sword in his hand, and the pride in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by a deep confusion.

That sword intent trapped Baili Broken River in place, only killing him, but did not really want to hurt him.

Thinking that the young man didn't know the reason, he thought that it was the sword intent to leave Nanshan, so he was a little angry.

But he couldn't complain about him.

But that sword intent has its own cause and effect and reason, but it can't be said to anyone.

It came out of the hills of Nanshan, and although it was no longer in the hands of the Sword Master, it was not a defection.

Instead, the Sword Saint personally sealed himself in the short sword and handed it over to the unique old master in heaven and earth.

Go from one high mountain to another.

That sword intent felt glorious.

Because it knew that even the Sword Saint of the South Mountain Hills was in awe of the old master on the other mountain.

And when he was held in the hands of the old master for the first time, no matter how dazzling his light was, he could not hide the charm in the eyes of the white-haired old man.

The sword intent was very long, and it came out of the short sword and went to the sky.

But no matter where you go, you can't fly out of the palm of the old master.

When he is willing to be free-range, he will let his sword intent go by himself and gallop the world.

When he wanted to be quiet, he just waved his hand, or clenched his fist slightly, and the sword intent returned, stopping all sword sounds and whistling.

If that sword intent is respectful to the sword saint of the South Mountain hills.

Then it is obedient to the old master.

Take it orally.

Therefore, when the old master handed over the sword intent sealed in the short sword to Tang Qing, the three sword intents would recognize Tang Qing as the master without any hesitation, listen to his appointment, and protect him.

Even if Tang Qing was just an ordinary monk who had just stepped into the cultivation world at that time.

But how can a person who can be valued by the Master be ordinary in his future cultivation path?

And along the way accompanied by sword intent, they have already discovered that this young man of the Tang Kingdom who has gone straight down from the high mountain and entered the world to practice, and his future achievements and prestige are only afraid that he will reach a height that the world looks up to, and may even be side by side with the master.

Because the sword intent is straight up, you can enter the sky, and you can see everything in the world from a high position.

But he has never been able to see through the cause and effect and future of the young man next to him.

Such a young man, naturally, is like a master, so that Jian Yi is convinced.

And at this moment, on the edge of the cliff, Baili Broken River was trapped in place by that sword intent and couldn't move, the long sword in his hand seemed to have lost his soul, and only a cold touch existed in the palm of his hand.

This descendant of the Sword Saint from the hills of Nanshan was proud all his life, and he had never felt so frustrated at this moment.

Even if he initially asked for a sword with a sword, he was defeated by Ah Diao.

It wasn't until later that he sneered at the battle with residual sword intent, although he was still defeated, he only felt that his skills were inferior to others, and he could practice his sword more hard in the future.

But at this moment, he was really a little disheartened.

He never thought that one day he would be trapped by the sword intent of the same sect from the hills of Nanshan.

Tang Qing sighed at this moment, he stared at the Baili Broken River for a long time, and then he withdrew his right hand, and the short sword was hidden in the cuff, leaving only the corner of the blade to shake in the wind.

He said: "Since the sword has left Nanshan, naturally I don't think about going back. They are willing to be held in the hands of my teacher, and now they are willing to accompany me to the world a thousand times, this is their choice, you can not understand, but you must respect. ”

As soon as these words fell, the sound of the sword in the void sounded, with bursts of ethereal sounds.

It seems to be responding to Tang Qing's words.

The aftermath of that sword intent gradually dispersed from the side of the Baili Broken River, and the sudden rise of the killing intent also disappeared suddenly, turning into a cold glow and merging into the short sword.

Baili Duanjiang's body got rid of the control of the sword intent, and suddenly relaxed, the light in the long sword gradually rose, and the sword intent in his eyes began to return.

A deep sense of indifference curled up in the depths of his pupils.

It's just that his mood is not relaxed, but heavier.

He bowed his head in the wind and was silent for a long time, not knowing what to think.

When the dark clouds in the sky gradually thickened and the thunder roared louder, Baili Duanjiang looked up at the sky, and his eyes seemed to be blackened by the darkness, and they were deep.

He suddenly opened his mouth and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

As soon as the words fell, he quickly added: "The teacher's name can't be said, and your own name doesn't need to be kept secret." ”

Tang Qing's eyes were indifferent, and he said calmly: "My name is Tang Qing." ”

is just a simple self-introduction, but it makes Baili Duanjiang stunned in place.

He came from the hills of Nanshan and entered the world with sword intent, until he went to the shore of Jiangxin Lake and worshiped in the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard, just to wait for a person to appear.

Before he left the mountain, the Sword Saint Master had mentioned that person's name more than once.

And for a long time after that, I kept reciting that name in my heart, not because I was afraid of forgetting, but because I was always reminding myself of the real purpose of going down the mountain.

It is to bring the chosen one back to the South Mountain hills.

He remembered very well that the person's name was Tang Qing.

Coming from the Tang Kingdom, he worships the world and likes to read.

Therefore, Baili Duanjiang came to the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard, which is known as the largest collection of books in the world, to wait for him.

thought that it would take a hundred twists and turns to find him, but he didn't want fate to make people, and the chosen one was here.

And, holding the sword of the hills of the South Mountain.

The sword intent that left the hills of Nanshan and brought himself to the Chosen One, perhaps, this is fate.

At this moment, the eyebrows and eyes of Baili Duanjiang are all opened, and the mood is gradually calming.

Now that Tang Qing is in front of him, it seems that the gains and losses of a sword are no longer so important.

The proud young man from the Nanshan hills pulled the corners of his mouth hard, trying to show a warm smile as much as possible.

The coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a look of peace that he had never seen before.

Tang Qing was a little surprised by the other party's emotional changes, he stood up straight, and was just about to remind Baili Duanjiang to pay attention to his demeanor, but saw that the other party suddenly put away the long sword in his hand and covered it behind him.

Then, between the cold wind on the edge of the cliff, Baili Broken River burst out laughing, and asked in a gentle tone that made him feel sick: "You are the prince of the Tang Kingdom, Tang Qing?" Or are you just the same name as him?"

The stakes are high, and it's best to make sure that is clear.

If it's really him, you have to make a good impression on the other person.

This is not what Baili Duanjiang is good at, so his smile is a little stiff, and his tone is also very weird, not only can he stand it, but even Tang Qing can't stand the huge contrast between Baili Duanjiang's attitude before and after, he waved his hand, frowned slightly, and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Speaking of which, Baili Duanjiang has already affirmed that the other party is the chosen person he is looking for.

The indifferent young man smiled at this time, and he just wanted to open his mouth again to get closer to the other party, when the void suddenly broke through the void.

Baili Duanjiang turned his head abruptly and looked behind him.

Tang Qing also turned around, the fist in his left hand was not closed, and the sword intent in his right hand was not retreated, he looked at it slightly, and passed by at a glance, but after seeing the cliff, between the cold wind, five figures came together, and soon fell here.

The demonic energy was rolling, and he turned a blind eye.

The meaning of the Tao was awe-inspiring, and he turned his eyes away.

The voice of the Buddha was faint, and he ignored it.

The white clothes were dazzling, and he turned a blind eye.

It's just that when a piece of knife light passed by, rolling up the brilliant knife intent, and when an unruly young man in sackcloth fell between the gravel of the cliff, his calm and indifferent eyes finally showed a long-lost smile.

Warm, peaceful,

Like a spring breeze and a warm sun.

Sprinkled with that piece of knife light.