Boss Sun was a little surprised when he heard this, he said: "If I'm not mistaken, that young man has just entered the realm of knowing his fate, and at his age, he can only say that his qualifications are good, and if he wants to participate in the battle of the Xuanwu List, I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

Zhou Ji stared at the thick book carefully, and said after a long time: "You only saw his realm, but you didn't see through his sword. ”

Boss Sun was a little puzzled and asked, "What's the mystery of that sword?"

Zhou Ji didn't reply, just raised his hand and put the thick book in front of Boss Sun, the thick book opened a certain page at the front, the paper on this page was slightly yellowed, with a hint of quaint atmosphere, like an old age.

Boss Sun looked at it, and only felt that his eyes were a little tingling, as if he had been pierced by some extremely sharp object, and there was an unbearable burning sensation.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes, and there were several layers of inexplicable halos between his small eyes, as well as a sudden shock.

There were two swords drawn on that page.

One is at the top of the page, which is obviously drawn on the paper, but in the eyes of Boss Sun, it seems to be embedded in it.

That piece of paper is the sky, and that sword is the dragon in the sky, which is extremely real.

A vastness, as if it could penetrate the entire heaven and earth, the extremely powerful sword intent brewed between the papers, waiting to be forged, and I don't know when it will break through the thin paper layer of the thick book, and it will roar out directly.

The other sword was at the bottom of the page, except for the size and scale that was much smaller than the sword above, its shape and the proportions between the papers, and even the extremely powerful sword intent that lingered between the layers of paper seemed to be copied from the sword above.

Boss Sun stared at the two almost identical swords, his eyes were tingling, he couldn't help but turn around, slightly avoiding the two strong unreasonable sword intent between the layers of paper, and asked after a long time, "Whose sword is this?"

Zhou Zhi's eyes were also placed between the paper of the thick book at this time, he also squinted his eyes slightly, with two sharp rays in the depths of his pupils, he looked at it quietly for a long time, and then lowered his left hand slightly, closed the thick book, took it back again, and then said: "The sword below is the sword on the waist of the young man just now." And the sword above, many years ago, after I was fortunate enough to break through the realm, when I met a sword cultivator in the hills of Nanshan Mountain, I saw that the sword in his hand was sharp, with hidden charm, not like a mortal thing in the world, so I drew it on paper. Later, I learned that that worldly sword cultivator was a sword saint, and the Nanshan Hills were his dojo. ”

Boss Sun's eyes were shocked and a little incredulous.

Zhou Ji was silent for a moment and continued: "So when I first saw that young man's sword, I felt extremely familiar. There may be exactly the same sword in the world, but there will never be exactly the same sword intent. The sword intent contained in the young man's short sword was well hidden, but the sword intent was at the head, and the unruly sword momentum, as if it could cut the entire heaven and earth, could not be hidden. A sword like that, once you look at it, you may never forget it for the rest of your life, whether it is big or small, whether it is held in your hand or tied around your waist, or drawn on paper. ”

Boss Sun shook his head and said, "But you also said that the saint is in the temple at this moment, so that young man can't be the descendant of the sword saint." ”

"That's where my confusion lies. ”

Zhou Zhi's eyes were calm, but his voice gradually deepened: "That sword is undoubtedly the Sword Saint's, if that young man is not the descendant of the Sword Saint, that sword must be given to him by the Sword Saint." But looking at the whole world, who has the qualifications to let the Sword Saint give away his sword intent? I'm afraid that several of our human gods don't have this face?"

Boss Sun asked tentatively, "Maybe it was stolen?"

Hearing this, the long pen in Zhou Zhi's right hand trembled slightly, and he almost scratched Boss Sun's face.

What are you kidding, who can steal the sword of the Juggernaut, and who dares to steal it?

Zhou Ji calmed down a little, put Boss Sun's ridiculous words behind him, and felt that there was nothing to say to this guy.

So he slightly tidied up the somewhat messy cyan robe on his body that was blown by the wind, straightened the tall black hat on his head slightly, and then ignored Boss Sun, and turned around and walked directly to the temple by Jiangxin Lake.

Boss Sun, who was left with a panicked look, secretly panicked in the inn.

No one would have thought that Zhou Exception really misunderstood Boss Sun this time, although the sword was not stolen, it was more ridiculous than the stolen one.

Because the sword was to come, or rather, to be snatched.

Somewhere away at the pinnacle of the world, there was a white-haired old man standing in front of the temple with a ring ruler in his hand, his pupils flashing with dazzling black and white light, as if he had heard the conversation between Zhou and Boss Sun in front of the inn, the white-haired old man suddenly laughed in the wind, and then said to himself: "The sword of the Nanshan hills, what's the big deal, if I want it, he has to send it over obediently." ”

No one heard that.

Naturally, no one responded.

Only a little donkey lay quietly at the old man's feet, squinting and dozing, as if the whole world had nothing to do with it.

And on the shore of Jiangxin Lake, which should have been isolated from the world, the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard ushered in the most lively event in thousands of years, and this event was related to the whole world.

There are thousands of monks in the world, and all of them gathered by the river through this Xuanwu list selection, and naturally they easily found the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard hidden among the islands in the middle of the river.

Countless teachers brought students from their respective academies out to greet the monks of various sects, and brought them into the guest rooms to the north of the temple one after another.

The selection of the Xuanwu List will start in just two days, and these two days are the time for everyone to rest and recuperate.

At the time of the battle, all the sects and candidates participating in the war came to power on their own, and the defeated automatically withdrew, and the victor could enter the next round, and the battle between life and death was all based on strength or destiny.

Zhuo Xingchen, the white-clothed boy from the Beast Control Zhai, and Bai Yexing, the genius boy from the library, were standing on the top of the highest floor of the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard at that time, and they stared at the human monks who were pouring in for a long time, and the mockery in their eyes was clearly visible.

When the wind blew, Zhuo Xingchen had a strong killing intent in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Tens of millions of people are coming, how many people can fight?"

"A group of native chickens and dogs, vulnerable. ”

Bai Yexing withdrew his gaze from the crowd, suddenly looked in the direction of the library building, and said in an indifferent tone that did not belong to this age at all: "My target is the library building, that little Taoist priest and little monk, peeking at so many genealogical classics, I can't let them go so easily." ”

Zhuo Xingchen said in a deep voice: "Although the descendants of the Dao Saint and the Buddha Saint are gentle and rarely fight, but after all, after the saints, no matter how low-key they are, they are still from the pinnacle of the world, and their qualifications and talents must not be inferior to us, don't take it lightly." ”

Bai Yexing kept his eyes cold and didn't speak.

"The Sword Saint and the Demon Saint are famous for their love of fighting, and their descendants are naturally also deeply inherited. I have observed the sneering and smiling for many days in the Beast Control Zhai, and with his strength, if I really fight hard, I may not be able to win. ”

With a sense of battle intent in his eyes, Zhuo Xingchen continued: "The strength of that Baili Broken River is not under the sneer, in my opinion, these two will be our biggest obstacle in the battle for the Xuanwu List in two days. ”

Bai Yexing was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "There is a student named Ah Diao under Zhou Jiaoxi, there was a battle in front of the temple that day, and Ah Diao, who used the sword, defeated the Baili Broken River with a sword. ”

After a while, he added: "I heard that Zhou Jiaoxi has a lot of confidence in this student. ”

Zhuo Xingchen frowned and said, "What's the origin of that Ah Diao?"

Bai Yexing shook his head and said, "I don't know, the various sects in the world have not heard of his reputation, nor have they heard of any famous young swordsman on the mainland. The biggest credibility now is that he is the heir of the Gao Guan of the Tang Kingdom. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Xingchen did not answer again.

A young swordsman who has never fought is not qualified to be taken by him for the time being.

Even the sword saint heir Baili Duanjiang, who was separated by a sword, was not regarded as a real opponent by him.

Perhaps only the sneering smile of a tireless ancient demon god who had been fighting in the beast control for many days was his mortal enemy.

Bai Yexing didn't say anything more, his mind was full of Jiang He and Jiu'er's faces, and his eyes were cold and warlike, with a strong forbearance and coldness.

The wind blew, and the two strongest of the two young generations of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy began to fall silent at the top of the High Pavilion, not knowing what they were thinking.

At this time, the lone young man from a foreign land in the Tang Kingdom finally came to the blue-brown gate of the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard with a body full of wind and dust.

He came from the Tang Kingdom across the river and waded through the water, turned a hundred times in the world, experienced life and death, and finally came to the end of the journey.

He thought about a lot of the feelings that might arise after arriving at the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard.

Excitement, contentment, joy, even an extreme kind of happiness.

But when he really stood here, standing silently in front of the academy, looking at those endless streams of human monks, there was only peace left in his heart.

He just came to the seminary to study.

That's all.

There is no need for excessive emotion.

With this in mind, Tang Qing straightened out the robe on his body, clenched the short sword on his waist, his eyes were calm, his mind was indifferent, he stepped on the beam of sunlight falling in the sky, stepped up, and walked into the blue-brown gate of the temple.

At the same time, at the moment when Tang Qing walked through the door, in front of the small temple on the distant mountain, a gentle girl in a white dress stood quietly on the mountain path for a long time, and then knelt down gently in front of the white-haired old man with a ring ruler in his hand, kowtowing in the mountain wind, solemnly.

The girl had already burst into tears, with attachment and reluctance in her eyes.

But finally at the juncture when the wind gradually faded, he hid all his mood and sorrow, and said goodbye to this mountain where he had lived for 16 years.

When the sun goes down.

In front of the small temple.

The girl rode down the mountain on a donkey.

Go find the parting boy.

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