Yu Jingzhi has been back in the valley for a day or two, in addition to daily practice, he has been thinking about this trip to Cuiyun Mountain, since that victory over Mu Siyu, he thought that his cultivation was a thousand miles a day, although there is still a gap with the top masters of the same generation, but it is not far away, but he lost to a little-known Cuiyun disciple in one move, not to mention the four little real people who are high above, how did he know that Wei Lingyang's true talent and real learning are no longer under Li Muyun, and it is natural to lose. Thinking of the senior I met by chance in the back mountain, I unconsciously came to the ancestral hall of the patriarch, and saw Qingyun Jian lying quietly in front of the portrait of the ancestor of Xianfan.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the ancestral hall, before he got closer, he trembled slightly and jumped out of his mind, and finally suppressed the divine sword, Yu Jingzhi approached the Qingyun Sword, screened away the distracting thoughts, and silently sensed.

I don't know how long it took, Qingyun Sword let out bursts of sorrow, as if telling the unwillingness of the heart, a sword that was extremely sharp and once moved the world, but ended up in dust, Yu Jingzhi couldn't bear it, Cang Langlang pulled out the sword, the sky flashed and thundered, after a burst of thunder, a green smoke fell from the sky, slowly gathered into a human shape, appeared on Yu Jingzhi's side, white clothes and dust, outstanding demeanor.

Yu Jingzhi saw that the people around him looked like portraits, as if they were the manifestation of the patriarch, shook his head, made sure that it was not a dream, and hurriedly knelt down and said, "Disciple Yu Jingzhi, meet the ancestor of Xianfan." ”

The person who came was Zuo Xianfan, it turned out that when he was about to sit down, he sealed a wisp of divine consciousness in the Qingyun Sword, only hoping that the future generations would have a disciple who was destined to pull out the sword, and they would meet each other, seeing Yu Jingzhi's appearance, they couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "Hurry up, don't be polite, it is Zuo Xianfan, in a hundred years, you are the first person who dares to pull out the sword, because of this, you and I can see, I still have three incense sticks, don't waste time, if you have any questions, open your mouth as soon as possible, and you will know everything and say everything." ”

Yu Jingzhi had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and explained the reason, Zuo Xianfan listened quietly: "It turned out that there was a master to guide me, I didn't think that it would be a hundred years, my old friend is still in the world, it seems that you and I are destined to have this opportunity, if what I see is good, the handle behind you is bent on going your own way." Yu Jingzhi nodded again and again: "What the patriarch said is extremely true, the disciple was lucky to win the favor of the divine sword, and he was bent on going his own way." ”

Zuo Xianfan smiled slightly, and then asked, "Have you ever looked through the manuscript I left?"

After Yu Jingzhi learned this that day, he thought about its deep meaning every day, and guessed most of it from the senior in Cuiyun Mountain, and replied: "The disciple thinks that all things in the world are immortal for love and immortality, but people are not plants and trees, how can they be ruthless, give up affection, and conform to the way of heaven, which is contrary to human reason, so the avenue is not immortal." ”

Zuo Xianfan heard this, and his face showed approval, "Very good, very good, what you said is in harmony, it seems that there are successors to my Sword God Valley's century-old foundation, remember that no matter what, don't be that unrelated and ruthless person, if people are ruthless, they can't practice swords." ”

"Disciple dare not forget!"

"The time has come, I'm leaving, I can meet you today, it's not in vain that I worked hard back then, if I met you a hundred years ago, Zuo Mou will definitely drink and talk, boy, don't let me down." After speaking, without waiting for Yu Jingzhi to answer, he disappeared.

But said that Zeng Yi was napping in Jianxin Mountain, heard a strange sound in the sky, heard the news and rushed to the ancestral hall, only to see Yu Jingzhi standing in front of the portrait of the ancestor, the Qingyun sword in front of him was pulled out of the sheath, and shouted: "Zhuzian dares to be disrespectful to the ancestor!" Yu Jingzhi looked back when he heard the words, and didn't know how to explain, so he had to keep silent, and then he was punished by the master and thought about the cliff for seven days.

Liu Guanglei summoned several senior brothers and sisters to make the decision of the heads of the four major sects public, and it was decided that this time the Sword God Valley would only send four disciples of the valley master to Cuiyun Mountain to compete, and the other disciples would stay on the mountain.

On the last night of thinking about the wall, Yu Jingzhi didn't sleep well, and dreamed of many people intermittently, with the voice and smile of the merchant bottle, the smug face of Lin Miaoer, and even dreamed that his father and mother were still alive, his father was not a disciple of the Sword God Valley, and his mother was not a member of the Demon Sect, and the family of three was happy, and suddenly woke up from the dream, Yu Jingzhi burst into tears.

It is said in the book that if you dream of someone who is leaving, it means that you are forgetting yourself.