"Senior Brother Shi, you should also know the situation of the Iron Sword Gate now, after the Great War that year, Yi Jianchu and Mo Changfeng and others forged the seal and letter of the sect master, and took over the Iron Sword Gate with half threats, and the disciples in the door did not know the inside story, so they had to obey orders, and later the newly recruited disciples all changed to learn the Xuanyin Gong Technique, which was called the Xuanqing Immortal Scroll, because it was easy to get started and entered the country quickly, even the disciples who originally practiced the Xuyun Jue also changed their courts, and now the real disciples of the Iron Sword Gate are only afraid of you and me, and maybe your apprentice Su Mai, even the Jiang Sect Master's orphan daughter is not practicing the exercises of the Iron Sword Gate。 ”

"Hey, I can't blame her, when the war was over, she was still in infancy, how could she know", sighed dryly.

"It's not that the younger brother has other plans, it's just for the sake of today, if you want to revive the Iron Sword Gate, you can only rely on that secret array. ”

"It's been fifty years, and the old man has been able to survive to this day, and it is also because of this secret method that the King Kong League left me with a crippled body, just to learn a thing or two from me, but I don't know, the old man also knows nothing. ”

"Senior brother was first sealed by Yi Jianchu with the method of locking the veins of the Vajra League, forming ordinary people, and in recent years, his qi and blood have gradually declined, which is not as good as usual. ”

"Hmph", the dry heart snorted coldly.

"For fifty years, the senior brother has lived alone in a corner and has never had a successor, but three years ago, he suddenly accepted a disciple, is there no plan?"

Guo Ziyang asked.

"I knew that Yi Jianchu invited me to participate in the apprenticeship ceremony, but the old man was just moved by compassion at that time, and it was useless for me to accept an apprentice. ”

Dry heart smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid that the senior brother will accept apprentices, not just preach and teach."

"People are old, and they want to find someone to relieve their boredom, this ancestral hall is too quiet. ”

"You and I have the same path, and I ask my senior brother to fulfill it, this secret will fall into the hands of Su Mai, I am afraid that for him, it will be a curse rather than a blessing."

"Senior Brother Guo, it's not that my brother refuses to tell me, but I have nothing to say, speaking of which, I have been able to live safely over the years, which is only afraid of your circumstance, whether what you say today is true or not, this old man is beyond retribution, Senior Brother Yan was seriously injured back then, and I did take care of him, but he was unconscious after he was injured, so he lay down for seven days in a row, and then did not wake up, so he disappeared mysteriously, until now I have always thought that it was the people of the King Kong League who robbed him. ”

"At first, I was so skeptical, but over the years, I have more or less known about the affairs of the King Kong League, judging from Yi Jianchu's attitude, Senior Brother Yan should not be in their hands, otherwise he would not have taken great pains to deal with you, Senior Brother."

Guo Ziyang looked at the dry-hearted Taoist with a little affirmation.

"Senior Brother Yan is a genius in the sky, and his cultivation is the best in the same sect, if it wasn't for the elite deliberate sneak attack of the Vajra League, how could the senior brother be seriously injured, but if it wasn't for the Vajra League, I can't think of anyone else who would come to save him, besides, after so many years, if the senior brother is still alive, it is impossible to ignore the sect and let the demons run rampant, harming the thousand-year-old reputation of my Iron Sword Gate. ”

Ku Xin said angrily, in his heart he preferred to believe that Yan Weigui was imprisoned by the King Kong League, at least he was still alive.

As long as he is still here, the Iron Sword Gate will not fall.

For this former great disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, the Dry Heart Daoist admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Fifty years have passed, but there is still a glimmer of hope, even if it seems so slim now.

"Senior Brother Yan's immortal trail is undecided, now in the Iron Sword Gate, the only one who may know this secret is Senior Brother Shi, this is also the reason why the King Kong League has always been courteous to you for so many years, even if Senior Brother really doesn't know what happened, can you think back, maybe what clues Senior Brother Yan left back then is unknown. ”

"Impossible, the senior brother has been in a coma back then, and his eyes have never been opened, and as soon as it was dawn, I went to visit the senior brother, who knew that the house was empty, and the senior brother disappeared inexplicably, and he didn't even leave a note, let alone any clues. ”

Speaking of this, the dry heart is also at a loss, as if what happened at that time was too sudden, and it still feels strange.

............

In this way, the two tried to recall the old things.

Guo Ziyang reminded the dry-hearted Taoist that no details should be omitted.

And at this moment, the dry heart really seems to know nothing, no matter how Guo Ziyang moves with affection and reason, the final result is the same.

In the middle of the question and answer, two hours passed.

Guo Ziyang still found nothing, and the dry-hearted Taoist was also innocent.

This secret method of the Nine Palace Array, which is related to the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Iron Sword Gate and even the fate of the righteous path in the world, seems to have disappeared into the smoke and dust of history fifty years ago with the mysterious disappearance of Yan Weigui.

And Shi Jingxiu back then, who also carried this empty secret, survived in the world, and became today's dry heart leader.

It's just that the dead wood can meet in spring, and the heart is dry, is there any hope?

In a mixture of disappointment and sighs, Guo Ziyang said goodbye and left.

After leaving the small courtyard, I wandered around the ancestral hall for a while, and found that in addition to the bamboo forest and the cliffs on all sides, there was only the bush on the right side and the strange lone pine, and there was no way out.

It seems that Sumai really disappeared out of thin air.

Shaking his head, he turned away.

After Guo Ziyang left, dry heart then stepped out of the inner hall.

As usual, he skillfully took a stick of incense, slowly lit it with the lamp in front of the incense table, and inserted it into the incense burner.

The whole process was slow and natural, as slow as the years of fifty years, the only difference was that this time he knelt down.

Looking at the covered tablet, his dry eyes were a little confused, and he said softly:

"Senior brother, I also have no choice, Senior Brother Guo is in the devil's way, even if he has not defected, I am afraid that it is difficult to sing alone, but it is a pity, it is a pity that ......",

muttered to himself for a moment, then raised his head again, and said: "Senior brother, what do you mean by what you showed that day, for fifty years, I have lived here alone, devoted myself to studying, but after all, I have found nothing, please forgive the little brother for being stupid, I am afraid that I will lose to the senior brother." ”

As he spoke, his dry heart suddenly burst into tears, and he knelt in front of the ancestral hall and cried loudly.

This decrepit and withered old man sent away the apprentice who had been with him for three years, and rejected the fellow disciples who were friends or enemies, and just like that, a person, facing the ancestors of the Iron Sword Gate, finally couldn't suppress his emotions.

Maybe it's because of these fifty years of isolated life, or because of that inexplicable gesture, or because of the sadness that I have gained nothing for so many years.

Tears flowed, but the voice gradually weakened, and finally it was inaudible.

The dry-hearted Taoist crouched in front of the incense case, motionless, but his thoughts returned to that miserable morning fifty years ago.

That night, the sword light flickered, and the sword aura was horizontal.

A massacre of uneven strength caused the Iron Sword Gate to be lost almost overnight.

On the one hand, he came prepared and exhausted, and on the other hand, he was caught off guard and rushed to the battle;

On the one hand, there is a hidden evil leader, but on the other hand, it is a declining Taoist sect that has been famous for thousands of years.

In contrast, the fate of the Iron Sword Gate can be imagined.

At that time, Shi Jingxiu could also be regarded as the best among the young disciples, and he followed Yan Weigui to travel to Shenzhou, and he also became famous.

That night, when the Demon Dao invaded, he was also enthusiastic and fought bravely to kill the enemy, but the opponent was too strong, and he lost an arm.

Fortunately, he was a small person in the Iron Sword Gate and was not noticed, but he also escaped and picked up a life.

However, the daimyo Yan Wei and the elders were not so lucky, and none of them were spared in the siege like a wheel war.

Yan Weigui was seriously wounded, the enemy retreated, and there was still a trace of sobriety, but there was a big chaos at that time, and no one cared about it.

Shi Jingxiu found him in a panic and carried him out with the pain of a broken arm.

Shi Jingxiu clearly remembered that Yan Weigui was extremely weak at that time and could no longer speak.

When he was about to faint, after hastily marking the word "ancestor" on his back, he fell unconscious and never woke up until he disappeared.

During this period, Shi Jingxiu also tried his best to find a lot of secret elixirs from the Iron Sword Gate, but his internal injuries were too serious, and he never improved, but he just talked about continuing his life.

Since Yan Weigui disappeared, Yi Jianchu took over the Iron Sword Gate, and came to Shi Jingxiu every once in a while to ask about the secret of the Nine Palace Array.

And Shi Jingxiu was also confused at first, and later remembered the word "ancestor" left by Yan Guiyun at that time.

I don't know what it means.,I didn't care.,But it vaguely seems to have something to do with this secret.。

So under the pretext of guarding the ancestral tablet, he moved to this remote ancestral hall alone, hoping to find something.

For decades, I searched every corner of the valley where the Patriarch Hall was located, but found nothing, but accidentally discovered the cave where Su Mai had fled.

I also went down to explore it at the beginning, but found that it was just an ordinary tunnel, and I didn't pay attention to it, so I focused on the ancestral hall.

Several years have passed, and the Vajra Alliance still hasn't gotten any secrets about the Nine Palace Array from him, and in a fit of rage, they locked the Shi Jing cultivation meridians, making their supernatural powers useless.

Shi Jingxiu was hit hard by this, and his heart was like ashes, so he changed his name to the dry heart Taoist and stayed in this ancestral hall, continuing to look for clues, hoping to find something.

It's a pity that the years are fleeting, decades of spring flowers and autumn fruits, and the streamer is easy to make people throw!

The bamboo in front of the patriarch's hall is green and yellow, and there are countless times when the flowers have bloomed and thanked.

In this boundless loneliness, the dry heart grows old like this.

Due to the abolition of supernatural powers, the body is declining day by day, and in recent years, he has become even more powerless, and the plausible clues cannot be broken.

How many times did he even wonder if what Yan Weigui hastily wrote down at the beginning was really the clue of the Nine Palaces Secret Array, maybe it was just for him to remember the teachings of the ancestor and protect the Iron Sword Gate?

But after thinking about it countless times, Ku Xin still preferred to believe in the former, after all, with Yan Weiwei's personality, it is impossible to make some irrelevant explanations under such a critical situation.

It's just that the word "ancestor" involves a lot, almost like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is really no trace to be found.

Even this most likely ancestral hall has found nothing, but I am afraid that other places will be looking for a needle in a haystack.

After a long time, the old man woke up from his contemplation.

Raised his head and looked at the layers of tablets in front of him, some of which were blurred due to the passage of time, but in the eyes of dry hearts, they were all living souls, watching everything he did.

Zheng Zheng kowtowed three times, his dry heart was calm, his body trembled slightly, and he said sadly:

"The ancestors of the Iron Sword Sect are above, and the disciples of the unscrupulous sect have made this decision today, it is really helpless, and if you are offended, I will make amends to you under the Nine Springs,"

Then his eyes turned to the covered tablet, and said: "Senior brother, please forgive the younger brother for being stupid and unable to penetrate the senior brother's show, but in any case, this matter cannot fall into the hands of the King Kong League, today Guo Ziyang's rhetoric is difficult to distinguish between true and false, but after today, I am afraid that it is also the time when my life is over, and it is not a pity to die, I only hope that my disciple can escape the catastrophe and recover my Iron Sword Sect in the future, so it can be regarded as worthy of my decades of suffering." ”

After speaking, I saw him stand up quietly.

Turning around, he took a few steps forward, glanced at the sky in the small courtyard, and then his eyes inadvertently swept to the room where Su Mai lived, with a somewhat complicated smile on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was relief, worry, or expectation.

After a pause, he turned around again and walked inside, disappearing into the dark back hall.

The next day, there was an uproar in the Iron Sword Gate.

The ancestral hall, which used to be quiet and quiet, was burned clean by fire overnight, and there was no tile.

The lonely, old and one-armed elder also disappeared into the remaining fireworks.

Guo Ziyang stood in front of a blackened wooden pillar, complicated in front of his gods.

Decades of past events came to mind, and suddenly he was a little disheartened.

This fire did not burn down an ancient and cold courtyard, but it was a self-supporting belief in his heart.

The ancestors have disappeared, how should we deal with ourselves in the years to come?

At this moment, he seemed to be a little confused, like a lonely boat in the vast sea, with a slim road ahead and no one to rely on.

The ancestral hall is gone, is the Iron Sword Gate really going to die?