The next day, Beiliang Mountain, small courtyard.

Wang Qing held the wine jar, patted open the sealing mud, the red flame poured, the wine was bright red like blood, gurgling out, and after a while, it became a faint smoke and dissipated.

Li Yang, Wei Shan, Han Hongrui, Jiang Shangzhen, Zhao Feiyan, Huang Shuo, and others were all present, their expressions gloomy and silent; Yuan Qing stood aside from afar, describing Xiao Suo, his eyes glazed and suddenly lost.

A jar of wine was quickly emptied, Wang Qing raised his head and drank the last sip, and smashed the jar to pieces with a "snap".

Send a pot of wine to comfort the soul of the world.

After standing for a long time, Wang Qingchang took a breath, turned around and swept around, seeing Yuan Qing's single figure, he was a little surprised in his heart, and walked to the young man's side and asked in a low voice: "Brother, why don't you see Senior Sister Ling'er?"

"Ling'er is gone. Yuan Qing replied in a low voice, his tone was as flat as water, but anyone could hear the grief of parting from him.

When everyone heard this, their faces turned different, and Wei Shan ran to Yuan Qing in two steps, and asked loudly: "Senior brother, what do you mean 'Ling'er is gone'? Didn't Senior Sister say that it would take five years to leave? Didn't the old Dao Gu also agree?"

Yuan Qing turned a deaf ear to it, staring at the sky in a daze, his eyes were filled with fog, as if he was isolated from the world.

Wei Shan still wanted to ask, but saw Wang Qing patting the young man on the shoulder, sighed lightly, and suddenly understood. When the words came to his lips and were swallowed alive, tears appeared in his eyes.

Han Hongrui saw the young man's decadent appearance, and there was a throbbing pain in her heart for no reason, and her eyes turned red unconsciously.

"Senior brother, do you know why Senior Sister Ling'er left?" Jiang Shang really had a concern, hesitated, and still asked.

When Yuan Qing heard this, his ears seemed to sound the emotional and decisive words of the girl under the moonlit night, and his heart was suddenly like a knife, and after half a ring, he replied faintly: "Cut the dust, return the cause and effect, and go to find the way." ”

Huang Shuo frowned when he heard this, and muttered: "When you are about to fight, you leave without permission, which is inevitably suspected of betrayal......

Before he finished speaking, he felt that the sword was hanging on the top, and the sharp sword intent mixed with the killing intent of Sen Sen penetrated through the brain palace, and he couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, and his whole body of exercises was not automatic, and in an instant, the lightning flashed, and the thunder snake danced wildly.

I saw Yuan Qing holding a long sword, his expression was cold, the aura around his body soared, and his sword intent was rushing into the sky, and he was coming step by step.

Seeing this, Zhao Feiyan hurriedly shouted: "Yuan Qing, what are you going to do!"

Wang Qing, Li Yang, and Han Hongrui were also taken aback, and stopped in front of Yuan Qing a few feet side by side, with a flash of inspiration, and they had already sacrificed their talismans, and Wang Qing said loudly: "Senior brother, calm down!"

Wei Shan saw that Yuan Qing was different, and before he thought about it, he reached forward and tried to stop him, but before he could even touch the corner of his clothes, he was slashed by a sword light.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, and before the sword light could reach her body, she offered an emerald green light curtain to block it. Rao is like this, the little girl is still frightened, the corners of her mouth are bloody, and she has suffered a lot of injuries.

Jiang Shangzhen quietly stood in front of Huang Shuo, waved his hand to cover the layers of protection, and then pinched the mantra. Before long, I only heard a broken drink, like a bronze bell Da Lu, mighty and powerful, hitting people's hearts.

Yuan Qing's footsteps immediately stopped, gradually revealing a clear color, and then his face alternated blue and red, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The aura dissipated, the flying sword entered his sleeve, the young man's body shook, and after taking a deep breath, he finally stood upright, looked around with his fists clenched, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I'm sorry. ”

Only then did everyone collect the magic weapon and gathered around one after another, with a concerned expression, while Zhao Feiyan and Huang Shuo were still standing in the distance.

At this moment, I heard a thick male voice coming from everyone: "Disciple Xuanyuan listens to the order and immediately goes to the council hall." ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, looked at each other, and without saying much, they immediately released the magic weapon and flew towards the council hall.

In the council hall, there was a crowd of people and discussions, except for a few teams that did not return, the rest were all present.

After a stick of incense, Mei Xinyi appeared in the hall, the voice of whispering stopped, and the atmosphere was also solemn.

I saw that he walked in front of the person, and several spiritual lights popped out of his fingers, and the void ended, with several big characters such as "refining weapon", "carved array", and "forbidden" written on it, and below it were the names of many monks and the corresponding peak names.

"The eight factions are collegiated, and they want to fight a decisive battle with the demon clan in Beiliang, so they will temporarily abandon the difference between the portals, and the real people of the Jingtian Sect will make unified arrangements, learn from their strengths, work together, and conspire together! Each disciple immediately went to the corresponding peak and took orders, and must not be neglected, and those who violate the sect will be punished as treacherous!" Mei Xinyi looked awe-inspiring and said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, some monks gave up their hands and retreated, and then the crowd surged, and in a blink of an eye, most of them had gone.

Yuan Qing looked at the list, Wang Qing, Li Yang, and Han Hongrui were assigned to refining weapons, Jiang Shangzhen, Huang Shuo, and Zhao Feiyan were assigned to establish a ban, and even Wei Shan was sent to carve the formation, but Yuan Qing and Zhu Ling'er were assigned without anything, and their names never even appeared.

It didn't take long for the hall to be empty, and only Yuanqing was left.

Mei Xinyi glanced at him, waved his hand to remove the light curtain, and without saying a word, he raised his feet and wanted to leave.

The young man was puzzled, and couldn't help but bow down and ask, "Dare to ask Senior Brother, why didn't you make a name?"

Mei Xinyi didn't seem to hear it, her footsteps didn't stop, and she walked out of the hall in a few flashes.

Yuan Qing straightened up, his doubts were even heavier, and he was about to leave, but a voice came into his ears: "Senior brother, don't worry, there are arrangements in the door." In addition, the head of the sect knew that Zhu Ling'er had left the sect without authorization, but it was related to the Qingye Immortals, so he would not be held accountable, and the junior brother could rest assured. ”

The boy stood still for a moment, sighed softly, bowed to the temple door, and then left the main hall, and Edgeworth returned to his room.

In the next ten days, Beiliang Mountain was restarted like a furnace, roaring bursts, all kinds of spiritual light echoed each other, and the monks of Jiedan Zhuji were shuttling between the peaks in groups, and from time to time you could also see the Yuanying real people entering and exiting the big array, and it was a busy scene.

But none of this has anything to do with Yuan Qing.

Since the boy returned to the small courtyard, he has never left the door, just sitting on the couch, thoughtless, sleepless, like a stone carving. The sword embryo in the body is silent, the sword shadow of the sea is dim, the spiritual platform is covered with dust, and the sword heart is no longer bright.

During this period, Han Hongrui and Wei Shan each came to visit once, shouting several times like a stone sinking into the sea, waiting for a long time and still not responding, so they had no choice but to leave.

After a few more days, a firelight fell in the courtyard, revealing a dark-skinned rough man, who was Wang Qing.

As soon as he landed, Wang Qing shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Brother, you are still in the house! Finally, I have half a day of free time, and I have made a few jars of good wine, so why don't you come out quickly and have a drink with me!"

After waiting for a long time, seeing that no one answered, Wang Qing pondered for a moment, and then strode towards Yuan Qing's room, pushed open the door, and opened his mouth to scold. It's just that the words come to his lips, but he can't say anything, just because the young man in front of him has a face like stagnant water, his divine light is gray, and his body is full of heavy twilight.

"Alas," Wang Qing sat down beside Yuan Qing and sighed: "The love between men and women, I don't understand the old Wang, but Senior Sister Ling'er is seeking the avenue, could it be that you are going to sink like this, brother?

After saying this, seeing that the young man was still indifferent, Wang Qing was sad and angry, sighed heavily and got up and left.

Walking to the door, his footsteps paused, and he said without looking back: "I heard that Senior Brother Qiu has recovered from his injuries recently, and he is planning to come to you, ...... Alas!"

After saying that, the firelight rushed to the sky.

The courtyard returned to calm, and the boy remained motionless like a clay statue.

After a long time, there was a murmuring sound, as thin as a mosquito's groan, and it was not really audible; gradually, the sound became louder, like ordinary people's whispers, but it was repeated to chant the word "sword heart".

After another moment, there was a sudden scream, and then the sword qi burst out, and then I saw a bright silver sword light rising from the ground and breaking through the air.

Looking at the small courtyard again, the bed is broken, the door is broken and the chair is broken, and it is a mess, and there is no longer a young man.

Heavenly Sword Peak.

Qiu Long was carefully contemplating the power of the true dragon in the cave mansion, and suddenly the fire flew in, but someone said: "Senior Brother Qiu, Xuanyuan disciple Yuan Qing has come to visit and asked to see him." ”

The firelight dissipated, and Qiu Long snapped out a transmission note with his fingers, then got up and went to the main hall, where he sat quietly.

It didn't take long for him to hear a message from outside the door: "Senior Brother Qiu, Yuan Qing is presumptuous, come to pay a visit, and I hope to see you." ”

Qiu Long waved his hand to let go of the ban, and said, "Senior brother is polite, please come in." ”

Seeing Yuan Qing in person, he couldn't help but be surprised, but he said quietly: "Senior brother, please take a seat." ”

Yuan Qing walked up and sat down, and he didn't greet politely, and asked straight to the point: "Senior brother should also see the abnormality in my body at this time, Yuan Qing is here, not for anything else, I just want to ask senior brother, what is this sword cultivated?"

Qiu Long looked at Yuan Qing and asked instead of answering, "How did the junior brother step into the realm of sword heart and enlightenment in the first place?"

Yuan Qing blurted out without thinking: "Know the gains and losses, distinguish between good and evil, obey your heart, understand your thoughts, and become a sword heart." ”

Qiu Long nodded and continued to ask, "Why did the junior brother enter the Dao, and why did he cultivate the sword?"

"It is not the intention to enter the Tao, at that time, many efforts were made, and the body could not help himself; when he was a child, he loved the sword, and by chance he got a sword scripture, so the sword cultivation can be regarded as the heart. However, the practice deepened, and gradually there was a sense of shackles, so he gave birth to the idea of cutting off the shackles and swordsmanship. ”

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness flashed in Yuan Qing's eyes, and he paused and continued: "Shi Jiaren is on the side, and she also wanted to hold the hand of her son and fight with a sword, but the beauty is unwilling. Although the fairy sword is always there now, I don't know how to pick it up. ”

Qiu Long looked at Yuan Qing's sad appearance and chuckled.

"Why is Senior Brother laughing?" asked Yuan Qing in confusion.

Qiu Long put away his smile, showed a look of remembrance, and said slowly: "Yu's parents died when he was a child, and he lived on the streets, stealing for a living, and suffered from the eyes of the world. ”

"I missed once and almost died, but fortunately I was rescued by my master, took me back to the mountain, and taught me the Tao. Later, I learned that I was actually a hybrid of human dragons, and my half-demon body was born of a demon dragon who bullied my mother, and my mother also lost her life. ”

Since then, Yu has made a great vow to slay the demon dragon with a sword to avenge his blood. Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, he got the news of the death of the demon dragon, and his Dao heart collapsed for a while, and he didn't know where to go. After ten years of hesitation, he did not advance but retreated, and left the mountain in frustration, threw himself into the red dust, and worked for another ten years. ”

"From time to time, there is an old man, full of economy, learning through the ancient and modern, disciples and protégés are either important ministers of the court, the humerus of the country, or for the great Confucian, peach and plum garden. However, the old man reads books and looks at the face of the downtown street every day, cloth clothes and shoes, and shoddy wine and tea. ”

One day, Yu Xinqi finally stepped forward to talk, turning his experience into a strange narrative and the old man. After listening to this, the old man got up and got up after leaving a few sketches with a few brushes. On the painting, I saw the dragon holding the sword, trapped in the shallows, surrounded by groups of shrimp and crabs, fish and snakes, not far away is the ocean of Daze. ”

"After 20 years of hardship, once I had an epiphany, I realized that I was swimming in the dragon body, what is the fish and shrimp binding!"

Speaking of this, the momentum of the dragon suddenly flourished, like a hidden dragon ascending into the abyss, looking at the world.

Yuan Qing had already fallen into deep thought, his brows were furrowed, and the scenes of the past flashed in his mind like a horse's eye, and finally fixed into two pictures: the young man in white clothes is victorious in snow, the sword is green, and the girl's dress is fluttering, and Yan Yan is smiling.

Listening to Qiu Long's words at this moment, the two pictures blended and blurred, entangled, the spirit on his body was extinguished, and his expression became more and more painful.

Suddenly opened his eyes, his blood was red, and the young man asked in a hoarse voice: "Dare to ask Senior Brother, do you have to break the dust and cut off your desires when you cultivate the Dao and refine the sword, and you are too ruthless?"

Seeing this, Qiu Long broke off his drink, like a dragon roaring in the wilderness, and like a sword roaring: "Why do you need to cut the love thread, the sword heart is self-clear! The junior brother still doesn't understand!"

As soon as the words came out, it fell in Yuan Qing's ears like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the two pictures were suddenly united, but it was a blue sky and a white sun, flowers blooming into a sea, the young man held the sword with his emptiness, and the green mountains in the distance were like eyebrows, and the clouds were like eyes, piecing together a vague and familiar face.

With all his inspiration, Yuan Qing stood up, gave a deep salute, and said respectfully: "Yuan Qing thank Senior Brother for his kindness!" After speaking, he strode out of the cave with his head held high, reproducing a bit of the old style.

As soon as the young man walked on his front foot, he saw an old man blurring out on his back foot, wearing a gray robe and a childish face.

Qiu Long immediately stood up and saluted.

Qu Yi flicked his sleeves lightly, and then asked, "How?"

"The heart of the Dao is just established, the sword heart is not clear, and the love is riddled with calamity, and it still needs to be experienced. Qiu Long thought for a moment and replied respectfully.

"Hmph, a love calamity almost made my Dao heart collapse, and I didn't have a chance!" Qu Yi snorted coldly, and then changed his words and said to Qiu Long: "I have made a contract with Xuanyuan, and when the decisive battle comes, this son will be deployed by Shangqing, you don't need to keep your hands, just keep it from dying." ”

As soon as the words fell, the phantom disappeared with a "bang".

Qiu Long said yes, and then sighed with a wry smile: "Senior brother, don't blame senior brother for being ruthless......

Somewhere outside the mountain.

A ray of blood and light was like a swift wind and thunder, and in the next few miles, three or four golden rays of light were like maggots on tarsal bones, chasing after them relentlessly. The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, it was dozens of miles.

In the blood light, the young man's clothes were broken, his posture was broken, his bewitching face was golden and red, and his apricot eyes were full of viciousness.