Outside the thatched house, Meng Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, a little glad that this closed disciple was not another closed disciple, but a closed disciple in the true sense.

However, the treatment of this closed disciple is really bad, he doesn't even have a place to live, Meng Qiu can't afford to complain, and he has to build a nest by himself.

People are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, Qin Su is the first tyrant of the Ethereal Sword Sect, even the sect master and the major elders have to look at her color, and his little disciple can only protest a little in his heart.

A few days later, Meng Qiu built a hut of his own next to the thatched hut, and he was not idle at fifteen, touching the situation of Hidden Sword Peak to the top of ten.

The Tibetan Sword Peak lives up to its name, according to the fifteenth seen, there are many spiritual swords buried in the peak, and the perennial fog is also formed because of the residual sword qi.

The place where the sword qi is the strongest is the sword mound of the Tibetan Sword Peak, the sword qi soars to the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and permeating the entire mountaintop, causing the Tibetan Sword Peak to not see the sun all year round, and thus forming a sea of clouds that is one of the six wonders of the ethereal scene.

Life lies in movement, pleasure comes from death, the sword mound is such a magical place, Meng Qiu has no reason not to go, with a big black cauldron on his back and a spirit sword on his waist, he rushed to the sword mound with fifteen, ready to see it up close.

The sword mound is located in the center of the mountaintop, there is a huge stone tablet at the entrance, the word sword mound is written on it, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, it must be from the hands of the predecessors, the surrounding is full of rusty spirit swords, some of the rust is only left with the hilt, obviously the history has been very long.

As soon as Meng Qiu stepped into the sword mound, the aura of ancient vicissitudes rushed towards him, making people feel as if they were in the battlefield of ancient swords, bleak and cold, exuding a murderous aura everywhere.

"It's a pity that none of these swords work. Meng Qiu looked at the abandoned swords everywhere, shook his head and sighed.

"Let's go inside, maybe there's an unexpected discovery. Fifteen looked at the depths of the sword mound with burning eyes, quite expectantly.

"Hmm. ”

Meng Qiu continued to go deeper, and there was nothing else along the way except for the dense abandoned swords, but the sword qi was getting stronger and stronger, and from time to time it rolled up a storm, glowing with a faint blood red, mixed with a violent and murderous aura.

"Fifteen, do you hear the singing?"

Meng Qiu looked at the sword qi storm with a strange expression, and asked with a frown.

"What?" Fifteen pricked up his ears, but there was no sound except the whistling of sword qi.

Meng Qiu was even more confused, but the desolate singing voice in the storm was so clear that Fifteen couldn't hear it, could it be that he had auditory hallucinations?

Suddenly, the dense fog dissipated, and a vast land appeared in front of Meng Qiu, desolate and mysterious.

In the distance, a man and a sword slowly appeared in Meng Qiu's field of vision, the man was dressed in golden armor, his long hair was flying, and he was holding a fairy sword to face the murderous army alone.

The huge army dispersed, and slowly pushed out a woman dressed in white like snow, whose whole body was nailed to death by thirteen steel nails on the execution rack, although she was tortured and her face was haggard, it was still difficult to hide her peerless grace.

"Qingdi, Dongjun. ”

Meng Qiu muttered to himself, and involuntarily called out the names of the man and the woman, a pair of tragic and peerless couples.

The Great War broke out.

The Qingdi is unparalleled, the Qingdi is peerless, the sword is invincible, and he has killed thousands of enemies for love, but the cultivation of the sky has not saved the life of his beloved.

Dongjun passed away, and the Qing Emperor died for love, leaving only the fairy sword standing in the center of the battlefield, Meng Qiu couldn't help but be moved, and stepped forward to hold the lonely fairy sword in his hand.

The moment it was touched, a powerful sword intent instantly poured into Meng Qiu's body, sacred and bright, and the dazzling sword light rose to the sky, penetrating the void and dispelling the boundless darkness.

"Meng Qiu, wake up. ”

At the same time, Fifteen found that Meng Qiu was motionless, his eyes were red, and he was constantly absorbing blood-red sword qi, and fell into a state of madness.

"Damn. ”

Fifteen faced Meng Qiu with his hands up and down, scratching, grabbing, pecking and other eighteen martial arts into battle, but it was useless, and it could not wake up the latter.

"What should I do? If this continues, Meng Qiu will die. ”

Just when fifteen was in a hurry, a snow-white sword qi fell from the sky, the temperature of the place it passed dropped sharply, and the blood-red sword qi also froze, and Qin Su's imperial sword flew over, rolling up Meng Qiu and fifteen and flying towards the outside of the sword mound.

In the small nest, Meng Qiu woke up faintly, his worried eyes opened, and he saw Qin Su gently wiping the fairy sword, and the fifteenth who was not far away buried his head in his wings, lying on the ground motionless and pretending to be dead.

"Qin ...... Master. The corners of Meng Qiu's mouth twitched, and he barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Sword Shrine, is it fun?" Qin Su's tone was cold, still bowing his head and wiping the fairy sword.

"No...... Playful. Meng Qiu shook his head honestly, a little scared when he thought about it, and almost fell into a demon, but his heart was a little excited.

"You can die, but you have to remember one thing, from Taiping Town, your life belongs to me, and if you want to die, you must get my consent. ”

Qin Su got up, his eyes stabbed at Meng Qiu like a knife, and his red lips moved lightly: "Also, don't go to the Sword Shrine again, if you can cultivate the sword intent, you can go to the Sword Shrine again to sharpen." ”

"Sword intent?"

Meng Qiu's heart moved slightly, in the sword mound, he had personally experienced the invincible sword intent of the fairy sword, it turned out that the sword intent could be cultivated, and he couldn't help but look forward to it in his heart.

"Yes, now follow me down the mountain, and when I come back, I will teach you how to comprehend the sword intent. Qin Su said and walked outside.

"Howler. Meng Qiu was overjoyed, and a carp jumped up from the bed and followed with a fart.

"By the way, that fat bird, settle down, otherwise I wouldn't mind eating a roasted bird's wings. Qin Su suddenly stopped, looked back and licked his red lips, and his tone was quite cold.

"It's horrible. ”

Fifteen fat body trembled, rolled up waves of meat, and was ruthless in his heart, he must lose weight successfully and return to Zhou Yue's arms as soon as possible, at least it will not become a roast bird.

Under the Tibetan Sword Peak, Meng Qiu, under the leadership of Qin Su, met Zhao Yuanrang, the mountain lord of Tianxuan Mountain, but there were quite a lot of people traveling with him this time, in addition to Zhao Yuanrang's daughter Zhao Ruge, there were also five elders of Tianxuan Mountain.

It turned out that Zhao Ruge's dantian had been broken since he was a child, and this time he came to ask Meng Qiu to help the former heal his dantian.

Zhao Ruge is beautiful, quiet and elegant, her whole body is full of the fragrance of books, and she always has a faint smile on her face, which makes people can't help but want to be close to her.

"Elder Qin, this is according to your requirements on the jade slip, a lot. Zhao Yuanrang said, and handed a Sumeru space bag to Qin Su with some pain.

Qin Su's divine sense swept over, nodded, looked at Meng Qiu, and gave the latter a look to treat Zhao Ruge.

"Offended. ”

Meng Qiu comprehended, confessed, and slowly put his palm on Zhao Ruge's abdomen, although he was a doctor, he still maintained due etiquette when he came into contact with female patients.

After some examination, Meng Qiu's face was a little unpleasant, he thought that Zhao Ruge's dantian could be treated by himself, but the actual situation was a little troublesome.