The unforgettable gentle face in this life is close at hand, even if he knows that the person in front of him is his most respected teacher, not Zhao Yeqing, Li Nanshan still can't help but call out softly, "Qing'er".

Hearing this "Qing'er", Feng Qingge was stunned for a while, and she noticed that Li Nanshan's expression was not quite right, and she couldn't help asking: "Apprentice, the teacher is now very similar to your missing fiancée...... Zhao Yeqing?"

Li Nanshan was silent as if he was in a dream, Feng Qingge saw that he seemed to be stupid, ignored himself, and said cautiously: "Apprentice, the teacher just changed his appearance according to your appearance...... Do you want... What about another one?"

"Change..."Li Nanshan stared at Feng Qingge, his soul was not relieved, his voice suddenly stopped, and he said in a low voice: "Master, don't change it." ”

Feng Qingge's hand that had just been raised was immediately put back, she looked at Li Nanshan, who was a little evasive, and muttered, "Disciple, do you want to dye this white hair black?"

"Actually, I don't really want to dye black as a teacher, every time I look at this white hair, it seems to see my master, I have always had white hair since I was a child. ”

Feng Qingge was stunned, his heart was filled with melancholy thoughts, and he whispered: "The master who is a teacher is actually a very good person, by the way, apprentice, haven't I talked to you about her properly?"

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Feng Qingge talked about the distant past, Li Nanshan listened silently, he couldn't tell clearly, at this moment, what kind of mood he was feeling, he knew very well that the person in front of him was the master he respected very much, but he was reluctant, and watched this unforgettable gentle face disappear again.

Feng Qingge finished speaking slowly, that story that belonged to him, Li Nanshan's throat moved, and his voice was dry: "Master, since this white-haired person is so important to you, then it doesn't matter, there are quite a few white-haired monks in the cultivation realm... So be it...... Pretty good. ”

"Good. After Feng Qingge confided in her, she felt a lot more relaxed, but when she saw that Li Nanshan's expression was still not quite right, she couldn't help but care: "Apprentice, are you okay?"

Li Nanshan forcibly calmed down his complicated feelings, looked at the gentle and delicate face in front of him, his face was like a flat lake, but there were waves in his heart, and said, "Master, the disciple is fine. ”

Don't say that everything is empty, and when you don't turn your head, it's a dream, Li Nanshan has already turned looking for Zhao Yeqing into an obsession with cultivation, she is like an unattainable dream, although it may be broken when you touch it, but when you don't turn your head, all the beauty that has been there is in that soft place in the bottom of your heart.

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At this moment, in the outside world, in the void above the bronze ancient sword, there was a sudden fluctuation of mana, and after a few breaths, three figures stepped into the air, as if walking out of the void, and suddenly appeared.

A middle-aged man in the middle of the three of them, richly dressed, handsome face, a talent, exuding a noble aura all over his body, it is Wu Shan himself, this is his real Yuan Infant Dharma Body!

Wu Shan frowned, and asked the two black-clothed old men on the left and right: "Elder Qi, Elder Huang, my Dao Yuan Infant clone died here, take a look, what's wrong here?"

"Here it is...... Where is the Fenghua Sect!"

The black-clothed old man who was called "Qi Lao", his voice was hoarse, he glanced at the bronze ancient sword that covered the sky and the sun, closed his eyes and pinched the trick, and a wave of mana belonging to the divine monk suddenly enveloped all directions.

After a while, Qi Lao opened his eyes and muttered: "Young Master, all the traces here have been dealt with very cleanly, according to the news from the Blood Demon Sect and the Burning Heaven Sect, it is speculated that your Yuan Ying clone and those four monks were all killed with one blow!"

"The other party's cultivation is profound, and at the same time very clever, leaving no clues...... This is at least a god-stage power!"

"Hmph, I want to see which master made a move to kill the Yuan Ying clone of Wu who had been cultivating for many years!"

"All the hundred years of hard work I have paid to enter the gods are all destroyed in the hands of this person today!!"

Wu Shan's eyes were cold, and his expression swept around the empty and sweeping with a cold expression, and then he looked at the ancient bronze ancient sword with vicissitudes of life.

"Old Qi, Old Huang, Fenghua Sect has long existed in name only, this bronze ancient sword is absolutely extraordinary, why didn't you pull it out and take it away in the first place?"

Wu Shan said that he wanted to try it directly.

"Young master, don't do it!" Seeing this, Huang Lao's face changed, and he said hurriedly: "It is rumored that this bronze ancient sword is the sword used by the ancestor of Fenghua Sect ten thousand years ago!"

"When the ancestor of the Fenghua Sect flew to the immortal realm, for some reason, he threw this sword out. ”

"After this sword was taken off, it swept over thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally, it was plunged into this cliff!"

"Benmen asked the ancestor, he tried to pull out this sword back then, but he was repelled by an inexplicable force, and he almost died, and his injuries have not healed so far!"

"So, the young master must not try!"

When Wu Shan heard this, he calmed down his eager thoughts, and said coldly: "Hmph! More than 10,000 years have passed, and the ancestor of the Fenghua Sect who dominated the cultivation realm back then would never have thought that the sect he founded would eventually die at the hands of my Taishang Qingtian Sect!"

Yuan Ying's clone died inexplicably, a hundred years of hard work and bamboo basket to draw water, Wu Shan's anger was not gone, thinking of the tragic situation when the Fenghua Sect destroyed the sect, he was very relieved and said: "Haha! No matter how powerful you were back then, but what about now!"

"Fenghua Sect, after all, he knelt at the foot of this door!"

Hearing this, the second elder Qi Huang was a little excited, they participated in the battle of the Fenghua Sect to destroy the sect, and they also killed many monks who swore to protect the Fenghua Sect.

A powerful sect that has been inherited for more than 10,000 years, the two of them personally participated in it and witnessed its demise, which can be regarded as the most important and bragging rights in their long cultivation career of thousands of years.

Just as the three of them were speaking disrespectfully and sighing with emotion, the bronze ancient sword inserted in the cliff seemed to hear their disrespectful words, and suddenly, the sword body trembled slightly.

The next moment, an earth-shattering sword light seemed to come out of nowhere, and slashed straight towards the three Wu Shan who were laughing in the void.

"Not good!"

Huang Lao was the closest, shouted, the first to bear the brunt, the first to suffer, he had just spoken out of the vigilance, and before he could react, this sharp sword had already arrived.

This sword ray, as if there was an unstoppable momentum, slashed down, and in an instant, Huang Lao's body and the Yuan Shen collapsed together, shattering into dust.

However, in a moment, he has cultivated for thousands of years, and he has cultivated to the middle stage of the gods, and his form and spirit are destroyed!

The momentum of this sword is so strong, as if it can cut the sky and destroy the earth, Qi Lao and Wu Shan, who have not yet suffered, witnessed the death of Huang Lao, their expressions changed greatly, and between the lightning and stone fire, Qi Lao threw his sleeves and covered Wu Shan, and then, the body merged into the heaven and earth, and began to move wildly.

After moving hundreds of thousands of miles in a row, Qi Lao saw that the sharp sword did not chase after him, stopped fleeing, and released Wu Shan in his sleeve.

Wu Shan was shocked, and said in shock: "Old Qi, is there a monk sneaking up on us, why did Huang Lao die in the blink of an eye, what kind of cultivation did the other party do?

The continuous frantic movement caused a lot of mana loss in Qi Lao's body, his face was pale, panting, he glanced back, his face was afraid for a while, and explained to Wu Shan: "Young Master, this is not a monk's magical power, it is a sword ray... It's a sword shot out of that bronze ancient sword!!"

"What!" Wu Shan's expression was even more shocked, and he said with a frightened expression: "Huang Lao was killed by that bronze ancient sword?!"

Wu Shan thought about Huang Lao's vigilant words, and said in a trembling voice: "This bronze ancient sword has long been psychic, this ...... Is it because we're being disrespectful? And my baby clone... And also killed by it?!"

"Huang Lao died in an instant, and he had no power to resist at all... This...... What level of treasure is this bronze ancient sword?!"

Thinking about the tragic situation of his former friend's death in an instant, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Young master, don't worry about the others yet, let's hurry back to the sect and report this matter to the ancestor!"

Wu Shan gradually calmed down, his face was gloomy, and he nodded.

The two of them hurried towards the Taishang Qingtianmen, and when they brought back this shocking news, for a period of time, the bronze ancient sword became a forbidden place for the entire Taishang Qingtianmen people to set foot in.

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Not long after, at a certain moment, in the void above the bronze ancient sword, there was a burst of ripples, and an open landscape painting scroll suddenly appeared.

A white-clothed and white-haired figure floated out, followed by a young man in an azure robe, and the words and deeds of the three of them, as well as the shocking sword, the master and apprentice were secretly aware of it.

Feng Qingge's vast divine sense shrouded all directions, and found that there was no one within a radius of thousands of miles, and after she put the landscape painting scroll into the storage bag, she said softly: "Disciple, with the deterrence of this sword, this place is already very safe. ”

Feng Qingge looked at Li Nanshan, his eyes were smiling, as bright as stars, and he praised again: "Disciple, you are so powerful!"

"It's good that we hid in the world of the picture scroll in advance, otherwise we would have had a direct encounter with these three people, they didn't notice our existence at all, it turned out that we died at the beginning... It turned out to be a Yuan Infant clone of Wu Shan. ”

"Master, that Wu Shan's death is already strange, too casual, and this is also a necessary caution!"

Li Nanshan listened to the sound of the roaring and rumbling water, stared at the magnificent scene not far below, and the bronze ancient sword, and said with a puzzled expression:

"Master, what Wu Shan and the others said... Is it all real? That sword seems to be able to cut everything... This bronze ancient sword has another world in it...... Is it really the thing of my ancestors?"

"They only said part of it right..."Feng Qingge's gentle face was absolutely quiet, his voice was tactful, and he spoke leisurely: "The master who was the master back then said that this bronze ancient sword has not always accompanied the ancestor, but one day, this sword suddenly fell straight from the blue sky, and happened to fall in front of the ancestor of my sect. ”