In a snowy cloud platform in Yuxu Peak, Ling Zhi is dancing the sword alone, he is at odds with the other four elders, just like Ling Zhonggan is at odds with the other four pavilion elders, no wonder the two are in a master-apprentice relationship, because of this, in the affairs of Lingyun Sword Pavilion, only the trivial matters of life are assigned to Ling Zhi, the elder, who is under the jurisdiction, and the other elders are in control of the important affairs of the Sword Pavilion, such as disciples, exercises, teachings, and so on.

This is also the reason why Ling Zhi only has five apprentices, because Ling Yiyi, Ling Bocheng and other five people are all people with strange personalities, when they were asked to worship the master, some of them just fell in love with Ling Zhi who was sitting on the side, and gave up the other four elders with extraordinary demeanor, and there is also Senior Brother Ling Xiao, he was forced by his family to go to Yuxu Peak, but he was picked by Ling Zhi and trained to be well-behaved now.

At present, the chief of the cabinet with a few disciples of the outer pavilion looked around and walked towards the place where Ling Zhi practiced martial arts, according to common sense, no one dared to disturb the elders of this faction practicing martial arts, but this Ling Zhi was an exception, the chief and his party were respectful on the surface, but they still didn't care about their identity, and stood directly in the distance and shouted at Ling Zhi.

"Elder Ling Zhi, I have something to ask for advice~"

Ling Zhi was still wielding a long sword, his ears did not hear anything around him, but his flesh-like body was better than light hair, and his gestures drove the snow under his feet to fly with it.

Seeing that Ling Zhi didn't promise himself, he didn't make a sound or leave, what he wanted was very simple, that is, to find Wei Guiqi, standing here to show that he wanted someone, instead of looking for things from east to west, it was better to buckle the basin on Ling Zhi's head.

After a stick of incense, Ling Zhi made a perfect sword retraction, his body stabilized in place, and the snowflakes flying around him slowly sank to the ground, turning into a plum blossom pattern on the ground, which made the chief can't help but applaud the drummer.

"Okay~ Elder Ling Zhi deserves to be an elder, and he shook it around, and drew this flower with a sword~"

At this time, the chief did not show eagerness, as if he was deliberately losing Ling Zhi's appetite, Ling Zhi put the sword in the sword box and asked bluntly, "What's the matter?"

Only then did the chief show a panicked expression, and patted his head, "Ahh The person you brought was lost, and in the middle of the night, we have been looking for him for a long time and there is no trace of him~"

"Oh~ He may be sleepy, so he found a place to rest at random!" As soon as Ling Zhi heard that it was the new 'Ye Yanming', he walked ahead casually, just because he received a letter from the Central Plains half a month ago, and the sender was Ling Long.

To say that Ling Long's cronies, should be Ling Zhong is the most, but Ling Zhong is upright by nature, not good at people and sophisticated, so Ling Long is more willing to hand over trivial matters to his beloved apprentice Ling Zhi to deal with, more than ten years ago, on the eve of Ling Long's descent from the mountain, he once asked Ling Zhi to let him and his master Ling Zhonggan protect Ling Muyin together, but did not mention the reason, nor did he tell Ling Zhi about Ling Muyin's secrets, just let Ling Zhi follow his instructions and support Ling Muyin and his position as the pavilion master, so this Ling Zhongqing and Ling Zhi were gradually isolated, and the four pavilion elders were afraid of Ling Long and did not dare to tear their faces。

Half a month ago, Ling Zhi regained a letter sent by Ling Long before his death, in which he simply wrote a sentence: 'It is difficult for the ink to change his original intention, and the white clothes are dirty, Ling Zhi's nephew, there is a good person to go up the mountain to help him protect the pavilion. ’

Ling Zhi only understood the last nine words at first, which meant that Lingyun Sword Pavilion was afraid that something had changed, but Ling Long arranged for helpers to come to maintain the sect; sure enough, within half a month, Wei Guiqi appeared, which made Ling Zhi have to be careful to watch out for Wei Guiqi, because he couldn't tell whether he was a change or a helper.

But when Ling Zhi had a short contact with Wei Guiqi, he found that Wei Guiqi's eyes were full of old-fashioned and evil colors, and he instantly understood the previous twelve words, 'It is difficult for the ink to change the original intention, and the white clothes are dirty', that is, people with desires will always do things to satisfy their desires, and if the seemingly pure people are contaminated with desires, they will become dilapidated.

Therefore, the first conversation between the two of them when they ascended to the Five Directions Holy Land, and the eye contact, was a simple entrustment between the two.

"What if you don't think the Sword Pavilion is as good as you imagined, are you still willing to stay?"

"If you can learn swordsmanship, you can naturally stay, and if you don't have a bad place, you can change it!"

"You may not be able to change~"

"It's changed~"

"I said I couldn't change it~"

"It's changed~"

This conversation gradually emerged in Ling Zhi's heart, and he didn't bother to estimate that he would leave by himself.

The chief stood in the wind and was messy, he didn't expect that Elder Ling Zhi, who was usually extremely easy to bully, would actually be the shopkeeper today, although Ling Zhi was responsible for the trivial matters of the life of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, but if the disappeared 'Ye Yanming' really did something bad, it would be impossible for the Lingyun Sword Pavilion to let the elder Ling Zhi suffer much of a crime, in the end, it was still the elder who carried this black cauldron, thinking of this elder, he spat at Ling Zhi who was far away, "Phew!" I brought up a stubborn head blindly, and now I am in trouble, let me find him later, I will drive him down the mountain directly, what bullshit elder, Lao Tzu really did it, you can't do anything to me!"

The chief scolded happily, he didn't care that there were disciples from the outer pavilion around him, and he didn't hesitate to say that these words would reach Ling Zhi's ears, and the disciples of the outer pavilion on the side suddenly reminded the chief, "Chief, if you can't find the new arrival, what should you do about this cooking?" It's already the middle of the night, and in three hours, everyone will have breakfast, and now the kitchen is still in a mess~"

This question directly angered the elder cook, and he turned his hand and hit the head of the disciple of the outer pavilion, "You ask me, who am I asking? Why are you still standing? Hurry up and go back to clean up the kitchen for me, prepare breakfast, can't you find anyone who wants me to clean up?"

"Yes, yes~" The disciples of the outer pavilion covered their heads and nodded repeatedly, and then several people left in a hurry, leaving the chief to stand in place and think bitterly, "Where did this kid slip away?"

In the Bingluo Cave, Wei Gui sat for two hours, and his body had eased a lot, and after he opened his eyes, he found that Ling Muyin was still lying on the hospital bed, snoring lightly and loudly, without the slightest intention of waking up.

"It's good if you don't get out of bed~" Wei Guiqi got up and stretched, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, he suddenly thought of the Nine Heavens Sword, so he decided to practice a little before Ling Muyin woke up, on the way to Kunlun Mountain, Wei Guiqi had already understood the first eight styles of the Nine Heavens Sword, if you want to say what a peerless genius is, then he is, but this ninth style, that is, the one that Ling Long once played in the Tongfu Inn, he can't play it anyway.

"The direction of the fortune vein is also right, and I will also have the sword qi, could it be that my internal strength is not enough? I can't release such a heavenly stunt?" Wei Guiqi wandered in the Ice Spirit Cave, his eyes staring at his palm and thinking about it, but he couldn't think of anything wrong, and finally he decided to try again.

"Hanging down the hidden sky, you have to look at the steps to save the truth, hang the qi and hang the qi, and pass the four orifices of Taiyitu..."

In case of a mistake, Wei Guiqi rarely recited the mantra, you must know that he has practiced martial arts for so many years, no matter what kind of exercises, he will remember it when he sees it once, and when he looks at it again, he will understand it, but he has seen the ninth form of the Nine Heavens Sword many times, and he doesn't know how many times he has deduced it, and he can't achieve it.

"Whew~"

Just when Wei Guiqi exercised his internal qi to reach the heart veins as usual, he immediately felt that the pores of his whole body were slowly spreading wildly to the surroundings, which made Wei Guiqi feel overjoyed, "It seems that there is movement, but why did it succeed this time?" Could it be because of being in the Ice Cave?"

At the moment, Wei Guiqi couldn't care about so much, since the ninth type had already started the wind, it meant that the doorway had been touched, so Wei Guiqi immediately accelerated the operation of the internal qi, wanting to complete a small Nine Heavens Sword before the internal force was exhausted.

When the surrounding wind gradually became stronger, the roof of the Ice Spirit Cave gradually began to show a light blue wind breath, which was the unique internal force form of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, Wei Gui was not happy to see it, but the sharp internal force fluctuations also made the inside and outside of the Ice Spirit Cave begin to appear abnormal.

Especially outside the cave, after Ling Zhongqing settled down, a gust of cold wind blew up in an instant, and this familiar momentum made him think of Ling Long for the first time, "Old Pavilion Master?" But Ling Zhongqing stood outside the cave and wandered for a long time and didn't dare to approach the Ice Spirit Cave.

Wei Guiqi looked at the top of his head that had begun to glow with the sword body, but he felt that the internal force of the dantian had begun to supply a lot, and his heart was impatient, "Isn't it?

Just as Wei Guiqi watched the wind breath above his head gradually collapse, he was suddenly hugged by Ling Muyin behind him.

"Dad~Woo, you're finally back~"

"Huh?" Wei Guiqi saw the battle and was suddenly frightened, and the wind around him turned into a cold wind and disappeared, "Ah, this... Hey!"

"Ling Muyin, take a good look at who I am?" Wei Guiqi hung his arms helplessly, and weakly bumped Ling Muyin behind him with the back of his head, not to mention listening to the voice, he knew who it was just by feeling the flesh of his body.

After Ling Muyin heard Wei Gui's voice clearly, he immediately spread his arms, "You... Why did the Nine Heavens Sword come, and it seems that he has already practiced the Ninth Form?"

"Didn't I say it, I'm your father and let me protect you~" Wei Guiqi's tone was a little complaining, and the sword qi that he was about to form was broken like this, and he felt a sense of frustration.

"Oh~" Ling Muyin was obviously extremely disappointed, and sat back on the ice bed decadently, looking at the cheats of the Nine Heavens Sword in a daze, "Dad... How did he die?"

Wei Gui said after pondering for a while, "It should be regarded as a heavenly harvest, after all, his realm is rare in the world, for the people of the rivers and lakes, it is a legend to enter the peak of the realm, hey~ Do you know what it means to reach the peak and create the extreme?"

"Well~Dad, he said~" Ling Muyin shrunk her body, she couldn't hug her knees and comfort herself like a normal girl, so she could only sit quietly, "I can finally call him dad in the bright light~"

"Didn't you shout before?" Wei Guiqi asked curiously.

"Hmm~" Ling Muyin nodded his head, "He said that he is not allowed to shout if he has not practiced the Nine Heavens Sword, although I have not practiced it yet, but I am not afraid of his punishment~"

Hearing this, Wei Guiqi felt a little sympathetic to Ling Muyin in front of her, for her, maybe only the mother she had never seen in the world could be regarded as a relative, but I am afraid that she was emotionally helpless.

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