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Ning Baifeng turned back to the courtyard and turned his head to look around.

The courtyard is empty, quiet and tranquil.

Ning Baifeng breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

At this point, in his heart, a series of things about the Yuntai Sword and the Founding Ceremony of the Emperor have finally come to an end.

He raised his hand and let out a sword sound, releasing a sword qi.

The system at the entrance of the small courtyard was reopened.

The breeze is shrouded, and the bamboo forest courtyard is self-contained and undisturbed.

Hiding in the small courtyard, you don't have to greet anyone with a smile, let alone run around because of all kinds of miscellaneous things, you can finally rest and sort out some of your trivial things, as well as your spiritual insights.

Ning Baifeng's heart moved, and the beast mouth with the jade pendant on his waist spit out a green fishing rod.

It was called a dragon fishing rod, and he had seen it before.

This is a congratulatory gift given by Gong Qian when he left, and it is also a relic of Gong Quan.

Ning Baifeng didn't want to accept it, but Gong Qian said with a smile, how could the Qingdu worship not have a dragon fishing rod in hand, before Zhou Tian left, but he got a Shanshui Lang's line, if it weren't for Ning Baifeng is sword cultivation, even Shanlang's woodcutter would give him a one.

In addition, Ning Baifeng knew that Gong Qian had another meaning.

Don't forget to hand it in.

Now Ning Baifeng is the first disciple of the Sword Sect, not as obscure as he was at the beginning, if he is unwilling to intersect with the Qing Capital, he can change his hexagram at any time.

When people's status changes, their mentality will inevitably change with them.

When Ning Baifeng won the uncrowned leader of the Yuntai Sword with a strong attitude, the Qing capital had already decided that Ning Baifeng's position of worship would only be heavier, even lighter than Zhou Tian.

Although Ning Baifeng didn't know about Qingdu's decision, when Gong Qian handed him this dragon fishing rod with a lot of origin, he already knew the meaning of it.

Therefore, for the sake of An Gongqian's heart, he took the dragon fishing rod.

Holding the fishing rod and shaking, Ning Baifeng smiled and shook his head, and retracted the jade pendant.

Then he glanced at the window in front of the house, and pulled a green bamboo rod over with his qi.

The reason why I say pulling is that this thing is not under his control at all, and like a calf, it will break free from the reins at any time.

After coming down from the gimbal, he locked the thing in the house and did not untie it until this time.

The green bamboo pole is about five feet long, the thickness of an egg, and it is said to be a bamboo cane, but it seems a little too thick, if you don't pull it out, no one will know that this is a sword.

According to the pavilion master, this is the sword of Su Tianbai, and the word Su Wen on the bamboo tube is the name of this sword.

Later, because of the sealing of Fushan River, as one of the bases of the sole sword array, I didn't expect that the sword scabbard would actually stay in the sword pavilion, and it was passed down, and the sword and the sheath fell into my hands together.

Although this thing is also not small, in Ning Baifeng's hands, it is not obedient at all.

If it weren't for Ning Baifeng holding the bamboo scabbard at this time, I'm afraid that this sword would fly away on its own.

An uncontrolled sword, which is really not very pleasing.

Ning Baifeng mobilized the sword element in his body and dipped it into the scabbard, but found that it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no response.

After a few temptations, he looked at this sword and smiled helplessly, the sword yuan could not be refined at all, and even as he injected more and more sword yuan, this sword had the potential to come out of the sheath on its own.

Ning Baifeng had to put away his sword yuan, holding his sword, indifferent. Then he tried to put the sword in the jade pendant, but he couldn't.

Such a result can only show that the grade of this sword is too high, which is higher than the jade pendant of the alien treasure level.

This Suwen sword, one cannot be refined, and the other cannot be put into the jade pendant.

The sword is a good sword, but it seems a little chicken.

He can't hold it all the time

The sword does not let go.

Sighing, Ning Baifeng caught a glimpse of Nie Hongzhu, who had been standing quietly aside, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The sword serves the sword, and the sword can serve.

Could this be the real intention of the Pavilion Master?

Ning Baifeng touched his chin, and after a long time, he stopped and handed over the sword, "Hongzhu, help me take a good look at this sword during this time." ”

Nie Hongzhu stood aside, he had already seen the leaping situation of this sword in Ning Baifeng's hand, and when he reached out to take it, he was already fully prepared, but he was still stumbling by the sword, and it was not easy to stabilize it.

Nie Hongzhu put away his hand and held the sword in his arms, and said in surprise: "Childe, this sword is so strong, but it seems to be somewhat familiar. ”

Ning Baifeng nodded, "It is the sword that melted into Pei Qianshan's body, one of the Sole Sword Formations, the same as you." ”

Nie Hongzhu held the sword tightly and looked at it carefully.

Ning Baifeng didn't say more, turned to sit on the stone bench, took out the wine jug and took a sip, then closed his eyes and looked inward.

The three-month settlement has greatly changed the scene on the sea of Ningbai Peak.

A huge picture scroll is spread on the sea of air, and Ning Baifeng walks in it with his feet on the scroll, faintly as if he is walking among the bamboo forests.

However, it was just when he had this thought.

Ning Baifeng's vision rotated, and in an instant, he was standing in front of the small residence in the bamboo forest, with the faint and invisible Nie Hongzhu on the left, and the gray Su Lao on the other side.

Such a change made him a little dumbfounded.

Ning Baifeng immediately looked around, this was the small formation of the purple bamboo forest that was moved into the painting by Su Lao at the beginning.

Nie Hongzhu and Su Lao were here, he could understand, but why could he come in?

Ning Baifeng looked at the prospect and fell into deep thought, and only after a long time did he regain his composure and look up.

Above the bamboo forest, there is a round of silver sun suspended, the light is sharp but gives people a sense of gentleness, the most peculiar thing is that there is a faint thing lying on this round of sun.

Ning Baifeng's mind moved again.

The silver sun shrank rapidly in front of his eyes, and when he looked closely, he was already standing on the scroll, with a silver gall levitating in front of him, and a scarred white silkworm lying on it.

The three-month sword pavilion was settled, and the enlightenment of climbing the stairs made the sword gall more condensed.

He had a hunch that as long as he was willing, he would use a large number of those spirit stones given by Zhou Tian, and he would soon be able to break through the sword gall and cultivate the sword pill.

Ning Baifeng suppressed this thought.

In his opinion, it is the best choice to go with the flow.

Then, his gaze fell on the white silkworm.

After these days of fire lotus wine, some subtle wounds on the white silkworm gradually recovered, but some large scars were still there, making the wine worm inevitably a little dying.

In this regard, Ning Baifeng was a little helpless, the damage of the wine insects, if he wanted to raise it well, he could only rely on wine and time to slowly recuperate.

After all, this kind of spiritual thing, the origin of its appearance, is in the old wine jar, through the aura of heaven and earth and a long time to become the essence.

Then, Ning Baifeng turned his head and looked around.

In the distance of the sea of qi, a ray of light kept flying and shuttling.

This flying sword, which was recast and repaired by Abbot Jiang, showed a momentum that was far from comparable to the original.

Anything else, speed alone is jaw-dropping.

After standing on the sea of qi and quietly realizing it for a moment, he retreated, and his mind returned, but he did not open his eyes, but entered a state of calming meditation.

Nie Hongzhu next to him, holding Su Wen in his arms, stood quietly aside, like a portrait.

Time flies like a white horse, and two months pass in a flash.

is a sunny sub.

The bamboo forest outside the courtyard is verdant, and the mottled light is sprinkled on the ground from the gap between the bamboo leaves, and the mountain wind shakes the bamboo leaves, cutting the light into a mottled land.

Thin freaks of light were scattered on the young people in the courtyard.

The woman who had been standing still for twenty years moved slightly, turning her head to look to the side.

Ning Baifeng had quietly opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, but the chaos in his eyes was only permeated for a moment, and the sharp essence was fleeting.

Although he had only been in retreat for two months, during these hours, he had already swept away the dirt on the lake of his heart, and his spirit was even fuller.

The glint in his eyes just now was not sword qi or sword intent, but the stability of his soul, if he didn't use the flying sword at this time, just by virtue of the sword moves and swordsmanship he learned and his physique, he was a god realm martial arts master, and he was also the kind with a very thick foundation.

The former Su Lao said that he was extremely lucky to have an innate pulseless sword body that had never been seen before, and the sword cultivation realm was the martial arts realm.

Previously, he had always been a sword cultivator, and if people knew that he was still a martial arts master, it would be unbelievable.

Ning Baifeng gently breathed for a moment and exhaled the turbid qi in his body.

He looked up at Nie Hongzhu and chuckled and nodded, "Good work." ”

Nie Hongzhu chuckled and said, "It's good that Childe doesn't bother me." ”

Ning Baifeng laughed, stood up, his sword qi moved, shook off a cloud of dust, and then casually asked how long it had been.

Nie Hongzhu replied truthfully.

Hearing that it had been two months, Ning Baifeng was in a trance.

It felt as if it had only passed for a short moment in his mind.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his cultivation really didn't know the years.

Ning Baifeng stretched out his hand to take the Su Wen handed over by Nie Hongzhu, and turned his head to look around. Since I moved into this small courtyard, two years have passed unconsciously.

However, the scene of entering the mountain at the beginning is still vivid.

It was as if it were only yesterday.

Ning Baifeng carefully calculated the time, and so far, there was only more than a year left from the original ten-year appointment.

This is the place where he stays second only to Binhai County, and despite all the things he has been through here, he still feels good about this place.

Ning Baifeng sighed lightly: "Hongzhu, clean up, it's time to go." ”

Yes, he knew it was time to go, after all, there was still a lot of work to do.

It's just that when I come back, I don't know when.

Nie Hongzhu nodded, went to the house to pack the package, and walked out.

In fact, Ning Baifeng didn't have many things, and all he could pack up was some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He put these things into the jade pendant on his waist, looked at them again, and waved his hand gently, Nie Hongzhu turned into a glimmer of light and disappeared into his sleeve, returning to the picture scroll on the sea of qi.

Ning Baifeng walked out of the courtyard and walked along the forest path to the sword pond not far away.

After two months, there has not been much change in the sword pond.

The disciples are still under the leadership of Lang Ping, and they are seriously practicing sword cultivation.

Ning Baifeng walked to the edge of the sword pool, neither got up with the sword, nor did he climb to cross the water, so he stepped on the water and walked towards the middle of the pool step by step.

This is not to show off his skills, but he wants to say a short goodbye to the sword pool, and at the same time take a look at these disciples who practice sword by the way.

However, when Ning Baifeng walked forward step by step, all the disciples who saw him stopped practicing their swords one by one and turned to him to salute their swords.

Ning Baifeng didn't stop, and looked at them one by one with a smile.

Until he walked up to the stone platform in the middle of the sword pool.

The disciples, led by Lang Ping, shouted in unison.

"Big brother!"

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