Time goes back to yesterday, back to when Xiao Yunchuan was in Qixian City and produced sword fruits.

Because of the rapid gathering of Buddhism's luck, Xiao Yunchuan produced sword fruits, and the fluctuations produced were actually very large.

As long as the monks reached a certain realm, almost all of them could sense that fluctuation, and the sword cultivators could sense it even more clearly.

Bajian Pavilion.

Wang Tianlong's figure is burly and majestic, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thick scar on the right side of his face, and the sleeve of his right arm is empty, obviously one-armed.

As the master of the Sword Pavilion, Wang Tianlong looked at the bitter apprentice, and instead of saying words of comfort, he smiled with a smile on his face: "Moyang, you were determined to become the second monk to bear the sword fruit, how do you feel now?"

Chu Moyang, who was also burly, said angrily: "By the way, with you as a master, the apprentice's mood is about to be shattered, and you are still holding cynicism, is it interesting?"

Wang Tianlong said happily: "Of course it's interesting! The feeling I feel now is like drinking ten liters of elixir jade liquid, and then getting drunk and unconscious, it's really wonderful!"

Chu Moyang threatened without a big or small threat: "Master, do you still expect me to give you a pension and send you to the end of your life?"

Wang Tianlong said "heh" and scolded: "I have cultivated in the god period, three thousand years of yang life, you are just in the infant stage, maybe Lao Tzu will send a white-haired person to a black-haired person." ”

Chu Moyang pretended to be depressed and said, "The book says 'one drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows', I want to drink, do you have wine in your storage bag?"

Wang Tianlong kicked Chu Moyang away, scolded and said, "Get out of the mud and go! If you want to cheat Lao Tzu's wine, you can dream about it!"

Taiyuan Pavilion.

Yu Qingbai and Bai Kui of Haoran Pavilion, the two were born in the same village, and they were also worshiped at the same time in the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

Now, although Yu Qingbai is the master of Taiyuan Pavilion, his relationship with Bai Kui is still intertwined, just like when he was a child.

Yu Qingbai felt the fluctuations coming from the sword fruit, and couldn't help but smile secretly, after he said "oops", he said solemnly to Bai Kui: "Xiaobai! ”

Bai Kui replied expressionlessly, "I can feel it." ”

Yu Qingbai reminded with kindness: "It seems that it is still the sword fruit of the luck of the Buddhist family!"

Bai Kui still repeated expressionlessly: "I can feel it!"

"It doesn't exist, right? How can you detect your Jindan stage cultivation?"

Without waiting for Bai Kui to answer, Yu Qingbai clapped his hands, revealing an expression of sudden realization, "I remember! The exercises you practice can condense the sword fruit of the Buddha's luck, no wonder you will notice it, it turns out that it is because of the entanglement of luck." ”

Bai Kui silently turned his head, looked at this childhood friend with slightly white temples, and said: "I'm in a very bad mood now! The Buddhist spirit that has been condensed for decades has been plundered by others, and it has already fallen short! If you continue to stimulate me, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Yu Qingbai held the Taiyuan Sword in his hand and said provocatively: "What?

Bai Kui opened his mouth and spat out a few words, but there was no sound.

The meaning of the mouth shape of the white pants is probably to greet "my eight generations of ancestors" or something like that......

Yu Qingbai just smiled and said, "Oh, how many people are in our Nine Heavens Sword Sect today, and they want to drink." ”

Sword Forge Pavilion.

He Tianyun, who has always been cheerful, is talking and laughing with his little uncle Mu Ziyin, hooking shoulders and backs.

As the fluctuation that he had seen passed, He Tianyun, who was still elated just now, immediately became decadent, and his expression was not cheerful.

He looked at his little uncle without tears, hoping to be comforted by the other party.

Mu Ziyin smashed his mouth, and said seriously: "Happiness is always based on the pain of others, this is the tradition of our Nine Heavens Sword Sect, and it has been like this for thousands of years......"

He Tianyun asked in a depressed mood, "Little Uncle, what do you mean by this?"

Two female sword cultivators walked up.

Mu Ziyin didn't answer He Tianyun's question, but stopped the two female sword cultivators and asked, "Senior nephew Linsha and senior nephew Mengli, do you know who this senior nephew is?"

The two female sword cultivators smiled lightly and asked, "Who is this senior brother?"

He Tianyun looked at the two beautiful and moving junior sisters opposite, his mood improved slightly, and he was relieved: "It's still the little uncle who hurts me, and knows that I feel uncomfortable, so he is ready to give me a marriage line......;

I saw Mu Ziyin stretch out his hand, pointed at He Tianyun, whose expression had improved slightly, and solemnly introduced: "This He Tianyun's nephew is our Jiuxiao Sword Sect, a famous Bodhisattva Sword Monk. ”

The female nephew named Liu Mengli asked innocently: "Uncle Junior, I seem to have sensed a fluctuation, and the sword fruit of the Buddha's luck seems to have been condensed by someone first. ”

Han Linsha, who had a delicate mind, heard Mu Ziyin's ridicule, and immediately hugged her fists at He Tianyun and said: "It turned out to be Senior Brother He of the Bodhisattva Sword, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

"Master and nephew He don't seem to be in a good mood, do you two want to go drinking together?"

Mu Ziyin pointed to He Tianyun again and said, "This Master and Nephew He have a treat, and the wine is enough!"

Sword Pavilion.

A Tianji Pavilion sword cultivator slowly discharged nine spars, "Wen two bowls of wine, ask for a plate of fennel beans." ”

Xie Wuyan waved his hand and said, "There is no wine, there is no wine, there is no drop." ”

A short-tempered Sword Pavilion sword cultivator, hearing this, shouted loudly: "I don't care! Senior Brother Amakusa said, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect has the most wine in your collection, if you don't squeeze some wine out for me, I will smash your Sword Pavilion!"

Hearing the name Amakusa, Xie Wuyan's face twitched, "Fellow disciples, I really don't lie to you, the wine is out of stock, and I really don't have any wine on me now." ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he must have wine!"

"Hand over the wine!"

"Senior Brother Amakusa said that at the beginning of spring this year, he went to Ziwei Sword Pavilion with you, and at that time, you bought 8,000 liters of Oblique Sun Jade Liquid!"

Xie Wuyan's cultivation is also the Bodhisattva Sword, and now he can't say that he is suffering, even if he feels uncomfortable, he has to deal with the group of drunkards in front of him.

Xie was speechless, he did go to Ziwei Sword Pavilion, but eight thousand liters of Xieyang jade liquid was too much, he was just dealing with private matters in the past, when did he buy wine?

That should be killed, how can he be innocent and innocent!

Xie Wuyan sighed, he was careless in making friends......

The fluctuations emitted by the condensation of the sword fruit swept past the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

Chen Tianyuan, the acting sect master and acting pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, his dull eyes focused quickly, and after he felt the inexplicable aura, a demented expression appeared on his face.

Master Kunjun, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, tilted his head slightly, avoiding the fluctuations that made him uncomfortable.

The Sword Spirit Pavilion, Geng Luozi and the sword spirit beside him all trembled.

In the Sword Casting Pavilion, Wu Zongzheng was holding a red-hot iron sword, and after his hands were slightly stunned, he resumed his action of continuing to strike iron.

Song Haoran, who was leading the disciples to practice swords in Haoran Pavilion, suddenly stopped his movements and looked at Liuyun Pavilion.

Controlling the Sword Pavilion, Nangong Buluo gently stroked the trembling sword and frowned slightly.