Master Kun Jun was in charge of the sect's precepts and punishments, and the junior monks of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, including Wang Tianlong, Wu Di and others, many of them had suffered in his hands.

Because of Ning Lacking's character, the old man only accepted a total of three personal disciples, but these three disciples all died unexpectedly, so those junior disciples who were punished would always scold a few words afterwards: "Damn the old thief!"

In other words, the third apprentice of this old man is handsome, looks like a celestial, has a loyal and approachable personality, and his qualifications are not inferior to Yu Qingbai, and he has the demeanor of His Excellency as the pavilion master.

After working hard for more than 100 years, the old man took a handful of and urine, and pulled the three apprentices with hard work until the late Yuan Infant period, and then took a breath of relief.

About 20 years ago, the third apprentice cultivator was stuck in the late Yuan infant period and had been unable to break through, so he went out to travel, taking this opportunity to recuperate his mood in order to break through, but he was killed by evil cultivators on the way and died.

In the end, with the traction of the soul lamp, the old man only found a body with blurred flesh and incomplete corpse......

Before the three apprentices went out to travel, they accepted a female apprentice named "Gu Yina", who was regarded as the apprentice grandson of the old man.

Casting Sword Pavilion, back mountain sword mound.

It was already three poles in the sun, but the canopy of the sword mound was heavy, and the air pressure was so low that it was difficult to breathe.

"Uncle Junior, there is the sword mound in front. ”

A goose-faced girl pulled the sleeve of Jian Wuji's coat and walked towards the sword mound.

Jian Wuji was holding the rusty sword in his arms, his body was pulled by the goose-faced girl, his steps were slightly reluctant, and he said in a cold tone: "Gu Yina, let go." ”

"Don't call me Gu Yina, I'm your nephew, you can call me my nephew. ”

Gu Yina, who has a baby fat face, has a very small personality, although her age is two years older than Jian Wuji, but the things she has experienced are far less abundant than Jian Wuji, and her temperament is naturally far less mature than Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji withdrew his sleeve and frowned, "Don't follow me!"

Gu Yina didn't notice the alienation in her words, she still looked at Jian Wuji's side face with a smile, and said with an innocent face: "You are my uncle, and Grandpa Kunjun doesn't like to be disturbed, so I can only follow you." ”

"We don't know each other in life, don't follow me in the future. ”

"But......" Gu Yina looked at the tall and thin Jian Wuji, and said again: "I like you." ”

Jian Wuji's old face turned red, Rao is himself has been weathered, tossed by fate over and over again, and his mood tends to be neither sad nor happy, but he has never encountered this kind of thing.

He hurried forward, leaving only one sentence: "I only like swords!"

"What?" Gu Yina was confused, what she said about liking did not mean the kind of liking between men and women, but the meaning of appreciation, admiration, and admiration.

The sword mound of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, in addition to burying those deceased predecessors, also buried millions of swords.

As a monk of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, as long as he has practiced the sword summoning technique, he can come to the sword shrine and summon a sword that belongs to him.

At the entrance of the sword mound, there is a long bench, a long stone table, and an old man guarding the tomb.

The old man guarding the tomb has a withered appearance, a slender figure, old age spots on his cheeks, and a sparse beard, he sits alone on a long bench, and there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table in front of him.

As the tomb keeper of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, the old man has been guarding the sword mound for many years, and he has witnessed the generations of people from the sect, these people have come and gone, and they have come and gone.

Coming and going, refers to those who come to the sword shrine to call for swords.

And going and coming, it refers to those deceased people who were buried in the sword mound.

In the life of the old man guarding the tomb, he has witnessed many genius disciples who keep entering the sword mound.

Among these genius disciples, some of them came to the sword mound to summon the sword, such as Wu Di, Yu Qingbai, Wang Tianlong, and Nangong Buluo.

And some people have been sleeping in the sword mound, such as Li Yunfei and Liu Qingfeng.

The old man guarding the tomb witnessed the rise of those geniuses, and also witnessed the end of those people, witnessed the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, witnessed the white-haired people sending the black-haired people, and witnessed the separation of life and death, the rise and fall of honor and disgrace in the sect.

"Lingkong Pavilion, Sword Wuji. ”

The old man guarding the tomb heard the voice, slowly raised his head, looked at the strange tall and thin man, and wrote on the paper: Lingkong Pavilion, Jian Wuji.

After writing down the six words, the old man guarding the tomb took out a waist card from his arms and asked, "Kunjun has accepted apprentices again?"

Jian Wuji took the waist card, nodded, and went to the sword mound.

The old man guarding the tomb reminded: "There is a time limit of two hours, remember to do your best, if you pick and choose, you will only end up with nothing." ”

Jian Wuji didn't answer, and went straight through the sword mound enchantment.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the disappearing back and muttered in a low voice: "It's not a family, you don't enter a family, this kid and the old ghost Kunjun's temperament is really carved out of the same mold." ”

Come over for a while.

A sense of sleepiness struck, the old man guarding the tomb yawned, and was about to close his eyes and fall asleep, when a man with a sword box on his back in the distance was striding forward.

The man was dressed in a green shirt, and his appearance was also very delicate, but he was negligent in dressing up, and his hair was messy, he came to the stone table, and saw that the old man guarding the tomb was drowsy, so he stood on tiptoe, quietly walked to the old man's side, aimed at the old man's ear, and shouted at his throat: "He Tianyun of the Sword Casting Pavilion, I have seen the seniors!"

The old man guarding the tomb was startled, and he came back to his senses in an instant, he looked at the man in front of him, and scolded: "Who!

The man's expression immediately lowered his eyebrows, "Senior, why haven't you come to the sword casting platform recently?" I talked about you with Uncle Xiao yesterday. ”

The old man guarding the tomb was very old, and his eyes were not very sharp, and after gradually seeing the man's appearance clearly, he said: "You are a monk of the line of Wu Zong, right? I remember that your name is ......."

The man introduced himself: "My name is He Tianyun, and my master is the third disciple of Wu Zong, but that old boy only knows how to strike iron, and the whole thing is in charge of the shop." ”

Because of his identity, the old man guarding the tomb has to pay a lot more attention to the monks of the Sword Casting Pavilion, "Then how do you practice?

He Tianyun replied: "My daily homework and practice are guided by my junior uncle Mu Ziyin. ”

The old man guarding the tomb asked again, "How many swords have you forged since you entered the stream?"

He Tianyun shook the sword box behind him, and said with a smile: "Thirteen years after entering the Sword Casting Pavilion, with the assistance of my junior uncle, I have cast four swords so far, and now I want to go to the sword mound, call another sword out, make up five swords, and cultivate the 'Five Spirits Return to the Sect' sword formation." ”

The old man guarding the tomb threw a waist card over and commented: "In thirteen years, you can cast four swords that enter the stream, and it will not disappoint, you must work hard in your future life to strive for the lintel of the Sword Casting Pavilion." ”

He Tianyun took the waist card and replied: "Okay" and hurriedly ran into the sword mound.