West Pavilion Fire Cloud Hall.

There were four sword disciples standing outside the hall gate, unsmiling and indifferent.

The hall is deep, and there are countless open flames flickering on both sides of the road.

Ferris was lying quietly on a bed in the side hall.

Li Qihai walked in and looked at it silently for a few moments, without any emotion, and then returned to the hall.

Compared with the other three pavilions, the West Pavilion, which controls the law, naturally has a majestic atmosphere.

Zhang Wei had been following Li Qihai, whose height almost completely concealed him in the shadows.

He looked at Motian, who had barely picked up a life from the Ghost Gate, with a look of indignation, and said: "What a vicious method, this matter must make Lu Shen's kid pay the price, otherwise where will we be in Xige?"

Li Qihai tilted his head slightly and did not speak.

Zhang Wei was furious in his heart, and continued: "Even the head disciple shouldn't be so reckless, my West Pavilion has been carefully cultivated for so many years, if something really happens to Motian, won't my Sword Pavilion lose another Sky-Breaking Realm powerhouse in the future? Who will bear the responsibility for such crimes?"

A sect or family that will always maintain its prosperity, it is useless to be prosperous on the surface, there are successors, and the two points of profound heritage are the foundation of continuity.

Lu Shen's move was almost to break the future inheritance of the West Pavilion, no wonder Zhang Wei was so angry.

"Two without distance, plus one out of the dust. ”

Li Qihai was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed with emotion, and then said with a self-deprecating tone: "The two future Skybreaking Realm powerhouses in your mouth were defeated by that kid with just one move, and that kid is now just a mortal realm, what kind of realm do you say he will be in the future with his talent?"

Zhang Wei explained: "That kid is too scheming, deliberately deceitful, if it is fair..."

"After practicing swords for so long, why have you become so pedantic. ”

Li Qihai interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Who will tell you fairness on the Great Dao Road? You are used to being pampered in the Sword Pavilion, have you even forgotten this truth?"

Zhang Wei's face turned slightly pale, bent down slightly, and did not speak again.

"You can't make a name for yourself in this matter, even if it alarms the senior brother in charge. ”

Li Xuhai didn't know what he remembered, shook his head and said: "Outsiders have rumored that his temper has improved over the years since his senior brother took over the helm, but in fact, he is just a perennial retreat and rarely has contact with people. ”

"Understood. ”

It seems that the temperature in the hall is too cold, and Zhang Wei's voice has become a little quieter.

Li Qihai sat on the main seat, and suddenly frowned and asked, "What's the matter with Gu Hanfeng's bottle, did you find out?" ”

Zhang Wei replied uncertainly: "The cause of death is not known yet, but... He is most likely a spy lurking in the Shadow Temple. ”

"Is it the Shadow Hall again? ”

When Li Qihai heard this, his eyes revealed a deep disgust and helplessness.

The Sword Pavilion has been sitting in the north and looking south for thousands of years, and as one of the holy places on the mainland, its main responsibility is to guard the north of the Tianhai Continent.

The mysterious organization of the Shadow Hall only targets the major young disciples on the mainland, and its methods are concealed and ruthless, and it can be regarded as an "old friend" who has fought with the Sword Pavilion for many years.

It's just that after so many years, Li Xuhai has never grasped their origin and identity, and only a few clues show that they may be from the Endless Demon Domain.

"A bunch of rats that only run away in the dark!"

Li Qihai snorted coldly and said sharply: "If Senior Brother in Charge had listened to me back then, gathered the Four Pavilions and then called on the power of the Seven Holy Lands of the Continent to level the Demon Domain in one fell swoop, how could it be as troublesome as it is now?"

A trace of a very small breath rippled out of Li Qihai's body slightly, and the air in the entire hall began to become irritable.

The temperature plummeted, the hall was very cold, but Zhang Wei's back was already covered with cold sweat.

As a powerful sword cultivator of the human race, Li Qihai naturally has no good impression of the evil spirits in the Endless Demon Domain.

But there is a more important reason that is the key.

It is related to the face of the Sword Pavilion, and it is also the pain in the heart of the Lord of the Four Pavilions.

No one dares to make it public.

Even if it's the head.

....

The East Pavilion is really lively.

There are a few pieces of wood missing in the fog forest, but there is an elaborate hut under the waterfall.

In addition to the yellow dog in the sea of flowers, there is also a snow-white fox.

In addition to the confusion of the first few days, Lemon Paste has adapted to the lifestyle of the East Pavilion.

There are always a few people in the world, who make people look good at a glance and will not get bored.

Ningrong felt that Su An was such a person, whether it was talking, watering flowers, or chatting, she had an inexplicable sense of dependence.

As for Lu Shen, he will always lie on the chair on the cliff and look at the sky, which is the same from spring to autumn.

Ling Rongrong felt that Lu Shen was not in a daze, because his eyes sometimes seemed very serious and focused.

Ning Rongrong looked up and found that there was nothing in the sky except white clouds, and she could only silently sigh in her heart that Senior Brother Lu Shen was really a strange person.

It seems that he knows the news that the head of the family has been in retreat, and Mengyi Xiaolai has become more and more diligent, from once every half a month at the beginning to once every two days now.

Lu Shen could see Dream Yixiao's blinking eyes when he opened his eyes, and then he could hear her cheers under the cliff when he was about to fall asleep at night.

As for Shen Mohuang, because of his dreams, he gradually became familiar with Lu Shen after coming and going.

To Lu Shen's surprise, this woman with a cold temperament and a beautiful face turned out to be a sword idiot.

One afternoon, the two talked about swords together.

"Some people say that sword cultivation pays attention to lethality, so now the flying sword technique is the best, compared to the ancient sword but gradually declining, it is inevitable, do you think?"

"The reason why the art of flying swords is admired is simply because people in the world love tricks and fame and fortune, and they are unwilling to delve into the more difficult sword walking. ”

"Do you think a walking sword is stronger than a flying sword?"

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and the main thing is to divide people. ”

"If you?"

"It's a very unnecessary question, what I use, naturally what is stronger. ”

Shen Mohuang was speechless.

Every time he talked about the sword, Lu Shen's tone was always so indifferent and absolute, and he didn't hesitate at all.

Shen Mohuang raised his head and said with some regret: "It is said that there was once an ancient sword immortal who created the nine styles of the sword immortal, each sword has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods, which can cause the vision of heaven and earth, but unfortunately most of them have disappeared so far. ”

Lu Shen was silent for a while, and said, "Do you want to learn?"

Shen Mohuang looked into the distance, suddenly smiled and said, "Of course, who doesn't want to learn." ”

Lu Shen looked at her side face, the most striking thing was the pair of Danfeng eyes, which were very thin and long, but what people didn't expect was that she had two small dimples when she laughed.

Lu Shen watched quietly.

Shen Mohuang was puzzled: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you. ”

Lu Shen said seriously, "You look good. ”

Shen Mohuang's expression was calm, and he said, "Many people have similar meanings to you, but they have never been as direct as you,"

Lu Shen said: "That's because they're afraid of you, or they're afraid that you will have a bad impression on them, which can also be understood as having a colored heart and no color guts." ”

Shen Mohuang blinked his eyes and asked, "You mean that you have a color gall and no color?"

Lemon Puree, who had just come from the sea of flowers, was stunned when she heard these two conversations, and was surprised to think that these two people had developed to this extent?

....

Autumn passes, and the chill deepens.

Su An likes to stay in the wooden house and read, unlike Shen Mohuang, a cultivator with a high realm, who can use abundant spiritual power to keep out the cold.

According to Lu Shen's words, Shen Mohuang took a copy of the sword book handed down by Nange himself.

After Lu Shen took over, he didn't have the slightest taboo and began to flip through it.

Shen Mohuang didn't say anything when she saw this scene, she didn't think that Lu Shen would steal from school.

After these days of contact, Shen Mohuang knew that this guy was actually a man who was extremely proud.

"Actually, that's the formula. ”

Lu Shen quickly flipped through it, and then threw it back.

Shen Mohuang subconsciously took the sword spectrum, was stunned, and said, "What?"

Lu Shen was shocked and said: "The four pavilions and four sword books are the four styles of the nine styles of the sword immortal that you call them. ”

"A sword dragon snake. ”

"Eight thousand streams of rain. ”

"The North is one. ”

"Phoenix Dance for nine days. ”

Lu Shen said seriously: "This is not the name of the sword spectrum, this is the name of the move, it's just that someone has broken it down into so many moves." ”

The autumn wind blows, and the cliff is silent.

Shen Mohuang was so shocked by this news that he didn't even discern the truth of his words, and subconsciously answered, "Why did that person do this?"

Lu Shen thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Maybe that person thinks it's too complicated, and I'm afraid that people in the future will be too stupid to understand?"

....

Shen Mohuang deserved to be Shen Mohuang, readjusted his emotions in a short period of time, and then looked at Lu Shen with complicated eyes.

Lu Shen turned a blind eye, and then said: "With your talent, as long as you figure this out and remove the unnecessary part of the sword spectrum, you will naturally be able to see the true meaning." ”

"Why do you know such a thing?"

Shen Mohuang's face was puzzled.

This kind of thing was already considered the most important secret of the Sword Pavilion, and she could even be sure that even her master didn't know about it.

The Sword Immortal Nine Styles suddenly appeared in the Four Forms, and if this news spreads, God knows what kind of turmoil it will cause on the mainland.

Lu Shen didn't answer, and there was still a strange look on his face.

He had forgotten many things, including the Nine Swords he had created out of boredom many years ago.

If it hadn't been for Shen Mohuang bringing it up, he would have even forgotten about it, just like just now, he finally determined this matter after reading the Nange Sword Spectrum.

Sword moves weren't something important to him, so it was hard for him to take them to heart.

And if he didn't have the sword spectrum, he wouldn't be able to remember the other five styles.

Shen Mohuang saw a look on Lu Shen's face that wanted to speak and stopped, and said, "I won't tell others." ”

Lu Shen retracted his thoughts, did not explain, and said: "If you are bored with practice, you can look up and take a look, it is beneficial." ”

Shen Mohuang didn't care about this sentence, he just looked at the sword spectrum in his hand, and his eyes exuded a strange brilliance.

Lu Shen shook his head and smiled.

What a little sword idiot.

PS: Thank you for your tips and encouragement and support, thank you very much. ”

PS1: I wanted to say it for a long time, but every time I send out a chapter, I forget it... Ashamed. ”

PS2: The book is slow to heat, but I will try to write it better.