All rivers return to the sea, the trend of the times.

Yu Shu was inferior to Murong by several points in the way of the sword, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to catch Murong in a few moves.

Yu Shu finally found an opportunity to take the initiative to attack, and with a sword slash, he was blocked by Murong's [Dawn]. He found that his sword was like hitting a cotton ball, and his [Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea] was also guided to swim with Murong's sword.

He was frightened and immediately withdrew.

"What a fool you are!"

Murong, who was accused by Yu Shu, looked dazed.

Murong is a person who will not defend himself.

Zhuo Yang stood up to defend Senior Brother: "Where is my Senior Brother cheating! Don't you spew blood, okay!"

In front of everyone's eyes, anyone who splashes a basin of dirty water in their hands can cause suspicion.

Yu Shu Zhenzhen said: "The county wants you to be the sparring partner of a few of your Sword Sect disciples, so naturally I want you to take out the Sword Sect's ability to pass on your skills to learn from us." But your senior brother actually used the county lord's swordsmanship to deal with me, do you think he is cheating! The county lord is here, if I want to ask her for swordsmanship, I can do it at any time, and I still need to let your senior brother go into battle to practice with me!"

"This..."Zhuo Yang didn't know what to say back.

Murong beckoned to Yu Shu, "Come!"

He doesn't need An Shiqing's swordsmanship.

Yu Shu complained about him: "I think you are just painting a scoop based on a gourd." Although I don't know what method you used to block the connection between me and the sword spirit, I tell you, the county lord's sword technique is not so simple. ”

Murong's face turned red, as if he had a stomach full of words to say, but he couldn't open that mouth, but he held his cheeks high.

Lin Jianchi came over and knocked Yu Shu away.

With that quick tongue kung fu, it is better to have a few more moves with the disciples of the Sword Sect.

Lin Jianchi had long wanted to have a fight with Murong, the first disciple of the Great Grandmaster of the Sword Sect.

Today, when he finally had this opportunity, he pulled his sword out of the handle of the [Spirit Umbrella] for this purpose.

Since he entered the Qing Dynasty, it was the first time that he drew his sword.

Lin Jianchi's saber looks not only ordinary, but also very delicate, a bamboo sword with an emerald green body.

Only the hilt of the slub sword is a mahogany color that matches the color of the [Soul Umbrella].

Big red with big green, so beautiful and magical.

Yu Shu snatched back his position, and by the way, he took revenge on Lin Jianchi with his shoulder.

"I'm not done yet!

Zhuo Yang saw that there was one more person, and immediately stopped, "Where did you come from? I didn't see you in that pile of people just now!"

Lin Jianchi said, "I just came. ”

"Just come and get on, do you know how many people are waiting in line at the back!" Yu Shu knocked him back.

He bumped into it and withdrew himself.

Murong's opponent's position was immediately topped by someone.

Seeing that the position was occupied, Yu Shu was anxious.

"Hey, why are you grabbing me in front! I said I'm not done yet!"

As soon as he spoke, the fight had already started on the other side of his eyes.

He turned his head and complained to Lin Jianchi:

"Look at you, what kind of mess are you here to make!"

"That's a lot of talk!" Lin Jianchi complained to him.

Yu Shu argued: "What's wrong with me saying a few more words! People have a mouth, isn't it just for eating and talking!"

An Shiqing's voice sounded: "Take a good look." Among you who can beat him, I am afraid that after this day, I am afraid that he will not be his opponent. ”

Murong's sincerity was sufficient.

He rose to everyone's challenge.

Everyone sparred with each other, but they didn't take it too seriously.

The people who have been on the scene have shown some skills, and no one can guess it.

After the sun sets, everyone goes to the temple.

At the entrance of the temple, An Shiqing explicitly forbade others to enter.

She also showed enough sincerity to let Murong go in alone, and summoned the martial soul Peng Yu for him alone.

After summoning Peng Yu, An Shiqing left the temple and said to Zhuo Yang and the others:

"You are here to protect the Dharma for your senior brother. Before dawn, don't let anyone into the temple to disturb him. ”

Even if she didn't say so, Zhuo Yang and other Sword Sect disciples would do the same.

However, it is still more authoritative to have a county lord. She put out her words, if anyone dared to disobey, it was not only an enemy of the Sword Sect, but also an enemy of her.

After everyone's consent, Zhuo Yang and the other Sword Sect disciples opened an enchantment at the entrance of the temple.

The sound from the outside can't get in, and neither can the movement from the inside.

Qingtai also allocated a few masters to stay at the entrance of the temple to help Zhuoyang and them protect the Dharma for Murong.

After that, there was nothing else to do.

However, everyone wanted to see the eldest disciple of the Sword Sect come out of the temple for the first time.

If Murong Enlightenment succeeds, it will be a witness moment.

No one wants to miss out.

After dawn, there is a clear understanding.

But it's still early in the morning.

An Shiqing and Ling Xiao were in these two groups, and some of the members went back to the cave to rest first.

At night, Ling Xiao's sister Ling Yan climbed onto An Shiqing's bed and slept soundly.

An Shiqing stood at the entrance of the cave and watched the sky.

There is a vision in the sky tonight.

Last night the moon was magnificent, and there were many stars. And tonight, there is no moonlight, and there is no starlight.

The entire sky was pitch black, and not even a star could be seen.

The night was a little deeper.

There was a heavy fog around Xiaojun Mountain.

Mountain fog obscured the sky and became thicker and thicker.

Xie Liubin ran out of the cave next door and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw An Shiqing outside, but the tension and worry on his face did not diminish at all.

"County Lord, Ling Xiao he... Looks like I'm sick!"

Xiaoxiao is sick?

An Shiqing was surprised by this, and then focused his attention on the dense fog that was pressed into the valley little by little.

"There is a miasma in the fog, and I am afraid that life is ominous. An Shiqing's expression was full of worry. She turned around abruptly and handed over to Liubin, "You go next door to wake up the female disciples of the Hanxiang Ling Clan, and take them out of here with your cousin, and go to the temple to meet the others." ”

With that, An Shiqing strode into the cave next door.

In the cave, Qiao Song took good care of Ling Xiao, who suddenly had a high fever.

Xie Liubin chased in: "County Lord, what about you and Ling Xiao?"

"I stayed to take care of him. While speaking, An Shiqing sat on the edge of Ling Xiao's bed, put the back of his hand against his forehead, and probed his body temperature.

Ling Xiao had a high fever and his spiritual breath was in turmoil.

In a coma, he did not loosen his brows and clenched his teeth, as if he was in a nightmare, and as if he was at war between heaven and man.

Her eyebrows tightened a little.

Ling Xiao's situation was even worse than she had imagined.

An Shiqing took out a talisman and pasted it on his forehead, then pasted a talisman on each of his hands and feet, and finally pasted a circle of talismans on the side of the bed.

After she did this, Ling Xiao's condition improved a lot.

Seeing that Xie Liubin and Qiao Song were still around, An Shiqing raised his voice and urged them:

"Let's go!"

Qiao Song was still at a loss.

Xie Liubin came back to his senses and said to Qiao Song, "Cousin, let's take Ling Xiao's senior sister and sister to the temple. ”

Qiao Song looked at Ling Xiao lying on the bed, and then looked at An Shiqing who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He made a decision: "Cousin, I will stay and take care of the county lord and Ling Gongzi. ”

Xie Liubin hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's okay." I'll send them over and come back to you!"

Xie Liubin went next door to wake up the two female disciples of the Hanxiang Ling clan and Ling Yan.

The two female disciples were okay, Ling Yan was dozing and couldn't get up.

Xie Liubin simply put her on his back.

A female disciple asked, "Little Master Xie, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Xie Liubin was nervous, "Let's go and meet up with the temple and everyone, something bad may happen next." ”

"What!?Is it a corpse thief!?"

"I don't know. Xie Liubin carried Ling Yan on his back and walked out, not forgetting to stare at the two female disciples. "Let's go faster. I'm going to have to find someone to pick up the county lord and my cousin. ”

When they left the cave, they realized that there was a heavy fog on Xiaojun Mountain.

In this case, it is difficult for them to discern the direction.

Fortunately, the road from the cave to the temple was the one they walked back and forth twice last night.

Then, halfway to the temple, there was a loud sound in the dark sky.

Shake the drum of the heart and draw out the fear in the depths of people's hearts.

Xie Liubin carried Ling Yan on his back and paused with the two female disciples.

The two female disciples were obviously frightened, and their faces turned a little pale.

Xie Liubin swallowed strongly, emboldening himself, but he still revealed nervousness when talking to them:

"Let's go!"

At that moment, something fell from heaven and stopped them on their way.

The night was like ink, and the mountain fog was like a barrier to block the view.

They could feel something in front of them, but they couldn't see what it was.

Xie Liubin pulled out [Zhaoyun] without hesitation.

He stared ahead, even though he couldn't see anything but darkness.

"Follow me, don't get separated!"

He was obviously speaking to the two female disciples on the left and right.

A female disciple shouted into the darkness ahead, "Who is here?"

However, they received no response.

Another female disciple trembled and proposed, "Little Master Xie, should we go back to the cave first?"

"No!" Xie Liubin resolutely disagreed, "We can't lead this thing over!" Ling Xiao is sick, the county lord has not cultivated, and my cousin is not well. It's better for them to hide. ”

Xie Liubin dragged Ling Yan with his back, freed his hand, and shot a fire talisman forward.

The fire talisman burned in the air, emitting a bright light, reflecting a dark shadow in the shadows of the fog.

"It's a ghost!"