Guarding the two small cups of rice wine in front of Ning Yuan's grave, Gu Tiannan sat in the back mountain of the mountain wind hunting for a whole day.

During this period, Gu Fan only said one sentence, "I bother Miss Cangxue to take care of the inferior on her behalf", and then took Zhao Tianyang and Wang Dameng back to Zixiao Palace.

Ling Cangxue had imagined countless times in the past two years about the beautiful scene after reuniting with Gu Tiannan after a long absence, but unexpectedly, there were unforeseen circumstances, and the two of them, who should have been in love with me and infinitely warm, were now shrouded in the deep haze of Ning Yuan's death.

Five days before Gu Tiannan returned to the mountain, Lin Yuehua's lion skull returned to Dongting Mountain with Ning Yuan, who was dead of anger, and the disciples of Hongxuanzong who were guarding the Xuanyue Gate saw that the lion's horsehair was dyed dark red with blood, but Ning Yuan on horseback had a peaceful face, as if he had a wish.

The "Kaiyang Sword" in the "Seven Swords of Hongxuan" broke the blade of the rivers and lakes, which not only made the hearts of more than 5,000 disciples of the Hongxuan Sect shocked, but also made the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty explode.

Which master ate the bear's heart and leopard's guts and dared to provoke the first ancestor of the Taoist family, Hong Xuanzong? Could it be that the six major factions of the Demon Sect that were driven out of the Central Plains by Yehong Tianzun with one person and one sword were secretly seeking revenge?

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and rumors about the rivers and lakes that had been silent for a long time arose, and they were very noisy.

Some said that Ning Yuan fought with more than 200 Demon Sect disciples, and finally died of 9981 sword wounds in his body; some said that Ning Yuan was confused by the Demon Sect Demon Girl, and there were 7749 kinds of poison in his body, and finally he bled to death in the 7749 senses.

The news of Ning Yuan's death caused a lot of waves in the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but Hong Xuanzong's reaction was extraordinarily calm.

On the second day of Ning Yuan's corpse returning to the mountain, his mentor was Gu Tiannan's third master ancestor Chongyang Tianzun, who rode down the mountain alone, and the rest of Hongxuanzong and the rest of the people were still in order, practicing swords when they should practice swords, and they should be enlightened.

It is said that Chongyang Tianzun's mount is still the lion skull of the horse carrying Ning Yuan back to the mountain, and even the blood stains on the horse's mane have not been brushed clean.

The children of the rivers and lakes are not as particular as the big families, Ning Yuan's funeral is simple, and all the major sects that came to mourn that day were all stopped in front of Xuanyue's door with euphemism.

Ling Cangxue did not follow her father Ling Daosheng to the Little Lotus Peak to watch the ceremony, she hid in the Xuannu Hall and practiced the sword all day, it seemed that only practicing the sword could make her forget life and death.

At this moment, Ling Cangxue looked at Gu Tiannan, who was saddened in front of Ning Yuan's grave, and couldn't help but hold his hand, although Gu Tiannan could feel the soft and warm slender jade hand of the beautiful woman, there was no trace of tenderness and honey in his heart.

Ling Cangxue leaned on Gu Tiannan's shoulder as if she were leaving, secretly praying that she would not be separated from him again.

As for dying goodbye, Ling Cangxue is not afraid, if there is really such a day, she must die with him.

Until the sunset was slanting westward, and the Little Lotus Peak was in the twilight, Gu Tiannan glanced at Gu Fan's Huanchen sword inserted in the loess, he stood up and slowly pulled out the scabbard, and gently brushed the blade of the sword with two fingers, and the cold air invaded the skin, this is really a good thing to take people's lives.

In front of Gu Tiannan's horizontal sword, two jars of rice wine were wrapped in Xiao Seqiuyi and sharp sword qi, and the sharp blade of the Huanchen Sword was slowly sprinkled in front of Ning Yuan's grave.

"Uncle Shi, this hatred has been written down by the apprentice! No matter who he is, Tiannan will definitely take off his head!"

The wine enters the Yellow Spring, and the sword qi is full of autumn.

Gu Tiannan poured out the dust and returned to Zixiao Palace along the rugged mountain road without looking back.

After bidding farewell to Ling Cangxue at the gate of the front hall, Gu Tiannan saw a group of Dongcang Pavilion disciples who had finished their evening classes as soon as he entered Zixiao Palace.

Regardless of age, the ranking of Hongxuanzong disciples is about the early or late entry.

Among the fifty or sixty disciples of Dongcang Pavilion, the oldest was a white-haired old man who was nearly seventy years old, and there were five or six twilight old men with gray sideburns. For them, the main intention of coming to Hongxuanzong to cultivate and practice swords is to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives, rather than to crisscross the rivers and lakes and make a name for themselves.

Hongxuan Sect has strict rules, don't look at Gu Tiannan is two or three years younger than the white-haired old man's grandson, but all the disciples of Dongcang Pavilion, no matter who they are, have to shout "Senior Brother" in a proper manner when they see Gu Tiannan.

This group of Dongcang Pavilion disciples saw that the affinity and debauchery on Gu Tiannan's face on weekdays had turned into cold and solemn, and after bowing and saluting, no one dared to come forward to talk, only Zhao Tianyang came over with a sweat on his head and said, "Senior brother, you have drunk the wind all day in the back mountain, why don't you go to the apse with me to eat something first?"

Gu Tiannan smiled and asked, "What about Master?"

Zhao Tianyang raised his hand to wipe his sweat and replied, "You are not here, the master personally came to test the sword moves of the school, he just left, it seems that he went to the Hidden Immortal Rock." ”

Yinxian Rock is one of the 36 rocks of Dongting Mountain, and it is said that Yin Rail, who was personally taught the Tao Te Ching by Taishang Laojun 2,000 years ago, once practiced in retreat here.

There are five large stone halls on the Hidden Immortal Rock, which have not been polished and carved by craftsmen since ancient times, so there is a sense of magic that ordinary pavilions and pavilions do not have.

In the main hall of these five stone halls, there are two stone carved statues, one is the "Sun Star King" and the other is the "Taiyin Star King".

Behind the statue, there are seven vertical and seven horizontal forty-nine ancient seals, no one knows what these ninety-eight ancient seals mean, what they represent, the disciples of Hongxuanzong call it "Yin Rail Heavenly Book".

After Yehong Tianzun opened his sect in Yunmeng Cave Garden, he also deliberately pondered these ninety-eight ancient seals when he visited the Hidden Immortal Rock, and also collected many unique Taoist ancient books, but he found nothing.

Since then, Qingce Tianzun and Chongyang Tianzun have also retreated in the Hidden Immortal Rock, and they also can't understand this "Yin Rail Heavenly Book".

Later, no one in the Hongxuan Sect cared about this mysterious and mysterious "Yin Rail Heavenly Book", and the Hidden Immortal Rock gradually became deserted. Except for the disciples of Dongcang Pavilion who offered incense to the "Sun Star Monarch" and "Taiyin Star Monarch" on time, there were few human traces.

When Gu Tiannan walked to the Hidden Immortal Rock, Gu Fan was wiping the dust in front of the incense case, his movements were both careful and gentle.

Gu Tiannan said loudly: "Master, I want to learn the sword!"

Gu Fan didn't raise his head and said, "You learned sword with me at the age of seven, and you have been learning for twelve years. ”

Gu Tiannan straightened his spine and said loudly: "I want to learn sword intent! Learn the majestic "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" with sword intent!"

Gu Fan turned around, looked at Gu Tiannan's resolute eyes and said: "Sword intent is not learned, it is ten years of accumulation, it is the aura of the sword after swinging the sword ten thousand times, don't think that you are under the right time, place and people, you have accidentally used a small half-style prairie fire, and you have touched the threshold of sword intent! I tell you Gu Tiannan, you are still far away!"

Gu Tiannan said indifferently: "If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas." ”

Gu Fan smiled: "The bitterness of sword practice, you are willing to eat, can you eat?"

Gu Tiannan stared down at the Huanchen Sword in his hand, and said slowly word by word: "Nine deaths, no regrets!"

Gu Fan's expression was unwavering, and he walked to the gate of the stone hall with his hands behind his back before dropping a sentence: "Tomorrow, I will wait for you here." ”

Gu Tiannan let out a long breath and looked up at the stone carved statues of "Sun Xingjun" and "Taiyin Xingjun" in a daze.

Gu Fan sighed and said helplessly: "Come back to Zixiao Palace with me for dinner first, your master and mother have been waiting for you for a day!"

At that time, Yunmengze was cold and the moon was in the sky, the night of Dongting Mountain was as cold as water, and Gu Tiannan in Zixiao Palace was lying on the bed tossing and turning.

Gu Tiannan's difficulty in falling asleep was not because of the departure of Chu Fengming, the dead sparrow, but because the cause of Ning Yuan's death lingered in his mind all the time, making him feel like numbness.

Gu Tiannan vaguely always felt that Ning Yuan's death had a lot to do with him, and he clearly remembered that before Ning Yuan left Wenyang City, he repeatedly warned himself not to say anything about resisting the thunder that night, otherwise he would be killed.

"The scourge of killing, the scourge of killing......" Gu Tiannan held the back of his head with both hands and muttered to himself.

This night, lying on the bed tossing and turning, it was not only Gu Tiannan who could not sleep, but also Lu Yunqing, the second son of the Lu family in the North Pavilion.

Lu Yunqing has locked himself in the room since he returned to Immortal Peak, and the doors and windows are closed. Even the disciples of Hongxuanzong did not show up for the sword practice every day regardless of the wind, frost, rain and snow, which was the first time for Lu Yunqing, who had been on the mountain for seven years.

Since he took charge of the retreat of the Qing Ce Tianzun, Ling Daosheng, the master of the Northern Hell Pavilion, has been dealing with the complicated affairs of the Hongxuan Sect on his behalf, although he is not able to manage all the opportunities, he is also physically and mentally exhausted.

Lu Yunqing originally thought that after Ling Daosheng returned to the Immortal Peak Jingle Palace, he would ask the senior to come forward and limit the number of times that junior sister Ling Cangxue went to Little Lotus Peak, and it was best not to have any more dealings with Gu Tiannan, who had suffered a thousand cuts. If Ling Daosheng's face was embarrassed, it was a big deal to let his father's official Shangshu Lu Qi personally repair a book, but he didn't have to say it explicitly, and mention a few words between the lines, how could this matter be unreasonable?

But Lu Yunqing waited until the end of the day, and he didn't see Ling Dao rising back to the Immortal Peak, but Ling Cangxue hummed a small tune and bounced back to the Jingle Palace, missing the cold demeanor of the ice and snow beauties in the past.

Ling Cangxue's beautiful appearance has always been in Lu Yunqing's heart, he stared at the bronze leaky pot at the head of the bed, the mouth of the finely carved crane flowed clear water, and the continuous sound of water made Lu Yunqing anxious.

When the bronze figure on the bronze leaky pot pointed to the three o'clock, Lu Yunqing turned over and got out of bed, carefully tidied up his clothes, and took photos in the bronze mirror before pushing open the door and walking towards the front hall of Jingle Palace.

Ling Daosheng's living room is in the front hall of Jingle Palace, Lu Yunqing doesn't know how many times he has been here, and he can find it with his eyes closed, but in Ling Cangxue's boudoir on the west side of Ling Daosheng's room, Lu Yunqing has never stepped into half a step.

It was pitch black in Ling Daosheng's room, but Lu Yunqing still held on to a glimmer of hope, raised his hand and patted the door three times.

Just when Lu Yunqing shook his sleeves and was about to lean on the railing at the door to wait for Master Ling Daosheng to come back, Ling Cangxue's boudoir on the west side opened with a "squeak".