Maybe it's because of the black broken sword, or maybe it's because of Anning's desire for freedom and love for life.

The sword mound in the mountain behind the Sword Pavilion was reopened, and there was a sea of swords on the top of the grass house, covering the sky and the sun, so it was not spectacular.

Thousands of peerless old swords, which were once familiar to people or unknown to people, have turned into dragons and reappeared in the world.

The body of the Ten Thousand Swords kept flashing with light, and the Ten Thousand Dao Swords were ten thousand scales.

At the same time, the sword qi rose from the ground, straight through the clouds, and lasted for a long time.

This magnificent vision naturally attracted many Sword Pavilion disciples to watch early.

A lot of people had already gathered in front of the grass hut on the top of the cliff.

The tall and thin man with a heavy sword on his back was surrounded by many flying swords brought by An Ning early in the morning, chattering, and his attitude was particularly intimate.

On the other side, the fat man carrying the hammer was full of red light, and he couldn't help but hold the black iron hammer in his hand, looking at the sea of swords in the sky, and looking at the material styles of various flying swords.

The one holding the carving knife was completely immersed in Zhou Tian's sword sea, obsessively feeling the trajectory of ten thousand flying swords, and at the same time pointing and drawing with the carving knife in his hand.

In addition, Nanban, who was at the forefront of Yi Chong, was particularly excited, and she wantonly kneaded An Ning's face and shouted:

"Eh... This sea of swords is made by you?Come on, come on, my sister will give you fruit to eat, and you will give me another one~"

An Ning grinned for a while, wanting to struggle but really couldn't resist the lively enthusiasm in front of him.

Crispy covered her mouth and laughed in a low voice.

And Yi Li reluctantly patted the big umbrella in his hand, came to Nanban's side, and stretched out his hand to persuade: "Na, little senior sister, you see that An Ning's child has just come back, and he is covered in injuries, so let him go to rest first." ”

Nanban turned around and rolled his eyes at Di Li.

"What's the little sister! Call me the senior sister, just the senior sister! What small words to add?"

Then Nanban jumped up directly, and without saying a word, he reached out and patted Di Li's head.

"Tell me about you, just go out and make trouble for the Sword Pavilion all day long... I got into trouble and was beaten back... If you can't beat others, forget it, remember to bring your senior sister and me next time..."

Nanban was patting his head with great interest, while educating this "disobedient" little junior brother.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yuan had been silently staring at her every move.

So just as Nanban was speaking more and more happily, a stern voice suddenly came from behind him.

"The good don't teach the bad..."

"Nanban, you won't be allowed to drink a sip of wine next month!"

Nanban was suddenly taken aback, and when she looked back, she saw Gu Yuan standing straight on the edge of the pool, glancing at her indifferently.

She snorted indignantly: "Old man, you are amazing, you have the ability, don't ask me for wine next time..."

However, Gu Yuan turned a blind eye to the threat of the Nanban, he turned around, looked through the crowd, stared into An Ning's eyes and said, "Child, now you have a sword in your hand..."

"But it's a pity it's a broken sword, so would you..."

"Do you want to practice with my Sword Pavilion?"

An Ning's ears roared violently.

Practice, this is the first time he has heard this strange and familiar word?

At the earliest, it was Di Li who sent him an invitation and asked him if he would like to practice, but he didn't have time to answer.

Later, with one person, one umbrella and two swords, he faced the wind and snow alone, and behind him was the bowl of chicken soup, as well as him and crispy.

Later, he came to this place where there were almost the most sword weapons and the heaviest sword intent in the whole world, and he was inexplicably thrown off the cliff, and he did not stop all night, and passed through thousands of sword formations, awakening this sea of swords.

The black short stick in his hand also turned into a black broken sword.

He has been adrift for more than ten years, and he has experienced changes in the hearts of the world.

Finally, on this day and night, I saw the most elegant mountain immortal in the world.

And when the word "cultivation" appeared in front of him again.

He looked around, first seeing Di Li nodding at him, and then the overwhelming sea of swords high above.

Crispy stood quietly beside An Ning, and it wasn't until An Ning looked down that she saw a pair of clear eyes.

In his eyes, there was a young man with a black broken sword, and outside his eyes, there was a girl who firmly followed him.

An Ning finally looked at the cottage.

In the dark, the black broken sword in his hand seemed to have an invisible traction with the old man lying in the grass.

So he finally knelt down heavily in front of the grass house, raised the black broken sword in the air with both hands, bowed his head and was silent.

On the side, Gu Yuan seemed to have expected that the small seal of the palm law would fly up and announce the surroundings.

A solemn voice suddenly resounded in everyone's hearts: "Respectfully invite the Sword Pavilion, the teacher is in order, I am in charge of the law Gu Yuan, and the head of the sect will accept An Ning as a disciple..."

"Inherit the main peak of the sword, replace it with the three hundred and sixty-first generation of the Sword Pavilion..."

"Following the position of the ancestors, inheriting the elder uncle..."

Here, it is revealed to the world. ”

So at that moment, almost all the mountain sects in the entire world, as well as the major unknowable places, understood that the Sword Pavilion had accepted a new disciple in this generation.

Moreover, this disciple is the head of the Sword Pavilion.

Hasn't the head of the Sword Pavilion been born for many years!

The major sects were shocked, and the files were scattered, and they began to collect the origin of this new generation of Sword Pavilion junior uncle, "An Ning"...

Before the grass house, everyone was silent, but there was a sense of relief in their eyes when they looked at Anning.

Nanban once again took the lead in front of An Ning, deliberately pretending to be an elder's reserved appearance, and said to An Ning in a decent manner: "Ahem, you are the disciple of the third senior brother of the head of the family, the new generation of junior uncles of the Sword Pavilion, well, next time you see me, I will call my aunt and grandmother, I know!"

Then she quickly stuck to An Ning's left cheek, and whispered: "But in private, you still have to call my sister when you see me!"

So Nanban first pretended to threaten a few times, then pinched An Ning's cheek vigorously, and walked out with a smile on his face.

Di Li changed his usual joking appearance, and he came to An Ning with the solar term box in one hand, just as he was about to speak.

A crane chirped overhead.

The white clothes were disturbed.

The Holy Maiden floated to the ground, and the first time she came to the top of the cliff, she first bowed politely to An Ning slightly, and said indifferently: "I have seen the new generation of Little Mr. of the Sword Pavilion. ”

An Ning panicked for a while, but before he could return the salute, the holy woman walked straight in front of Di Li.

The white veil masked her face and slowly fell.

Revealing a delicate and white face, an emotionless indifferent voice sounded: "Are you awake?"

Di Li sighed inadvertently, held the big umbrella in his arms, and greeted with a smile: "I haven't had time to say thank you yet." ”

The Holy Maiden stared at her eyes and said silently, "Is it just thank you?"

Then she turned her back to the white crane, and the white crane flapped its wings and wanted to leave.

As soon as he held the solar box, the umbrella was opened, and he tried to put on a casual look, and said a little unnaturally:

"Let's talk?"