Wang Jingmeng looked at this big stone silently for a long time.

Any sword mark would carry the emotions of the person at the time.

All the sword marks that fell on this stone were full of enthusiasm, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and joy.

All these sword marks are telling Gu Liren's satisfaction.

It seemed to tell the world that he had recruited a disciple who was so satisfying to him.

Others can't understand the emotions in this sword mark, but he can.

Some people have been together for many years, but they are still like strangers, because they can't really go into the depths of each other's hearts, and they can't know what the other person really thinks and really emotions.

Just as few people can see the emotions in the sword marks, few people can understand his emotions at this time.

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan couldn't understand at first, how could a person like him, who had only been in contact with Gu Liren for a long time, have the same emotions as those disciples who had followed Shizun for many years.

Knowing each other has nothing to do with time.

"I'm afraid you'll have to watch it for me for a few more years. ”

He raised his head, saluted Nangong Sedum beside him again, and then said softly.

Nangong Sedum didn't fully understand the meaning of his words at first, but looking at his gaze, he understood that the other party was not incomprehensible, but just out of the problem of the cultivation realm, he couldn't fully comprehend it for a while, let alone master this sword intent.

So his own eyes soon lit up.

"Good. He replied with great simplicity.

"Let's go. ”

Wang Jingmeng stepped on the mountain road.

When he walked towards the mountain gate of the Bashan Sword Field, a wind suddenly rose in the Bashan Sword Field.

Countless clusters of naturally rippling breaths collided with each other, rattling the leaves and splashing some droplets of water in all directions.

"This is our own business in Bashan Sword Field. ”

A middle-aged cultivator appeared at the gate of the Bashan Sword Field, and he said a little apologetically to Qi Hanshan, Yun Tang and the others, "So they can go in, but I'm afraid you will have to wait......

"Who said they couldn't go in. ”

Before the middle-aged cultivator's words could be finished, he was interrupted by Wang Jingmeng's voice.

Wang Jingmeng saluted the middle-aged cultivator, and said calmly and coldly: "Who has the final say in the Bashan Sword Field now? If Master Yu has the final say, he will definitely not turn the Cloud Palace Lord and Senior Qi out of the mountain gate. ”

The middle-aged cultivator was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed deeply, he didn't expect that this young man he had seen for the first time would have such an attitude, he was a little angry, and said, "Your master was killed by someone, and now many things are unclear, so naturally you have to find out first." ”

"Rules are rules, and anyone in the Bashan Sword Field needs to follow the rules of the Bashan Sword Field. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked directly into the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator and said, "Since many things are not clear, before they are clear, it should still be Master Yu who is in charge, as for you who are not at ease with Master Yu, and say that you want to find out, then naturally I will investigate, and these things should be decided by me." In the entire Bashan Sword Field, I am the only one who is Gu Liren's disciple who said to the world, no one is closer to him than me, my master is dead, and his future affairs are naturally the most qualified for me. ”

The middle-aged cultivator was silent.

Because what Wang Jingmeng said was the truth.

He had no reason to refute.

Yun Tang smiled faintly.

She smiled with undisguised pride.

"You guys are waiting outside, and Qi Hanshan and I will go in. She said to the rest of the cultivators in the Cloud Water Palace.

Wang Jingmeng entered the Bashan Sword Field for the first time.

Many Dao figures appeared on the path in the forest.

They all heard Wang Jingmeng's voice clearly at the gate of the mountain, and for some reason, they all felt that Wang Jingmeng was very similar to Gu Liren.

A man with short hair in a green shirt appeared on the mountain road facing Wang Jingmeng and others.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng and Yuntang behind Wang Jingmeng, his eyes were full of emotion.

He is Yu Zuochi.

"This is Uncle Yu. ”

Yan Xinlan whispered behind Wang Jingmeng.

"Uncle Yu. ”

Wang Jingmeng bowed seriously.

In fact, there is no need for Yan Xinlan to say, he has already guessed who this person is.

He is a disciple of Gu Liren, and the Bashan Sword Field is his sect, and the sect is the home for cultivators.

But the cultivator at the gate of the mountain didn't give him the feeling of returning home.

Only when he saw Yu Zuochi and looked at his gaze did he have such a feeling.

"Thank you. ”

Yu Zuochi returned the salute and said softly with emotion.

Everyone present understood what he meant by his thanks.

It is King Xie's belief and King Xie's emotion towards Gu Liren.

"You're here anyway. ”

Yu Zuochi's gaze fell on Yun Tang, and he couldn't help but smile.

"So it's easy to make mistakes if you talk too much. ”

Yun Tang looked at Yu Zuochi, who had extremely complicated emotions, and looked at Yu Zuochi, who even had some shyness in her smile, she smiled slightly and said, "Let's see if you dare to talk so much with the Jinghu Sword Meeting." ”

"But it's really good-looking, it's really good-looking, it's still good-looking. Yu Zuochi smiled, his smile became really brighter.

Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhujiu secretly glanced at each other.

Both of them felt that Yu Zuochi and Yun Tang seemed to be flirting with each other....but they both thought that Yu Zuochi was not wrong.

Yuntang is really good-looking.

And in addition to being good-looking, she, the palace master of Yunshui Palace, can't help but be awe-inspiring in many places.

"It's emaciated. ”

Yun Tang restrained his smile and said, "I think too much." ”

Yu Zuochi shook his head, "Because I can't stop grieving." ”

"Let's go. ”

He took Wang Jingmeng's hand and took a deep breath.

His face instantly became resolute, with a sharp taste, "Let's send your master on his last journey together." ”

His hands were warm and strong.

But what Wang Jingmeng felt from his hand was a sense of unwaveringness.

He understood what Yu Zuochi had passed on to him at this time.

No one, anything, could stop him and Yu Zuochi from avenging Gu Liren.

The crystal water washed over the sword tower, splashing countless splashes.

There is a grass hut next to the sword tower, and the grass hut constantly exudes a cold air.

Qi Hanshan took a deep breath.

Although he has seen countless lives and deaths, and countless sad things, he still can't help but be sad when there is one less person in this world who is really close to him.

He saw Gu Liren's figure.

Gu Liren's body was in a lot of transparent ice.

Wang Jingmeng quietly walked in front of the extremely cold ice cube.

His hand landed on the ice.

His hands were cold.

Through these transparent ices, it was dimly impossible to see Gu Liren's face.

"Melt away. ”

He said softly to Yu Zuochi.

Before Yu Zuochi could speak, a division commander of the Bashan Sword Field in this grass house reminded Yu Zuochi softly, "The ice has been frozen for too long... If the seal is lifted, Senior Brother Gu's body will..."

"Melt away. ”

Wang's voice sounded again.

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