Seven figures, rushing down the Nu River, stepped on the back of this big snake, all the way downstream, and finally arrived at the Jianhua Sect.

At the foot of the foot, there was a ruin, the ruins of the wall were scattered in the barren grass, and there were even pheasants and wild dogs, and there was no one around.

After the war, the original No. 1 cultivation sect in the Nujiang River has now become a barren mountain and a wild mound, and there is paper money that has not yet been burned out from the collapsed hall, adding a bit of sadness to this miserable scene.

The pomp and circumstance were not there, seeing things and thinking about people, their hearts seemed to be pressed by a mountain, dull and breathless, and their faces were full of sadness.

The Master of the Dead Wood, the first of the six major seats, more than a dozen elders, and seven hundred disciples, all buried under this ruin, let the wind and rain blow, and the beasts gnawed at them. The entire Sword Huazong escaped from a few of their unscrupulous disciples.

"I hereby swear that I will live for the Sword Huazong for the rest of my life. Tang Huo'er muttered, slowly knelt in the weeds, sobbing on the ground, unable to cry.

"I hereby swear that I will live for the Sword Huazong for the rest of my life. Wan Zhongliu, Ximen Xiu, Xiao Qianqiu, Jin Xiaoyuan, and Nangong Rou knelt behind Tang Huo'er and wept silently.

The Deadwood Throne and the Six Great Masters, with their lives, in exchange for their stealing lives, they will spend their lives to repay the Sword Hua Sect. Only in this way can we live up to the grace of the teacher.

"Small belly, get on your knees. Tang Huo'er snorted lightly.

"Oh. Du Mu pursed his lips, knelt behind the six people according to his words, and said loudly: "I, Du Mu, swear to follow Senior Sister Huo'er to the death, and will defend the dignity of Senior Sister Huo'er with my life, no matter who it is, as long as I hurt Senior Sister Huo'er in the slightest, I am my enemy of life and death." Zhan Yan said: "Senior Sister Huo'er, can I get up?"

Tang Huo'er's eyes showed grief, and he said in a low voice: "Master, Master Deadwood, disciple Tang Huo'er, this life will live up to your expectations, let me Jianhua, famous in this world." ”

The six of them followed her three times and bowed nine times before they stood up.

"Hehe, I said you've been watching from the side for so long, aren't you going to get out. Du Mu looked forward, staying on top of a collapsed hall, behind the remains, there was a cyan figure, like a tanuki lurking under the root of the wall.

That person's cultivation is actually not weak, he is actually a little master of the third realm of Dongxuan, and he is eavesdropping on the behavior of a few people with his ears sideways. Du Mu noticed this person for a while, and seeing that he had the same sadness, he shouldn't be like a person with malicious intentions.

When that person heard Du Mu's reprimand, he didn't show up, and he became more careful, even his heartbeat was still, and his breath was completely gone, as if he was one with the ruins.

"Hey, don't hide, I've found you, come out quickly. Du Mu kicked a stone at the man's hiding place with his toes, and the stone drew an arc, bypassing the broken wall, and with a snap, it landed between the man's feet.

The man was taken aback, he didn't expect him to be so careful, and he was still spotted by the other party, so he slowly stood up, hung a sign on the scabbard, and stretched out from behind the wall.

"This is the brand of the Sword Huazong. Tang Huo'er was the first to recognize the brand, a little excited, he couldn't imagine that after the collapse of the Jianhua Sect, there were still people alive, and said, "I'm Tang Huo'er, which junior brother is inside?"

It wasn't until Tang Huo'er reported his identity that the man slowly walked out from behind and said, "Senior Sister Huo'er, don't come unharmed." ”

This is a young man of a young age, twenty-six or seventeen years old, with a resolute face, sharp edges and corners, and a white green robe, which sets off his slender body, straight and straight, not afraid of wind and thunder.

"Are you...... Laughing at the sky, laughing at Senior Brother?" Tang Huo'er's face was full of surprise.

"It's me. The young man smiled, let his guard down, and walked over.

"Laughing at the sky, the first disciple of the outer sect last session?" Du Mu was slightly surprised.

In the eyes of the outer disciples of the Jianhua Sect, he is definitely a legend, an unattainable mountain, he was picked up by the foreign elder Nan Yiping at the age of five, and won the title of the first in the outer gate at the age of thirteen, but unfortunately he finally challenged Wan Zhongliu and lost a move, and finally left the mountain gate to go out to practice, and vowed not to break through the dust realm and never return to the Jianhua Sect, this walk is more than ten years, there is no information, even Nan Yiping thinks that he has fallen outside, and he can't imagine that he will see you again in this situation.

Tang Huo'er said happily: "Senior Brother Xiao, it's really you, I didn't expect you to be alive." ”

"It's just a fluke, but I really can't imagine it, I just came back and saw this scene, how could it be like this? I hate it, I didn't live and die with the Jianhua Sect......" The smile was full of bitterness, and a line of hot tears came out of his eyes, rolling down.

A sentence of luck to live lightly brought thirteen years of sadness.

Seeing each other at the same door, it is naturally another parting. He was only thirteen years old when he left the Jianhua Sect, which was the age of rebellion, at that time there was only the Six Heavens of the Shedding, and now thirteen years have passed, and he has entered the third realm of Dongxuan, and it is absolutely impossible for the Jianhua Sect to have this achievement, it can be seen that he must have suffered a lot, and he should have had a lot of opportunities.

"Senior Brother Xiao, your cultivation is above us, Senior Brother, I think I am inferior. Wan Zhongliu knew that the reason why the other party would leave the mountain gate was because he was holding his breath when he lost, and he took the initiative to accept defeat to resolve this gap.

"The Sword Hua Sect is no longer there, what's the point of talking about it now. The smile was shocking and his tone was low.

He was arrogant, disobedient to others, and left here with a breath, after many years, he came back with the posture of the third realm of Dongxuan, just to fight for breath, however, the moment he saw the ruin of the Sword Hua Sect, that breath was gone in an instant, and all that was left was full of pain.

He brought paper money from the bottom of the mountain to pay tribute to the deceased master, and sat alone in this ruined wall, crying bitterly for three days and three nights. He felt very stupid and stupid, forgetting the master's nurturing grace, and even forgetting the cultivation of the sect for him, which made his heart like a knife and painful.

When he thought that he was a lonely ghost, Tang Huo'er and the others appeared, but he didn't dare to recognize him immediately, because after all, after so much time had passed, who else in the Sword Huazong would remember him.

However, it is gratifying to him that he has been laughing and walking away for many years, and he has not been forgotten by the people here, and there are still people who remember him. Xiao Qianqiu learned about the fall of the Jianhua Sect from the same door, and when he heard that the masters had broken their cultivation for the Jianhua Sect, he looked up to the sky and roared, hugged his head and cried.

"The Sword Huazong has not died out, and from today onwards, it will reappear in front of the world. Du Mu's gaze traveled through time and space, crossed the bloody wilderness, and stayed in the prosperous world, and his tone was sonorous and powerful.

Tang Huo'er clenched his fists and said, "What I lost, I, Tang Huo'er, will get it all back, and the old lady will return the damage left to us a hundredfold thousand." ”

With a shocking smile, this former first disciple of the outer gate, his eyes were like swords, he swept past the people in front of him one by one, looked at Du Mu a few more times in surprise, and nodded heavily.

After some discussion, it was decided to clean up the ruins, collect the wreckage, and then rebuild the mountain gate.

In a big war, everything here has changed, the dry bones under the barren mound are messy, and they can't distinguish their identities at all, they can only judge whether they are disciples or elders through their portable weapons, and finally sort out two piles of bone mountains, one large and one small. As for Deadwood and the others, they didn't even find a fragment of a treasure.

The rebuilding of the Jianhua Sect was not an overnight effort, and eight people cleaned up the ruins after more than a month of cleaning.

There were no manpower, eight people did it themselves, and they did it themselves.

If there are no mountain stones, then take local materials and dig tens of thousands of boulders from Nu Mountain as the cornerstone of the sect.

There was no timber to build a house, and large trees were cut down.

After three months of Jingwei reclamation and ant moving cramming, a square was first completed, and then ten wooden houses were built on the side. This is the first image of the Jianhua Sect after it was broken.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a cult of cultivation, but more like a huge open-air threshing floor. However, Tang Huo'er didn't feel anything wrong, a powerful sect could not rise from the ground, only the blue wisps of the road could enlighten the mountains and forests.

Every stone and wood here was completed by their own hands, without using a trace of Yuan Force, it was all manual work, they poured sweat, and laid a solid foundation for the Sword Huazong with their own hands.

For the eight people, this is even more of a practice, a paranoid practice. This practice has nothing to do with strength, but only about the obsession in the heart.

Finally, a human-high mountain stone stood on the mountainside, and Tang Huo'er took a sword and carved three big characters on it: Jianhuazong.

A mountain gate was erected like this, which looked like a joke, but Tang Huo'er was extremely serious in doing it, and there was an expression called divine on his resolute face.