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Chapter 210: Uncle Shi

The sound of the piano disappeared, the air waves dissipated, and the wind blowing in the woods, the swaying trees, and the rattling branches and leaves of the trunks and leaves also fell silent with Yun Qiyou's sword.

In the darkness deep in the woods, after a long time, the hoarse and old voice came again, only four words.

"A sword. ”

Yun Qiyu's body fell into the grass on the periphery of the woods, she didn't rush into the woods immediately, the mysterious person in the woods, the high Taoism, the weirdness of the Taoism, is really the only one she has seen in her life.

I used to hear my teacher say that there is a spell in the world that can transform sound waves to attack others, but it has been lost for many years.

If she was not mistaken, the mysterious man in the woods used this strange spell to form a sonic wave, and in the face of this mysterious master, Yun Qiyou, who had always been cautious, immediately put on a defensive posture.

She said slowly, "Who is Your Excellency?"

In the dark woods, the mysterious man's old voice sounded again, but he didn't answer her words, but said: "The sword in your hand is to cut the dust, I didn't expect that the dust cut that Yu Jizi has treasured for two hundred years will be passed on to a young female disciple who is only in her twenties, your Taoism is indeed very high, and Yu Jizi's vision is still there, no wonder in the past few hundred years, Cangyun Gate has been well organized by him, and it has become more and more prosperous." ”

Yun Qiyou's eyes stared into the depths of the darkness, and he slowly asked again, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The mysterious man said slowly: "A Hongchen passer-by, it's not worth mentioning. ”

Yun Qi snorted coldly, his whole body was on guard, and he walked into the woods step by step.

The aborted piano sound sounded again, like a small bridge flowing water, warm and gentle, but Yun Qiyu's expression became more and more solemn.

In the sound of the piano, the mysterious man spoke: "You are here to find the young man named Ye Xiaochuan." ”

Yun Qiyou approached the source of the voice step by step, and said lightly: "Your Excellency knows quite a lot. ”

Mysterious human: "People are old, the old man always knows many things that young people don't know, the resentful couple of the three lives and the seventh life, this is the life of you and Ye Xiaochuan, and it is also the life of Wufeng and the dust, you are the seventh life, whether you can change your life against the sky, it depends on your ability." ”

Yun Qiyou stopped, his eyes were shining, and he said, "What did you say?"

The mysterious man seemed a little surprised, and said, "Why, when Yu Jizi passed on your Dust Cutting Divine Sword, didn't he tell you the secret of the Dust Cutting Divine Sword?"

Yun Qiyou's face changed rapidly, she really didn't know the origin of the slashing dust, but she knew that this sword was inherited by Cangyunzi, the first generation ancestor of Cangyunmen, and was given to the seventh disciple, Qingluan Fairy.

Back then, the Qingluan Fairy relied on this sword to defeat the Demon Sect Leader Yue's Yin, and since then, the Demon Sect has begun to fall apart, but when the Qingluan Fairy feathered, he once sealed the Dust Slashing Sword at the bottom of the cold ice pool of Cangyun Gate, and told him that until the moment of life and death of the sect, the disciples of later generations must not easily unlock the seal of the Divine Sword.

Eight hundred years ago, the strength of Cangyun Sect was greatly damaged, and in order to deter other sects, the head of Cangyun Sect and the Elder Sect at that time thought about it repeatedly, and unlocked the seal of cutting dust, please take out this sword.

But as for where the ancestor got the Dust Slashing Divine Sword, Yun Qiyou didn't know this, and once asked her mentor Jingshui Shitai, she also didn't know anything.

Until a month ago, Cangyun Fighting Technique was tested, Ye Xiaochuan came out with a strange divine weapon in his hand, every time Ye Xiaochuan's divine sword was unsheathed, Chopping Dust would obviously feel something, and even once, Chopping Dust couldn't hold it and rushed out of the scabbard.

Later, several times Yun Qiyou felt that his state of mind would be temporarily controlled by the Excalibur, and he felt a stream of sadness for no reason, and even shed tears uncontrollably.

Yun Qiyou suspected in his heart, but he was afraid that the mysterious divine weapon in Ye Xiaochuan's hand had an unknown story with his own dust cutting.

It wasn't until this moment, when he met this old man with a mysterious origin in the dense forest in the middle of the night, that he was sure that the bladeless sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand was indeed related to his own dust slashing sword.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank.

Since meeting Ye Xiaochuan, it seems that his state of mind has changed a lot unconsciously, and he has never been impressed by any man in the world, but this Ye Xiaochuan always seems to have made himself unforgettable.

The ethereal sound of the piano still came slowly, and the sound lingered, like an ignorant girl, standing under the peach blossom tree on the bank of the stream, looking into the distance, as if waiting for the return of her lover.

She looked up slowly, seeing no one in sight, only the sound of the piano.

She asked for the third time, "Who the hell are you?"

As if answering her question, a soft wind blew from the woods in the sound of the piano, the surrounding leaves made a rustling sound, Yun Qiyou looked up, and saw that the scenery in front of him had changed, in the middle of the pine forest, there was a very quiet pavilion, the wooden pavilion body, the thatched roof, it should be some years, it looked very dilapidated.

This pine forest is three or four miles northeast of Hanyang City, connecting Langya Mountain more than ten miles away, it is not a deep mountain old forest, and the thatched pavilion does not seem to be inhabited, just for people to rest and enjoy the coolness.

At this moment, in the thatched pavilion, a gray-haired old man was facing the clouds, and the faint sound of the piano sounded between his fingers, as if it was one with this night.

By the old man's side, he was also leaning on a broadsword three feet seven inches long, without a scabbard, and a faint cold light slowly flowed from the sword, and the spiritual power was compelling.

Women's swords are often two feet seven inches, and men are often three feet one inch, and this kind of three-foot-seven inch long sword is very rare.

This old man is the predecessor of Cangyun Gate, Yun Yazi, whom Ye Xiaochuan and Baili Kite once met by chance at the dock of West Wind City, and as for that long sword, it is naturally one of the three great divine soldiers of Cangyun Gate.

According to the seniority, it should be the highest in Cangyun Gate today, and Yu Jizi must respectfully call him uncle.

The old man Yun Qiyou saw, perhaps because she was a master of using swords, her gaze quickly fell on the long sword beside the old man.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, her expression changed instantly, and her mouth opened slightly, obviously very surprised.

She hesitated for a moment, but walked towards the thatched gazebo, but her eyes were always on the sword.

When she got closer, she stopped about a foot or so outside the thatched pavilion, and with the help of the moonlight, she finally saw the sword clearly.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the withered old man who was leisurely stroking the piano, and her cool eyes were full of light.

Then, she knelt down, held the sword in her left hand, bowed down in front of the old man, and said in a trembling voice: "Yun Qiyou, a disciple of Master Cangyun Jingshui, meet Uncle Yun." ”