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The long sword was placed horizontally on the marble table of the small courtyard armor, and the west sun regulated the sea of clouds into a sea of xia, reflecting on the narrow blade of the sword, and the ordinary long sword suddenly had a brilliant brilliance. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

Yu Zijian squinted his eyes, squatted beside the stone table, and looked directly at the sword.

The long sword was silent, motionless~

Yu Zijian stood up violently, the voice was clear as if it was in her ears, and it seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, she stood up, opened the door, and walked into the grassy path.

She was vast, as if she had fallen into a dream, involuntarily, involuntarily, as if something in her heart was calling to her.

The path twisted and turned several times before it suddenly opened up, but what was revealed in front of me was a ruined wall, like the ruins of an ancient city.

The stone pillars that support the main hall lie horizontally in the desolate leather, the hall has long collapsed, and the statue has been corroded by the wind and rain years, but it is still vaguely visible the glory of the past.

Is there such a place on Qingteng Mountain?

A trace of doubt arose in Yu Zijian's heart, and he forgot it in an instant.

The sunset gilded the ruins with a layer of bright red, and even the most insensitive and vulgar people could not help but sigh when they came here.

Walking among the ruins of this green leather that was about to be submerged, she gave birth to a feeling of returning to her hometown, like a princess in exile, this is her homeland.

Turning the hallway of nose stones entwined in vines, she suddenly stopped.

A small pond sits in a field of green trees, and the western glow is reflected on the water, dyeing it into a gorgeous face.

A man in Tsing Yi sat in a round stone by the pond, his young and emaciated face with stubble and sighs, and there was a kind of vicissitudes that can only be found in the old people who have read all the world. It is like a lonely king sitting on his collapsed throne, still reminiscing about the glory of the past and feeling sad about the decadence of the present.

He was fishing, not with a rod, but with a long sword, and he held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and a line of green silk fell straight from the tip of the scabbard, sinking into the still mirror-like water.

Yu Zijian didn't look at this scene, didn't look at this person, just looked at this sword, as if he was stupid, for no reason, he was sure in his heart that the graceful long groan he heard just now came from this sword.

"Have you ever seen this sword?" the man in Tsing Yi turned his face and looked at her, a little surprised.

Yu Zijian seemed to have suddenly woken up from a dream, looked around, and almost asked himself why he was here, and his expression was in a trance for a while: "I haven't seen it, you are not a disciple of Qingteng Mountain, right?"

Tsing Yi said: "No, are you?"

Yu Zijian said: "Me is not, you are a guest who was invited to the mountain, fishing is not allowed on the mountain!" "Since you are not a disciple of Qingteng Mountain, why bother with me?" "I forget it, you can fish, I want to go back, I won't disturb you fishing." "It's a little inappropriate for a lonely man and a widow to get along here, but his eyes don't leave the sword, and that familiar feeling is like seeing a bull giant when he first saw it.

Tsing Yi said: "Do you want to see it?"

"Is it okay?" Before Yu Zijian's words fell, the sword fell into her hand, heavy, and the wisp of green silk automatically entered the scabbard.

The scabbard is inky blue, generally because of its own face, and the other half is because of the deposition of time, the material is like jade and wood, and it is carved with exquisite patterns, which seems to be a silhouette of a city, but it is mutilated and broken.

"What's the name of this sword?" ”

Qiang~

Yu Zijian held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword with his backhand, and the familiar roar sounded in his ears for a long time. There was no trace of spiritual light, but the sword light seemed to include Changhong Qiushui.

"Good sword!"

The expression of the man in Tsing Yi was even more surprised and even shocked than when he saw Yu Zijian just now.

"I'm done, it's time for me to go. Yu Zijian put the sword back and reluctantly returned it to the people in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi stood up, "Can you wait for me here?" At this time, the afterglow on the horizon had begun to converge.

"No, I have something to do. Yu Zijian jumped away, and said in his heart, who are you, you want me to wait for you, what a weirdo!

"What's your name?"

"My name is Yu Zijian. Yu Zijian didn't reply.

"My name is Fu Qingjin. Yu Zijian had already come out of the ruins, entered the dense forest, and disappeared, Fu Qingjin's voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.

can step into and walk out of the Qingxu Fantasy Land at will, and can pull out the Qingxu Sword, what Elder Tianji said

...... ，

The first star shone brightly in the sky, and his gaze was as bright as a star.

The surrounding scene suddenly twisted and distorted like a mirage, disappearing and dispersing, only the pond was still there, reflecting the shade of the surrounding black sè trees.

Fu Qingjin looked beyond the heavy forest technique and looked at the main hall at the top of the mountain.

In the dark and dreary hall, there was only one lone lamp, illuminating the square inch of land, and the old men of the three mountains, sitting around the lone lamp, remembered the reminder of huā Chengzan, and did not dare to separate, lest they be broken by others.

Outside the main hall, the disciples of various factions were waiting, not to help, but to report to Huā Chengzan as soon as they heard the movement.

A flash of blue light, the old man of Sanshan suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed, they were in a ruin, with an endless night sky overhead, and the sky full of stars.

"When!" the old man was shocked.

"There are three people waiting here, which saves me a lot of trouble. ”

A voice came from behind him, and the three of them turned around at the same time, only to see a man in Tsing Yi walking down the high steps, young and old, lonely and noble.

The old man said, "You...... You are!"

"That huā commander should have told you!" Fu Qingjin said calmly, as if he was tired of even explaining the reason.

The three-day triangular combat force, although it is an old opponent for many years, it is also seamless to cooperate.

"I'm not here for the Three Mountains Foundation, and my mission is not to win over you. The old man of Sanshan breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

"However, it is better to win against you before acting, rest assured, I will not hurt you. The old man of Sanshan didn't have time to feel angry, and the sword light turned into ten thousand wisps of green silk and flew away.

A moment later, the old man of the three mountains walked out of the main hall, and the door of the temple closed tightly behind them.

"Master, do you still want to keep it?"

"No need, go down. The old man Qingteng said a little tiredly, and the three of them exchanged glances, which seemed to still have unresolved fear, and there was still a little sudden, no wonder Huā Chengzan wanted to come to inform him personally, that person's task turned out to be the Hidden Sword Palace, and it was as decisive as the legend. But if this is really done, then the world is in danger, and it is not alarmist.

The old man said: "Two, please go back and rest, get ready! ”

The deep crater, like a huge hollow eye, looked at the sky.

Nearly a thousand pairs of eyes, looking back at this giant eye, are full of excitement, longing, and fear.

The cold wind was howling, and it couldn't suppress the crowd, and everyone was talking.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the old man of the three mountains came to the side of the sinkhole surrounded by everyone.

The old man of Qingteng took the lead and opened the formation. Everyone vaguely saw that a film of light spread out.

The golden rooster old man's hand burst out with bright golden light, and the snow in the sinkhole smiled quickly. A dozen or so pitch-black openings were revealed, and these openings were the entrances to the medicine collection canon, leading to all parts of the underground.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and the sound of the wind was instantly covered.

The old man Qingteng cleared his throat: "All the Taoist friends gathered here, and went to the Three Mountains to collect medicine together, the old man and the two Taoist friends of the Golden Rooster Lonely Tomb, it is a great honor to ......" More than a dozen eagle wolf guards led by Wu Gen pierced between the scattered cultivation, constantly looking at the people beside them, as if to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to mix in the ceremony.

The disciples of the Three Mountains were divided into three groups, standing behind their respective heads, and then they were grouped into small groups.

Because of the success of the previous medicine collection ceremony, almost all the disciples of the Three Mountains were dispatched, and it was impossible for hundreds of Qi Refiners to move forward together, and when they encountered a fork in the road underground, they would naturally separate.

Yu Zijian was in the middle of the probe to probe her brain, and suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder, she hurriedly turned her head, and said in surprise: "Cheng lù, why are you here?" huā Cheng lù cat leaned over: "Shhh Mu Zhicong suddenly said loudly: "Miss huā, you are not our Qingteng Mountain disciple, please don't stand with us, if you want to participate in the ceremony, you can go to the team of scattered cultivators over there!" Everyone looked over together, and Hu Cheng lù angrily pointed at Mu Zhicong: "You" suddenly felt that his neckline tightened, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Hu Cheng Zan, and reprimanded: "Don't mess around!" and pulled Hu Cheng Lù away, and said to Yu Zijian: "Good luck." ，...

Huā Cheng lù shouted loudly: "Purple Sword, be careful!" Mu Zhicong said softly: "Don't worry, Purple Sword, I will definitely protect you." Yu Zijian was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing in the crowd, it was the man in green clothes who was fishing by the pond, he had changed into the clothes of Qingteng Mountain, and the breath flowing out was the fourth layer of qi refining.

Just standing there alone, not talking to anyone around him, for some reason, the others didn't seem to notice him, felt Yu Zijian's gaze, turned their heads and smiled slightly.

Yu Zijian asked strangely, "Senior Brother Mu, when did Qingteng Mountain have a new disciple?"

"What new disciple?" Mu Zhicong looked over with Yu Zijian's gaze, a piece of green clothes fluttered, and Fu Qingjin's figure had disappeared.

Yu Zijian mōmō head: "It's really strange!"

At this time, the old man Qingteng's speech ended, and the old man of Sanshan exchanged glances and nodded at the same time, never glancing at Fu Qingjin, let alone showing a little strange look.

Huā Chengzan, who had been in the crowd all the time, was slightly relieved to pay attention to the expression on their faces.

The old man of the three mountains said at the same time: "The three mountains medicine collection ceremony has officially begun!"

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