For most of the next half month, for Xu Beiyou, it was unremarkable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Murong Xuanyin, who came to Jiangdu with great fanfare, did not move for a long time, and the Daomen and the imperial court also died down, and the major families seemed to be frightened birds, standing on the branches and looking around vigilantly, as if they were going to flutter their wings as long as there was a slight stir.

The entire Jiangnan is like the Xuanwu Lake outside the Jiangdu City, no matter how the undercurrent is surging underneath, it is calm on the surface, so calm that it even makes people have the illusion that this is a pool of stagnant water.

Xu Beiyou's life can be summed up as accompanying Zhang Xueyao to meet all kinds of characters in the south of the Yangtze River, most of them are disciples of the Sword Sect, and a small number of them are people from Tang Shengyue and Qin Mumian's side.

is all old and cunning, this is Xu Beiyou's first impression of these people, fortunately, Xu Beiyou is also a character who has gone through strong winds and waves, and successfully escaped the interception of the Demon Suppression Hall and came to the East Lake Courtyard, which invisibly gave him a lot of fame, plus his ghost fairy realm is indeed brilliant among young people, but no one dares to be disrespectful to Xu Beiyou on the bright side, and he can barely be regarded as having a good time.

In short, there is no Demon Suppression Palace, no Duanmu Yu, no Xiao Zhinan, and no Li Qinglian, neither happiness nor sorrow, it is as calm as a pool of sinking stagnant water.

Xu Beiyou enjoys this calmness very much, he is not a prodigal son, and he does not like the upheaval and the so-called exciting life.

The only thing that makes him a little uncomfortable is that this place seems to be too yin and yang, except for Zhang Xueyao, Qin Mumian, and Tang Shengyue, not to mention, women also account for most of the people below, especially in the East Lake Courtyard, in Zhang Xueyao's words, in the past forty years, Xu Beiyou is the second man to enter the back house after Gongsun Zhongmou.

This seems to be an honor and a heavy burden, which makes Xu Beiyou walk on thin ice.

Because he remembered a saying he had heard, it was called "The wife is dead, and the house is full, and the master is dead, and no one carries it."

To put it bluntly, in this world, a man is the head of the family and the pillar of the family, and if the beam collapses, the family is almost about to collapse. When Gongsun Zhongmou was there, even Murong Xuanyin had to be a little jealous, Gongsun Zhongmou was gone, and all forces would soon come to the door to bully orphans and widows.

It is even more so.

Murong Xuanyin is willing to look at Gongsun Zhongmou's affection and not provoke Zhang Xueyao too much, and the people of the Daomen have no affection to talk about.

Xu Beiyou wants to take over the mantle of the master to support the portal, it is really easy to talk about.

Xu Beiyou is like this, and Zhang Xueyao is not. Although her husband Gongsun Zhongmou is at odds with her, no matter how much he doesn't get along, he is still husband and wife after all, so last time Murong Xuanyin was menacing, Gongsun Zhongmou rushed back to Jiangdu without saying a word. Now that he is dead, Zhang Xueyao will have to carry the burden of the Sword Sect alone.

She has to sit in Jiangnan, but also take into account the sword qi volley hall that has the potential to collapse.

If it weren't for Zhang Xueyao pressing on her head, the sword qi Lingkong Hall would have been scattered a long time ago, and how much Zhang Xueyao had paid behind her back, no one except herself knew.

Among them, who can you say to the bitterness and bitterness?

The Earth Immortal Realm is indeed very scary for people like Xu Beiyou, but for the real big guys, it is just a relatively important chess piece.

The Southern Ghost Emperor, who is also in the realm of earth immortals, said that he would die, and was killed by Zhang Baisui himself, and was torn in half along with the bronze armored corpse, and Zhang Baisui had to grovel to Emperor Xiao Xuan, one ring after another, interlocking with each other, and the rules of composition were greater than the sky, even if the earth immortals were free, they had to bow their heads and bend over.

Why did the three of them, who had no friendship, get so close? In the final analysis, it is still a group to survive under this rule.

On June 20, Zhang Xueyao called Xu Beiyou and instructed: "Beiyou, there will be a gathering of young people in Jiangzhou tomorrow, we old guys don't go to join in the fun, you and Qinglian go over together, although they are about the same age, they are all your juniors, just deal with it." ”

Xu Beiyou smiled bitterly and did not speak.

As a disciple of Gongsun Zhongmou and Zhang Xueyao, he and Li Qinglian are really big in generation, so big that he can have a relationship with Xie Suqing, who Xiao Zhinan wants to call Uncle Xie, in other words, most of his peers have already started a family and even become famous, only he is still a fledgling little person.

He had to fight with the characters of "sons and nephews" to make friends, and seniority was both his advantage and a great disadvantage.

Zhang Xueyao continued: "I prepared a dress for you, which is the style that Zhongmou liked when he was young, and I don't know if it fits your eyes." ”

Xu Beiyou said softly: "Since it is what the master likes, it is naturally excellent." ”

Zhang Xueyao patted her hands, and two little girls who were about a teenager walked in with a complete set of outfits, crowns, robes, linings, belts, boots, and accessories, obviously not improvised.

Zhang Xueyao got up and took the robe, shook it off gently, and said: "This robe is definitely not as good as the handwriting of the Xiao family's girl, but when we went to the Snow Mountain, Zhong Mou wore it, but later when he got older, Zhong Mou didn't like to spend energy on these things, and he was alone for many years, so it was inevitable to be sloppy." ”

This is a black robe in white, with white moire embroidered at the corners of the cuffs and neckline, and the overall black is mixed with a little white, which is the finishing touch, and it is also different from the black robe of the Daomen.

Xu Beiyou suddenly remembered that Gongsun Zhongmou in the portrait of the mourning hall was indeed dressed in this dress, and he could be called a handsome son who was not stained with dust, and it was no wonder that he was able to snatch love and marry Zhang Xueyao from Qiu Ye's hand, but when he thought of the later image, the gap between the two was indeed so big that it was hard to believe that this was the same person.

Zhang Xueyao said softly: "Beiyou, you have to take over Zhongmou's position, but you don't want to become the second Gongsun Zhongmou, I hope you can become a character like my master, one person and one sword can turn the world upside down." The Sword Sect is dead, and if you want to recreate the prosperity of the past, you can't do it by conscientiously running a family, in the end, there must be a figure who can dominate the world, I believe Zhong Mou also thinks so. Of course, I'm not asking you to do it now, but there are some things you should have planned for. ”

Xu Beiyou took the robe and nodded heavily.

The next day, Xu Beiyou, who had changed into a new dress, went to Jiangzhou with Li Qinglian.

Along the way, Li Qinglian ignored Xu Beiyou, and seemed to have made up her mind not to say more than half a word to this so-called senior brother.

For this junior sister's thoughts, Xu Beiyou didn't dare to say that he was watching the fire, but he also roughly knew what she was thinking, in his opinion, his master and wife had protected this girl a little too much, and the current Li Qinglian was not to mention that she was on a par with Xiao Zhinan, but she was also a lot worse than Wu Yu, at best, she was at the same level as Zhiyun and Lin Jinxiu.

I'm afraid this is why Zhang Xueyao didn't use her own disciple to take over the Sword Sect, but wanted to use Xu Beiyou, a latecomer, not only because of the request between her and Gongsun Zhongmou, but also because the situation in Jiangnan could not tolerate a Li Qinglian growing up slowly.

Today's Xu Beiyou did not carry the sword box as usual, but only brought the two swords of Tianlan and Xuanxi, while Zhu Xian and Xuan Ming stayed in the East Lake Courtyard together with the sword box.

When she was about to enter the territory of Jiangzhou, Li Qinglian suddenly asked, "Senior Brother Xu, how many times have you practiced swords?"

Xu Beiyou was stunned, and didn't take out all his old foundations, but said, "Sword fifteen." ”

This time, Li Qinglian was stunned, she is now at the peak of the realm of ghosts and immortals, and she is only one step away from stepping into the realm of human immortals, if it weren't for this qualification, she would not have been accepted as a disciple by Zhang Xueyao, with her realm, she could naturally see that Xu Beiyou had just entered the realm of ghosts and immortals, and in her opinion, Xu Beiyou was already very good if he could practice to the thirteenth sword, but she never expected Xu Beiyou to give an answer that was far beyond her expectations.

Li Qinglian was a little skeptical, so she pretended to be cold and said: "Senior Brother Xu is really not simple, he has already reached the realm of sword heart. ”

Although these words were a bit sarcastic, Li Qinglian was still a little lacking in confidence, after all, she had just practiced to the fifteenth of swords, and she was not much smarter than Xu Beiyou.

Regarding Li Qinglian's words, Xu Beiyou laughed at them.

He wouldn't tell Li Qinglian that he had actually begun to touch the Supreme Sword Body and the Immortal Sword Qi, let alone tell him that he had an inexplicable sword in his body.

If Li Qinglian knew that Xu Beiyou had actually first glimpsed the door on the twenty-ninth sword, even if it was far from the point of entering the house, she would definitely call a madman.

Skipping the thirteen swords in the middle, straight from sword fifteen to sword twenty-nine, what is not a madman?