In the winter of the 50th year of the Kyushu calendar, the land of Kyushu, snowflakes fluttering, and a piece of silver. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In this snowy world, where everything is supposed to be quiet, a lively atmosphere fills all over the land of Kyushu.

Tonight is the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, naturally it is lively, the sky is not dark, and the lanterns of each household have been lit.

On the top of the Sword Mountain, the earth fire surged, thunder and lightning intertwined, Jian Qingyu sat cross-legged on the stone platform, the blood-red light around his body slowly dissipated, and his breath gradually restrained.

Slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, Jian Qingyu stood up, and slowly walked down the stone platform with the Heavenly Death Divine Sword, and as soon as he took a step, his figure appeared on the stone steps, and he was already neatly wearing a snow-white robe, carrying two swords on his back, one was the blue-black Skyfall Divine Sword, and the other was the blue-purple flying sword-Shocking Sword.

Looking at the east, Jian Qingyu's heart moved, and the shocking sword on his back flew out, Jian Qingyu lightly touched the ground, his body jumped a few feet, and landed on the blue and purple flying sword, flying towards the Dongfang sword.

The sword green jade dantian was destroyed, and he couldn't condense the spiritual energy, even if he became a master of the spirit casting period, he couldn't practice the art of controlling things in the cultivation realm, and he couldn't control the sword to fly.

However, the Buddha Sect had a crippled spiritual sense to control things, and Xing Nian taught it to Jian Qingyu.

Flying with a sword all the way, when the sky was getting dark, Jian Qingyu had already passed through Zhongzhou and arrived at the Qianfeng Mountain Range, which stretched for thousands of miles. It's just that this place is no longer called the Qianfeng Mountain Range, but the Tibetan Sword Mountain Range.

The name of the Tibetan sword has three sources, one of which is the famous Tibetan Sword Pavilion in Kyushu, which records the martial arts classics of Kyushu.

Twenty-five years ago, after the Great War of the Earth Immortals, Jian Qingyu did not take over the sword family and sit in the Sword Casting City, but gave up the position of patriarch to a member of the sword family with a close bloodline and good talent.

Jian Qingyu has established a hidden sword pavilion in the Daomen ruins of the Qianfeng Mountain Range, and all the martial arts classics of the major families and sects in the Kyushu continent are included here, hidden in each peak, and more than ten top swordsmen in the mainland are invited to guard here.

Kyushu warriors, regardless of the family, can go and read for free. Since then, there is no difference between families and sects in the mainland, even if the poor children can also learn all kinds of swordsmanship and profound skills, and the martial arts style in the Kyushu mainland is more prosperous.

After the completion of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, Jian Qingyu repaired the Daomeng Hall and renamed it the Tibetan Sword Villa, and collected the swords in the Daomen, Xuannu Ice Palace and Qinglan Ring here, which is also the second source of the name of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Range, which means collecting famous swords.

After the Great War of the Earth Immortals, Jian Qingyu lived in seclusion in this continuous mountain range, and after Lin Boying, Master Xingnian and others arranged the affairs of the family sect, they also came here to live in seclusion and cultivate, and even Xing Chenghao was here for most of the year.

Gradually, more and more innate swordsmen are cultivating here, one can guard the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, on the other hand, they can also communicate with each other, concentrate on studying swordsmanship, and over time, the hidden swordsmen in this continuous mountain range do not know how many, and gradually become known as the Tibetan Sword Mountain Range, which means the hiding place of the swordsman.

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Tibetan Sword Valley, Tibetan Sword Villa has been lit up with lights, a festive scene.

In the deepest part of the palace, the traces of the Great War of the Earth Immortals have disappeared, and the countless deep pits and rubble have been replaced by a huge garden.

In the garden pavilion, Lin Boying, Jian Zhenming, Master Xingnian, Lin Caicheng, Lin Qiongling, and Xing Chenghao gathered together.

"Starfall Hao, why do you run here every Chinese New Year?"

Lin Qiongling glared at Xing Chenghao angrily.

"How can Phantom Star Island be clean and comfortable here, as soon as I go back, I will find a lot of chores, and I will still have a comfortable life with you!"

Xing Chenghao looked at Lin Qiongling with a smile, as if he didn't see Lin Qiongling's eyes at all.

"Humph!"

Lin Qiongling glanced at Xing Chenghao, turned her head to look at the gradually dim sky in the west, frowned and said softly: "I don't know if Brother Qingyu will be able to come back this year." ”

A look of loss flashed in Xing Chenghao's eyes, and then he smiled: "He is in retreat and cultivating, and the days may not be so accurate, but even if he can't celebrate the New Year together, he will definitely be able to come back before the Lantern Festival." ”

At this moment, Master Xing Nian showed a faint smile, turned his head to look at the western sky, smiled and said softly, "Isn't it just talking?" ”

"Oh?"

Lin Boying also raised his eyes, and then smiled: "Hahaha, it's really here!"

While they were talking, Jian Qingyu had already flown with a sword and appeared over the garden.

"This kid is the laziest of all, and when we're ready, he's coming. ”

Seeing Jian Qingyu carrying the Heavenly Death Divine Sword, flying down, the sword finger was drawn into the scabbard behind the sword, and walking quickly, Jian Zhenming couldn't help but laugh.

Today's Jian Zhenming is no longer the old and decadent appearance of the past, mature and steady, with extraordinary bearing in every move!

He is now a master of the Soul Casting Period, even if it is Lin Boying and Master Xing Nian, they are faintly headed by him!

"Brother Qingyu!"

When Lin Qiongling saw Jian Qingyu coming, she quickly stood up happily and greeted her.

"Bell!"

Jian Qingyu nodded with a smile and said, "I haven't seen you for a year, and your cultivation has improved a little!"

"Brother Qingyu!"

Starfall Hao smiled and stood up, hugging his fists.

"Brother Shenhao!"

Jian Qingyu also smiled and hugged his fists, walked over quickly, and hugged his fists towards Jian Zhenming and the others: "Father, Lin Shizu, Xingnian Shizu, Lin Shishu." ”

Xing Chenghao is heroic and chic, no matter what the identity of Jian Qingyu is, he is commensurate with his brother, and it took eleven years to take a big risk to wash away the grievances of Jian Qingyu, he can be described as affectionate and righteous, and in terms of personality, the two are quite close to each other, and in the past twenty-five years, the two have been like brothers and sisters with each other.

"Hmm!"

The four of them nodded, and then, Jian Zhenming smiled and said, "Sit down!"

Jian Qingyu and the three of them sat down, and Lin Caicheng said with a smile: "Qingyu, this time you have to accompany us to spend the Lantern Festival before retreating." ”

"Hmm!"

Jian Qingyu nodded, but the expression on his face was speechless and stopped.

"Yu'er, is there anything wrong with you?"

Jian Zhenming also discovered the abnormality of Jian Qingyu and couldn't help asking.

"I plan to leave the mainland after the Lantern Festival and go to the cultivation realm. ”

After a moment of silence, Jian Qingyu said in a deep voice.

"But the teleportation array has been destroyed, you ......"

Before Lin Qiongling's words fell, her face changed drastically, and she exclaimed: "You want to cross the Hanhai!"

"Hmm"

Jian Qingyu nodded.

"Brother Qingyu, do you know that the Hanhai is boundless, and throughout the ages, no one has ever been able to come back alive after entering the Hanhai. ”

Starfall Hao's expression was also extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

The continent is protected by the divine array, but it has also blocked the continent, only at the end of the Western Ancient Zen Mountain Range, there is an exit, and the strong people of the past generations have left the continent and gone to the more vast and wonderful world of the Xiuzhen Realm, and the only way is to cross the Hanhai in the west.

However, the Hanhai is boundless, boundless, even if it is a master who can fly with a sword, there are times when he is exhausted, and it is really dangerous to go to the Hanhai Commission.

Perhaps, they successfully reached the cultivation realm, but it is more likely that they will be buried in the Hanhai!

Therefore, even if it was an extremely conceited Jian Qingluo, he would rather risk the invasion of the mainland by the masters of the cultivation realm, and also use the teleportation circle to go to the cultivation realm rather than choose to cross the Han Sea!

Jian Qingyu nodded with a smile, although she didn't say a word, the determined look on her face was self-evident.

Lin Qiongling couldn't persuade Jian Qingyu to move, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Jian Zhenming.

Among everyone, I am afraid that only Jian Zhenming has hope to change Jian Qingyu's decision!

Jian Zhenming nodded slightly towards Lin Qiongling, and then looked at Jian Qingyu quietly, for a long time, before he said slowly: "You have decided?"

"Hmm!"

Jian Qingyu's eyes met Jian Zhenming's, and he nodded firmly, without the slightest hesitation on his face.

"Do you know what you have to face when crossing the Hanhai?"

Jian Zhenming said again, but his voice was already stern.

"Hmm!"

Jian Qingyu still just nodded, her eyes met Jian Zhenming, she looked at Jian Zhenming firmly, and nodded heavily.

"Then you can go!"

Jian Zhenming slowly retracted his gaze, sighed lightly, and said slowly.

"Uncle!"

Lin Qiongling was very anxious and hurriedly spoke.

Lin Boying shouted in a low voice: "Ling'er, how can Jin Lin be a thing in the pool, Qingyu's heart is firm towards the Dao, you should support him!"

"Yes!"

Lin Qiongling couldn't help lowering her head and said quietly.

She has been practicing hard for decades, hoping to catch up with Jian Qingyu's pace and be able to walk side by side with him, but she found that the distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger, and now she is about to part, and she doesn't know if she can see each other again in this life.

The time to get together is always short, and in the blink of an eye, the Lantern Festival has passed.

On January 16, dawn arrived as scheduled, and the land of Kyushu was still silent in its sleep after the jubilation of last night.

In the Tibetan Sword Mountain Range, in the Tibetan Sword Villa, Jian Zhenming, Lin Boying, Lin Caicheng, Master Xingnian, Xing Chenghao and Jian Qingyu stood facing each other.

"Qingyu, be careful all the way!"

Jian Zhenming's face was heavy and he said slowly.

"Well, father, Master Lin, Master Xingnian, Uncle Lin, Brother Shenhao, take care!"

Jian Qingyu's gaze swept over the five people, and then crossed the five people, looked at the garden behind them, smiled and nodded, and with a thought, the frightened sword behind it flew out, and Jian Qingyu jumped a few feet, landed on the sword, and broke through the air.

In the garden, Lin Qiongling walked out slowly, staring at the sky in the distance, and she was already in tears.

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Flying all the way to the sword, the sword Qingyu reached the end of the west.

At the western end of the ancient Zen mountain range is a thousand-zhang cliff, the wall is tough and smooth, as if it was cut open by a sword.

The sword Qingyu sword is suspended in the sky, looking at the waves crashing on the shore, the angry sea churning, even if it is offshore, this place seems to have a strange magic, which is difficult to approach.

Hundreds of miles away in the distance, Jian Qingyu could vaguely see a huge light shield shining with multicolored light.

In the middle of the mask, there is a black vortex, the vortex rotates at a low speed, but there is space that is constantly broken and repaired, and it looks like a Jedi with death and life.

Jian Qingyu's spiritual sense was released, and before it could get close, it disappeared without a trace, but strangely, Jian Qingyu did not have the slightest sense of crisis.

"Sword Qingyu, a living creature on the mainland, allow it to pass!"

Just when Jian Qingyu was puzzled, an old voice suddenly sounded in Jian Qingyu's mind, as if there was nothing, as if it were false, like a dream......

"What is this?"

Jian Qingyu was shocked in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look around, his spiritual sense swept away, but he didn't find half a figure, and the old voice disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

His gaze fell back on the black whirlpool, and Jian Qingyu controlled the sword again and slowly flew away.

Regardless of whether that black vortex was hidden in danger or not, it was the only way for him to leave the continent and go to the cultivation realm.

Vigilant in his heart, Jian Qingyu slowly came to the black whirlpool, and the terrifying tearing power that made the space constantly shatter fell on Jian Qingyu's body, as if it had fallen into nothingness, and Jian Qingyu's figure was still as steady as a rock.

Jian Qingyu couldn't help but settle down, and continued to fly, and her figure gradually melted into the black vortex and disappeared.