Ming Dharma Temple.

Pharaoh Ming sighed, sat down in front of the statue again, and said no more.

"Senior Brother Qi, you-"

Yun Fei couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart, and took two steps forward to grab Qi Tian's shoulder.

After a few breaths, he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you don't have to take care of me, your pure gold body, into my sword peak, I'm afraid-"

Qi Tian smiled indifferently and said, "Senior brother, rest assured, senior brother is willing." ”

Yun Fei just patted him on the shoulder and stopped talking, only saying that he was to repay the previous life-saving grace and give up the great immortal path, which really moved his heart.

In front of the Ming Law Palace, it seemed that he had finished drinking the last sip of wine in the gourd, and the middle-aged Taoist shook and turned away.

"Master, wait for us!"

Yun Fei shouted, pulling Qi Tian and chasing outside.

The middle-aged Daoist's steps seemed slow, but they were extremely fast, and the two of them needed all their strength to catch up.

"Master!"

Yun Fei let out a loud shout, and the middle-aged Taoist turned around a little drunkly, his body shaking a little.

"You're calling me?"

Yun Fei couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Master, I found you another disciple, aren't you happy?"

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Qi Tian.

"Come with me to worship the Patriarch. ”

Immediately, the middle-aged Taoist picked up the gourd, shook it, and said suspiciously: "There is no wine." ”

"I've got it here. ”

Yun Fei hurriedly handed over a jade-colored wine gourd.

The Taoist opened the mouth of the gourd and couldn't wait to pour a mouthful, and in an instant, an invisible sharp qi rose up.

"Unsheathed!"

The Taoist's right hand pointed into a sword, and the void was drawn, and in the wine gourd, three wine springs suddenly shot out, condensed into three transparent water swords, floating three feet above the ground.

The Taoist took a light step and stood leisurely on top of a water sword.

"It's the master's swordsmanship, junior brother, let's go, don't be afraid. ”

Qi Tian looked at everything in front of him, and felt like he was in a dream, this is really the method of the immortal family, and he walked with a sword, not the ethereal legend of gods and monsters.

Seeing that Yun Fei took a water sword, Qi Tian no longer hesitated and jumped on the third water sword.

"Up!"

The Daoist sword pointed at him, and the three water swords suddenly rose in the air and shot towards a sword-like immortal mountain.

The wind whistling in his ears, above the water sword, there was an invisible edge blocking everything out, the clouds and mist on both sides disappeared, and from time to time he could see a few fairy cranes and spirit birds passing by, and the fairy mountain spirit veins under his feet, purple qi rising, Qi Tian only felt that there was a clear qi in his chest, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

The whistling did not stop until it stopped after a dozen breaths.

Qi Tian's face was slightly red: "It's rude, let the senior brother and the master laugh." ”

Yun Fei laughed and said, "Senior brother is the real surname, when the master took me to fly the sword for the first time, I was called for a longer time than the junior brother. ”

The middle-aged Taoist took a sip of wine, glanced at him, and said, "Yes, you have been crying for half an hour." ”

"Master, you-"

Yun Fei stumbled and almost fell off the water sword, his face flushed.

Qi Tian smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking at everything in front of him, although the two masters and apprentices didn't say much, they were like relatives.

Jianfeng is one of the nine immortal mountains of Qingyun Sect, more than 1,000 zhang high, towering into the sky, the whole body is like a fairy sword that leads to the sky, connecting the nine heavens.

The grass and trees on the sword peak are flourishing, the spiritual spring is bubbling, the flowers are in full bloom, there is purple gas on the top of the peak for the canopy, the rui is soaring, the fairy mist is swirling, like thousands of silk falling down.

The three of them walked with their swords and fell halfway up the mountain of Sword Peak.

Halfway up the mountainside, in addition to a few immortals, there is only a purple bamboo forest, the purple bamboo is like jade, crystal clear, the whole body is covered with a layer of lilac aura, there is a faint fragrance and fragrant, in each purple bamboo, there seems to be water light floating, rippling waves.

Yun Fei smiled: "In the future, the Purple Bamboo Forest will no longer be my own." ”

Qi Tian was a little taken aback and asked, "Is there no one else in Sword Peak?"

Yun Fei suddenly smiled bitterly when he heard this, and shook his head: "If there are other people, senior brother, I don't have to go down the mountain every day, I just want to see if I can meet one or two mortals with immortal fate, so that I can be introduced to my Sword Peak, but it's a pity, except for a few people at the beginning, in the end, they all switched to its vein." ”

Qi Tian was puzzled: "Could it be that the way of the sword is really declining?"

"That's right," Yun Fei nodded helplessly, "In the entire Eastern Earth Divine Prefecture, it is the same, the decline of the way of the sword, it is not the fault of our cultivators, it is rumored that the way of the sword was punished by heaven at the turn of ancient and modern, and after that, my sword path immortal vein, the same cultivator, can no longer defeat the law path immortal vein, plus the way of the sword wants to be successful, it is even more difficult to the way of the law path, so far, in the entire Eastern Earth Divine Prefecture, the way of the sword has withered away, and my sword peak lineage, only because there was a half-immortal comparable to the Longmen realm five thousand years ago, I have been able to breathe until now." ”

Speaking of this, Yun Fei couldn't help but glance at the Taoist cautiously, and when he saw that the Taoist was not angry, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Come with me. ”

The Taoist walked towards an immortal gate, the gourd was still being poured, and the wine entered his stomach, and it seemed that there was not even a trace of ripples.

Xianque is famous, for the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion is built of bluestone, and there are many sword marks imprinted on it, which seem to be chaotic, but in Qi Tian's view, it seems to contain some mysterious sword theory, but in his realm, he can't see it through at all, and he can only slowly comprehend it.

Boom Boom

The door of the Sword Pavilion opened, but there was dust flying, and with a flick of his hand, the countless dust suddenly gathered in the air, forming a mud pill, and was swept out of the door.

Qi Tian was a little dumbfounded: "This Sword Pavilion-"

Yun Fei was a little embarrassed and said: "Yes, this Sword Pavilion was opened two years ago when the last disciple of Sword Peak went up the mountain, but later, there were no disciples on Sword Peak, and no one took care of it." ”

Walking into the Sword Pavilion, it is like the ancestral hall of the mortal world, enshrined the tablets of the ancestors of the past generations of Jianfeng, and behind many tablets, there is a Taoist statue several zhang high.

This Dao is like a young Taoist priest, his face is majestic, he stands with his hands in his hands, his clothes fluttering, although he is just standing there, there seems to be an incomparable sharp aura rushing into the sky, and the entire Sword Pavilion seems to be caught in his edge.

Qi Tian was shocked in his heart, just a Dao statue, there was such a sharp edge, Qi Tian could not imagine that if the other party was alive, how much would his sword cultivation reach the point of splitting the heavens and the earth.

"This is the ancestor of my Sword Peak, the Master of Xuanjian, and also the only sword path half-immortal who has cultivated the way of the Sword Immortal to the Sword Spirit Realm in the past generations of my Sword Peak. ”

The voice of the Taoist was weak, and he did not have the slightest demeanor of a superior person, and Qi Tian did not care, so he knelt down on the futon in front of the Taoist statue and kowtowed three heads respectfully.

"Okay, from now on, you are the sixteenth generation disciple of my Jianfeng, the fifteenth generation is the Ming character generation, the master and my Dao number is Mingjian, the sixteenth generation is the Wuzi generation, the Dao number, you take it yourself, in terms of cultivation, let Yun Xiaozi teach you first, if you don't understand, then look for me in the back mountain, I'm tired, go to sleep first." ”

Seeing the Taoist said, he opened his mouth and yawned twice, turned around and walked towards the outside of the Sword Pavilion, his steps were not big, but the speed was extremely fast, every step out, there were several zhang away, and in a moment, he disappeared outside the Sword Pavilion.

"Master, he-"

"He is this surname, every day in addition to drinking is to sleep in the back mountain, at the beginning, I also held a book of sword scriptures and was pondering by myself, looking for his guidance, it is not as convenient as going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to look through some of the seniors' experiences," Yun Fei patted Qi Tian on the shoulder and pulled him away, "Speaking of which, in my Sword Peak, there are also better places than the other Eight Peaks, at least, there is no forbidden place in Sword Peak, we can come and go at will, like the other Eight Peaks are extremely tightly guarded in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Senior Brother, no one cares if I drink in it." ”

Being pulled by Yun Fei, Qi Tian couldn't help but cry and laugh a little, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse to worship this sword peak. (Rush to the new book list, brothers and sisters, everyone vote for the recommendation to ten steps, if you don't have a collection, click to add it to the bookshelf, thank you for ten steps!)