In the middle of the Gangji Continent, in a luxurious mansion, a woman walked in quietly.

The woman looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, with a white and pure Zhong Ru pink face, and a bewitching red lady's line of hiding.

The swarthy aconitum is slippery, and the light kelp is flying.

The temples are filled with fragrant red flowers, and the eyes are shining with clear blue waves.

A smile is full of temperament, pink cherry lips, big black eyes, long and curved eyelashes, Qiong's nose is slightly straight, and her temperament is flying.

Thin waist, soft figure, soft breasts, jade buttocks slightly upturned.

This woman's name is Jiang Ping'er, and by chance, the Situ family saw that she had a lot of cultivation potential, and if she grew up in the future, it would be very helpful to his Situ family, so he made an exception to take her in as a righteous daughter and cultivate, and will officially marry into the Situ family when she is sixteen years old.

Although this woman is young, only thirteen years old, she is slightly mature, as can be seen from the outfit on her body.

The Situ family is a big family in the Central Domain, not only is it a royal family, but it also established Biyun Villa, monopolizing the business and cultivation world in the Central Domain.

There is a killer organization in Biyun Villa, which is composed of masters among cultivators, all of whom are extremely cold-blooded killers, and their skills are even stronger.

Among them, the commander is the famous Sanqiuzi, who has extremely superb swordsmanship, can cut the sky and the earth, and can quickly chase the wind and chase the lightning.

The origin of Sanqiuzi's sword is very mysterious, this sword is about a foot long and two, only half of it, it is a broken sword, and now the sword in Sanqiuzi's hand is only the part of the hilt.

Legend has it that the broken sword in the hands of Sanqiuzi is actually the remnant sword of the lord of the burial ground, and there are seven burial places with mysterious origins on the Gangji Continent, and the so-called burial ground is actually the resting place of seven peerless masters in ancient times.

The broken sword was actually held by the owner of the black pool in the Seven Great Burial Grounds, but for some reason, this magic sword was actually cut in half.

This Situ family is amazingly powerful, and it is the dream of many women to be able to become the future young lady of the Situ family.

At this time, she was taking care of the trivial affairs of the house, thirteen or fourteen years old, she was still young, but she was very intelligent, her mouth was sweet, and she was more decisive.

Jiang Ping'er is already intelligent, coupled with the wealth accumulated by the hardships she suffered when she was a child, she has developed a strong management ability, not to mention her young age, but she is much more precocious.

Thousands of miles away from Situ Jianingwei Mansion, in a guest room in the Thousand Machines City of the Northern Desert, a teenager attracted the attention of everyone in the guest room. I saw a wisp of rich osmanthus fragrance slowly overflowing the guest room, the slightest floral fragrance refreshed people's hearts, so that the ** brain suddenly sobered up a lot, the aroma invaded the internal organs, such as cleaning the meridians in the body, feeling refreshed.

Everyone in the guest room was shocked, even the well-informed and well-versed master Po Yunzi was really shocked to see such a scene.

Ye Linfeng's body seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of gas, and the three-foot wooden sword in his hand conveyed wisps of gas to Ye Linfeng's body.

Although Master Po Yunzi was well-informed, he would of course be surprised by the vision displayed on the body of the waste apprentice of the Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect in the eyes of outsiders.

Po Yunzi was a little thirsty, took a few sips of dry tea, then paused, got up from the wooden chair, and then walked to Ye Linfeng, and took out a short sword from the sleeve of the purple robe.

Ye Linfeng looked at it, this short sword was taken away from Ye Linfeng by Master Po Yunzi when he left Ye Linfeng's house when he was more than three years old, and Po Yunzi said that it was temporarily kept for Ye Linfeng.

Now Po Yunzi took out this old short sword again, I don't know what it means.

"Feng'er, catch the sword. Po Yunzi threw his sword at Ye Linfeng.

At the same time as this short sword was thrown, a cold aura suddenly condensed, and it stabbed towards Ye Linfeng.

Seeing this, Ye Linfeng hurriedly flipped his right hand, clenched the hilt of the wooden sword, folded his wrist, slashed in the air, and a pure and warm breath erupted, dissolving the cold breath.

In the guest room, a qiē came so suddenly, all the people didn't expect it, what they didn't expect was not that Po Yunzi stabbed Ye Linfeng with that old short sword, because they all understood that this was Po Yunzi testing Ye Linfeng.

Everyone thought that Master Po Yunzi's sword was a little heavy, but they didn't expect Ye Linfeng to break this sword.

Ye Linfeng was also confused, he didn't know what was going on, his heart was full of doubts, and he was also curious why when facing the ancient short sword wrapped in cold qi, he couldn't help but clench the osmanthus wood sword and slash in the air.

"Feng'er, it seems that you do have a great relationship with this osmanthus wooden sword, I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, you would have such a quick heart-to-heart connection, almost about to merge, but there are many shortcomings. Po Yun Zi took a deep breath, pinched the trick with his right hand, and the short sword jumped into the air, the cold sword body buzzed and trembled a few times, and then fell into Po Yun Zi's palm.

Then Ye Linfeng also put away the Incense Soul Sword.

"Feng'er, I put away this short sword for you because the cold qi of this sword is too heavy, and non-immortals can't hold it at the peak realm, otherwise it will be counterattacked. Legend has it that this sword was originally held by the Shura Prison Master, one of the seven burial grounds, because it was soaked in the Yin Pool all the year round, so the resentment was extremely heavy.

After Ye Linfeng took the eighteenth, the sword body was indeed engraved with an ancient seal: Ah Nose Purgatory, eighteen layers;

These four words are short, but they are also a bit heavy.

After the four words that had been blurred were stimulated by Broken Yunzi, these sixteen words, the words seemed to be dripping blood, but the sword body was still glowing with cold sword light, which made people with low realms suddenly feel a chill.

"I see, the futile knows. Ye Linfeng was shocked and very surprised when he heard the secrets that Master said.

"Master, the disciple guesses that at this time, Master, you must have handed over this sword to me because my Fragrant Soul Sword and this eighteen swords can restrain each other. ”

"Feng'er, what you said is right, it is indeed because of this. However, you must remember that these two swords must be carried together, and although the two swords are mutually reinforcing, they only suppress each other, and do not clash. ”

The eighteen swords are produced by the Yin Pool, and the Incense Soul Sword is produced by the osmanthus tree that is very pure and yang divinity of Buddhism.

Needless to say, the golden osmanthus tree on the sword cliff was planted by the great Zen master of Xinyin four thousand years ago, moistened by four thousand years of rain and dew, four thousand years of wind and sun, four thousand years of thunder and lightning, four thousand years of bird pecks and insect bites, gathering the aura of heaven and earth, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

After thousands of years of baptism, the osmanthus tree, which has special attributes, has gradually become more aura and has become the most yang thing of Buddhism. This osmanthus tree is indeed a Buddhist thing, there are many believers who come to the sword cliff to worship every year, so the osmanthus tree contains a very strong power of faith, such as the sea of the ocean, and such as the stars in the vast sky, the huge power of faith can be imagined.

Ye Linfeng put away the sword and carried the Incense Soul Sword behind him, and the eighteen swords were hidden in his sleeve because they were relatively short.

He always remembered what Master said and kept it in his heart.