Murong Yunzhen was really afraid, but he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that there would be no one in Shangyang Mountain at all, if this was the case, he would have to bear the trust of others after all the hard work he had worked so hard to come here. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Don't go, boy. The Demon Sect said angrily.

Murong Yunzhen couldn't stand the Demon Sect's angry shouting, so he staggered forward with a soft foot. The Demon Sect frowned, but he didn't see any damage to Murong Yun.

Murong Yunzhen was also curious, because he could clearly sense that there was endless sword qi swimming in this wilderness, but why didn't he cut himself?

"Boy, you come over to me. The Demon Sect shouted angrily.

"No, I can't. Murong Yunzhen replied vigilantly.

"If you don't come, I'll pass. The Demon Sect said sharply again.

"I'll run if you come here. Murong Yun replied anxiously.

"That sword mound contains a powerful sword aura, if you take another step forward, you will die without a place to be buried. The Demon Sect said solemnly.

"I don't care, anyway, if you dare to come over, I will die in the sword qi of that sword mound. Murong Yunzhen said eloquently.

"Then I won't come, and you won't go. The Demon Sect said slowly.

The Demon Sect originally wanted to kill Murong Yunzhen and seize the sword, but at this moment, he suddenly refused to let him die, so he had to stand silently on the other side of the river according to Murong Yunzhen's words. The two confronted each other across the river, but no one dared to act rashly.

Time passed little by little, and the sky gradually became cloudy, and after a cool breeze of curly leaves blew, this Shangyang Mountain was completely shrouded in dark clouds. The Demon Sect raised his head and glanced at the sky slightly, and said that it was going to rain soon, but he suddenly had a plan in his heart, and couldn't help laughing heartily: "Good rain, good rain!"

Murong Yunzhen also sensed that it was going to rain soon, but whether it was really as good as the Demon Sect said, he didn't think so. It is late autumn now, and the rain in the mountains must be cold to the bone, and if it really rains, I will have to bear it stiffly. Thinking of this, Murong Yunzhen glanced back at the Demon Sect, although he was facing a great demon with outstanding martial arts, he was still an old man after all, if it rained later, would he also have to rain with him?

"Hey, it's going to rain soon, so you'd better avoid it. Murong Yunzhen shouted across the stream.

"Haha, are you going to break up the old man so that he can abscond?" said the Demon Sect vigilantly.

Murong Yunzhen had no choice but to sigh helplessly: "Looking at the appearance of dark clouds, it will definitely rain heavily in the future, and you are also old, in case you are infected with wind and cold, it is not good." ”

The Demon Sect couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, but then he changed his mind and said, "I'm going to kill you, will you still have such kindness?"

Murong Yunzhen sighed again and said, "The old man and the old man of the people......

"Don't talk nonsense, pick up the key points. The Demon Sect said impatiently.

Murong Yunzhen paused, then sped up his voice and said, "If it weren't for this First Emperor Holy Sword, I don't think you would have taken my life, then we can't be regarded as enemies, I really can't bear to let you suffer this misery with the body of a wind candle." ”

"Hmph, that's it? The Demon Sect said unappreciatively.

Murong Yunzhen was helpless in the face of such a stubborn old man, but when he saw the cold wind blowing through his beard, his heart was very uneasy, so he said silently: "I will stand here before the rain stops, you can go to the big tree over there to take shelter from the rain." ”

The Demon Sect glanced at Murong Yunzhen, and then at Gu Zhang, who was not far away, but said with emotion: "I didn't expect that it was not my disciples who were so concerned about the old man. ”

The disciples of the Demon Sect have always emphasized martial arts attainments, and the rules set up are also strict and strange, although the disciples trained are extraordinary, but they are in awe of the Demon Sect, and they are still missing a human touch.

Although the Demon Sect was emotional, he could also distinguish the importance of the matter, but he would never leave. In fact, there was another reason why the Demon Sect didn't leave, that is, he noticed that there was a change in Shangyang Mountain, and he couldn't help but suddenly become enlightened.

"I came to Shangyang Mountain today, one is to take the sword here, and the other is to visit Mr. Zhuo. The Demon Sect shouted heartily to the other side of the river.

Murong Yunzhen then looked back, but he didn't see any traces on this empty mountain, so he looked at the Demon Sect in surprise. But at this moment, Murong Yunzhen suddenly felt a flutter in front of him, and the previous aggressive sword aura disappeared. Murong Yun was really curious, but he saw a person in a white robe walking down the mountain.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and the Demon Lord is not harmed?" said the white-robed man in a loud voice as he walked.

The Demon Sect's eyes lit up, so he took a few steps forward and said excitedly: "Mr. Zhuo really lived up to the promise of the year. ”

Murong Yunzhen listened curiously, because from the conversation between the two, they were more like a pair of old friends who had reunited after a long absence. If this is the case, then how can he save this Holy Sword of the First Emperor?

But at this moment, the white-robed man had already approached Murong Yunzhen's side. Murong Yunzhen turned his eyes to look at it, but saw that he had a childish face, a silver beard lined his chest, and he was strong and powerful despite his old age. This old man is the Shangyang Mountain Sword Saint Zhuo.

Just as Murong Yunzhen looked at Zhuo Yiran, Zhuo Yiran also glanced back at Murong Yunzhen slightly. Being looked at by him like this, Murong Yun was really shocked, but seeing his soothing eyes and indifferent feelings overflowing on his face from time to time, he was not so nervous.

"The predecessor is the Shangyang Mountain Sword Saint?" Murong Yunzhen asked curiously.

But Zhuo Yiran shook his head, and only said in a floating voice: "I'm just Zhuo Yiran who lives in seclusion here, you can call me Mr. Zhuo." ”

Murong Yunzhen was immediately disappointed, and when he looked around, he didn't see a second person coming out of the mountain, so he said regretfully: "It turns out that you are not the Sword Saint of Shangyang Mountain. ”

Zhuo Yiran and the Demon Sect laughed heartily at the same time, this kind of situation, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a big war is imminent.

"Boy, if you read too many books, you have to read your brain stupidly. He's not the Shangyang Mountain Sword Saint, so are you?" said the Demon Sect with a sneer.

But he didn't admit that he was a Juggernaut. Murong Yunzhen looked at Zhuo Yiran and said hesitantly.

"Hehe, my surname is Zhuo, and I don't have a surname Jian, and my name doesn't have any holy words, why do you want to admit it?" Zhuo Yiran said easily.

"Haha, haha, it turns out that you are the Sword Master. Yes, I remember that Ouyeel Tiangong's predecessors once said that the sword saint of Shangyang Mountain is Zhuo Yiran...... No, it's Mr. Zhuo. It's really wonderful!" Murong Yunzhen immediately said excitedly.

"But Mr. Ou Ye from Kunlun Mountain called you?" Zhuo Yiran asked shallowly.

"Exactly, exactly......" Murong Yunzhen said as he remembered what happened to Kunlun Mountain that day, but he couldn't help but suddenly become sad, and he forgot to continue.

"Don't rush, speak slowly, speak slowly. Zhuo Yiran approached Murong Yunzhen's side, patted him lightly on the back and said.

Murong Yunzhen only felt gentle and comfortable on his back, and when he looked up again, he happened to see Zhuo Yiran's kind gaze, and his heart was warm, and all the painful experiences were swept away.

"Demon Sect...... It was he who slaughtered in order to seize the Holy Sword of the First Emperor, and even the predecessors of Ouye Tiangong did not let go. Murong Yun said sadly: "Ouyeel Tiangong's predecessors asked me to send this sword to Mr. Zhuo before they died, and now they finally live up to their trust, and ask their seniors to accept it." ”

"Alas, the Demon Lord's murderous intent is still so heavy. Zhuo Yiran sighed with a smile after hearing this.

"This is a bad statement, I take the sword this time, and only kill those who stand in my way, if he doesn't die to stop me, I naturally disdain to kill him a mediocre person. The Demon Sect said with peace of mind.

"Hehe, although this is the case, it is not always a good thing to cut off people's lives, so it is better to have less. Zhuo Yiran said lightly.

Murong Yunzhen then handed out the First Emperor's Holy Sword with both hands, only to wait for Zhuo Yiran to accept it. It's strange to say, the Demon Sect obviously cares about the First Emperor's Holy Sword very much, and now seeing that Murong Yun really wants to give the sword to Zhuo Yiran, he doesn't see any look on his face.

Zhuo Yiran glanced at Murong Yunzhen deeply, and roughly guessed the hardships he had endured to escort the Holy Sword this time, so he nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"As long as the First Emperor's Holy Sword can be delivered to you intact, that little hardship is nothing, and please ask Mr. Zhuo to accept the sword. Murong Yun said really loudly.

But Zhuo Yiran sighed silently and said, "I can't accept this sword, you better take it." ”

Murong Yunzhen couldn't believe his ears, there were so many people in the world who coveted this sword, even a worldly master like the Demon Sect was also moved, but why would he be out of the door?

Hearing that Zhuo Yiran did not accept the Holy Sword of the First Emperor, the Demon Sect was not only not happy, but was slightly embarrassed.

"Mr. Zhuo, this sword is related to the direction of the world, please be sure to accept it. Murong Yun really persuaded eagerly.

"Where is the world going, but what does it have to do with Shangyang Mountain, and what does it have to do with me, Zhuo Zhuo?" said directly.

"This ...... The so-called rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, Mr. Zhuo ......" Murong Yun said incoherently.

"Haha, Mr. Zhuo has long been detached from the world and is not bound by ordinary people. In contrast, the old man still thinks about these pills, which is really dwarfed. The Demon Sect laughed loudly on the other side of the river.

Before the Demon Sect finished speaking, Zhuo Yiran looked at him and smiled.

But Murong Yunzhen was not willing to end like this, so he wanted to persuade again, but Zhuo Yiran had already seen his thoughts, so he said slowly: "The rise and fall of the world is a certainty; How can you go against the trend?"

Murong Yunzhen was speechless for a moment.

"When the Qin Emperor cast this sword, he sought the future generations, but unexpectedly the second emperor died; and the later people deliberately took the sword to seek their own thoughts, how could they have fulfilled their wishes? The reason for this is that they acted against the sky and went against the grain. Zhuo Yiran said lightly.

"But in case this sword falls into the hands of a villain, such as the Demon Sect...... With his old man's hands, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" Murong Yunzhen said in a panic.

The Demon Sect immediately glared at Murong Yunzhen with disdain.

"Haha, if the Demon Monarch is not here, he will take the Holy Sword of the First Emperor, and he will not fight the idea of becoming an emperor. Zhuo Yiran said proudly.

"Wonderful, wonderful, worthy of the fact that I went to the wilderness forty years ago to find you. Although Mr. Zhuo is my lifelong rival, he is even better than my best friend of the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect said with great relief.

Zhuo Yiran also smiled with relief when he heard this.

"If Mr. Zhuo does not accept this sword, then please ask Mr. Zhuo to draw this sword. Murong Yun said anxiously. The reason why Murong Yunzhen was so anxious was not only that Zhuo Yiran did not accept the First Emperor's Holy Sword, but also had something to do with the close relationship between the two. Murong Yunzhen was only afraid that Zhuo Yiran would send it to the Demon Sect, so he simply asked him to draw out the First Emperor Holy Sword, because once the First Emperor Holy Sword was drawn, it would become an ordinary sword, thus completely losing the ability to open the key to the Qinling Underground Palace.

But even if it was such a simple request as drawing the Holy Sword of the First Emperor, Zhuo Yiran did not agree. In fact, Zhuo Yiran understood Murong Yun's true thoughts, but he naturally had his reasons for doing so.

"I can't pull out this Holy Sword of the First Emperor. Zhuo Yiran said.

"Mr. Zhuo, why is this?" asked Murong Yun in confusion.

"If you can't, don't blame me, young man. Zhuo Yiran said indifferently.

Murong Yunzhen was even more puzzled, didn't he just pull out a sword, and there were still regulations that allowed it? Not only was Murong Yunzhen puzzled, but the Demon Sect on the other side was also puzzled.

"Is there something that Mr. Zhuo can't do?" the Demon Sect couldn't help but ask.

"Haha, I'm also a mortal, how can I do everything?" replied Zhuo Yiran.

"It turns out that there is something else going on. The Demon Sect smiled deeply.

Zhuo Yiran nodded, and then said: "This Holy Sword of the First Emperor is cast with the blood of Emperor Qin, and my ancestor of Shangyang Mountain is the son of Fusu, he still doesn't dare to draw it, how can I exceed the rules? This is the order of my master." ”

"I'm afraid it's not just that, right?" said the Demon Sect with a smile again.

"Haha, it's really in vain that you and I have been friends for half a lifetime. At that time, the prince Fusu was framed by Li and Zhao, and the second also listened to slander and harmed him, but the ancestor finally remembered the brotherhood, and did not want the people of Li to suffer more from the war. Zhuo Yiran said silently.

"No wonder the sword guards sent the sword several times to no avail. Only then did Murong Yunzhen understand why the sword guard had not been able to fulfill his wish to send the sword.

"After the ancestor returned to seclusion, he devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship, and never asked about the affairs of the world. However, the sword guards came to harass him from time to time, so he set up a rule that all my disciples of Shangyang Mountain should not touch the Holy Sword of the First Emperor. Zhuo Yiran said.

Murong Yunzhen and the Demon Sect suddenly became enlightened. But understanding the reason does not mean that he will agree, Murong Yunzhen thought about it, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he said: "Having said that, but Gongzi Fusu has been dead for a long time, so because of this rule, it is not too worthless to let the sword guard and the sword guard continue to complete this task for thousands of years?

"You are a sword guard, so you will naturally look at this matter from your perspective. Zhuo Yiran said.

"Juniors are not sword guards. Murong Yunzhen replied.

Zhuo Yiran glanced at Murong Yunzhen hesitantly, and said a little abruptly: "If you are not a sword guard, then the sword guard is all over." ”

Zhuo Yiran is right, after a mission lasts for a thousand years, the personnel in it have long withered, and the last Ouyee Tiangong, Tie Song, and the Hou Sword Servant who played chess before have all died, and this task can be regarded as a complete end.