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The loud shouts echoed in the White Emperor City, on the sword platform, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, whether it was a beginner disciple or a cultivation disciple, they were all in high spirits, with high morale in their eyes, practicing swordsmanship hard, as if the great battle that happened in the White Emperor City a few months ago did not have any impact on them, and the White Emperor City was still the White Emperor City, transcendent and unconcerned.

And behind this prosperity, there is an unknown sadness.

The mountain behind the White Emperor City, the Phantom Heart Stone Forest, after a big battle, has long been unrecognizable, the stone forest has collapsed, the rocks are craggy, the ground has more deep pits, cracks and roads, at a glance, it is a tragic scene, and in the tragedy, there is also a trace of grief.

The head of Qingsu Zhenren, in addition to Qingyun Zhenren, the four elders, the four deacon disciples, and Mingyun Mingwu Mingyu, were all present, they looked sad, quietly looking at the front of them, sitting cross-legged, the old man who was not looking old, his hair was snow-white, his skin was like a dehydrated old tree, and the ravines were criss-crossed.

Looking at Qinghan Zhenren like this, Jiang Le's pale face turned a little whiter, and there was a strong sense of struggle and guilt in his eyes, if it weren't for his reckless behavior and destruction of the bell stone pillar, the Demon Immortal Huafeng would not have broken the seal, and Qinghan Zhenren would not have fought hard to save everyone, and finally was seriously injured.

One drink and one peck, there is its own cycle of cause and effect.

"Qinghan Real ......"

The head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, shook the dust and opened his mouth slightly, but just about to speak, he couldn't help but stop, and he had nothing to say.

"Ahem...... Don't be like this, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the way of heaven, my generation of monks, Chaowen Dao, can die at night, Qinghan can live so long, there is no regret, there is only one thing, Qinghan can not rest assured. Qinghan Zhenren said.

"Qinghan Zhenren, please speak. ”

"Qing Han has been guarding the sword mound in the back mountain since he entered the sect until he became an elder, and now Qing Han's longevity is over, but he is powerless to act, I hope that the real person in charge will choose another disciple to protect the sword mound, and don't let the ancestors of the White Emperor City be disturbed. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but have a sour nose, and a trace of sadness inexplicably appeared in their hearts, looking at the eyes of this old man who was old with wind and candles, full of deep respect.

The head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, shook off the dust lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Qinghan Zhenren can rest assured, Qingsu should make proper arrangements." ”

"That's good, Qinghan has no regrets in this life. A trace of ease appeared on the old face of Qinghan Zhenren, and in the wrinkled palm, a fairy sword blooming with spiritual light appeared, and then Qinghan Zhenren gently pushed and led the fairy sword to the head of Qingsu Zhenren.

"One of the top ten spirit swords in the White Emperor City, there is no shadow, since the beginning of Qinghan, it has been with each other, and now Qinghan is about to die, but he can never stay by his side, only to entrust the real person in charge, and choose the master. ”

The head of the Qing Su Zhenren stretched out his hand and held Chengying Wuxiang, this spirit sword seemed to sense the master's checkmate, and suddenly swallowed the sword, blooming with immeasurable divine light, and the formless sword body was actually condensed into an entity, the whole body was green, and the edge was exposed.

Recite.

Qingyue screamed straight into the nine skies, with a strong sense of sadness, the fairy sword has a spirit, and he died for the lord.

In this situation, Jiang Chen couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned his back slightly, turned his back to everyone, and at this moment, everyone suddenly exclaimed in his ears, Jiang Chen's body trembled, and slowly closed his eyes.

Qinghan Zhenren's body is glowing, like a **** day, bright and bright, worthy of the sun and the moon, his life came to an end, and at the last moment, he was extremely sublimated, blooming the most dazzling light in the monk's life. Qinghan Zhenren slowly closed his eyes, his demeanor was serene, free and easy, his body burst out with the light, and slowly dissipated, turning into a point of light in the sky, merging into this land.

Protect the mountain after death, and integrate with it after death.

"Salute!"

The head of the sect, Qing Su Zhenren, held the shadow tightly, bent slightly, and bowed deeply towards the place where Qinghan Zhenren turned into a Taoist, and everyone also looked solemn and saluted sincerely.

"Jiang Chen!"

Hearing the call of the real person in charge, Jiang Chen stepped forward, bowed down, and said respectfully: "Jiang Chen meets the real person in charge......

"Qinghan Zhenren Dao, entrusted by his life, you must have heard that among the four deacon disciples, only you have never held a sword, therefore, this sword has no appearance, so it is entrusted to you, I hope you will not live up to the hard work of Qinghan Zhenren, hold the sword and act chivalrous, and maintain the right way in the world. ”

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned, and then saluted again, and said: "The heart of the real person in charge of the family, Jiang Chen should remember it in his heart, however, Jiang Chen does not know how to use a sword, such a magic weapon, in Jiang Chen's hands, it is just a pearl in the dark cast, please take it back from the real person in charge, and choose another talent." ”

"Nonsense!" Elder Bai Dan shouted loudly, his angry white beard curled up, and said angrily: "White Emperor City is a sword cultivator, how can the disciples of the sect not use a sword, we wait for sword cultivation, if there is a sword in the hand, the power can be multiplied, and the combat power is unparalleled, and the shadow is one of the top ten spirit swords in the White Emperor City, which is comparable to ordinary divine soldiers, do not act rashly, think twice......"

"Jiang Chen, have you made up your mind?" asked the real person in charge again.

Jiang Chen's eyes were firm, and he cast an apologetic glance at Elder Bai Dan, and said loudly: "Jiang Chen has made up his mind, I hope the head of the sect will take back this sword." ”

"Hmph, rotten wood can't be carved!" Elder Bai Dan snorted coldly.

The head of the family, Qing Su Zhenren, also shook his head slightly, and sighed: "That's it, that's it, there is a sword in my heart, but there is no sword in my hand, and there is no difference, Jiang Chen has no intention of this sword, only to bury it in the sword mound and wait for the virtuous person." ”

The sword mound is behind the Phantom Heart Stone Forest, which is the place where the sword is buried, and all the people of the White Emperor City Gate will bury their fairy swords in this place when they are about to die. The White Emperor City has been inherited for thousands of years, since it has gone through the sea, on the empty flat land, densely packed with soil bags, there is no end in sight, and there are countless of them.

"Under every pile of soil here, there is a burial of an ancestor of the White Emperor City......"

The head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, said quietly, his tone was ethereal, slowly spreading and spreading, the heroic spirit between the world seemed to have a sense, the wind rose out of thin air, the breeze blew, and the sound of whimpering sounded, as if the ancestors were telling endless sorrow.

The head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, stepped forward slowly, found a place without a soil bag, and wanted to bury the shadow here, a figure appeared in front of him, the head of the real person looked at it, only to see Jiang Le bend down and salute, kneel on the ground, and said in a low tone: "The head of the real person, can Jiang Le bury the sword?"

Jiang Le's move was really abrupt, the head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, was slightly surprised, and everyone behind him also showed doubts, only Jiang Chen, with deep eyes and a thoughtful look, watched quietly and did not speak.

"Do you know that burying a sword for someone is a blessing to others?"

Jiang Le knew it, but Jiang Le had no regrets. Jiang Le raised his head and said softly.

The head of the real person shook his head slightly, and said: "Qingyun Zhenren has not accepted apprentices before, and you are the only one under the door, if you accept Qinghan Zhenren, you will have to shoulder the trust of Qinghan Zhenren, protect the sword mound in the back mountain, and the matter of the Spirit Sword Pavilion will have nothing to do with you." ”

The five elders of White Emperor City, the spirit sword elder Qingyun Zhenren is the only one disciple of Jiang Le, if there is no accident, after Qingyun Zhenren, it is Jiang Le who inherits the position of the spirit sword elder, but at this time, Jiang Le actually wants to bury the sword for the head of the real person, once he takes over this matter, he will take over the trust of Qinghan Zhenren with one hand, which is completely different from the previous gift of sword Jiang Chen.

"Please ask the real person in charge to answer!" Jiang Le said stubbornly.

"Jiang Le ......"

"The real person in charge, just leave this matter to Jiang Le. Jiang Chen said.

"Senior Brother Jiang Chen, how can you be so rash?" The people around Mingqing looked anxious, and hurriedly persuaded.

Jiang Chen shook his head slightly, glanced at Jiang Le, sighed, and was silent.

The head of the house, Qing Su Zhenren, smiled slightly bitterly, and said nothing more, handed Chengying Wuxiang to Jiang Le's hands, Jiang Le held Chengying Wuxiang with both hands, and slowly came to the place where the sword was buried.

Seeing this, everyone was moved, but no one spoke, let alone dissuaded, because they vaguely guessed.

"Idiot!" The head Qingsu Zhenren shook his head, turned around slightly, and said: "Qinghan Zhenren passed away with a smile, without any resentment, now the regret has disappeared, the past, the cycle of cause and effect, since the smoke disappears, the deceased rest in peace, the living should do it themselves, don't indulge in it......" After speaking, the head Qingsu Zhenren left the sword mound.

The four elders followed, only a few of the twelve generations of disciples had their eyes flickering, looking at Jiang Le's eyes full of strangeness, Ming Qing saw this, shook his head slightly, and said, "This matter is over, let's leave by ourselves...... Senior Brother Jiang Chen, you ......"

"Senior brother left first, Jiang Chen still wants to stay for a while......"

Ming Qing nodded, left with the rest of the people, and when everyone was gone, Jiang Chen came to Jiang Le's side, looking at him with his hands scarred and bleeding, a trace of pity appeared in his heart, took out the wound medicine from the storage bracelet, and put it on him.

"Brother......

"Remember what the real person in charge said, the deceased left with a smile, and the grievances and hatreds have long disappeared...... Since you buried this sword, you will protect this sword mound in the back mountain in the future, and you will reflect on it here......"

Looking at Jiang Chen's figure in the distance, Jiang Le's eyes flashed. A bronze ancient mirror floated into the air, and then the black light converged, and a graceful shadow slowly emerged.

"Jiang Le, do you have remorse and regret saving me?" Xiao Ran asked with his head down.

Jiang Le smiled slightly, and said: "Jiang Le has already said that for Xiao Ran, Jiang Le does not care about life and death, this time, Qinghan Zhenren died because of Jiang Le, Jiang Le is deeply guilty, and he regrets it, but Jiang Le has never regretted saving Xiao Ran......"

Xiao Ran's phantom suddenly raised her head, and on her delicate face, a beautiful smile bloomed, she smiled, staring at Jiang Le, and the look in her eyes was almost condensed into substance.

"But it's a pity, even so, it still can't get Xiao Ran out of ......"

"With you by her side, Xiao Ran is already extremely satisfied, and it doesn't matter if he can get out or not. Xiao Ran said with a smile.

"But Jiang Le wants to see Xiao Ran's true appearance......"

"What's the best thing to see, it's nothing more than a pair of eyes and a mouth, just like ordinary people......" Xiao Ran said casually.

"How can it be compared, since the origin of the Demon Immortal Huafeng can't let Xiao Ran get out of the bronze mirror, Jiang Le should find another opportunity, Jiang Le heard that the eight great sects of the eight great sects of the eight great powers, have the power of creation, unpredictable power, or can help Xiao Ran, when Jiang Le will handle the trivial matters properly, he will ask the master for his life, and go down the mountain to ask for help from the eight major sects......"

"Eight Extremes Artifact?!" Xiao Ran's eyes flashed with a strange divine light.

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