Mount Tai, Hidden Sect, Hidden Spirit Temple.

Above the main hall, the man in the soap robe was sitting precariously, his eyes were not angry and arrogant, and his gestures revealed a faint majesty, he must be a person who has been in a high position for a long time, and it is the sect master of the Yin Sect today, Yin Lingzi.

Next to his seat, there was also a middle-aged man, his clothes were as neat as new, his fingers were neatly trimmed, and although his hair was black and white, he was combed without any mess, and he must have done things meticulously and orderly.

On this Hidden Spirit Palace, the identity is naturally not ordinary, but the head of the Deacon Hall of the Hidden Sect Gen Yu, who is gently shaking the paper fan, bowing his head to taste tea, Nuo Da Main Hall, the two have no conversation, looking dull and depressed.

I don't know how many spiritual teas have been changed on the table, how many musks have been returned, and the moon has passed the window lattice.

"In recent days, several major families in the four southern states have been destroyed one after another, and it seems that their modus operandi was committed by the same person, and there are even rumors that the Demon Sect is responsible, I don't know what the senior brother thinks?"

Gen Yu seemed to have expected it, and said, "Speaking of the Demon Sect, it has long ceased to be powerful, and besides, that person has ......."

Before he could continue to finish speaking, Yin Lingzi immediately shouted, "Senior brother, don't mention the things of the past." ”

When the deacon hall master heard this, he was not impatient, and continued, "Over the years, there have been few traces of the Demon Sect on the rivers and lakes, and I am afraid that there are other people in the affairs of the four southern states. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Lingzi and said, "It's Senior Brother, although my Yin Sect has become more and more prosperous over the years, but the qualifications of the disciples in the sect are mediocre, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take on a big responsibility, plus Senior Brother Zangfeng ran away back then......"

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the sect interrupted again, "Senior Brother Genyu, Gu Zangfeng, who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, is no longer a person from my hidden sect, even if he is the first in the world, what can he do, saying it is also insulting the ancestors of all generations of the Sword Hall, that's it, that's it, you go on." ”

Hearing the words of the master, Gen Yu smiled indifferently, as if he didn't care about the mood of the master.

"Senior brother, are you jealous of Senior Brother Zang Feng again? But the previous generation of heads of the family passed on the throne to you, you must be better than Senior Brother Zangfeng, since he left, the people in the Sword Hall are thin, and now there is not a single disciple, the Sword Hall is already empty, and the senior brother was also born in the Sword Hall, I don't know if you want to break the inheritance of the Sword Hall in your own hands and be a sinner of my Hidden Sect for thousands of years?"

Speaking of this, Yin Lingzi's face finally changed slightly, and he said, "What the junior brother said is very true, as the head of the sect, I don't know anything, but it is easy to restore the Sword Hall and strengthen the Yin Sect, all the classics of the Sword Hall have been destroyed, and few beginner disciples have joined the Sword Hall, even if there is, it is difficult to become a big tool." ”

"Senior brother in charge, although I am the master of the deacon hall, I have long since not asked about the affairs of the sect, and I have handed them over to Yun Qi's nephew to take care of. With that, Gen Yu got up and saluted, and walked straight out of the main hall.

The head of the sect seemed to ignore this, and a person pondered for a long time, then stood up and turned to salute the portraits of the various generations of heads enshrined in the hall, "All the heads of the sect, if the disciples do something wrong, they are willing to suffer the punishment of ten thousand swords." With that, he got up and left the main hall.

In the early morning of the next day, Qingsang Ling Mountain.

It's early autumn, and although there are no obvious changes in the four seasons on the mountain, there is still a hint of coolness. Qiu Xin woke up from his sleep, thinking that he would be able to get the rest of the sword book today, and his face was full of joy, and he didn't care about asking the master for peace, so he went straight to the bottom of the pine tree at the end of the peak.

This pine tree doesn't know how old it is, looking up, it can't even reach the top, it looks taller and taller in the early morning sun, and Qiu Xin didn't feel how tall it was before, and now it seems that it makes people feel powerless.

So he looked at Tail Song and said angrily, "Master doesn't want to give me the sword spectrum, this pine tree is so tall, I haven't succeeded lightly, and my internal strength is still shallow, how can I go to the top of the tree and get the sword spectrum." Thinking of this, Qiu Xin's heart became more and more angry, so he returned to the cold cave, and without saying anything, he picked up Xiaobai and walked to the grass house.

Xiao Bai couldn't react, so he was caught in the grass hut, and said, "Master, if the sword spectrum is really at the top of the tail pine, the disciple is probably hopeless in this life," Xiao Bai seemed to feel the master's mood, hiding behind him and pretending to be fierce, and the master was strong.

However, the middle-aged man did not open his eyes, but said, "What do you say that there is no hope in this life, if you can't get the sword spectrum, this sword is not practiced, and it is in vain to practice, you just have to remember that the heart is sincere, and the thing will be done, and it is useless to say more. ”

After saying that, he didn't say a word, no matter what Qiu Xin said, he was indifferent, Qiu Xin saw this, so he had to glare at Xiaobai fiercely, and went out

On the bank of the heavenly pond, after Qiu Xin saw the master, he sat on the shore of the lake, staring at the partial peak and looking, still without a clue, the tail pine branches are thick, but it is easy to climb, but the resin covers the trunk, it is difficult to stand on it, and the snow on the tree makes it even more difficult to continue to go up.

Unless you go to the top of the tree in one go, it will be useless to get more than ten zhang on your own light skills, let alone get the sword book, the more you think about it, the more difficult it is, what sincerity is spiritual, it is just the master's perfunctory nonsense, where is there any way.

There are also records in ancient books about tail pine, which is cold and cold, as hard as iron and wood, and cannot be broken without firearms.

It's just that there is no yang iron on this Qingsang Mountain, and it is not feasible to cut wood to get a sword spectrum, thinking of this, Qiu Xin went to the tree house to see if there was such a firearm in the master's room.

Thinking about it, he entered the room, on the futon where the master sits on weekdays, there is an iron box, with two fire dragons tattooed on it, lifelike, quite imposing, Qiu Xin secretly said, did the master have expected it, keep this thing, wait for me to pick it up, and open the iron box with his hand.

Suddenly, a scorching breath rushed to his face, and Qiu Xin only felt that the true qi of the dantian was going upstream, rushing straight to the four remains, and the tingling sensation spread all over the body, and he couldn't help but fall down and use his strength to breathe.

After a long time, he finally suppressed the internal force and looked into the box, the thing in the box was a sword, the sword hilt was surrounded by double dragons, and the whole sword was dark red.

Qiu Xin doesn't seem to be surprised by this kind of thing, but he has never seen his master have this sword, but this kind of fire spirit weapon is enough to cut down the tail pine.

Without thinking about it, Qiu Xin reached out and grabbed the sword, to his surprise, this sword was actually cold in his hand, without the slightest burning feeling, which was completely different from the scene at the beginning, and couldn't help but make Qiu Xin hesitate whether this sword could cut off Tail Song.

Although he thought so in his heart, but there was no way now, it was better to give it a try, the idea was made, and Qiu Xin walked out with his sword.

The weather has passed noon, the autumn wind swept the snow to the lake, the cold carp in the lake jumped up and rushed towards the white snowflakes, accompanied by the sound of rustling in the mulberry forest, lingering in this Tianchi valley, trying its best to show the greatness and magic of the creator.

After a while, Qiu Xin had already come to the top of the partial peak and looked at the tall tail pine, but this time it was different, Qiu Xin still held the dark red sword in his hand.

Without thinking too much, he used his true qi and stabbed towards the main trunk of the tail pine, and heard the crisp sound of "Zheng Zheng", and the blade of the sword only entered the wood half an inch, which was really insignificant compared to the tail pine surrounded by these people.

Qiu Xin thought to himself, if he wanted to cut down this damn pine tree with half an inch of strength, he was afraid that it would take years and months, and he didn't know when he would be able to obtain the sword spectrum, but he was afraid that this road would not work, so he could only find another way.

He remembered that there was also a record in the book that the tail pine had a light skin and a rough inside, and it grew very fast, and it could be as high as 100 zhang. The branches of the tree were covered with snow and fat, and if you want to get the sword book at the top of the tree, you are afraid that you have to climb to the top of the tree.

As soon as he thought of this, Qiu Xin thought that this mountain was rocky, so he could climb the steps and divide the trees into white branches, or he could use this method, saying that he would climb the first branch and cut it sideways with his sword.

Sure enough, there was a place where the palm could stand, and after doing it, he jumped up, standing firmly on the branch, and his heart was overjoyed.

At this time, it was getting late, the sunset had set on the treetops, and before I knew it, fine snow was falling in the sky, Qiu Xin put the sword in the box, and walked to the cold cave alone. Qingsang Mountain in late autumn is always extremely cold, he lies on the cold bed, and then falls into a deep sleep after pranayama, as if this cold cave is the warmest place in the world, and the wind and snow outside the cave are in full bloom.

The next day, the wind and snow have stopped, waiting for the mulberry forest crow to call three times, the sun is sprinkled in the valley Tianchi, Qiu Xin woke up from his sleep, maybe these days he wants to get the sword book and is too tired, maybe Xiaobai went down the mountain without bothering, looking at the weather outside the cave, he was happy in his heart, God helps people with hearts.

After a while, he came to the tree with the sword box, with yesterday's experience, he climbed the steps of the tree that had been carved with a light car, and waved the sword down every other zhang, leaving a place to stay.

At this time, on the nameless path outside Qingsang Mountain, the man in the green robe was carrying a half-human burden, and was walking towards Qingsang Mountain unhurriedly, followed by a snow-white spiritual object, which was Master Qiuxin and Xiaobai who went down the mountain to do business.

Soon, one person and one thing arrived at the foot of the mountain, and the middle-aged man stopped to look at the mountain, turned around and said, "Little beast, did you say that your stupid master got the sword book?" ”

Xiaobai was very psychic, and when he heard this, he ignored it and ran directly to the mountain, the speed was extremely fast, and he was like walking on the ground in the face of this steep mountain. Seeing this, the middle-aged man scolded with a smile, "Follow Qiu Xin, even this beast is so cunning." ”

After that, he kicked the ground and got up, not slow compared to Xiaobai, and a green robe hunted in the wind, so he went up to the top of the mountain one after another.

At this time, Qiuxin has reached the top of the tail pine, got the rest of the sword spectrum, then stopped and looked at it, the pine tree that is a hundred feet high grows on the peak, standing on the top of the tree, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the eyes are full of vast white, like a fairyland, intoxicating, I can't help but want to float away, pounce on the unknown and beautiful future.