A light is like a bean, and the ancestral hall of Qingyunmen is a little gloomy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A simple old man in gray gently cleaned the fallen leaves in front of the hall.

Qin Mu stood behind him, looking at his thin shoulders and gray hair, he didn't dare to imagine his face, and even, he didn't dare to make a noise to disturb him.

He couldn't believe that this person was actually Wan Jianyi, who was in white clothes and won snow back then.

As if sensing something, the gray-clothed old man paused and slowly turned around.

Time seems to go back a hundred years, things are similar, but people are no longer the same.

Looking at the withered scab on Wan Jian's side, Qin Mu felt a pang in his heart, and for a while, the two words of senior brother seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

As soon as Wan Jian looked at Qin Mu, his hands trembled unconsciously, and the broom he held was like a dead leaf in the wind, and with a soft pop, it turned into powder in his palm and fell.

The two who reunited were speechless for a while.

Wan Jian twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and said, "Senior brother, you are finally back." The tone was like crying and laughing.

Qin Mu nodded and said, "I'm back, senior brother, you're also old." ”

A cultivator, if he does not have a world-weary heart, he will never be like Wan Jianyi, Wan Jianyi raised his hand, stroked the folds on his face, and smiled slightly: "I am a person who lives hard, how can I not be old?"

Qin Mu was slightly silent, and with a stretch of his sleeve, he actually took out two jars of wine and said to Wan Jian: "Senior brother, I returned to Qingyun three years ago, guarded filial piety for my master, collected mountain dew every morning, and brewed these two jars of sake, in order to see my senior brother one day and conspire with you to get drunk." ”

Wan Jian smiled and was about to take over the wine jar, but Qin Mu took it in his hand, avoiding his palm. Zhengse faced Wan Jian: "My wine, only respect the heroic." ”

Wan Jian shook his hand and looked at Qin Mu quietly.

His expression was extremely depressed, as if he was talking to himself, and he said softly: "I have two major regrets in my life, one is that you are in a wilderness, senior brother, and I can't do anything, and the other is ...... The second is to kill the master who raised him with his own hands. Senior brother, I just want to accompany Master more, so why are you forcing me?"

Qin Mu was slightly silent, raised his eyes to look at the Ancestral Master Hall, and asked, "Senior Brother, how many of the elders in this Ancestral Hall died in battle, and how many died at the end of their lives?"

Wan Jian pondered for a moment, and replied with some horror: "Those who are old in the sickbed, one out of ten and two." ”

"Senior brother, when the head of Tianchengzi gave you the dragon sword, but I expect you to live a decadent life like today?

Qin Mu had a palm in his hand, and a sword like autumn water appeared in his hand, as if he smelled the breath of the old master, and the sword body was clear and excited.

"This is what I took from Senior Brother Cangsong, since your accident, he has been facing this dragon sword day and night, but he never uses it, lest he make this sword's reputation dusty. ”

"Senior Brother Wan, you have already made the dragon slayer dusty today. ”

Qin Mu threw it in his hand, and the dragon sword was like a streamer, inserted in front of Wan Jian's body.

Even if it was carefully taken care of by Cang Song, this dragon slaying sword was much darker than it was in the hands of Wan Jian that day.

Wan Jianyi seemed to be a little distressed, gently stroked the sword body, looked in a trance, and asked Qin Mu: "Senior Brother Qin, I want to know, why do you provoke me so much?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "I just don't want to see the twilight of the hero and the sword covered with dust. ”

He paused and continued: "Maybe you will feel that this Qingyun Mountain is already all your life, but for me, it is this world, and I also feel that it is cramped, Senior Brother Wan, I have to walk a very distant and ethereal long road, alone, it is inevitably a little lonely." ”

Wan Jian smiled, his fingers lightly brushed over the blade of the Dragon Slaying Sword, and replied loudly: "I regret that you asked, I have asked myself thousands of times, and each time it is an answer." ”

"No regrets!"

Those withered and old palms, I don't know how many winds and frosts they had experienced, once again touched the hard and cold hilt, and then, clenched it!

In the ancestral hall of the patriarch, there was a faint sound of bells and bells suddenly.

"Choking ......"

Suddenly, the originally dim dragon slaying sword Huo Ran rose green, and the blooming light was like the scorching sun in the sky, dazzling and unable to force the eyes! Wan Jian slowly pulled out the dragon slaying sword, and every time he got a point, the dragon slaying sword seemed to be trembling with excitement, and the dragon chanted endlessly, and the shocking voice echoed out, straight into the nine heavens.

He straightened up, slowly placed the dragon slaying sword in front of him, and gently stroked it with his hand. The calloused hand that has been eroded by the years is as gentle as stroking the beloved woman.

The dragon slaying sword roared, as if it had spirituality, and it was excited.

A sword, cut out!

A clear light rushed straight to the sky from the mountain behind Tongtian Peak, and even the flowing clouds on the edge of the sky were shattered by the fierce sword intent.

Dao Xuan stood at the door of the Yuqing Palace, looking at the back mountain with a complicated face, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow, sighed softly, and walked into the silent hall.

Xiaozhu Peak, Lu Xueqi was meticulously practicing her sword, but when she saw the figure of the master beside her who had been smiling and looking at her, she trembled, raised her head suddenly, looked into the distance, and was not dignified and serious in the past, but flew towards Tongtian Peak a little crazily.

The crystal water droplets fell, Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, Master, are you crying?

Dazhufeng Su Ru gently leaned beside Tian Buyi, and her eyes showed a gentle and happy look.

In the quiet room of Longshou Peak, Cang Song, who was rigid and stern in the eyes of all the disciples, knelt on the futon, wailing and crying, and his body that was stiff and upright on weekdays was extremely weak at this time.

With a sword slash out, Wan Jianyi's rickety body straightened up like a mountain, his eyes looked at the blue streamer flying in the distance gently, and he looked back at Qin Mu and smiled: "Senior Brother Qin, can I drink this sip of wine?"

It was night, behind the Tongtian Peak, the first seat of the seven veins gathered.

Wan Jian picked up the wine glass, walked up to Dao Xuan, looked at him silently, and said, "Senior brother, you have done a good job over the years. “

The wine glass in Dao Xuan's hand trembled, and he looked at Wan Jianyi.

"Master respected him back then, and it was you who chose him, and he was not wrong. “

Wan Jian raised his glass and saluted Dao Xuan, Dao Xuan looked at him, his eyes suddenly became a little wet, and he drank all the wine in the cup.

On the second day, the children of Qingyun found that there seemed to be something different in Qingyun Mountain.

In the past, there were three unsolved mysteries among the disciples of Qingyun Mountain - what was the Zhuxian Sword like, when would Cangsong Shouzao laugh, and why did Master Shuiyue hate men so much.

In one day, two of the three are subverted!

Especially those stubborn disciples who made small mistakes from time to time, looking at the expression of the Cangsong Daoist who was in charge of the punishment with a gentle and hateful expression, he was careful and his liver was raised.

Happiness came so suddenly, it's terrifying!(To be continued.) )