Leave the Worry Sect and look at the Worry Peak.

Wangwu Peak is the highest mountain in the Sorrow Sect except for the Nagato Sorrow Peak. This mountain stretches for nearly 100 miles, lush and green, and the aura is vast. From a distance, it is simple and vast, and the momentum is not lost to the peak of worry.

The hanging spring in the Wangwu Peak is flying, the strange flowers and plants are countless, one of the spring waterfalls, almost from the top of the Wangwu Peak to fly down, the sound of the water rumbles, the momentum is shocking. From a distance, it looks like a silver dragon running angrily, and the sound is mighty.

Because the water of the spring waterfall is fierce and vast, it is like splitting the Wangwu Peak with a sword from it, so this flying spring has a very imposing name: Sword Waterfall.

There is never a lack of beautiful scenery on the mountain, what clouds and strange stones, green pine ancient trees, has long been commonplace. According to the "Xiuzhen Jade Book" that strange people do not know in the cultivation world, the scenery of Liwu Mountain is the best in the world, and there are eighteen scenes of Liwu Mountain, which is the most superb view.

And this sword waterfall Canglong is also among the eighteen scenes, only succumbing to the fairy hidden asking the snow, ranking second among the eighteen scenes of worry.

Over the past many years, under the leadership of the first real person Qingxuan Venerable, Wangwu Peak has been innumerable, whether in terms of the number of disciples or influence, there is also the meaning of the long door to secretly compete with the Sorrow Peak.

In particular, the first Qing Xuan, since Qi Nan was in charge of the worries, he has won the greatest trust of Qi Nan Zhenren, and the seniority is only under Qi Xuan, so he is in charge of the punishment of heaven and the rules and precepts. The Venerable Master Qingxuan's cultivation was shocking, and he was determined to kill on weekdays, and the awe in the hearts of the disciples of the Nine Veins of Separation and Sorrow seemed to be secretly three points more than that of the difficult master.

Looking at the peak of the worry, ask the sword hall.

This is the usual residence of the Venerable Master Qing Xuan. It's just that Qing Xuan has been in retreat since he reached an agreement with Lu Wujian that day, and the Sword Hall is empty except for a few children and outer disciples doing some daily cleaning.

After a while, Qing Ming broke through the air, and Chu Xiao, who was dressed in white, had already landed outside the Wenjian Hall first, and after a while, the other five disciples of Wangwu Peak also fell.

Chu Xiao didn't look at the five people behind him, and when these five people fell into the clouds, he strode into the Wenjian Hall without looking back. These five disciples, you look at me, I look at you, and they all silently followed behind and entered the Sword Hall.

The space of the Wenjian Hall is much larger than that of the Wenjian Hall, the red lacquered pillars in the hall are shining, and there are copper candlesticks on each pillar, and the candles with the thickness of a fist on the copper candlesticks will illuminate the huge Wenjian Hall transparently and brightly.

On the wall in the middle of the Kendo Hall, there is a huge portrait of a person. The person in the painting has white hair and a shawl, even his eyebrows are white, wearing a golden gossip robe, holding a black and gold fairy sword, the fairy sword is simple and cold, this picture scroll is even more lifelike, black and gold is like a substance, although it is in the hands of this person, it seems to want to break free from the hand, the sword is mighty, and it is fascinating. Presumably, this painter is not an idle person.

The person in the painting has a serene face, standing with his head bowed, as if looking from a distance, as if contemplative. On the hilt of the black-gold fairy sword in his hand, I don't know what kind of font was written. How to see these two words with the eyes is not recognizable in any way, but strange to say, when the eyes come into contact with these two words, although they still do not recognize, but the soul reminds you that the reading of these two is exactly: the word Xianyin!

Presumably, this painter is not an idle person. was able to integrate a wisp of his divine consciousness into these two words, I have to say that it is really a great stroke of creation that conquers the heavens and the earth!

On one side of the painting, there is a line of small characters in the line of the dragon and snake: the real portrait of the teacher is indivisible, and the disciple Xiao Gong looks up.

It turns out that this painting is a real person in charge of the previous generation of the Liwu Sect, but if you see this painting for the first time, you will have some doubts about this line of small characters.

This line of words is written with the content of the painting and the person who painted, the content of this painting is undoubtedly Wuji Zhenren, but the person who painted is called Xiao's disciple Xiao, which is strange, Wuji Zhenren has a total of nine disciples, in charge of the nine veins of worry, but there is no disciple surnamed Xiao, but the person who painted is called Xiao's disciple, and this painting is hung on the sword hall in a grand manner, the reason is elusive.

In the hall where Chu Xiao entered, he sat on the main seat with his hands hanging down in the middle, and the position at the top was empty, thinking that it was the seat of Qingxuan Zhenren.

When the five disciples who came in later saw Chu Xiao sit down, they all sat down on both sides, all looking at Chu Xiao and waiting for him to speak.

However, Chu Xiao, who was originally close to people, did not say a word since he sat in this hall, lowered his head and pondered, and the atmosphere became silent and depressing.

After waiting for a long time, Chu Xiao slowly raised his head, but his eyes were rarely cold. Chu Xiao's eyes swept across the faces of these five disciples, sharp and cold.

These five disciples seemed to have seen through their thoughts, and their hearts trembled, and their faces turned pale and lowered their heads.

Chu Xiao sneered slightly, and only said softly: "Okay, very good!" and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the hall became oppressive and slightly awkward. The five disciples sat there and were even more restrained, Chu Xiao wanted to talk and laugh in their eyes, and was extremely friendly, but they didn't think that today seemed to be different from the past, Chu Xiao's face was always as cold as ice, as if he had changed someone.

There was silence, the silence in the hall seemed to freeze even the air around it, only the candles dripping on the candlesticks, the sound of ticking, made people's hearts tremble slightly.

Chu Xiao's heart was actually extremely disappointed, it was not easy for him to sit here and remain as calm as possible. Thinking of the scene just now, he was deeply wronged, but only the little disciple of Mo Youfeng and Lu Xiyue stood up, and these disciples who looked at the peak of the peak on weekdays, no matter how close or distant they were, they should logically stand up.

On weekdays, Chu Xiao is always generous and generous, and takes good care of them both in terms of practice and life, but he was wronged, their indifferent eyes, and his way of cowering, which really made Chu Xiao's heart seem to sink to the bottom.

This is the Wangwu Peak that he once deceived himself and thought that he was monolithic, which had not yet gone to the sword mountain and the sea of fire, but he had already turned away from the people's hearts, and it was really a catastrophe to fly separately.

Chu Xiao could see in their eyes the incomparable indifference and the mentality of watching jokes.

was good to them on weekdays, but it was really in vain!

After a while, Chu Xiao finally spoke slowly: "It's all gone......"

The voice was tinged with indifference and heartache.

The five disciples were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, and stood there and walked without staying or staying. A disciple relied on his courage, gave a salute, and was about to speak, Chu Xiao frowned, waved his hand gently, and said coldly: "Don't work hard to ask more! Later, I will explain everything to the master, and I will bear the responsibility by myself, you guys disperse!"

The five disciples glanced at Chu Xiao, and then walked out of the hall quite uncomfortably.

Before he left the hall, Chu Xiao suddenly spoke slowly: "Why don't you go find a place to try your cultivation......?"

When these five people heard this, they were shocked into a cold sweat, but they didn't dare to answer, and left quickly with their heads down.

The hall was empty, only Chu Xiao was left, the rights and wrongs of the day were finally coming to an end, the fiery sun finally sank in the west, and the night came quietly.

But in this empty Wenjian Hall, Chu Xiao was still sitting like that, and in the shadows, the back of the candle shining on the ground, was slowly stretched by the candlelight, and it looked like there was a heavy loneliness and sadness......

The night is deep, the moon hangs in the sky, but tonight's moon is a full moon. But the heart has long been broken.

Chu Xiao slowly walked towards a stone cave in the back mountain, the moonlight was bleak, and his whole person was a little hesitant and helpless.

Along the way, Chu Xiao's heart was already as uncomfortable as a boiling pot, and Shizun was in retreat in that stone cave, and he went to explain everything like this, what would Shizun think? Do you believe in yourself or indifferently believe that you are the murderer! Indifferent as in this world?

As soon as I thought of this, the footsteps became even heavier. Chu Xiao had never had such a fetter, suddenly, gritted his teeth, shook his head, and secretly said in his heart: Let it go! It was already a meteor in stride, and without a moment's hesitation, the white figure had already melted into the thick night.

In front of the stone cave, Chu Xiao slowly stopped, in front of this stone cave is a heavy stone door, and across the door, is the master.

The teacher's kindness is like the sea, but how will his master think of himself tonight? Chu Xiao has never been so afraid to face his master in his life.

As soon as his legs were weak, Chu Xiao had already knelt on the ground with a sad expression, but he didn't say a word.

In the middle of the night, a distant and old voice suddenly came from inside the stone gate: "Chu Xiao, you are here!"

It was Qingxuan's voice.

Chu Xiao heard it really and really, there was a sour feeling in his heart, his nose fanned, but he couldn't hold back his tears, and his voice trembled a little: "Yes...... Master, I have something ......."

Qing Xuan's voice suddenly sounded: "Alas, I already know about this matter, but it is a tricky matter, but this matter is not your doing, you don't have to blame yourself, stand up!"

The voice is not loud, but it is full of concern and love.

Chu Xiao's heart gradually became cold, and suddenly heard Shizun's words, although he didn't say much, but he suddenly saw a charcoal fire in the ice and snow, and his whole body shook heavily, and the warmth went straight to the soul.

Tears, but still flowed out of anger, but after a while, they were in pain, sad and desolate. At this moment, Chu Xiao vented the grievances, loneliness and anger that had accumulated in his heart without reservation. At this moment, he cried like a child.

"Alas, why are you doing this? Don't forget your identity, you are my first disciple of Qingxuan, you must have the bearing of the first disciple, don't cry!" Qingxuan's voice was a little distressed.

Shizun is in the stone cave, and the stone gate is blocked, but Chu Xiao seems to feel that Shizun's loving eyes are looking at him warmly at this moment, maybe that is his haven from the wind.

"Master, I ......" Chu Xiao choked up and couldn't say a word.

"Although I haven't come to retreat, I have already informed the rest of the Seven Veins with my mind, and I will leave the main hall of the Sorrow Sect tomorrow to discuss this matter. In any case, I Qingxuan don't want this high position, but also protect you! You understand!"

The words are plain, but they are heard in Chu Xiao's ears, but the words are true, soothing his broken heart.

"Thank you...... Master!" A thousand words, but Chu Xiao couldn't say anything, only this one sentence remained.

Qing Xuan was speechless for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly his voice started again: "Tomorrow, there will be some confrontation and interrogation in the hall, you have to remember, on the night of the accident, you were in this stone cave, and I comprehended the path of freedom from worry for one night, Chu Xiao, do you understand?"

Chu Xiao never expected Shizun to say this, his heart trembled, and he wanted him to lie? This is not something that a person like him can do, but how can he disobey Shizun's intentions, and there is already some hesitation and embarrassment in his words: "But Shizun ......"

"Don't say more, you can go! Tomorrow I will protect you according to what I say, and you must remember that no matter what happens tomorrow, don't meddle with things!" Qing Xuan's voice suddenly took on some majesty.

Although Chu Xiao was unwilling in his heart, how could he dare to disobey the order of his master, so he made a swing and turned around.

After he had been gone for a long time, a long sigh seemed to come out of the cave......

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Red Dust Northern Region, Ouyang Family.

The Ouyang family is one of the three major cultivation families in this world, although the strength is not as good as the Beigong and Shangguan families, but it is also a big business, in the northern Hongchang City, the entire mansion occupies half of the Hongchang City area.

This huge mansion of the Ouyang family, the gatehouse of the mansion is not inferior to the Hongchang City Gate, it is tall and magnificent, with a black lacquered gate, a tall red light, and a plaque in the middle, with two big characters on it: Ouyang.

Enter the door to the pavilions, rockery landscape pavilions, flowers and birds, everything. Even the bricks and tiles of the outer wall are also splendid, and the glory and wealth of the world are not only not comparable to the king of God, but they are also at the peak.

At this moment, it is nearly midnight, but this Ouyang family house is still brightly lit, and the sound of silk and bamboo wind music is heard from time to time, which is beautiful and sultry. Occasionally, there are warbler songs that are tactful, what a gentle township.

However, in front of this gate, there were two people in a hurry, with flustered footsteps, dusty, and they seemed to be in a hurry.

These two people are Beigong Boyu and Shangguan Qingliao, who are making a lot of nonsense in Liwu Mountain.

came to the door, but the family at the door recognized it, did not dare to slack off, and greeted each other with a smile.

The two of them did not stay, and hurried into the courtyard, full of warblers singing and dancing.

Ouyang Tianci, the head of the Ouyang family, and two brothers, Ouyang Tianyang and Ouyang Tiande, were all sitting on the Taishi chair, squinting their eyes, watching the almost half-naked dancer in front of them dancing beautifully.

Beigong Boyu saw Ouyang Tianci at a glance, and his face immediately changed, and his sad and resolute appearance made Shangguan Qingliao couldn't help but admire.

While howling, he wiped his tears and threw himself at Ouyang Tianci, crying in his mouth: "Ouyang Shibo, the little nephew Beigong Boyu has come thousands of miles, but it is a disaster.......

Between the words, I really squeezed out a few tears.

Ouyang Tianci and the others were indulging in this brilliant dancing, and they were so frightened by Beigong Boyu's voice that they hurriedly waved their hands, and those dancing girls hurriedly dispersed, emptying Beigong Boyu and Shangguan Qingliao.

I saw Shangguan Qingliao looking dumbfounded, but his expression was dignified, and Beigong Boyu had already beaten his chest and cried to the ground!

Ouyang Tianci, Ouyang Tianyang, and Ouyang Tiande were all stunned. Ouyang Tiande leaned forward and asked, "Isn't this the nephew of Beigong and the nephew of Shangguan? Aren't you asking for a way from the Sect of Sorrow, why did you come here? What about my son Ouyang Yue? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Beigong Boyu didn't listen to it, but after listening to it, he cried even more fiercely, he was simply out of breath, and almost the entire Ouyang Mansion could hear it clearly.

He didn't speak, just cried vigorously, this crying, the first Buddha who cried about the three Ouyang family members was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, Ouyang Tiande was a violent temper, grabbed Beigong's collar and said: "What do you say, crying!"

Beigong Boyu was caught by this, and immediately stopped crying, but his words were still crying: "Ouyang Shibo, Ouyang Yue was killed by the madmen of the Liwu Sect, if it weren't for me and Shangguan running fast, I'm afraid I won't have the life to come back to see your old men!"

Although these words were short, they were like a thunderbolt in the ears of Ouyang's three masters, especially Ouyang Tianci's ears!

Ouyang Tianci was already trembling, he walked a few steps quickly, carried Beigong Boyu, and shouted loudly: "What are you going to say? My son is dead! Tell me in detail!"

Beigong Boyu danced with his hands, talking about the sadness and indignation, of course, adding oil and vinegar is indispensable, how Ouyang Yue and the three of them were bullied, how Ouyang Yue was killed, and how the two of them escaped and poured out in one go, but the ability full of nonsense is unique in the world!

Beigong Boyu spoke for a long time, but there was a deathly silence in this courtyard, and the three of Ouyang were members of the family, standing there, speechless for a long time. There was only the occasional sound of insects chirping in the whole courtyard.

Beigong Boyu didn't dare to come out, and secretly wondered if his nonsense was a bit too much.

He was muttering in his heart, and with a "snap-" sound, the table beside Ouyang Tianci had been slapped into powder by him.

Looking at Ouyang Tianci again, his pupils were red, and he cried: "My son Ouyang Yue died so miserably!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of his body, and his body swayed and wanted to fall down.

It's no wonder that Ouyang Yue is Ouyang Tianci's only son, and Ouyang Tianci is an old man, so he is naturally regarded as the pearl of his palm.

Ouyang Tianyang and Ouyang Tiande's eyes were quick, and they supported Ouyang Tiande's swaying body one by one.

Ouyang Tiande's heavy gasps kept coming out in an instant, and for a while, his eyes were blank and empty, and his old tears were full of tears.

After crying for a long time, Ouyang Tiande suddenly got up, pointed to the sky, but his eyes were filled with a murderous aura, and roared loudly: "Liwu Zhuzi deceived my Ouyang family too much! When I have no one to deny, I can inform the Beigong family, the Shangguan family, and the Wenjian Valley Sword Zun Ling Yijian, I don't believe that the Liwu Sect can fight against my three major families and one of the four major orthodox sects, Wenjian Valley! Tomorrow, take Liwu Mountain, and avenge my dead beloved son!"

After that, there was another gasp, and then a gloomy voice made the hearts of everyone present can't help but shrink: "Leave worry and arrogance! I, Ouyang Tiande, will never ......die with him in this life."