Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 198 Huofeng, The Three Swords of Freedom (for subscription, recommendation)
"Junior Sister Mu, Junior Sister Luo, I haven't seen you for a few days. Seeing your rosy complexions, you must have recovered from your injuries."

Seeing the two of them coming in blue birds, their clothes fluttering, Zhou Yu was in a good mood.

Especially thinking that these two people are most likely to send him the power of wood to practice, it is even more joyful.

But on the bright side, Zhou Yu still looked indifferent and joyful.

"Thank you Senior Brother Zhou for your concern, Junior Sister Luo and I are fine." Mu Ying smiled and nodded.

"I came here a few days ago, and I heard from fellow Daoist Lieshan that Senior Brother Zhou is in retreat. I don't know if Senior Brother's cultivation of the Muxing Sword Art is going well?"

On the side, Luo Ziling asked with a smile on his lips and eyes as bright as a bright moon.

"The way of swordsmanship is profound and broad. It's still one step away from realizing the meaning of Mu Xing's sword. I'm really ashamed." Zhou Yu said, and then said.

"The purpose of summoning the two junior sisters to come here is to bid farewell so that we can go to the mysterious place of Shenmu and make early preparations.

Second, there is one thing to tell, that is, the members of the Rebirth Sect, this time it is very likely that they will go to Shenmu Mountain to obtain the Shinto Talisman, and the junior sister needs to inform the teacher of your sect on behalf of the elder brother. "

"Rebirth teaching?" Hearing this sentence, Mu Ying frowned.

"But the cult that was wiped out by the Great Xia Dynasty for a hundred years and is still revived?"

"It's exactly this religion." Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief seeing Mu Ying call out the origin of the Death Sect in one breath.

He was really afraid that after he raised it, the female disciples of Yunlu Xianzong who had been practicing in Yunmengze all the year round would know nothing about it.

Now it seems that he is thinking too much.

"That's right, Yunlu Xianzong is one of the top seven sects in the world, how can it let its disciples practice like that nerd?" Zhou Yu thought.

"I thought my brother would only practice the Wooden Sword Jue when he came to Yunmengze. I never thought that he also has the responsibility of supervising the Death Sect." Mu Ying glanced at Zhou Yu with admiration after hearing this, and said again.

"Since this is the case, brother, please let us go to the main hall to meet Master, on the one hand, so that we can inform Master about this matter.

On the other hand, the reward I promised to my brother has not been sent yet, so how can my brother leave. "

Junior Sister Mu, you are indeed a kind person.

Hearing these unquestionable words, Zhou Yu was quite moved.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and didn't reveal himself on the spot. After pondering for a while, he nodded.

"In that case, please ask my junior sister to lead the way."

"Brother, please come with me." As soon as the words fell, Mu Ying and Luo Ziling cupped their hands.

With just one leap, the soft body swayed straight up with nimble steps, and its toes floated on the blue phoenix bird in the mid-air.

Seeing Zhou Yu riding a white crane and following the two fairies of Yunlu Xianzong, Lie Shan felt a bit sad for no reason.

In his opinion, this Yijian disciple named Zhou Yu can definitely be called a ruthless person.

But when they came to Yunlu Xianzong, they were greeted and seen off like distinguished guests.

Although there is a relationship between his identity and background, the means of this person cannot be ignored.

"It seems that Jie Dao is really not suitable for me." After thinking about it, Lie Shan was silent, turned and returned to Pingshui Courtyard.

If he can go back alive this time, he vowed to practice hard, and when he becomes stronger one day, he might have to learn how this person behaves.

Regardless of Lie Shan's inner thoughts at the moment, Zhou Yu followed Mu Ying and Luo Ziling to fly all the way, and it was very pleasing to the eye to see the beautiful pavilions, towers, pavilions, towers and palaces all over the mountains.

After a cup of tea, a hall on the mountainside appeared in front of the three of them.

"Senior brother, please wait a moment in this white jade square, and wait for the junior sister to pass on to the master first."

Arriving at the square, after receiving the Qingfengniao mount, Mu Ying said immediately, leaving Luo Ziling to accompany her.

The latter's beautiful eyes lingered on Zhou Yu from time to time, wanting to ask about the Mangku Mountain incident for verification.

But seeing how calm Zhou Yu was at this moment, his eyes were fixed on the hall in the distance and he didn't say a word.

Considering that the master is very likely to observe in secret, although it is a pity in his heart, he has no choice but to give up.

After a while, Mu Ying was seen walking out of the hall.

"Brother, please follow me."

Hearing this, Zhou Yu withdrew his eyes from the Yunmiao Palace and stepped forward.

Inside the hall, it was colder than Zhou Yu thought, and there were not many disciples serving and guarding it.

But Zhou Yu didn't dare to be presumptuous, so there was a woman with a light veil sitting on the high platform at the moment.

Although it was only a few feet away, it was impossible to see his face clearly. Zhou Yu knew that it was because the other party's cultivation was far superior to his.

"This is my master Yun Miao." At this time, Luo Ziling reminded Zhou Yu, worried that Zhou Yu would not know his master's name.

However, Zhou Yu had already learned about it from Wang Ziyang, but he was still quite grateful for Luo Ziling's kindness.

Having said that, this Junior Sister Luo Ziling seems to be very interested in him.

Could it be because he saved her in Tiemulin that day and saw how handsome he was, so he had a different idea?
But instead of pursuing this moment now, Zhou Yu straightened his expression and quickly said respectfully to the person in the first seat: "Yi Jian Zhou Yu, pay homage to Master Yun Miao."

"Since you are from Yijian, who is your master?"

Master Yun Miao asked, his voice was extraordinarily ethereal, he was clearly right in front of him, but it felt like he was far away in the sky.

"My nephew was born in the lineage of Yijian Huofeng, and my master's name is Su Mu." As soon as these words came out, Zhou Yu suddenly felt that the hall seemed a little quieter.

Just when he thought it was an illusion, he heard that Master Yun Miao seemed to be speaking with a hint of surprise, and asked.

"Su Mu, who is known as the Sword Master of Xiaoyao?"

"Exactly. I don't know if Master Yunmiao is old with my master. In addition, my uncle is Wang Ziyang of the Ziyang Temple today, and my uncle Feng Buping is also stationed at the Qingfeng Temple in the south of Jiangling City."

Zhou Yu felt that this was a good time to build relationships, so he immediately added.

"It turned out to be the Three Swords of Xiaoyao from the lineage of Yijian and Huofeng. I heard from Mu Ying that you are here now to pursue the teaching of the past life?"

At this time, suddenly there was a fiery voice above the main hall.

"Junior Sister." At this time, Yun Miao who was at the side suddenly said.

This sudden scene made Zhou Yu's heart skip a beat, feeling that the rhythm was not right.

But he didn't dare to look up, there seemed to be an extremely sharp eye staring at him.

It made him feel like a light on his back at this moment.

"What did I do? Say the wrong thing? Wasn't it nice just now?"

On the surface, Zhou Yu was still calm and composed, but cold sweat inadvertently broke out on his forehead.

Fortunately, that feeling relaxed after Master Yun Miao spoke, which made Zhou Yu feel lucky.

But when he thought about it, he seemed to understand something, and he couldn't help but have a ridiculous guess in his heart.

"Three swords of Huofeng, could it be that my master, uncle, and uncle used to be that kind of flying sword fairy, and thus had a rift with the person who made the sound?"

With that in mind, although Zhou Yu was curious, he didn't dare to look at the person who suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Ziyang, you are good at throwing pots away."

(Next, the process will be speeded up, I don’t know if you like it or not)
(End of this chapter)