Lingxian Zhenjun

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The sky is slanting on the top of the mountain, and in the swaying mottled forest, Zhao Wanxi winds up the stone steps full of fallen leaves, feeling nervous. Canglan Mountain didn't abolish his cultivation. In fact, he could see that there was room for manoeuvre. It was just that he couldn't swallow this breath at the beginning and left consciously.

When I come back now, how do the other brothers in the mountain gate think about it? I feel a little blush when I think about it, but the magic sword is not as important as face. As a disciple of the Canglan sword gate, even the sword is lost. How can I continue to practice in the future?Unless he can find a good material and forge it again, but he doesn't know how to forge soldiers.

After walking for a while, after passing the corner in front, and climbing the mossy stone steps, there was a disciple of Cang Lan wearing a green robe, who was his younger brother in terms of seniority. Come.

"Brother Zhao, you've only been out for a few months and you're back? Let's go, the head is waiting for you."

After finishing speaking, the disciple didn't bother to pay attention to this senior brother, turned around and walked in front.Zhao Wanxi followed behind him, and cast a fierce look in his eyes. After a while, after walking up dozens of steps, the open terrain in front of him unfolded in his field of vision.

It is an old square paved with stone bricks, surrounded by attics with black tiles and white walls, window spirits and eaves with chain link flowers. The color of the smears has become dull over the years. "Hengjianlou" is painted in big red characters.

The door plaque made of gloomy wood has inlaid long strips of recesses. Something should have been hung on it. I heard that it is the sword of the Zhenpai stored on it. Unfortunately, he has never seen it in the more than ten years at the mountain gate. I heard it was lost.

"The master is right inside." The sword-holding tower disciple tilted his head inward, and another disciple pushed the door open for him to enter, telling him: "The sword-holding tower is heavy, and the Dharma sword must be unloaded."

Zhao Wanxi knew this rule, but he didn't have the magic sword, so he smiled awkwardly: "Put it under the mountain." Then, he walked around the other party and entered the building.The bright oil lamps hung on four wooden pillars, and the four pillars were carved with birds, beasts, and auspicious clouds, but they were outrageously old. The head didn't even bother to repair them, and the number of disciples in the door had always remained 36, which made him feel that The illusion that the mountain gate is about to fall.

However, in the past, he did not see the figure of the head of the sect. Standing in front of the first person with his back facing him was a slim figure in a tight-fitting green dress and a blue shirt over it. The back braid hangs down the shoulders.

"Senior Sister Han?"

Zhao Wanxi frowned and stopped walking. When he was expelled from the mountain gate, this senior sister beat him the hardest. Standing here now, a bad premonition rose in his heart. He quickly looked around, but he didn't see the figure of the head, so he whispered: "I want to see the head."

"You won't be able to see the master today, you should know that the master has been ill all the time."

The first woman turned around slowly, her eyebrows were frosty, her voice was flat and cold, her red lips curled into a sneer, and her words suddenly raised: "I let you in, I thought I really let you see the head?! Peeping through the door that day Female disciple taking a bath, if the head didn't stop me, I would have dug out your eyes long ago, let's see who can save you this time." …

She raised her hand to one side, and the moment she clenched her slender jade fingers, she stood on the weapon rack in the dark, and with a clang sound, a dharma sword flew over and fell into the woman's hand. Ears, as the sword was swung, wisps of cold air rolled up.

"Senior Sister... the master said to let me go...don't disobey the master's wishes!"

Zhao Wanxi was so frightened that he took two steps back and waved his hands again and again. Not to mention that the sword was not lost, even if it was in his hand, he was no match for the senior sister in front of him. With the opponent's golden core cultivation alone, it would take one or two spells to deal with him, not to mention the sword. There is also a cold jade sword in it, which is much better than my own.

"I really came here for the mountain gate, you heard from my junior brother..."

The figure in the first place seemed too lazy to listen to his explanation, his body roared loudly, and with a twist of his wrist, the dharma sword rushed to the opposite side dragging afterimages, just as Zhao Wanxi closed his eyes and shouted out the last One sentence: "...that man said that the Canglan sword is not good enough, and he will come to ask for advice some other day!" When the point of the stabbing sword almost touched his nose, it stopped. Zhao Wanxi shuddered.

The building of holding the sword fell silent, the woman holding the hilt of the sword stared at him for a long time, then slowly lowered the dharma sword facing the other party, her thin red lips parted slightly, and a flat voice sounded.

"who?"

"It looks like he is dressed like a teacher, but his cultivation level is too high... Yesterday I was helping a shopkeeper of a silk shop in Jiangcheng County exorcise evil spirits, but he stopped him, saying that his sword control skills... are much higher than Canglan Mountain ...Knocked me back with just one sword strike, and took my magic sword away..." Zhao Wanxi spoke like fried beans, telling the senior sister in front of him half-truthfully, that the man had a high level of cultivation, He couldn't beat him, but the senior sister's cultivation was still strong, "Oh... By the way, that person can also kill dragon energy, isn't that the secret technique of Canglan Mountain?"

Dragon Slaying Qi?
The woman froze for a moment. This secret technique was indeed the Canglan Mountain secret technique, but it was a pity that it was lost to the previous master Li Congyun.

How could an outsider do that?
Just as she was thinking, Zhao Wanxi, who was opposite her, saw her fall into silence, her eyebrows frowned, and she was secretly happy. This is what he wanted, and he continued speaking while the iron was hot, with a little more anger in his tone.

"That person also said that Xu Qingfeng, Wang Xuanyi, Li Congyun, and Duan Jiqing are all tough-mouthed and soft-spoken..." In fact, except for Xu Qingfeng, the head of the sect, he didn't know Wang Xuanyi, Li Congyun, and Duan Jiqing very well. For more than ten years, the past was rarely mentioned in the door.

The woman closed her eyes slightly, as if she was confirming something, and asked softly, "Is that man's surname Chen, first name Yuan?"

Zhao Wanxi, who was secretly happy in his heart, was stunned. Could it be that he is an acquaintance of the senior sister?
"Senior sister, do you know him?"

"I know, why don't I know..." The woman murmured a few words, her face was cold and frightening, "I haven't shown up for more than 20 years, I thought he hid in the mountains to practice, and no longer consulted the world of mortals, but unexpectedly came out again."

"Senior sister, what are you talking about..." Zhao Wanxi asked cautiously, but the one who answered him was a jade hand that was suddenly raised and swept him across the air, hitting the wooden pillar beside him, shaking him The oil lamp shook, and the lamp oil splashed out.

...

"You don't even know him, and you go to provoke him."

The cold jade sword that was hanging down was slowly raised in the woman's hand, "Do you know that the prosperity of the Canglan Sword Sect was destroyed in his hands."

The moment of the words seemed to evoke the woman's memory, and at this moment, the memory came back.

The sky was full of thunder and lightning. In the light of fire and lightning, she looked at her most beloved senior sister, whose head was torn off by that person; ; Seeing many disciples being struck by lightning and scorched to death.

The man rushed up to the sky and met the thunder, his eyes were as red as blood, surrounded by countless soul guards, at that moment, he seemed to be a terrifying demon in the world.

Memories turn back and drift away again.

The words of the woman holding the sword and pointing at the past are still floating gently.

"Do you know that more than 20 years ago, the master Wang Xuanyi went crazy, Jiqing, the first section of the Beiyuan sword, died, and the master uncle of Zhenmoku was also killed by him, and Tianlong, the sword of Zhenpai, was also in his hands. Competing with him, do you know why he let you go? Because you don't even have the qualifications to die at his hands!
"

Zhao Wanxi lay on the ground clutching his chest with a dumbfounded expression.

it's over... it's over...

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come here...

However, the woman opposite him seemed to be in a daze, and said a sentence as if venting, which seemed to show the strength of that person, but in fact, she wanted to compete with him.

"Get out!"

Suddenly drinking violently, the woman's hair fluttered, Zhao Wanxi was wrapped in a burst of icy mana, and was thrown flying with a bang, knocked open the door, fell directly to the stone steps, and rolled out.

The Canglan disciples outside knew that this elder sister had a bad temper, but he had never seen her get so angry, so he hurriedly ran to inform the head teacher's wife.

In the hall where everyone looked at, the slim figure standing in the center stared straight at the ground.

There are words that only she can hear, as if speaking to someone who is no longer there.

"Senior Sister Jingshu, if he appears, the young lady will avenge you!"