Swire First Immortal

Chapter 16 The Return of the Hero's Soul
"Zhao Xuanran!"

The third sword master glared and raised his eyebrows, and the mana burst out like a vast sea, shaking everyone in the Jiange back.

The son was abused!

The elder was killed!

It was like two slaps, one left and one right on his face.

He turned back angrily.

A woman in a black dress stands in the wind.

She lowered her head, pinched the black sword soul with her slender jade fingers, and wiped off the blood with a black silk scarf.

The wind and waves were majestic, as if she had never heard of it, she passed the third sword master and walked in front of everyone in Jiange.

That tall and slender body, black long skirt, waterfall-like long hair, and a pair of sword-shaped earrings on her ears...

Yun Xiao only glanced at her.

Last night was hazy, drunk and pretty, white lanterns in Yushu...

Scenes came to my mind.

"It's a big deal!"

Yun Xiao's eyes darkened.

Although he had expected it, when she actually stood in front of him, his scalp still felt a little numb.

All the bones in his body seemed to be knotted.

It's awkward no matter how you stand.

fortunately!

Senior Sister Zhao didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end.

"Cai Maomao." She looked at the plaque in Haoran Hall, her eyes frosted.

"Here is my little brother, Senior Sister Zhao please give me instructions!" Cai Maomao hurried up and knelt down on one knee.

"Wash this animal blood clean."

"……Yes!"

Cai Maomao nodded.

"Zhao Xuanran!"

The third sword master was ignored.

There was smoke in his eyes, and he squeezed out every word between his teeth: "My son is inferior to others, I have nothing to say, but you are just a disciple in charge, but you killed my third elder Jianfeng with brutal means for no reason. Violating the Iron Law of the Green Soul!"

His voice was like a bell, shaking the rubble and stone pillars of Haoran Palace, and the dust scattered.

The people from the Eight Swords Club surrounded him one by one, looking coldly at the woman in the black dress!

The woman in the black skirt frowned slightly: "Isn't it true that killing a dog is also illegal?"

The third sword master was so angry that his beard trembled!

"Are you still quibbling? I will report to 'Jianzun Pavilion' and jointly deal with you!"

"Okay, come then." The woman in the black skirt looked at him contemptuously with her icy eyes, "Even though my father's sword soul is cracked, he still has the power to kill. You and Ye Tiance must die, who will go first?"

"you!"

The third sword master is angry.

He looked past the woman in the black dress and looked at Haoran Hall behind her.

A shadow deep in the hall made his forehead sweat suddenly.

"good, very good!"

The third sword master glanced at his crying son, he was so angry that he had to hold back.

"Zhao Xuanran..." The third sword master suddenly laughed grimly, "Yes! You have the protection of half-dead people, but the other disciples of your Jiange do not."

"You want to come here?" Grandpa Qin glared at him.

"Yeah? Do we need the Third Sword Peak?" The Third Sword Master shrugged and sneered, "Wait, there is no limit to life and death on Wending Mountain. In the past two years, your Jiange disciples still have a way to survive, all thanks to our kindness, and Now……"

"Think about it, for a main line of the Qinghun who doesn't even have disciples, even if it doesn't disband this year, what about next year?"

It means that the beam is knotted.

He wants all Jiange disciples to die!

Die aboveboard!

Die in two days!
"The general situation is gone, are you still lingering? Hehe, let's go!"

The third sword master waved his hand, and all the members of the Eight Swords Club followed.

Take away a corpse, a disabled person.

Although arrogant, it is also a shame.

Especially Wu Jianyang!

Seeing his son's mouth full of blood, cutting off his children and grandchildren, the third sword master wanted to kill Yunxiao today!
As soon as he turned around, the voice of the woman in the black dress came from behind him.

"Yun Xiao, follow me in."

She turned her head and looked at the boy in white in the corner with a pair of cold eyes.

Yun Xiao lowered his head slightly.

His gaze was below Senior Sister Zhao's abdomen.

Uh.

That doesn't seem very polite.

So he looked up a little bit.

Even more impolite...

"Senior Sister Zhao, where are you going?" He took a deep breath and asked.

"Appreciate teacher."

The woman in the black skirt passed him, and a gust of familiar fragrance hit him.

With the smell of last night's wine.

"Apprentice?"

The third sword master stopped when he heard the words!

He suddenly turned his head, stared at the woman in the black skirt and said, "Why are you crazy?"

"It's none of your business for me to accept apprentices on behalf of my father?" the woman in the black skirt asked.

"Your father is the head teacher of Qinghun! How can the head teacher accept disciples for me?" The third sword master said in a deep voice.

"Ah."

The woman in the black skirt stared into the depths of Haoran Hall, her eyes trembled slightly, and said: "Father, there is a disciple Yun Xiao who takes on the responsibility of the head of the sword and is the way to survive for the Jiange. If you intend to accept him as an apprentice, please ring the Haoran bell! "

As soon as the words fell, a blue light came out of the hall and hit a green bell in front of the hall.

when! !

The Haoran bell rings.

"You can get lost." The woman in the black skirt said to the third sword master.

"The ninth son of Jiange? Haha, then he is the one with the shortest life, only two days or three days?"

The third sword master took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, forced a smile and sarcasm.

but!

No one in Jiange paid any attention to him.

The woman in the black skirt walked into the hall.

"Why are you standing there? Come in!" Cai Maomao gave Yun Xiao a push.

Suddenly, Yun Xiao stepped in.

There is one person in the hall.

Yun Xiao raised his head and looked at him solemnly.

This is a middle-aged Tsing Yi!
He has a slender figure, handsome appearance, black hair tied into a bundle, sword eyebrows and star eyes, long beard, and a fairy-like appearance.

He was sitting cross-legged on a futon!

Yun Xiao could feel that his breath was extremely weak.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes.

But... His pupils were split.

This makes him appear to be in a special state.

Like falling asleep.

But it was painful again!

"He is the head teacher of the Qinghun Sword Sect, Senior Sister Zhao's father, and also the master of the Jiange Pavilion?"

Yun Xiao has heard of his name in Yun Country!

This person is Qinghun's true sword fairy, and his reputation spreads far and wide.

But why, he will be like a 'living dead'?
"Sword Soul, is it cracked?"

The sword soul is broken, the human soul is broken, and the sword repair is terminated!
Wu Jianyang's sword soul, the crack is not big, it should not be like this for the time being.

"Sword cultivators don't need to kneel down to worship living people, just see them, go out."

Senior Sister Zhao's very flat voice sounded in Yunxiao's ear.

"Yes."

Yun Xiao turned around.

But after only taking two steps, he still stopped!
"The disciple's name is Yun Xiao. In this life, he will definitely live up to Jiange!" He turned his head and said to the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

The elder in Tsing Yi moved slightly, but did not respond.

"To live up to the Jiange?" The woman in the black skirt stared at him.

"Yes." Yun Xiao nodded.

"Why?" she said.

"I have been seeking immortality for 16 years, and I have never had a mentor to guide me. Today... I have it." Yun Xiao said.

The woman in the black skirt was silent for a moment, and said: "Eight swords, my Jiange and you only have eight disciples. The remaining seven sword peaks, each with 120 people, there are many in the Divine Sea Realm! And you abolished Wu Jianyang and offended him. Jiang Yue, on the way to the top, even if you have the status of head teacher disciple, you may not survive."

"If I die, please Senior Sister Zhao collect the body for me." Yun Xiao said.

"not regret?"

"One word from a gentleman, four horses are hard to chase." Yun Xiao said.

After he finished speaking, he looked up and met her eyes for the first time.

The surface of her eyes was coated with a layer of frost.

There is also fire under the ice.

They stared at each other in silence for a long time.

then.

She left.

Like a gust of cold wind, it disappeared between the mountains and forests in an instant.

"Why don't you pair up again?" Lan Xing came out of his arms and asked curiously.

"...Shut up!" Yun Xiao was furious.

He quickly pushed the little black beast back.

"Junior Brother Yun is amazing! You are in charge of teaching disciples!"

Outside, Cai Maomao couldn't wait to drag him out!
Qin Tong hurriedly said: "Cai Maomao, serve the hot pot tonight."

"Okay, come to me! I, Cai Maomao, will stretch your stomachs!"

"Pfft! Are you cheap?"

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

Yun Xiao has too many questions.

In the blink of an eye, night fell.

The young people of Jiange all gathered on Cai Maomao's lonely peak.

Night breeze, candlelight, turbid wine, hot pot...

And a group of young sword repairers who 'do not know how to live or die'!

They gathered around the fire.

Fire, dancing in their young eyes.

"Shall I invite Senior Sister Zhao?" Before starting, the girl Zhou Zi asked.

"Yun Xiao, what do you think?" Cai Maomao asked, shrinking his neck. Obviously, he was afraid of her.

"I'll stand and watch." Yun Xiao said.

Cai Maomao: "..."

Qin Tong thought for a while and said, "Senior Sister Zhao was the leader of the sword before, why don't you invite her to impart experience to Junior Brother Yun?"

"I think so." Luo Jiang nodded.

"Then I'll invite her."

Zhou Zi got up, went out to guard his sword, and disappeared into the forest with a whoosh.

But after a while, she pouted back and said, "Senior Sister Zhao is not coming."

"Not coming?"

It stands to reason that this group of young people is about to go to the battlefield of life and death...she should come to bid farewell.

Why don't you come?

"Senior Sister Zhao really doesn't like excitement, especially after what happened three years ago..."

Qin Tong sighed slightly.

"It's okay! I have also fought in two battles to win the championship, but I can be Junior Brother Yun's guide!" Cai Maomao said, patting his chest.

"Surrender as soon as you play, and make a fool of yourself." Qin Tong rolled his eyes at him.

Cai Maomao was sweating.

"Come on, don't even talk about it, after drinking this bowl of wine, try my craftsmanship!"

"The sky is big and the earth is big, and the hot pot is the biggest."

Before coming to Qinghun, Yun Xiao never dreamed that monks still eat hot pot and drink dirty wine.

"Xianlu is also a river and a lake!"

How can there be so many high mountains and flowing waters, flying swords into the sky?
It's all ordinary people asking for the way!

As a layman, there is hatred, resentment, and hatred, as well as pride, love and hatred, passion, and mutual acquaintance.

"This fairy road is like hot red oil on the fire."

Burning tongue, but also burning heart.

"Dry!"

"Deep feelings, boring mouthful!"

Eight wine bowls collided heavily.

The wine was sprinkled on the fire, and with a whoosh, the fire was boiling.

Everyone drank heavily.

Just after drinking, a scream resounded through the night sky.

"Where's my hot pot?"

Cai Maomao was dumbfounded.

The hot pot is gone.

Yun Xiao touched his chest.

The little black beast is gone too.

"...!"

Eight pairs of chopsticks froze in the air.

……

late at night!

Eight young sword cultivators sat side by side on the cliff of the lonely peak blowing the night breeze.

Tonight, the moon and stars are thin, and the black magpie flies south.

Ahead, the mountains and rivers are stained with ink, and thousands of trees become ghosts.

Yun Xiao sat in the corner with quiet eyes.

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Yun has become the head teacher." Qin Tong looked at Yun Xiao beside him.

Even if he looked sideways, Yun Xiao was like a fairy coming down to earth, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes were like a sea of ​​stars.

"What's the use of this identity?" Yun Xiao asked.

"In terms of status, you are already higher than Jianzun's disciples and elders, and they need to respect you in public." Qin Tong said.

"Compared to Sword Master and Sword King?"

"Naturally worse."

Yun Xiao understood.

In other words, he has only been in Qinghun for a day, and he is already the highest-ranking disciple.

If Ye Guying hadn't become the titled Sword King, Yun Xiao's status at this moment should have surpassed him.

Jiang Yue, the sword master's disciple, is not as good as him now.

"How many master disciples does Qinghun have?" Yun Xiao asked again.

"Nine in total." Qin Tong bit her red lips lightly.

"The only ones alive are you and Senior Sister Zhao." Cai Maomao muttered.

He was drunk and leaned on Qin Tong's shoulder.

Seven sons of Jiange!

They are all disciples.

"Junior Brother Yun, you are the head teacher, if you commit a crime, only the head teacher can punish you." Qin Tong said seriously.

"That means no punishment." Yun Xiao nodded.

Because the headmaster 'fell asleep'.

"Yes. As long as you don't fight to the death on the stage of life and death, you will not die." Qin Tong said.

"That's why Senior Sister Zhao accepted apprentices on behalf of her father in front of the Third Sword Master," said the young girl Zhou Zi.

"Senior Sister Zhao, I want you to live!" Luo Jiang said.

"However, being assassinated is another matter..." Cai Maomao muttered again.

"Don't say you're unlucky, okay?" Qin Tong said speechlessly.

Speaking of the eight swords, no matter how strong their hearts are, the seven sword peaks, each with 120 people participating in the battle... all of them are overwhelmed.

"Our Jiange has been at the bottom for two years."

"I once won the championship for a hundred years, but now I am trampled underfoot."

"The most uncomfortable thing is... more than half of the people have to die every time they go to war."

The seven of them had dim eyes.

"The year before last, Luo Shan, Qingqing, Dayao and the others..."

"Last year, my sister, Zhao Ding, Chen Xuan..."

Each name, like them, was once bathed in the night wind.

And now, all gone.

Died on the way to defend Jiange.

Yun Xiao just arrived.

He was a little puzzled.

"Isn't Qinghun a sect? Why is the internal fight so fierce?" he asked.

Qin Tong shook his head and said: "There was no Qinghun Sword Sect in the world. Hundreds of years ago, this mountain forest erupted with aura and became a blessed place, so it attracted the forces of Eight Fang Sword Cultivators to compete for the mountain gate, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark."

"In the end, no one has the ability to monopolize this treasure land, so the forces from all directions decided to jointly form a sword sect, bound together by the 'Green Soul Taoist Rules'."

"So, the essence of Qinghun is a sword cultivator alliance. Between Jianfeng and Jianfeng, there is a union, and there is also a death feud."

Knowing this, you will understand why the third Sword Master today had to dismantle the Jiange.

Jiange occupies the best blessed land of Qinghun!

Yun Xiao understood.

No wonder Seventh Jianfeng didn't dare to ask him.

Offending Jiang Yue and No. [-] Jianfeng will kill many people.

Not child's play!

Yun Xiao has another question!
"What happened to my master?" He looked at the seven young sword cultivators.

When this question was asked, the cold wind seemed to have cooled down a lot.

The autumn wind is piercing!

"Yun Xiao, do you know that to the south of the Qinghun Mountain Range are the mortal countries?" Qin Tong asked.

"I know!" Yun Xiao came from the south.

"What about the north?"

"Beihuang!" Yun Xiao blurted out.

"What's in the Northern Wilderness?"

"Endless monster." Yun Xiao said.

"The first mission of the Qinghun Sword Sect is to forge the Great Wall of Sword Soul with flesh and blood, to kill the fierce monsters going south, and to protect the safety of the people and the common people!" Qin Tong said this with passion and fire in his eyes.

"I know!"

This was Yun Xiao's first impression of Qinghun Sword Sect.

The sword fairies who protect the country in the north!

"This is also the purpose of our Jiange generations." Qin Tong gritted his teeth.

"and then?"

"Someone betrayed their mission!" Qin Tong's eyes were filled with infinite anger.

Others were also burning with anger in their chests.

"How to say?"

"Three years ago, the First Sword Peak went north to kill monsters. Some people escaped back to Qinghun and reported to Ye Guying and other talented sword cultivators. A total of more than 30 talented sword cultivators were trapped by a group of fierce monsters in Beihuang Qingming Mountain. The first sword master cried I beg the head teacher and the seven sons of the Jiange, to save lives urgently!"

"They went..."

He heard the name Ye Guying again.

The scarlet fire in Yunxiao's chest was burning.

"Yes, they went!"

"When you go to Qingming Mountain, there is no Ye Guying at all, let alone a genius swordsman. There are only [-] fierce monsters, and they have set up a net to wait for them!"

As Qin Tong spoke, veins popped up on his jade neck.

"There are only eight of them! They fell into the sea of ​​monsters and killed for a day and a night. The seven sons of the Jiange were exhausted. Only the head teacher survived with a broken sword, but also..."

Speaking of this, her tears burst like a bank.

"Qin Qingcheng, senior brother of Jiange, is my father!"

When Qin Tong thought of that man, his heart ached.

"The seven of them are the strongest generation in the history of the Jiange, and also the generation that killed the most monsters! When they were in Qinghun, the Jiange won the championship every year, and Ye Guying had nothing to do with it! Each of them is a top-rank Kaiyang Super sword soul! Everyone can stand alone, even comparable to the sword master!"

"The seven sons of Jiange are a generation of green soul myths!"

"In that battle, even if you die, there are [-] demon corpses on Qingming Mountain..."

"Junior Brother Yun!" Qin Tong looked at him with tears in his eyes, and asked, "Do you think they are stupid, why did they fall into the trap?"

Yun Xiao was silent, then shook his head.

In the imperial city of Yunguo, the snake demon is harmful to people!
At that time, Yun Xiao never expected that the dignified Qinghun Sword Cultivator would be so bottomless!
Qin Tong wiped away his tears and said: "For hundreds of years, although Qinghun has been fighting among himself, he has never deviated from the purpose of killing demons and eliminating demons, because everyone understands that once Qinghun collapses and the group of demons go south, everyone will have to kill them." Death, future generations will have to be enslaved by demons! In the history of Qinghun, there has never been anyone who would do such a shameless, lowly, and despicable thing!"

"The first sword master, Ye Tiance, and Ye Guying, they did it!"

They danced with the demon, not afraid of the demon's backlash?
Perhaps only they themselves know this question!
Why did the snake demon in Yunguo listen to Ye Guying's orders?
"What did they explain in the end?" Yun Xiao asked, biting his lips.

"Ye Tiance found a small hill, named it 'Qingming Mountain', tomorrow's 'Ming', and then said that the head teacher made a mistake, and unfortunately went to the wrong place."

Qin Tong laughed angrily.

"..."

Yun Xiao thinks that the world is complicated.

It was only when he was building roads that he truly realized what it meant to be brazen.

"For hundreds of years, although the Qinghun has had internal struggles, there is a fundamental rule for each generation of the Yijian Pavilion and the Seven Swords Peak, and that is the matter of demons and demons, and the eight swords must be united!"

"Ye Tiance is the first lowly animal to break the family rules of his ancestors, and he will pay the price one day!"

Sad and angry, Cai Maomao sobered up.

He grabbed Yun Xiao's hand and howled loudly!

"Junior Brother Yun, my brother and the others are already dead, but their souls were sucked into the 'Bi Luo Banner' by that Northern Wilderness demon. Even if they die, they won't be able to reincarnate!"

"The Biluo flag has been planted on Qingming Mountain so far, and the Northern Wilderness Demon Emperor humiliated our Qinghun by torturing their dead souls!"

"It's been three years, I hate it so much! I hate myself for being incompetent! I hate myself for not being able to destroy those beasts on the First Sword Peak, for not being able to climb Qingming Mountain to slaughter all the demons, and bring my brother and the others home! I hate..."

Drunkenness and hatred turned into a sea of ​​bitterness rolling in his chest.

Hot-blooded and courageous, the seven sons of Jiange!
If a person dies, he cannot enter reincarnation!

Yun Xiao died once, and his soul flew into the sky.

He knows that the soul is sentient, and it also has pain.

Three years!

Qingming Mountain, Biluoqi!
How painful?

How humiliating for a dignified swordsman to be refined into the banner by a demon?

Where is the dignity of Qinghun?

Not many people care anymore.

"After that day, Ye Tiance and Ye Guying will no longer hide their wolf ambitions."

Until then, they must be sanctimonious!
Obviously, once the pillars of the Jiange fell, the first sword peak would definitely stand up and add insult to injury.

Intimidate, lure, suck blood!

In this way, the Jiange was emptied.

Until three years later, there were only eight young people left, still defending this place.

"This time the Eight Swords Aspire to the Championship, we can die, and the Jiange must be there!"

Cai Maomao stood up and looked to the north, with the meaning of seeing death as home in his eyes.

"Why?" Yun Xiao asked.

"I'm afraid!" he said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that even if my brother returns, he won't be able to find his way home." Cai Mao Mao burst into tears.

and so!
A sword pavilion must have a sword head.

Yun Xiao must not die!

The seven of them looked at Yun Xiao in unison.

"Junior Brother Yun, don't worry, the eight swords will win the day after tomorrow, even if we die, we will protect you!"

Yun Xiao took a deep breath.

"The layout is small." He said suddenly.

"What?" Cai Maomao was stunned.

"How can a person live in peace?" Yun Xiao looked to the north with deep eyes, "Just wait, the day after tomorrow, Junior Brother Yun will take you flying!"

(End of this chapter)