Sword ancestor

Chapter 5
Ming Dharma Hall.

Ming Pharaoh sighed, sat cross-legged in front of the Taoist statue again, and said nothing more.

"Junior Brother Qi, you—"

Unable to suppress the surprise in his heart, Yunfei took two steps forward and grabbed Qi Tian's shoulder.

After a few breaths, he whispered: "Junior brother, you don't have to worry about me, your pure gold body will enter my sword peak, I'm afraid—"

Qi Tian smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry, brother, brother is willing."

Yunfei just patted him on the shoulder and stopped talking, only saying that he was giving up the great fairyland in order to repay the kindness of saving his life before, which really moved him.

In front of Mingfa Hall, it seemed that the last sip of wine in the gourd was drunk, and the middle-aged Taoist turned and left shaking.

"Master, wait for us!"

Yunfei shouted, pulling Qi Tian and chasing outside.

The middle-aged Taoist's steps seemed slow, but they were extremely fast. The two of them needed all their strength to catch up.

"Master!"

Yun Fei shouted loudly, and the middle-aged Taoist turned around slightly drunk just now, his body shaking a little.

"Are you calling me?"

Yunfei couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said, "Master, I found you another disciple, aren't you happy?"

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Qi Tian.

"Follow me to worship the ancestor."

Immediately, the middle-aged Taoist picked up the gourd, shook it, and said doubtfully, "There is no more wine."

"I have it here."

Yunfei hastily handed over a jade-colored wine gourd.

The Taoist opened the mouth of the gourd, and impatiently took a sip. In an instant, an invisible sharp air rose up.

"Exit!"

The Taoist's right hand pointed together to form a sword, and he drew it into the air, and three fountains of wine shot out of the wine gourd, condensing into three transparent water swords, floating three feet above the ground.

The Taoist took a light step and stood leisurely on a water sword.

"It's the sword control technique performed by the master, junior brother, let's go, don't be afraid."

Looking at everything in front of him, Qi Tian felt as if he was in a dream. This is really the method of the immortal family, walking with the sword, not the illusory legends of gods and monsters.

Seeing Yun Feiyue took a mouthful of the water sword, Qi Tian didn't hesitate anymore, and jumped on the third water sword.

"rise!"

The Taoist pointed his sword, and three water swords shot up into the sky, shooting towards a fairy mountain like a sword.

The wind whistled in my ears, and above the water sword, there was an invisible edge blocking everything out. The clouds and mists on both sides disappeared, and sometimes I could see a few cranes and spirit birds passing by. I only felt a breath of fresh air in my chest, and I couldn't help but let out a long howl.

The whistling continued, and it stopped after ten breaths.

Qi Tian blushed slightly: "I'm sorry, I made senior brother and master laugh."

Yunfei laughed, and said: "Young brother is really temperamental. When Master took me to fly with the sword for the first time, I was screaming for a longer time than Junior brother."

The middle-aged Taoist took a sip of his wine, glanced at him, and said, "Yes, you have been crying for half an hour."

"Master, you—"

Yunfei staggered and nearly fell into the water sword, his face flushed red.

With a smile on the corner of Qi Tian's mouth, he looked at everything in front of him. Although the master and apprentice did not speak much, they were more like relatives.

Jianfeng is one of the nine fairy mountains of the Qingyun Sect. It is more than a thousand feet high and towers into the sky. The whole body is like a fairy sword that reaches the sky, connecting the nine heavens.

The grass and trees are flourishing on Jianfeng Peak, the spiritual spring is bubbling, and all kinds of flowers are in full bloom. On the top of the peak, there is a canopy of purple air.

The three of them walked with their swords and landed on the halfway up the mountain of Jianfeng.

On the mountainside, apart from a few fairy towers, there is only a forest of purple bamboos. The purple bamboos are like jade, crystal clear, with a layer of lavender aura, and a delicate fragrance. In every purple bamboo, there seems to be water floating , ripples.

Yunfei smiled and said, "From now on, Zizhulin will no longer be alone with me."

Qi Tian was a little surprised, and asked: "Is there no one else in Jianfeng?"

Yunfei smiled wryly and shook his head when he heard the words: "If there are other people, I don't have to go down the mountain every day, brother. I just want to see if I can meet one or two mortals who have a fairy fate, so that they can be introduced to my sword peak." , It’s just a pity that except for a few people at the beginning, in the end, they all switched to it.”

Qi Tian was puzzled: "Could it be that the way of the sword has really declined?"

"That's right," Yun Fei nodded helplessly, "It's the same in the entire Eastern Divine Land. The decline of swordsmanship is not the fault of our cultivators. Rumor has it that swordsmanship was punished by heaven at the time of the transition from ancient to modern times. After that, I Sword Dao Immortal Meridian, people with the same level of cultivation, can no longer beat the Fa Dao Immortal Meridian. In addition, it is even more difficult to achieve great success in the Dao of the Sword. Therefore, until now, the entire Eastern Divine Land, the Sword Dao has withered very little. My Jianfeng lineage , it is only because 5000 years ago there was a half-immortal who was comparable to the Dragon Gate Realm, that he is able to survive until now."

Speaking of this, Yunfei couldn't help but carefully glanced at the Taoist, seeing that the Taoist was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come with me."

The Taoist headed towards a fairy tower, the gourd was still pouring non-stop, the wine had entered his stomach, and it seemed that there was not even a ripple.

Immortal Que is famous as the Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion is built of bluestone, and there are many sword marks on it. These many sword marks seem to be messy, but from Qi Tian's point of view, there seems to be some mysterious sword theory hidden in it. Realm, you can't see it clearly at all, you can only slowly understand it in the future.

Rumbling--

The door of the Jiange Pavilion was opened, and there was dust flying, the Taoist flicked his sleeve, and the countless dust gathered in the air, formed a mud pellet, and was swept out of the door.

Qi Tian was a little stunned: "This Jiange——"

Yun Fei said with some embarrassment: "Yes, this Jiange was opened two years ago when the last Jianfeng disciple went up the mountain, but later, no one went to Jianfeng, so there was no one to look after it."

Walking into the Jiange, it is like an ancestral hall in the mortal world, enshrining the tablets of the ancestors of Jianfeng. Behind the many tablets, there is a Taoist statue several feet high.

This Taoist looks like a young Taoist priest, with a majestic face, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, even though he just stood there, there seemed to be an unparalleled sharpness rising into the sky, and the entire Jiange seemed to be trapped in his trap Among the edge.

Qi Tian was shocked, a mere Taoist statue could be so sharp, Qi Tian couldn't imagine, if the other party was still alive, his swordsmanship would be so powerful that it would break the sky.

"This is my Jianfeng Kaifeng Patriarch, Master Xuanjian. He is also the only half-immortal of the Sword Dao who has cultivated the sword fairy way to the sword soul level in all generations of my Jianfeng. If you have worshiped the Patriarch, you can be regarded as a Jianfeng disciple."

The Taoist's voice was weak, without the slightest sense of superiority, Qi Tian didn't take it seriously, and immediately knelt down on the futon in front of the Taoist statue, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Okay, from today onwards, you are my Jianfeng No. 16th generation disciple, the fifteenth generation is the Ming character generation, master, my Taoist name Mingjian, and the sixteenth generation is the Wu character generation, and you choose the Taoist name yourself." , In terms of cultivation, let Xiaozi Yun teach you first, if you don’t understand, then come to the back mountain to find me, I’m tired, go to sleep first.”

Seeing that the Taoist was speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned twice, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the Jiange. His steps were not big, but his speed was extremely fast. Every step he took was several feet away, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Outside the Jiange.

"Master, he—"

"He has such a temperament. Apart from drinking, he sleeps in the back mountain every day. At the beginning, I also held a book of swords and pondered it by myself. When I asked him for advice, it would be more convenient to go to the Tibetan scripture pavilion to read some senior experience. "Yunfei patted Qi Tian on the shoulder and pulled him away, "Speaking of which, my Jianfeng has some advantages over the other eight peaks. At least, there is no forbidden area in Jianfeng. We can come and go as we please, like other eight peaks. Bafeng guards the Buddhist scriptures pavilion very strictly, and no one cares if I drink in it, senior brother."

Being pulled by Yunfei, Qi Tian couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse to worship this sword peak. (Rush to the new book list, brothers and sisters, everyone, please vote for Shibu. If you don’t have a collection, click to add to the bookshelf. Thank you Shibu!)

(End of this chapter)