Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 43 Dead Marsh
The old man stared at Lin Jingyu's disappearing light, dazed, and at some point, another figure appeared behind him.

"He's gone." The figure said calmly.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, he stood up slowly, and turned his head to look at this person, the supreme leader of Qingyun Sect.

"Thank you very much." He said suddenly.

Reverend Daoxuan also seemed to be slightly taken aback, frowned and said: "What?"

The old man passed through his body, walked towards the hall of the ancestor's ancestral hall, and said in his mouth: "Thank you for agreeing to let this young man stay with me for ten years."

Reverend Daoxuan was silent for a moment, and slowly walked into the ancestral hall of the ancestors. In front of the altar enshrining countless Qingyun ancestors' spiritual tablets, the lights and candles flickered, and the faces of the people who illuminated them were also dark.

Reverend Daoxuan looked at him silently, "Back then I was willing to take great risks to save you without telling the teachers, but you didn't even thank me. Why do you thank me for a young man today?"

The old man walked up to the altar, picked up a brand new incense candle from the incense table in front of the altar, lit another incense candle, replaced the burning incense candle next to it, and said slowly: "This child He is very similar to me, when I saw him, I seemed to see myself when I was young, and only when I saw him did I realize that my heart, which has been dead for more than a hundred years, was once alive."

The old man stared at the candlestick on the incense table, as if he was the burnt incense candle, and Lin Jingyu was the brand new incense candle, the passing of the flame was the entanglement of fate and the continuation of life.

Oh, so he had lived like this before.

"However." The old man paused, still holding the candle in his hand, and asked inexplicably: "This child is so similar to me, why do you still give him to me? Let me teach him Taoism , don't you worry about trouble in the future?"

"trouble?"

Daoxuan smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "You haven't left the mountain for a long time, do you know the current situation of Qingyun Sect?"

The old man shook his head and remained silent.

Reverend Daoxuan raised his head and stared at the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect, standing majestically in front of him, sacred and majestic, with a mountain-like aura, which made him feel that the pressure on his shoulders was terrible.

"My Qingyun Sect seems to be the leader of the righteous way, and I am very prominent, but in fact, some members of the Qingyun Sect have been neglected, and there are no successors. If Qingyun Sect falls like this, how can I have the face to meet the previous generations of Qingyun Sect leaders?"

The old man frowned, and said: "Xiao Yicai from your sect and Qi Hao from Longshou Peak are both talented and cultivated. They are both unique talents. How can Qingyun sect not accept them?"

Reverend Daoxuan shook his head, looked at the shining golden plaque hanging in the main hall, and sighed: "Yi Cai and Qi Hao's talents and cultivation are indeed good, but they are more than conservative and not aggressive enough. In the future, they will be nothing but Cang Song He Tian It’s not that easy. As for the disciples of other peaks, they are all mediocre. Looking at the entire Qingyun, apart from Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak, only Lin Jingyu is the only one who can be considered a genius. So what if he blames me a few words? After all, after you and me, the Qingyun Sect always needs someone who can support the facade."

The old man may look down on many of Daoxuan's deeds, but he will never deny Daoxuan's contribution to Qingyun, and his sincerity to Qingyun.

The old man nodded, and said: "This kid Jing Yu has been a beginner for 15 years, and he is in the realm of the supernatural, hehe, this kind of talent is probably going to catch up with the Qingye Patriarch back then."

The old man turned around, sighed again and again, and walked to the backyard with the broom again, leaving Daoxuan Daoxuan alone in the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall.

Lin Jingyu left, today's steps were only cleaned by himself, he had to start earlier.

Although the Qingyun Mountain is sunny, the Dead Marsh in the far west is full of gloom.

The gray miasma rises in a mighty way, extending left and right, peaking at the top, and covering the dead marsh like a gauze, without seeing the sun.

Animal bones and rotten dead wood were scattered everywhere, and a gust of wind blew, making people feel cold.

This is the most dangerous place in the Dead Marsh—Nezawa, where danger exists everywhere, and death exists everywhere.

On the edge of a swamp in the Dead Marsh, the five members of Qingyun Sect, Xiaozhufeng Wenmin, Lu Xueqi, Fenghuifeng Zeng Shushu, Dazhufeng Du Bishu, and Longshoufeng Fang Chao are sitting around a bonfire with white smoke curling up All of them frowned and looked dignified.

The stakes of this operation are high and the risks are extremely high, so the disciples sent are all the best disciples from various disciplines.

Needless to say, Lu Xueqi's cultivation level, Wen Min and Zeng Shushu were also the top eight of the Qimai martial arts competition in the past few years. As for Du Bishu, although Du Bishu's morality is a bit low, he is after all the disciple with the highest cultivation level under Song Daren, the first disciple of the Big Bamboo Peak , it is understandable to be sent out.

On the other hand, Longshou Peak, which is known as the birthplace of talents, everyone originally preferred Qi Hao with the most seniority or Lin Jingyu with the greatest reputation, but both Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu were unable to come because they had to deal with affairs in the sect and were grounded. , so Fang Chao was temporarily sent here.

Speaking of which, Fang Chao's cultivation base is actually not low. In the past ten years, his Taiji Xuanqing Dao has broken through to the seventh floor of Yuqing, and he can already be ranked in the top five in Longshou Peak. There is nothing wrong with being sent out, but everyone Forgot one thing, that was the Qimai Martial Arts Competition ten years ago.

At the Qimai Martial Arts Competition ten years ago, Fang Chao was seriously injured by Lu Xueqi, which not only lost face, but also nearly damaged the immortal sword. Speaking of which, the two still have some old grudges.

Fortunately, Fang Chao is an open-minded person, and because of Lin Jingyu, the disciples of Longshou Peak have already regarded Lu Xueqi as one of their own, so Fang Chao has no resentment towards her at all, just sitting like this One piece, Fang Chao still felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Min from Xiaozhufeng is also a smart and considerate person, so he naturally saw Fang Chao's thoughts, so he coughed lightly and spoke to break the silence.

"Junior Brother Fang, since Senior Uncle Cangsong disappeared ten years ago, the Uncle Head of the sect intends to re-elect a new leader in Longshou Peak, but Senior Brother Qi has repeatedly postponed it. Do you know why?"

The first seat of Longshou Peak is vacant. This has always been a major event in Qingyun Sect. Qingyun disciples are also very concerned about this. When everyone heard Wen Min's question, they all looked at Fang Chao in unison, with their faces written all over. Curious, especially Zeng Shushu's expression was the most exaggerated.

Seeing the reaction of the crowd, Fang Chao smiled, spat out the hay in his mouth, and explained: "Since we want to select the master, naturally all the disciples must be present. Now that the younger brother is still under restraint, how can we ignore it?" He came to elect the head."

Although Long Shoufeng was arrogant in the eyes of outsiders, he was very united inside, especially for Lin Jingyu, a junior, who cared and loved him even more.

Du Bishu also has a lively temper, he nodded, and said with a smile: "As far as I know, Senior Uncle Cangsong loves Junior Brother Lin the most. Could it be that Senior Brother Qi is not afraid that Junior Brother Lin will snatch his top seat if he keeps procrastinating so much?" ?”

Fang Chao chuckled, looked at Lu Xueqi pointedly, and said with a smile: "Whether junior brother or not cares about the first seat, have you ever heard of the precedent of the first marriage between the two lines?"

In order to maintain the status of Nagato, Qing Yunmen will naturally not allow the first marriage between the two branches.And because of the relationship between Wen Min and Song Daren, Lu Xueqi was already the leader of Little Bamboo Peak identified by Master Shuiyue, how could Lin Jingyu fight for this so-called leader for Lu Xueqi?

As soon as Fang Chao finished speaking, Du Bishu didn't know what he meant, so he gave Lu Xueqi a light smile and smiled.

And Lu Xueqi lowered her head, looking at her embroidered shoes, as if she didn't understand what they were saying.

Wen Min is worthy of being Xiaozhufeng's senior sister, but a few words made the originally depressing atmosphere much more lively.

But at this moment, a dense "rustling" sound, as if a hundred insects were walking at night, suddenly came from not far away. Listening carefully, it was a bit creepy!

The five people who had just relaxed tensed up again in an instant, with expressions of surprise on their faces, Wen Min frowned and said, "Could it be some kind of poisonous insect again?"

Zeng Shushu forced a smile and said, "I'm afraid the number is still quite a lot!"

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the worry in the eyes of others. In this dead marsh full of poisonous insects and unpredictable dangers, after only one day, they had already become somewhat wary of the ominous creatures here, and here There are so many weird things of all kinds, I really don't know what will come out?
Just when the three of them were concentrating on guard, the sound of "rustling" got closer and closer, gradually approaching them.

After a while, I only heard the sound of insects singing loudly in the gloomy forest around them. They surrounded them from all directions, densely packed, surrounded them, and I don't know how many strange and terrifying eyes were peeping at them. them!

When they got closer, Lin Jingyu and the others looked carefully, and they all took a deep breath. They saw monsters crawling out of the forest all around them. They were all monsters in the shape of ants, but each of these things had They are about the size of an ordinary person's calf, but the number seems to be endless. The creepy sound of rustling instantly filled the clearing in the forest.

"Is this the Dead Marsh Giant Ant?" Zeng Shushu opened his eyes wide, looked around, and said to himself.

Lu Xueqi heard Zeng Shushu's words and asked, "What is the Dead Marsh Giant Ant?"

Zeng Shushu looked at the tens of thousands of monsters with a cold expression on his face: "The giant ants in the Dead Marsh are unique ants in the Dead Marsh. They are as big as a dog and extremely poisonous. If you are bitten by them, you will be injured. But..."

Zeng Shushu saw that these giant ants were neatly lined up, and wondered: "However, these giant ants are so gathered, it doesn't seem like they are attacking us by themselves, but they should be controlled by someone."

As soon as Zeng Shushu finished speaking, a male voice suddenly sounded from not far away: "Qingyunmen is indeed a thousand-year-old giant school, and the disciples of the school really have some knowledge."

As he spoke, a flute sounded faintly, and the giant ants suddenly parted to make way for a young man to come out slowly, standing in front of the crowd with a smile on his face, with a refined demeanor, but there was a faint gleam between his brows. A little cloudy.

(End of this chapter)