Zhu Xianzhi's sword Qingyun

Chapter 62 Inheritance
The small courtyard of Big Bamboo Peak was completely silent.

There was no madness, no unwillingness, no chaos, and nothing abnormal that should have been.

Lin Jingyu just kept his eyes open, lay quietly on the bed, didn't say a word, didn't utter a single word, and stayed for the whole morning.

The room was eerily quiet.

As the saying goes, there is nothing more sad than death, and at this moment, there is nothing unusual about him, but the most terrifying thing.At this moment, Lu Xueqi wished so much that Lin Jingyu could sit up, curse and yell a few times, even if it was directed at her.

But Lin Jingyu didn't, he just lay there expressionless, as if he had forgotten the time and his own existence.

Lin Jingyu didn't know how he should face this woman who had been waiting for him for ten years.

Dressed in white clothes, dancing gracefully, still in a dream.

Lu Xueqi was still Lu Xueqi, but Lin Jingyu was no longer Lin Jingyu, he didn't know what to say.

Does he regret it?

Do not!He has no regrets at all.To have the opportunity to prevent the rebirth of the beast monster and prevent him from harming the common people, he is willing to take any risk and pay any price, even if it is his own life.

Even if time goes back to the night when he made his decision, he will still make the same choice and die brazenly, even if there is only a slight chance of success.

Where righteousness lies and where Tao exists, since he is a disciple of Qingyun, this should be the case.

But why didn't he die? Why did the heaven let him survive, let him see how powerless he was, and how hard it was to stand up like a cripple.

He, who used to be the Qingming Phoenix of Longshou Peak, is as proud as he is. He would rather burn in the fire in a disaster than lose his wings and survive without the ability to soar to the nine heavens, like a humble ant. look up to others.

He has never been afraid of death, but he does not want to live in a humble way, but this result makes him feel worse than death.

Lin Jingyu looked at the Dragon Slaying Sword lying quietly in the corner, he knew that it would be difficult for him to hold a sword in this life.

He is sorry for his master, Taoist Cangsong passed him the Dragon Slaying Sword, but he failed to make the Dragon Slaying Sword famous all over the world, and then raised its prestige; Promote goodness and help the world.

Right now he can't do anything, he's just a cripple who can't even hold a sword!
Lin Jingyu thought of the old man in the ancestor's ancestral hall, he wanted to go and apologize to the old man, tell him that he had failed his expectations.

Lin Jingyu sat up with difficulty, endured the pain, and said to Lu Xueqi who was in the room: "Junior Sister Lu, can you take me somewhere?"

"Where?" Seeing that Lin Jingyu finally spoke, Lu Xueqi finally felt a little better, and asked softly.

"The ancestral hall of the ancestors."

On the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, one of the two holy places of Qingyunmen, except for some important days, the ancestral hall of the ancestors is rarely visited by people.

Even many Qingyun disciples didn't know, or forgot that there was such an old man sweeping the floor in the ancestor's ancestral hall, maybe even the old man himself forgot his existence.

In the remote and dark ancestral hall of the ancestors, the plaques hanging on the beams are always spotless, the candles that are not extinguished for thousands of years dance quietly on the table, and the sandalwood that lingers in the nose calms everyone's heart.

An old man, with a stooped and thin body, took an old broom and swept the ground meticulously in the ancestral hall. It has been a hundred years without changing his original intention.

"Idiot."

As soon as Lin Jingyu explained his reason for coming, the old man said: "You were injured for your faith, you were injured for saving the world. You have done a good job, so why should you be sorry to me?"

The old man has gray beard and gray hair. Although his voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, it is full of sincerity, like a bell ringing in a deep valley, shaking people's hearts, as if it can easily touch the softest part of people's hearts.

"Hey."

Lin Jingyu sighed faintly, looking at the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the past generations enshrined in the ancestral hall of the ancestors, his eyes were full of unwillingness and persistence: "Senior, I went to the mountain at the age of 13 and practiced Taoism for 15 years. Although I dare not say that I am very talented, But he is still diligent, and his cultivation base is also slightly successful.

So Master also placed high hopes on me, and even passed on the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon Zhanlongjian to me, hoping that I could revive the prestige of the Dragon Zhanjian.But now, I have become like this, and I have failed Master's trust.Senior, I will return the Dragon Slaying Sword to you today, and I hope that senior can help you with the Dragon Slaying Sword, the Ghost Slaying Secret Art, and find another successor.Master Wan's prestige accumulated in those years must not be broken in my hands! "

"Also?" Lu Xueqi couldn't help asking herself in her heart.

Lu Xueqi was already wondering why the first thing Lin Jingyu did after waking up was to come to the ancestral hall, now, when he heard Lin Jingyu's words, his doubts deepened.

Why use the word "Return", could it be that the Dragon Slaying Sword belongs to him?But as far as she knew, this Dragon Slaying Sword was Lin Jingyu's master, Taoist Cangsong passed it on to him, it has nothing to do with this old man.

Strictly speaking, the Dragon Slaying Sword has two masters, one is Lin Jingyu, and the other is the legendary Wan Jianyi. Lin Jingyu wants to return the Dragon Slaying Sword to this old man. Wan Jianyi in the population of Songdao?

Thinking of this, Lu Xueqi's body suddenly trembled.

Wan Jianyi could be considered as a person in Qingyun Sect who taught Daoxuan shoulder to shoulder with Daoxuan, no wonder, no wonder Lin Jingyu's cultivation level improved so quickly.

The old man also sighed softly, put down the broom in his hand, and said slowly: "The four great swordsmanship of Qingyunmen were so famous back then, but now except for the Divine Sword Yulei Zhenjue, the other three styles are really The tactic has been gradually forgotten by people."

The old man approached Lin Jingyu, and lightly patted him on the shoulder: "If the Dragon Slaying Sword is without Slaying Ghosts and Gods, it is just a more powerful fairy sword. You are busy. But you only know that the True Art of Slaying Ghosts and Gods and the Sword of Slaying Dragons complement each other and are indispensable, but you don’t know that the most important thing among them is not the True Art of Slaying Ghosts and Gods, nor the Sword of Slaying Dragons, but people. "

True! 300 years ago, Qingyun Sect came out with a genius named Wan Jianyi, who used the Dragon Slaying Sword to maximize the power of slaying ghosts and gods, and gained a great reputation, but 300 years, 300 years later, came out another Lin... Jing Yu, who inherited Wan Jianyi's mantle, revived the prestige of Zhanlongjian.

But that is 300 years, not three days, not three years, it is a full 300 years, how many 300 years can people afford?
The old man's words made Lin Jingyu suddenly silent, and his handsome face was already a little slumped.

Looking at all this, the old man felt how similar the Lin Jingyu at this moment was to him back then, the same pride of heaven, the same sudden change, the same unwillingness and loneliness.

The old man's Adam's apple moved slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "Son, your injury is not hopeless."

Suddenly, Lin Jingyu and Lu Xueqi's bodies stopped at the same time, as if they had seen the dawn before dawn, they looked at Wan Jianyi together.

Wan Jianyi respectfully put incense sticks on the ancestors of Qingyun Sect, and said: "Back then, I was cut off by a demon cultist, so I didn't have any hope, but later, with the help of an old friend Next, use ghost art to help me regain my arm and restore it to its original state."

(End of this chapter)