Sovereign of the Era

Above the pool, the cold was spreading.

Lin Yun lies at the bottom of the pool, surrounded by long swords soaked in it.

Unable to move, unable to speak, even unable to open one's mouth.

The cold covered his vision, so that he could not see anything, and his heart could not help a burst of anxiety.

Bang!

The fierce sound came into Lin Yuner, and the debris flew. It should be that the visitor directly kicked the door.

"Uncle Wang, do you know this old guy? Why do you have to come here? The old guy is just a waste in Qingyun sect. He has been living in this shabby place and seldom goes out. "

It's Wang Ning's voice!

Lin Yun's heart is startled, hear this voice, it is Su ziyao once let oneself careful Wang Ning.

"Hehe, it's more than knowing He left the scar on my face. Just so many years did not see, but did not expect, has become such a waste appearance! Mr. Hong, do you still recognize me? "

the voice of another Yin test sounded, gnashing teeth, and the words seemed to have old resentment with Wang Lao.

"Wang's old dog, turning into ash, I can smell the smell of excrement on my body." Hong Lao said indifferently, and his words seemed quite calm.

"The mouth is still as hard as ever! Nephew, you've been lurking in Qingyun sect for three years, and you haven't found the things that Founder Qingyun took away. Maybe it's on this old guy. "

"Seriously?"

"Not good..."

Hearing a exclamation, the old man quickly came to Hong Lao.

Under the cold pool, Lin Yun can't hear the follow-up The heart is extremely anxious.

After half a sound, there was a sound again.

"This old man is really cruel enough to break his channels!"

"Nothing!"

Wang Ning gives Hong Lao a kick, but Hong Lao has no response like a dead man.

Lin Yun's heart is pounding, have a kind of bad feeling.

"Damn it, I had to wait until the four big matches, and all my eyes and ears were gone. I've almost turned the broken door upside down and found nothing in the end. I've wasted three years here! "

Bang!

Wang Ning a fist bang on the wall, extremely depressed said.

"Forget it, young master. Maybe the things brought out by founder Qingyun are not in Qingyun sect. It's not all a bad thing for you to be quiet in this place for three years. At least, you should stay away from disputes and have a lot of family troubles. Let's go. "

"Uncle Wang, help me kill a man before you go!"

Wang Ning tone suddenly becomes firm extremely, cold voice says.

"No, you have to leave after today, or you will be removed from the family if you miss the bar mitzvah."

"If you don't kill the sword slave, it's hard to get rid of it!"

Silence for a moment, the old man said: "before sunset, if you can find me to do it. If you can't find it, you must go back with me. It's just a sword slave. There's no need to delay your future. "

"Good!"

In the pool, Lin Yun's consciousness gradually blurred, and then he fell asleep.

By the time he woke up, it was two days later.

Plop!

Lin Yun came out of the water and took a long breath. He felt his head buzzing.

I don't know how long I stayed at the bottom of the water. All depends on internal breathing. I wake up and feel dizzy.

"Old Hong!"

Lin Yun's face changed slightly. He rose from the air and saw the body of Hong Lao's fall.

Hong Lao's face was peaceful and painless, and his vitality had already disappeared.

"Damn it!"

Old Hong in Qingyun Zong is regarded as him. He is one of the few relatives and friends who take good care of his original master.

Even before he died, he was saved.

"Wang Ning, I must kill you!

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now he has some regrets, and has not put Su ziyao's message before leaving in his heart.

Su ziyao has been staying for a long time. Be careful of Wang Ning. I'll see you later.

But he only thought that Wang Ning was an inferior disciple. He never thought that he came from a big family and lived in Qingyun sect for three years.

Nine out of nine people find it difficult to do so.

There are obvious traces on Hong Lao, and the whole Xijian pavilion has been searched. It seems that Wang Ning is looking for something again.

Can it be a painting given by old Hong?

Lin Yun had no time to think about it. He picked up Hong Lao's body and walked towards Qingyun Mountain.

In a remote forest ten miles away from Qingyun peak, there is an empty grave which was dug by old Hong himself.

Two years ago, Mr. Hong brought Lin Yun once, saying that if he died, he would be buried here.

That meeting Lin Yun, only when old Hong is joking.

Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty grave and slowly laid down Hong Lao's body.

With a long sigh, Lin Yun began to dig the grave.

After digging with bare hands for half a day, I saw the exposed coffin. I jumped down and opened the coffin with a swing.In addition to a few nails, the coffin had a letter.

Lin YunRuo thinks about it and opens the envelope.

"Little fellow, when you see this letter, I must be dead. No matter how I die, don't be too sad. You may not have imagined that Mr. Hong has lived for hundreds of years and lived in the same era as the founder of Qingyun sect... "

Seeing this, Lin Yun looks slightly surprised.

Qingyun sect has existed for more than 300 years, that is to say, Hong Lao is at least 300 years old?

"When your founder Qingyun established his foundation, he traveled around the world. I had the honor to get to know him and become a close friend after several intimate contacts. Thirty years ago, he and I decided to venture to the tomb of the southern emperor. "

"Everyone in the tomb of the southern emperor died. I came out with a wound. When he came out, the opportunity was almost broken. He and I brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword... "

"Before he died, your ancestor Qingyun asked me to give the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So he crossed mountains and rivers and came to Qingyun Zong of Tianshui state and handed the sword to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants had ordinary qualifications and did not see the origin of the sword. It's just like a grass and wood sword that has lost its aura, and you don't know where it's thrown. "

"I was seriously hurt at that time. I was thinking about living in Qingyun and understanding the nature of the painting. Unfortunately After all, the South emperor is the South emperor. He and I should not act in a rash way. "

"After ten years of understanding, I finally found a trace of mystery in the painting. What we can see is that there are endless demons coming from the netherworld. When they kill all the evil spirits, they also destroy my soul. At that time, I knew that my life would not be long... "

When Lin Yun saw this, he was puzzled and puzzled.

Why is the picture Hong Lao saw different from what he saw.

He also saw the light of the sword, but he was not hurt. There was no trace of the evil spirits in the netherworld.

Rosette, it's really misty.

Always when you think that the understanding is almost the same, it is only the tip of the iceberg.

Looking at the burial sword on the ground, Lin YunRuo thinks about it. Is this sword that Founder Qingyun took from the curtain of the southern emperor?

Fate is amazing

At that time, the two men risked their lives and took away the sacred objects from the tomb of the southern emperor. After tossing and turning, they all came to Lin Yun's hands.

Continue to see, old Hong did not give Lin Yun too much advice, let him not go deep into the rose painting.

Perhaps in the eyes of Hong Lao, Lin Yun's realm will never be able to understand the mystery.

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if you do not understand, you will not be injured.

It is specially advised not to think too much about Su ziyao.

After reading the letter, Lin Yun has mixed feelings. Old Hong has long been indifferent to his death.

For that year's adventure, it is a mixture of regret.

South Emperor Who is the southern emperor?

Lin Yun was curious. Unfortunately, the letter didn't explain it in detail. He must be a great man.

After receiving the letter, Lin Yun puts the body of Hong Lao into the coffin.

After carefully sorting out the remains, the coffin was covered and then sealed with nails.

After half a ring.

Looking at the re sealed tomb, Lin Yun knelt down and kowtowed three times.

When Lin Yun returns to the ancestral gate, the sun sets and the afterglow is thick.

He inquired about it and found out that it had been two days.

Wang Ning has disappeared. He was told that Wang Ning had been looking for him everywhere two days ago. Now no one knows where Wang Ning went, as if the world evaporated.

"I'll find you!"

In Lin Yun's eyes, he made an absolute commitment to himself.

In front of the white, the wooden table house is in full bloom.

For half a month, under the irrigation of yinlingjue, the white residual flowers in the basin have been blooming like blood.

The fragrance of the flowers is delicious and delicate.

Take out the ancient sword box in the storage ring. When you open it, you will feel cold.

Without saying a word, Lin Yun took off the petals and covered the sword case.

When the layers are covered and the fragrance of flowers is already strong and refreshing, the burial foil is solemnly put in.

This sword in the tomb of the southern emperor, in Lin Yun's hands, is only the first to show its brilliance.

Still far from being comparable to the glory of that year.

Fortunately, Lin Yun has already known how to maintain this sword. As long as the flower fragrance is used to nourish it, sooner or later it will reappear.

At the beginning, I bought Yinling Jue and ancient sword box for the present.

Closing the sword case, Lin Yun whispered, "it's time to leave."

Since the four big matches, Lin Yun has always had the impulse to leave.

Fortunately, he calmly suppressed it and spent half a month to digest the fighting experience of the four big matches.

Now that old Hong has passed away, he has nothing to worry about in Qingyun.

Whether to find Su ziyao or avenge the flood, he should go.Thinking for a moment, Lin Yun still chose not to see the patriarch.

Just leave a letter and leave without saying goodbye.

After a simple revelation, Lin Yun put the letter on the table.

"It's heavy!"

The back of the sword case is slightly heavy. Fortunately, Lin Yun's body is still strong.

The foundation of huaxue pill and Yangxin pill, together with the continuous nourishment of Linglong Qiqiao pill.

Let him rely on the strength of the body, but also easy to carry, the day needs several people to carry the heavy sword box.

Dressed in the afterglow of the sunset, Lin Yun went down the mountain in silence.

Out of the mountain gate, he looked back at the green cloud, his eyes showed a soft light.

Take a look at it again. You can only recall it in a dream.

As he turned to walk, a voice stopped him.

"Younger martial brother Lin, stop!"

Looking back, we can see the little patriarch Bai Yufan, with a smile on his face, leading a fiery blood dragon horse to come.

"Xiao Hong!"

At the moment of seeing the blood dragon and horse, Lin Yun's face was surprised. He was unconscious after the first world war with Ma Tian.

I didn't see the blood dragon horse all the time. I thought it was too wild and had already run away.

I didn't expect that I had been raised in Qingyun sect.

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