Chapter 1381 Yan Sichun. (The Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

In the entire meeting hall, there was a moment of silence, and silence enveloped the audience.

After a while, someone slowly said: "I have seen the photo, the Sword God's sword is already very strong."

"But Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the Sword God!"

A supreme elder who looked like a young man looked around and said, "Pei Ling majors in Dao of the Sword, and his magic power has already become a reality."

"This battle with the Sword God shows his foundation. All the magical powers he used to perform are all under his knives. This is basically a sword demon!"

Everyone else nodded, and a middle-aged elder said in a deep voice, "The one Pei Ling will challenge next must be the Mountain Lord."

"I have five righteous ways, and four of them have been defeated by him."

"This battle of the mountain lord... must not be defeated again!"

The young Supreme Elder frowned and said, "The battle between the Sword God and Pei Ling is ahead of schedule, and the Mountain Lord is still retreating, but he doesn't know if the time will be too late..."

Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in cloth and sandals immediately said: "This is my last battle of righteousness, so don't rush into it."

"If Pei Ling comes too soon, let him wait for a few more days."

The middle-aged elder Taishang nodded slightly: "After Pei Ling enters our Jiuyi Mountain boundary, he needs to be treated well."

"I can make him wait a few more days, but I can't lose the etiquette of my righteous way."

Everyone nodded their heads when they heard the words.

Afterwards, a female Supreme Elder sighed slightly: "There is only so much we can do now."

"Next, wait for the mountain master to leave the customs."

Everyone was silent for a moment, all speechless, and soon dispersed in silence...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Heart Appreciation Peak.

This is a mountain with red leaves all over the mountain, which is particularly conspicuous and bright among the group of Daisy.

There are clouds on the top of the peak, waterfalls hanging down from the sky, auspicious animals and auspicious birds wandering freely, full of wild fun, and sometimes see the sharp sword light coming in and out.

mountain top.

Under several ancient pine trees that can only be embraced by several people, a thatched house has been built for an unknown number of years, with a thick thatched roof, and the mossy ground in front of the house is covered with green and yellow interlaced pine needles.

The unique fragrance of pine wood, mixed with the bitter chill, slowly diffuses, clear and mellow, just like the old wine that has been stored for a long time.

At this moment, in the hut, the curtains were half rolled up, and the window lattices were half opened, reflecting a slender and thin figure.

His blue hair is high, with wooden hairpins inserted obliquely, green clothes and white skirts, without rings, and the plain skirts are more elegant, like the face piled up with the first snow, no vermilion powder has been applied, but the eyebrows and eyelashes are like ink, and the eyes are like lacquer. Looking fresh and bright, it looks like a snow lotus that has bloomed for a long time in the long-lasting world of mortals.

The air of the female cultivator's whole body is cold, and it is integrated with the wind on the mountain top, the ancient pines, the thatched hut... like a fairy Gushe living in an empty mountain, without the slightest smoke and fire.

At this moment, he was holding a flying sword as clear as clear water in his hand, but he was in a daze.

This is senior brother Wei Duanju's natal sword, Guimengjian!

It has been a long, long time since Senior Brother Wei left the Hanyan Sword Sect. After so many years, she still clearly remembers every word the other party said to her.

Time flies, and the years are long, obliterating many people and things.

But the little things I got along with my senior brother back then, not only did not fade away, but in the memories over and over again, they became more and more profound and vivid...

The distant book returns to the dream for two years, only the empty bed is the enemy of Suqiu. The moss and mangroves under the steps, the rain falling and the moon worrying... This poem is the source of the brother's name taboo. 【Note】

That year when the senior brother climbed Qijian Mountain and was recognized by Feijian, all the fellow disciples congratulated him. She was very happy, and with the chaotic feelings of that time, she took the initiative to give Feijian a name.

Senior Brother Wei didn't care about such things, and felt that the word "Guimeng" was acceptable, so this natal sword that accompanied senior brother from birth to death was called Guimeng Sword from then on.

It is also because of this matter that Yan Sichun always feels that the senior brother may not be ruthless towards him...

He just wants to pursue the Dao more. Maybe he hasn't seen his own heart clearly, or he is simply incomprehensible... In short, the time of a monk is long, and she has a lot of time to wait, to wait...

However, who would have thought that after such a long time, after the vicissitudes of things and people, after a long wait, the one who came back was only the opponent's sword...

Returning to the dream, returning to the dream... What returned was actually just an illusory dream...

The wind is bitter, the pine needles are falling like a shower, the thousands of green silks vertically and horizontally on the window lattice, the rustling sound of beating the roof is very familiar, like those rainy nights that passed together many years ago, and like those rainy nights that came alone after the people left , the sound of wind whimpering from nowhere, the light blue blood vessels reflecting the white back of his hand, Yan Sichun gently stroked the blade of Guimengjian, his eyes were in a trance.

The flying sword's brilliance still exists, and its spirituality has not dissipated, but the sword spirit has been severely eroded by the dead energy of Yousu Tomb. To awaken its spiritual wisdom, it must go through a considerable period of careful cultivation.

However, this is Senior Brother Wei's sword, no matter what, she must restore it to its original state!

Just as he was thinking, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the hut.

Soon, a female cultivator dressed in fancy clothes and with golden rings in her hair walked in. Her bright eyes were as bright as stars, her body was lingering with sword intent, and she walked vigorously. When she saw Yan Sichun, she immediately saluted respectfully: "Master, Su Zhentian's Elder Qi Taishang came, and he said that he brought the news of the battle between the suzerain and the demon cultivator Pei Ling..."

Listening to the disciple's words, Yan Sichun came back to her senses, put away the flying sword, looked at the successor in front of her and asked, "The suzerain is defeated, right?"

The female cultivator was startled for a moment, Master already knew?

After being surprised for a while, he quickly came back to his senses, and immediately replied: "Yes..."

"Elder Qi Taishang also said that the suzerain is now healing his wounds in the Valley of Five Colors, with the empress of the Liugian Dynasty protecting the dharma."

Yan Sichun nodded slightly, if the suzerain wins, he will return to the sect by himself, and there is no need for someone from Su Zhentian to report to the Han'an sword sect.

In the current situation, the suzerain must have been defeated, and the suzerain's injury must not be serious!

Thinking of this, she said slowly: "Understood, you can go to practice."

The female cultivator responded immediately: "Yes!"

Immediately bowed and retreated.

In the midst of the whirling ancient pines and the dispersing coldness, Yan Sichun got up slowly. The suzerain of the Han'an Sword Sect was seriously injured, and she had to go to protect the dharma just in case.

Although there is already a queen from the Liugai Dynasty in the Valley of Five Colors, since Jianzong knows about this, as the Supreme Elder, it is impossible for her to remain silent.

Besides, where did Senior Brother Wei get his sword? She also had to ask the suzerain...

When his thoughts turned, Yan Sichun instantly turned into a sword light, piercing through the rain curtain of thousands of pine needles in an instant, sweeping across the sky, and escaped from the Cold Dark Sword Sect.

[Note] Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty] "Duanju".