Tianyu Gate, Tianyuan Peak.

This is the dojo of Taoist Kongyuan. The mountain is rich in aura, with immortal birds often flying over it, and pavilions and pavilions standing tall.

This mountain peak welcomed a new guest a month ago, Ye Baiyu, a closed disciple of Taoist Kong Yuan and a brave man who cleansed away his fellow evil cultivators.

Obviously at that time, I just wanted to seek justice for Wang Heiqi and the brothers who died, but now I have received such benefits.

Not only was he accepted as a disciple by Kong Yuan and became the direct descendant of the elders, but he also had to be taught the entire "Tian Yu Wuji". In addition, he got the "Tian Yuan Sword Technique" from the village. I only lost some of Han Lao's soul power during this trip.<

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Under the strong contrast between gains and efforts, even if he didn't want to, he had to admit that Wang Heiqi's death was worth it, very... worth it.

But what he left for himself was definitely more than these things.

After settling down, Ye Baiyu sent people to find his birthplace, which was a small border village far away from Yiling.

Wang Heiqi's father was a general. He died in battle when resisting the demon clan more than 20 years ago. I heard that there should be a large pension based on military merit, but it was only a tael of silver in the hands of the mother-in-law.

Later, when the land was annexed, the women and children could not hold on to the few acres of land at home, and were eventually driven out of the village. The women starved to death on the road.

Based on the few words of the villagers, he could only investigate this little thing because Wang Heiqi took people back once.

Should those bandits deserve to die? Absolutely.

But did they choose this kind of life? Some did, and some were forced.

Who is forcing them? It’s the demon clan who killed his father;

It’s those officials who are greedy for pension money;

Or are they greedy villagers?

He can't understand.

‘Yu, you have to run and run to a very, very high place——’

Ye Baiyu suddenly remembered this sentence again, ended his meditation on the platform of the peak, stood up and greeted the person he was waiting for.

"White Feather!"

A burly figure came from the bottom of the mountain and waved to him from a distance.

Hearing this voice, Ye Baiyu's always cold face showed a smile, and he quickly walked over to greet him and led him into his new home.

"Your kid is so prosperous now!" Yun Yichuan hugged his shoulders, sat down, and slapped his thigh before scolding, "Something has been messed up about me recently, so damn unlucky!"
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The two have known each other for a long time, and Ye Baiyu has long been accustomed to his temper. He took out two cups and poured the spiritual liquid into it, "What's wrong?"

"It's not a big deal." Yun Yichuan drank the spiritual liquid in one gulp and slapped his thigh again angrily. "I finally took care of all the dirty things at home. I just finished the decoration. There is a dog breeder."

Just jump out and muddy the waters!

If I want to find out who he is, I will slap his head into a spinning top!"

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...

"Le, someone won't be able to sleep tonight!"

In the practice room, Fang Xiwen sat on the newly bought master's chair and read the newspaper. Occasionally, when he had free time, he would look up at the beautiful girl and make her laugh out loud.

Because he had to practice with two people every day, he needed to spend a lot of time summarizing his experiences, and sometimes he had to compare different sword techniques, so he bought a comfortable auxiliary tool.

He had a board installed on the old man's chair. When he was tired of writing, he would shake it twice, and his life would be very comfortable.

Since the news was spread by him, judging from the feedback received by Shadow Warrior, the effect is much better than expected.

He spread out the newspaper on the board and was about to give instructions for the next action. Luo Qingni trotted over from there, wrapped in her training clothes, and she looked a little coquettish.

She walked up to Fang Xiwen, opened her arms and spun around in a circle, straightened her back, and snorted with some pride, "I'm not sweating!"

He stared at Luo Qingni for a while, then curled his lips in disgust, "You'll barely pass."

Then he moved a little to the side. Luo Qingni cheered, squeezed in gently, and read the Di newspaper together, "Is there any interesting news this time?"

"Someone is going to be pissed off. Do you think it's fun?"

"Wow, you are so bad."

"...You knew it was me?"

"Isn't it?"

Looking at those clear eyes, Fang Xiwen was speechless and could only shake his chair angrily, while Luo Qingni took the newspaper and started reading.

‘According to informants, the Qingmo Shenjun’s legacy is not a natural secret, but a place set up by the three major sects (Tianyu, Shushan, and Mingyue) for their disciples to use for actual combat travel.

Because all new disciples of the Mingyue Sword Sect are below this limit, and most of the contemporary descendants of the other two sects do not exceed the fourth orifice.’

‘Another irrefutable proof is that all the teachings passed down by Lord Qingmo are swordsmen. Even if they are not from the Tianyu Sect of the Six Sword Holding Sects, most of their disciples are very good at swordsmanship.’

‘Therefore, although this secret realm is called the Divine Lord’s Palace to the outside world, it is actually the inner inheritance of each sect.’

‘It’s just a whitewash from the secret realm and an opportunity to select outstanding disciples!’

Luo Qingni read some newspapers, neatly arranged them on her stomach, blinked, "Whoever guessed this is so smart."

"That's because you are stupid."

Fang Xiwen took the newspaper from her hand and said with a smile.

"What, don't you think what he said makes sense?"

Luo Qingni refused to accept it and began to fight for the injustice of smart people she didn't know.

"There is a ridiculous truth. He just picks out the conditions that are useful to him and selectively ignores those that are useless."

Fang Xiwen shook the old man's chair and said in a leisurely tone, "He didn't say a word about how he got the cave. It's just a legend that Qingmo Shenjun is good at swordsmanship."

"When you say that, it seems so."

"Really? This method is called the fallacy of the divine...sharp archer. Shoot the arrow first and then draw the target. It's very bluffing."

"This man is so bad! I really misjudged him."

Luo Qingni angrily condemned, but before she could finish her words, the chair shook violently, almost knocking her off.

"What?"

"I defended him against injustice. Such a beautiful strategy should be looked down upon by a guy like you."

"So it's your boy?!"

Luo Qingni was angry and funny. She turned over and wanted to press on him. She grabbed him hard with her two tender little hands: "Big bad guy, I want to help those who have been deceived to get justice!"

"It's not me."

"Who would believe it!"

"Hey, it's really going to fall apart!"

The two got into a quarrel on the old man's chair. For a while, the latter shook violently, and then he was overwhelmed and fell sideways to the ground with a thud.

They subconsciously hugged each other and rolled to the door of the practice room.

Luo Qingni lay on top of him, her face red, rubbing her back, "It hurts."

"You're not shaking that hard, get up from me!"

That being said, this guy is quite comfortable to hold...

"Why are you so cruel? It was obviously you who deceived me first!"

After a disagreement, the two started to quarrel again. At this time, the door of the practice room was suddenly pushed open.

Fang Qingxiao, dressed in white, held the sword manual in his hand and looked at them quietly.

The two of them moved up and down, their palms clasped together, and they froze when they saw her movements.
Chapter completed!