Shortly after the sound dissipated, scenes soon appeared in Ye Qi's mind.

The ordinary man who wandered around the world took all the world with the sword in his hand. The ordinary man's opponent became stronger and stronger, and the sword in his hand was also changing. The only thing that remained unchanged was that he had never lost, and his eyes had never changed for something;

Countless years later, no one in the world was his opponent. He was with a strange eagle in the deep mountains and cliffs. At this time, he did not hold a sword in his hand because in his opinion, everything in the world is his sword, including himself.

One day, the wind and clouds on the cliff were changing, and the strange eagle roared constantly. He walked out of a grave. Looking at the sky above the cliff, he slowly raised his arm and stabbed it out with his finger as a sword. The wind and clouds on the cliff solidified. After a while, the clouds on the mountain turned into silk threads and fell to the ground. After that, every man disappeared.

The picture in Ye Qi's mind seemed to be torn apart by the sword of a man, and then turned into straight lines, and the lines turned into swords. The sword had a straight green edge, a soft sword around the fingers, a wide and thick sword, a green willow wood sword, and a green grass in the mountains...

Finally, the swords merged together and became invisible, as if they were trying to break a will of heaven and earth...

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The candles that both of the two children in the house had forgotten to blow out gradually turned into a pool of wax oil. Ye Qi, who was lying on the couch, suddenly stood up and gasped, just like a person who was hanging to death suddenly broke the rope and fell to the ground to breathe the air greedily.

The information sent into the mind of the incomprehensible existence of the system copied all the experiences of the ordinary man practicing sword throughout his life, including the terrifying sword intent of the last sword of the Sky.

At this moment, he thought about the last sword, and his thoughts seemed to be about to break with the world in the picture, and he was still afraid.

He got up and walked under the wooden window. He gently opened the wooden window. The breeze outside the mountain brought a bright moonlight, which seemed to dye his hair silver. At this moment, looking at the bamboo forest outside the house, it was different from before.

Under the moonlight, Ye Qi could not come back to his senses for a long time. Until a slight humming sound came from behind, he hurriedly closed the wooden window and turned around to look. He saw Xiao Wuji, who had been asleep peacefully, hunched on the bed, and his beautiful eyebrows were frowned all over.

Ye Qi looked worried, walked back before falling back and picked up his quilt and covered it with him, and then stroked the frost between his eyebrows with his hands.

The Yin and Cold Power contained in the Xuanming Divine Palm can be said to be the most yin and destructive way in this world. The palm power is like a rush of mountains and rivers. When facing someone, the palm power will hit back into his body. If the internal power is insufficient, the cold poison will invade the other person's internal organs and cannot be entangled. Unless there is the most yang power in the world, you will be tortured by cold poison throughout your life and you will die.

Zhang Wuji was so young that he was slapped by one of the two elders Xuanming, who were the top players in the world. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Zhenren and Wudang heroes who were actually the first-class players, they would have died long ago with the internal strength of Wudang Nine Yang.

"Uncle Master, don't worry, Wuji will do this every night." Xiao Wuji opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qiqiang in front of his bed and said with a smile.

Ye Qi looked at this very sensible child. Although he knew that he would have the chance in the future, he still couldn't bear to feel a strong feeling of pity in his heart. He asked with concern: "It's very cold?"

Xiao Wuji nodded, but quickly shook his head and said, "It's not cold."

After saying that, he said again: "Uncle Master, I want to hear the story."

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There are many stories about girls selling firewood, magic lamps that can satisfy people's wishes, stories about a wolf couple and a flock of sheep...

The child likes these stories very much. As the cold poison attacks gradually fade, his body no longer curled up because of the cold.

"Uncle Master, where do you say that after a person dies?"

Because of many stories and because of the sincere eyes of the junior teacher when he saw him, Xiao Wuji trusted this junior teacher he had just met without reason, so he asked a question he had always wanted to ask but had never asked.

Ye Qi was silent, thinking of the terrifying scenes that had come from Guanzhong to Huguang, and the soft eyes of the couple Yamashita Masashita when he looked at him. He hesitated for a long time and said, "It would probably be a very beautiful place to meet some good people and things."

Xiao Wu breathed a long sigh and said, "Then Wuji will feel relieved."

"You can't die." Ye Qi said very seriously, but at this time the child who was suffering from illness in bed had fallen asleep and had not heard his words.

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The two young people in the house were killed because of the cold poison in the middle of the night, and the other was because they told many stories. Therefore, they did not get up early like many Taoist priests on the mountain to practice martial arts and recite scriptures. They slept until three o'clock on the sun before they were picked up by Mo Shenggu from the bed.

What Ye Qi is most familiar with now is the person Mo Qixia who is one or two years older than his two lives in total. After yesterday's apprenticeship, it was the one who took him around Wudang Mountain Gate and familiarized himself with the terrain of the mountain gate.

Ye Qi tidied up his clothes, picked up the wooden hairpin and tied his hair at will, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a big mouthful into his mouth. After feeling refreshed, he smiled and bowed to Mo Shenggu and asked, "Senior Brother Seven, have you made arrangements for your junior brother?"

Mo Shenggu had just combed Xiao Wuji's bun. Listening to Ye Qi's question, he couldn't help but replied in a sour tone: "You must practice Taoism and martial arts with your master in the future. After a while, you can have some breakfast and go to the back mountain."

Ye Qi heard the sourness of his tone and laughed a few times. He understood the reason in his heart. Since the Six Heroes of Wudang, their skills have been taught by the other senior brothers. But in the future, he will learn skills with his master, so the seventh senior brother will naturally be "jealous".
Chapter completed!