Let's talk about Ren Pingsheng's sword skills yesterday. Everyone saw it, and he undoubtedly won. But who would have expected that Elder Aoki would later say that he violated the rules and hurt someone. This time, he was not only sentenced to lose, but also a year.

He was also forbidden to go to the Cultivation Valley before, but this time it was better. Not only was he unable to go to the Cultivation Tower, he was not even allowed to go to the Cultivation Valley.

On the edge of the cliff, the sword in Ren Pingsheng's hand was dancing rapidly. The cold front passed by, knocking the young leaves on the branches into pieces like rain, and then one by one, they were shattered under his sword.

"He has been practicing here for a day, right?"

Near the sword-washing pool, several senior brothers and sisters from the Sword Sect were still discussing as before, but their eyes today were obviously very different from usual.

In the past, they had never seen Ren Pingsheng practicing his sword so hard, but today it had been a whole day from morning to evening. Did he really not want his life?

But when I think about yesterday, it was clear that he had won. In the end, Elder Qingmu gave Zhuo Yifan the qualification to enter the training tower. They would have gone crazy if they had done it, but then I thought, what can be done about this? Sword Sect

If you can't defeat the airbenders, there is no fairness in this world. Some people will be held high, while others are destined to be reduced to dust.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly there was a sound of thunder, and raindrops as big as beans fell down. The young man's sword continued to fall, and the rain became heavier and faster. The raindrops hit his sword, and instantly turned into mist and dispersed. Ren Pingsheng

The sword was drawn out faster and faster, and gradually, a hazy white mist appeared around him. As soon as the raindrops fell, they evaporated.

At this time, outside the valley, on a green cliff, an old man in purple clothes stood there motionless, with an increasingly serious expression on his face. He was Zang Feng, the chief elder of the Sword Sect. He saw that the young man had been practicing here for a day.

He couldn't help frowning at the sword. It was indeed a very exquisite sword technique, and even he had rarely seen it before. But why was the murderous intent on this sword getting stronger and heavier today? No, no...

"Boom!"

There was thunder in the sky, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the lightning pierced the valley, which made Ren Pingsheng's face look a little scary. There was a black air between his eyebrows, and his eyes became redder and redder, as if they were stained with blood.

At this moment, his whole body's internal energy surged, and he could no longer hold back his sword power. Every sword strike became stronger and stronger!

Finally, he saw the rain all over the sky, as if it had turned into the image of Prince Ning, and the image of Cangshan Basu massacring the Ren family that night.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were blood red, and he slashed around with sword after sword. The sword energy surged in all directions, cutting off the branches and leaves around him and causing them to fall. He was so frightened that the senior brothers and sisters at the sword washing pool hurriedly retreated outside.

"kill!"

With the last sword, Ren Pingsheng jumped up and stabbed out, but the sword flew out from his hand. With a "bang", the sky was full of gravels flying like hail, and the sword actually penetrated deeply into the opposite side of the cliff.

In the cliff, Ren Pingsheng also fell backwards and fell out. A mouthful of blood gushed out, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Junior brother!"

Shen Jingjing was shocked and jumped over immediately, but a figure flew to Ren Pingsheng before her, and quickly touched more than a dozen important acupuncture points on Ren Pingsheng's body with two fingers, which was exactly what she had just seen outside the valley.

Elder Zang Feng.

"Master! Junior brother, how is he?" Liu Er and Feng Shiyi also ran up anxiously, while the other senior brothers and sisters were whispering at the sword washing pool. In the past, they only saw him injured while practicing swordsmanship, but today he actually vomited blood. Just now

That sword is different from before. What is that frightening aura? It's so terrifying...

Elder Zangfeng frowned, looked at the unconscious young man, and finally said: "It's nothing, it's just excessive exercise, just rest for a few days." After saying that, he picked up Ren Shengsheng, tapped his feet gently, and

The figure flew out of the valley.

…

"Ping'er, Ping'er..."

In the dream, his mother gently called his nickname again, and he could only vaguely feel the memory of his childhood and his mother's tenderness in his memory.

"Mother, mother!"

Ren Pingsheng opened his hands vigorously, trying to hug his mother, but when he reached out, his mother's figure stepped back a foot. When he stretched out his hand, the mother stepped back another foot, and in the end became farther and farther away.

"Mom, don't go..."

He ran towards the other party with all his strength, but the faster he ran, the further away his mother's figure became from him, and the blurrier it became. In the end, he was left alone in a cold and dark dream.

.

He suddenly felt a few hot tears slipping from the corners of his eyes into his ears, sticky. He opened his eyes, but there was no trace of his mother. It was a dream...

"Are you feeling better?"

Seeing that he was awake, Elder Zang Feng spoke. Ren Pingsheng heard the sound and wanted to get up, but he couldn't move. Every time he moved, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if his limbs and bones were split.

"Don't move."

Elder Zangfeng held him down, and Ren Pingsheng had no choice but to lie back and stare blankly at the brocade on the curtain. His mind was blurry and he could no longer remember what happened that day.

"How long have I been asleep..."

"Three days."

"It turns out it's been so long..."

Ren Pingsheng thought that he just slept and had a dream. He dreamed that when he was a child, he and his mother were hiding in the yard. His mother suddenly disappeared. Then when he turned around, he saw blood and blood all over the floor of the palace.

Corpse.

Elder Zangfeng asked him: "Do you still remember what happened that day?"

Ren Pingsheng shook his head.

"Obsessed."

When Elder Zangfeng said these four words, the expression on his face became sterner than ever before: "You almost went crazy, do you know?"

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were still confused. It turned out that this was the obsession his father had mentioned before.

"Do you know what a demon is?" Elder Zangfeng asked again.

Ren Pingsheng still shook his head.

"Oh, that's all..."

Elder Zangfeng shook his head and sighed, thinking that he is a young boy who has only been in the inner sect for half a year. How can he know about demons and immortals? After a long time, he asked again: "Where do you live in your whole life?"

Xuanmen does not ask about one's origin, and Elder Zangfeng never asked him carefully in the past. Anyway, they were all disciples from all over the Xuan Dynasty. It was not until this incident happened that he began to doubt the young man's life experience.

Where do I live? Do I still have a home?

Ren Pingsheng asked himself this, he was the eldest son of King Jin of the Xuan Dynasty, but two years ago, King Ning framed his father for conspiring to rebel, and executed his entire family. That night, the eight demons under King Ning "Cangshan"

When "Basu" came to kill him, his father was seriously injured and tried his best to send him out, letting Uncle He take him to escape from Beihuang to Qixuan Sect. Here, no one knew his life experience, and no one knew that King Jin's eldest son was

His name is Ren Pingsheng.

"There is a small town outside Xuandu City." He finally said.

"Then who taught you your swordsmanship?" Elder Zangfeng asked next.

"My father... my father taught me this when I was a child." Ren Pingsheng's voice changed and he almost shed tears.

Elder Zangfeng was silent in silence, thinking that although all kinds of martial arts schools are flourishing in the world today, how could an ordinary martial arts family have such advanced swordsmanship? This young man is definitely not a child of an ordinary family. After a while, he asked again

: "Then parents...are they still there?"

The whole room suddenly became quiet, except for the cigarette smoke that drifted in from the incense burner by the window and lingered in front of the bed. Finally, Ren Pingsheng shook his head.

"well……"

Elder Zangfeng sighed softly and didn't want to ask any more questions. As for Ren Pingsheng's sword, he naturally inspected it carefully when he got it back. Except that it was sharper and tougher than ordinary swords, and there was a little cold light in the sword, there was nothing wrong with it.

Something strange.

Now he couldn't go too far and ask the young man some things, otherwise there would be no guarantee that people would misunderstand something. Now that the Sword Sect is in decline, he, a dignified elder of the sect, would not pry into what one of his disciples has learned. It would be easy to tell anyone about it.

Make people laugh.

"Master, is my junior brother awake?"

Outside, Shen Jingjing had been watching all day. When she saw her master walking out of the house, she immediately stepped forward to ask about her junior brother. Elder Zang Feng sighed softly: "I fell asleep again. It's nothing serious. I'll just rest for a few days."

At this point, he snorted coldly: "Dao Changfeng's disciple, I think he couldn't get out of bed for half a month. If your junior brother hadn't shown mercy that day, he would have queued up in front of the King of Hell's Palace to report!"

Obviously, Elder Zangfeng is also extremely dissatisfied with the matter of the Cultivation Valley, but he has nothing to do. As a small sword sect, what can he do to fight against the qi sect? How can he protect his disciple from being punished and continue to stay in the inner sect?

Thank God already, so why do you still dare to mention the cultivation tower?

Shen Jingjing also lowered her head and didn't know how to answer. After a while, she whispered: "It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of Junior Sister Liu'er, so she got into trouble..."

"What's your fault?"

Elder Zangfeng glanced at her, not saying that it was okay, but he became even more angry when he said: "Is that your fault? Is it Liu'er's fault? Is it his fault? It's because that disciple of Dao Changfeng is not good at studying. This is weird.

Who can win! You are not allowed to use swords in the sword competition, I think it is the most ridiculous thing in the world!" After saying that, he glanced into the room, as if he was afraid of waking up Ren Pingsheng again, then he rolled up his sleeves and left angrily, walking outside.

At that time, he turned back to Shen Jingjing and said, "By the way, Jingjing, I have something to do. You and your third junior brother should come to my room tonight." After saying that, he left.

Shen Jingjing looked at her master's leaving figure. She had rarely seen her master's expression of excitement just now. She also wondered why the master was so mysterious that he wanted her to go to the house with her third junior brother Jian Xuanfeng to talk behind closed doors tonight?

She suddenly remembered that day in the Cultivation Valley, that sword light seemed to fall on the Taoyuan Immortal Residence of the three sword-wielding elders. Fortunately, that aura calmed Qingmu that day, otherwise it would not have been so easy to take the junior brother away, and the master

Suddenly letting her and the third junior brother go over at this moment...could it have something to do with the sword light that day?
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