Li Hanxue said: "Wen Xin, now Uncle Li will give you a heavy responsibility."
"What kind of burden?" Jian Wenxin's heart was shaken.
Li Hanxue said: "Now I ask you to bring the Burial Sword Pavilion back to the Nebula Continent, manage the many small sects and sects throughout the Nebula Continent for me, and maintain the stability of the Nebula Continent. Can you do it?"
When Jian Wenxin heard this, his thoughts changed rapidly. Li Hanxue gave him such a good job, which was something that many people could only dream of. The Burial Sword Pavilion still retains a deep heritage, and Jian Wenxin's own strength has also reached the supreme level.
, if there is still Li Hanxue supporting him, then the Burial Sword Pavilion will definitely be the number one sect in the world from now on, and can walk sideways on the Nebula Continent.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as Jian Wenxin nods and agrees, the future prosperity of Sword Burial Pavilion can be imagined.
But Jian Wenxin was hesitant.
Li Hanxue said: "What's wrong? Does this matter make you feel embarrassed?"
Jian Wenxin said slowly: "Uncle Li, aren't you the master of Longmen and Dayu Tiangong? Why not let Longmen and Dayu Tiangong be in charge of the stability and order of Nebula Continent, but let Burial Sword Pavilion take charge of the overall situation?"
Li Hanxue said: "Longmen and Dayu Tiangong have been brought to the world of reincarnation by Xiaoya, and it is impossible to return to Nebula Continent in a short time."
"Xiaoya..." Jian Wen said in shock, "I heard my mother say that it belongs to Uncle Li..."
Li Hanxue nodded and said: "Yes, Xiaoya is my unmarried wife. She died at the hands of Songde Tianjun, but was resurrected by a senior. Let's not mention these things for the time being. Please consider what I said first.
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Jian Wen thought for a while and finally made a decision: "Uncle Li, before the return of Longmen, the Burial Sword Pavilion will govern Nebula Continent. After Longmen and Dayu Tiangong return to Nebula Continent, everything will return to the control of Longmen and Dayu Tiangong.
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"It turns out that this child is actually thinking about this kind of thing." Li Hanxue couldn't help but sigh to herself. Power and status can create barriers between people, even those who are close to them.
The reason for Jian Wenxin's hesitation was not for anything else, but because he was worried that after Burying Sword Pavilion took over the world, he would usurp imperial power and threaten the future status of Dayu Tiangong and Longmen, so he did not rush to agree.
If he didn't have such concerns, Jian Wenxin would have agreed long ago.
Li Hanxue said: "Well, since you have this intention, before the return of Dayu Heavenly Palace, Burial Sword Pavilion will take over the leadership of the sects in the world. Ask your heart, you don't have to tie your hands and feet, just go ahead and do it. As long as your heart belongs to the human race and Nebula
From Mainland China, I will support you in everything you do."
"Thank you, Uncle Li." Jian Wen said happily. With Li Hanxue's words, he felt much more at ease.
Although Jian Wufeng and Li Hanxue had a fatal confrontation, Jian Wenxin was not Li Hanxue's newborn son after all. He was in charge of the vast continent of Nebula Continent, and there were too many causes and effects involved.
Maybe Li Hanxue won't care too much, but there will always be things that accidentally touch Li Hanxue's core interests. Jian Wenxin also understands that the more power he has, the more he has to walk on thin ice and be cautious in everything, otherwise it may happen at any time.
It will offend the king's authority.
Li Hanxue said: "Wen Xin, you should go back to Beiwu Realm first and bring Qing Luo and the others back."
"Where should I go to find Uncle Li then?" Jian Wenxin asked.
Li Hanxue said: "I will practice in the Western King Realm. If there is nothing particularly important,
Qing, don't come to the Western King Realm to find me. You have to find a way to solve the matter on the Nebula Continent by yourself."
Jian Wen couldn't help but feel his heart sink: "Uncle Li, I..."
Li Hanxue said: "Don't worry, after Burial Sword Pavilion returns to Nebula Continent, it will be blessed by strong luck. This is the will of heaven. You only need to do your own thing well, and you will be safe."
Jian Wenxin nodded.
"Go ahead."
"yes."
"Remember to say hello to your mother for me."
"I know Uncle Li."
After Jian Wenxin left the Nebula Continent, he spent three days returning to his secluded place in the Beiwu Realm. It was an extremely remote and desolate country with yellow sand and no grass growing there. It was impossible for Tianjun to survive here.
Even Tianjun feels extremely depressed and uncomfortable living here. The energy and vitality between heaven and earth is too scarce, and he has been unable to make ends meet for a long time. As time goes by, the cultivation level of a strong person at Tianjun level will also decrease.
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But they have no choice. If they don't hide in this desolate place, they will be hunted down by countless masters of the Imperial Alliance.
"Mom...I'm back!"
"The Pavilion Master is back!"
"The Pavilion Master is back!"
This time Jian Wenxin went to Nebula Continent originally to explore the situation in Nebula Continent and see if Murong Ling had left Nebula Continent. At first Qingluo was very opposed to it, but after Jian Wenxin's repeated insistence, she had no choice but to let Jian Wenxin
Head to Nebula Continent.
Seeing that her son had returned safely, Qing Luo ran out of the house excitedly. Looking at Jian Wenxin landing from the sky, a smile finally appeared on her face.
"It's good to be back." Qingluo still looks the same, her pretty face is even a little childish, but her eyes make people feel the vicissitudes and weight of the years. No one will regard her as a young girl.
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"Mom, I want to tell you some good news." Jian Wenxin grabbed Qingluo's arm with both hands, his face filled with excitement and ecstasy, and he jumped and said, like a child.
Many sword masters of the Burial Sword Pavilion stood beside them. Ever since Jian Wenxin became the master of the Burial Sword Pavilion, they had never seen Jian Wenxin so out of his mind again.
"Looking at your excitement, what's the good news?" Qing Luo smiled helplessly.
Jian Wen thought: "Murong Ling is dead!"
"What? Murong Ling is dead?"
"Yes, the person who killed Murong Ling was Uncle Li!"
"Li Hanxue is really back?"
"Yes, it is true that Da Kong came from behind. Uncle Li really defeated Murong Ling and came from behind."
Many sword masters in the Burial Sword Pavilion were in high spirits.
"Great, with Murong Ling's death, our Burial Sword Pavilion can finally return to Nebula Continent!"
"Yes, given the friendship between the former Pavilion Master and Li Hanxue, there is no way he would not let us return to Nebula Continent."
"The dark days are finally over!"
Qing Luo asked: "Have you seen Li Hanxue?"
"Yes, I met Uncle Li when I went to Tianwuzong." Jian Wen said in his heart, "Now Nebula Continent is under Uncle Li's rule, and the Human Emperor was also killed by Uncle Li in that battle."
"The Human Emperor is also dead..." Qing Luo felt a little complicated, "How did he die?"
"How do I know this? I have to ask Uncle Li in person." Jian Wenxin
road.
"What else did Li Hanxue say to you?" Qing Luo asked.
Jian Wen thought: "Uncle Li said, let me take the Burial Sword Pavilion back to Nebula Continent, lead Nebula Continent, and be the leader of the world!"
All the senior officials of Burial Sword Pavilion were a little unbelievable when they heard this.
"Pavilion Master, is this true?"
"Of course it's true." Jian Wen thought to himself, "Uncle Li said it himself."
Qing Luo frowned and said, "Wen Xin, you didn't agree immediately, did you?"
Jian Wen said in his heart: "Mother, I know all these things. I said that our Burial Sword Pavilion will rule the Nebula Continent on our behalf. In the future, this power will still be returned to Longmen and Dayu Tiangong."
Qing Luo said: "That's right. And...even if our Burial Sword Pavilion really gets the fortune of heaven and earth in the future, you can't take these fortunes as your own, let alone use these fortunes to enhance your cultivation and break through the realm, you understand.
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"Why?" Jian Wenxin asked puzzledly, "Uncle Li told me to let me go and do it freely. I don't think Uncle Li will care about the fortune of Nebula Continent."
Qingluo said: "Li Hanxue doesn't care about it, but some people do. And by seizing the fortune of the world and strengthening his own cultivation, this is actually competing for Li Hanxue's fortune. Once Burial Sword Pavilion gains power in the future and wins the heart of the world, it will be the end of Burial Sword Pavilion."
start!"
After hearing Qing Luo's words, Jian Wenxin's face became extremely solemn, and he said: "Mom, I know a little bit about Uncle Li's character. He shouldn't treat us like that."
Qing Luo said: "No matter whether Li Hanxue is that kind of person or not, he is doing this to preserve the Burial Sword Pavilion. Wen Xin, you must always remember that the world is always the emperor's world, not the Burial Sword Pavilion's world."
Jian Wenxin nodded and said, "I will keep it in mind."
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After Li Hanxue watched Jian Wenxin leave, he also got up and left Tianwuzong, and then went directly to the West King Realm. After Murong Ling's death, the West King Realm was frozen into a metal Taoist Tower by Tianji magical power, and everything around it returned to its original state.
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Everyone seemed to have had a long dream, and when they woke up they couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
Li Hanxue did not go to the Taoist Pagoda, but went to the Killing Valley, where Zhou Yuchen stayed.
Li Hanxue stood high in the sky above the Killing Valley, watching Zhou Yuchen at the bottom of the valley from a distance. He saw her sitting on the grass, staring at a red and white flower, in a daze.
She no longer abused herself as crazily as before, but there was no sparkle in her eyes, like a ruthless puppet.
A blue bird flew over her head, then circled down and stood on her shoulder. Its dripping black eyes looked at Zhou Yuchen's face, and after pecking the messy white hair, it became clear again.
Flying away without interest.
Zhou Yuchen's eyes stared at the blue bird flying away, and he couldn't help showing a trace of sadness, as if he was begging the blue bird not to leave.
She just watched it quietly like this, watching it leave. She really wanted to keep this bluebird, but she couldn't muster up the courage no matter what. She spent all her life's efforts, and all she could do was to use her courage.
It turned into a confession that was held in the mouth, but as soon as it was said, it was flinched because of fear of being hurt.
Yes, she was always so sensitive, sentimental, and self-pitying. Just like her lifelong pursuit of Li Hanxue, the passion in her heart always turned into humble pleading, so no matter what she did, it was like begging for alms.