"This Ninth Hall Master has been confirmed to be one of the clones of the Black Spider, but which disciple of the Shenlong Sect is this guy?"
Ye Yun looked at the Ninth Hall Master quietly, his eyes twitching slightly as he kept looking at him.
The middle-aged man in front of him has a burly build, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a dignified appearance. This appearance is very common in the Shenlong Sect.
Therefore, it is difficult for Ye Yun to make a specific judgment based on his appearance.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
The Lord of the Ninth Hall smiled slightly, his eyes very soft.
"My name is Gu Anran. I wonder where you are, the master of the palace?"
Gu Anran smiled softly.
She has an indescribable feeling of intimacy towards the Lord of the Ninth Hall.
This kind of intimacy is like facing your own senior brother.
She liked this feeling very much.
"Gu Anran... Well, it has the feeling of being a woman and not outdone by men. It's a good name!"
The Ninth Palace Master smiled and murmured.
After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment on his face, and said sheepishly: "As for my name, I actually forgot it a long time ago. Later, when I came to the Divine Land, I named myself 'Cang' again.
Ming’s name!”
"oh!"
Gu Anran nodded.
Ye Yun's heart moved and he asked with a smile: "Palace Master, your name is very memorable. Could it be that it was taken from Cangnan Continent and the Black Underworld Spider?"
"Yes! You can't forget your roots as a person. After all, I came from Cangnan Continent, which used to be my hometown..."
Looking in a certain direction, Cang Ming showed a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Palace Master, do you still remember everything that happened in the past?"
Gu Anran walked closer, raised his hand and placed a restraint, covering her, Ye Yun and the other three, and asked with a mysterious face.
"The memory of the previous life seems to have completely disappeared. I can't remember anything..."
Cang Ming sighed, looking dejected.
"Then you are so pitiful. I do remember a little bit, so I found my senior brother..."
A feeling of sympathy arose in Gu Anran's heart. She suddenly grabbed Ye Yun's hand, looked at Cang Ming, and sighed: "Fortunately, I have senior brother, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come to the divine land!"
"Senior brother of yours can cultivate to the third level of True God Realm over there, so he should be a great talent!"
Cang Ming said with admiration.
His eyes flashed and suddenly fell on the sword behind Ye Yun.
The hilt of this sword gave him a familiar feeling.
"Can you show me this sword of yours?"
Cang Ming said in a deep voice.
"Can."
Ye Yun's heart moved and he took off the sword from his back and handed it to Cang Ming.
Cang Ming took it and pulled the sword out of its scabbard. When he saw the badly damaged sword body, his eyes froze and his body trembled slightly.
"This is... the sword I lost when I first entered the divine land. How did it fall into your hands?"
Cang Ming looked at Ye Yun and asked with burning eyes.
Before Ye Yun could speak, Gu Anran explained: "Palace Master, we bought this at a street stall in Yunxiao City!"
"Oh, so that's it."
Cang Ming murmured to himself, touching the blade of the sword with his hand, a look of affection in his eyes.
This sword has been with him since he could remember it. Later, he entered the divine land and experienced many battles, large and small, but was lost at the time of life and death.
at this time.
An uproar arose in Ye Yun's heart.
He stared at Cang Ming seriously and asked again: "Is this sword really yours, the master of the palace?"
"How could I, the master of this palace, lie? This sword came with me from Cangnan Continent and fought all the way to the north and south, so it was damaged so badly."
Cang Ming said loudly with a solemn face.
hiss!
Hearing this, Ye Yun took a deep breath.
There is at least a 50% chance that the ninth hall master of the Ten Thousand Demons Temple, Cang Ming, is his master.
There is another 50% chance that he may be a disciple of the Shenlong Sect.
but.
Ye Yun prefers the former.
The master never left his hand with this sword, and he must have held it in his hand when he experienced the catastrophe of the Shenlong Sect.
The probability of loss is extremely slim.
When he thought of this, even Ye Yun, who had a firm Taoist heart, became extremely excited at this moment.
One hundred thousand years ago.
When Ye Yun was still an infant, he was picked up by his master in the wild and brought back to the Shenlong Sect.
Later, the master trained him all the way to adulthood.
It can be said that the master treated him like a master and a father, and his kindness was as great as a mountain.
Of course.
Ye Yun did not travel through time before the baby was born, but when he traveled through time, he entered the body of the baby in the wild.
At that time, the baby's birth time should not be more than one month old.
At that time, Ye Yun was extremely weak because he did not have the blessing of Golden Finger and was a baby under one month old.
I was just lucky at that time and was not eaten by wild beasts.
In the dark night.
The mountain wind is strong and the temperature is very low.
When Ye Yun felt that he was about to freeze to death, his master appeared, picked him up from the ground, and brought him back to the Shenlong Sect.
From this day on, after this baby entered the Shenlong Sect, it established the glory of the Shenlong Sect.
His master trained a man who was unrivaled in the world.
There is no opponent in the entire Cangnan continent.
Any strong man in the eternal realm would tremble when he saw Ye Yun.
…
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Gu Anran felt Ye Yun's body trembling slightly and couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing, I just saw that the sword was returned to its original owner. Senior brother was happy for the Master of Cangming Hall..."
Ye Yun said with a smile.
In the depths of his eyes, a gleam of crystal tears flashed.
"This sword has lost its fate with me. Since you like it, I might as well give it to you!"
Cang Ming handed over the sword with both hands and said with a smile on his face.
The young man in white clothes in front of him gave him a good feeling.
Give him a sense of closeness like a spring breeze.
"Thank you very much...Master."
Ye Yun smiled softly, took the sword back, then took out the bronze treasure box and threw the White Dragon Sword into it.
A curious look appeared on Cang Ming's face.
Gu Anran explained from the side: "Palace Master, my senior brother is repairing this sword..."
"I see……"
Cang Ming nodded and continued to look at this simple and mysterious bronze treasure box.
This was the first time he had seen this kind of repair method.
"Senior brother, will the master of Cangming Palace be our master? Or another disciple of Shenlong Sect?"
Gu Anran suddenly heard a message and asked.
She remembered that when she bought the White Dragon Sword at a street stall, her senior brother told her about the origin of the sword.
"The Master of Cangming Palace has lost his memory. Just by looking at this sword, we cannot conclude that he is our master, but there is no doubt that he must be a disciple of the Shenlong Sect..."
Ye Yun thought for a while and replied via voice transmission.
Although he guessed that Cang Ming was most likely his master, he was not absolutely sure now and he did not want to give his junior sister a definite answer.
"Um!"
Gu Anran nodded, slightly disappointed.
While speaking, Ye Yun suddenly changed his expression and said with a smile: "It's been repaired."
Finished.
He opened the bronze treasure box and took out the White Dragon Sword.
The repaired White Dragon Sword is glowing with silver light, its aura is powerful, and its quality has returned to the highest level of imperial quality.
“What a fast repair!”
Cang Ming next to him saw the sword, and his face suddenly showed a look of shock.
What kind of box is this?
A broken sword, put in for such a short time, was repaired when it came out.