Duan Mo sneered, "Oh? I didn't realize that Master, you still respect and fear Sword Master Yu?
Everyone in the world admires the sword master Yu as a noble and aloof gentleman, who never pays attention to the conspiracy and calculations of petty people in the world. It turns out that the master's view is the same as that of everyone in the world.
You said that Sword Master Yu is not such a person, but it is always true that the disciples of Tianxi who went to the Immortal Killing Platform to carry eight thousand warriors.
History can be covered up, but it will not change the truth. After the Zhaohe crossing failed, all eight thousand warriors died in the battle.
Only the Tianxi disciples who were supposed to be guarding the Yuntai were nowhere to be seen.
In order to erase the past, the Tianxi Sword Sect hid those eight hundred disciples so deeply that for so many years, the world only knew that the battle at Yuling Pass was all attributed to Tianxi."
"It's not about admiration and fear."
Bai Lian turned around and glanced at Duan Mo, his gloomy eyes returning to normal.
He said calmly: "It's just that I still have some understanding of your demonic methods."
"Sword Master Yu is a rigid and stubborn man who adheres to rules. He has always regarded laws and regulations as his destiny, and he values the reputation and glory of the Tianxi Sword Sect more than anything else.
If he wanted to fulfill the great righteousness of the world, he would give up anything, let alone the hundreds of Tianxi disciples who followed his orders.
If he really had an alliance with tens of thousands of people, and he gave up eight thousand warriors, Yao Yu, why he couldn't bear to part with those hundreds of disciples? For the sake of the immediate benefit, and with all the infamy, do you think Sword Master Yu's magnanimity?
Is this the only way it can be limited?”
"Since I joined the Tianxi Sword Sect, I have always disagreed with Sword Master Yu's behavior.
He is too cold-hearted and ruthless, arrogant and arrogant, and does not know how to adapt to death. But I have never felt that he is an irresponsible person in the face of justice."
Duan Mo sighed: "It seems that you know your father very well and trust your father very much.
Also, in front of all his children, he will always feel that his father is selfless and great.
But he is really the responsible person you say, so why didn’t he reveal your identity to the world after he and the eldest princess gave birth to you?
He even claimed to the outside world that the eldest princess of Qin has always been his old friend and close relative, and he has never thought of giving her a title."
Seeing his innocence, Duan Mo's eyes became more sarcastic:
"Do you think what Sword Master Yu did was just abandon those eight thousand warriors? No! What he really broke was the path of martial arts for the common people!
The master thinks that Haonong really wants to argue with him about right and wrong? The journey of thousands of people to disciple martial arts practice has always been troubled.
They know that what they are walking on is a difficult road, and they have already taken life and death extremely lightly.
In the final analysis, insisting on practicing and seeking the land is nothing more than inheriting the future and becoming famous all over the world.
In the battle of Yuling Pass that year, Mo Zong Zhaohe failed to break through, officially starting the era of the rise of the righteous path.
Two hundred years later, the righteous path won a great victory. The world only knows the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, Cangwu Shizang Palace, and Taixuan Nine Classics, but who remembers the eight thousand warriors who died unknown.
The human heart cannot remember the merits of those unknown in history, but the way of heaven is clear and has its own ruler to measure the merits, good and evil in the world.
When the three sects of the Heavenly Dao are conferred, there should actually be a quota for ten thousand people. If ten thousand people submit their sect names and genealogies to the Immortal Lord of the Heavenly Dao, they will be able to receive the destiny of Heaven and establish the Yiwu Dao."
"However, before the name card sent by thousands of people was sent to heaven for hearing, it was ridiculous that it was intercepted and rejected by the master of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
As a result, the remaining disciples, who should have enjoyed infinite glory, missed the opportunity and failed to receive the imperial edict from the Immortal Lord. This became a life-changing event.
So far, martial arts has declined, and the Righteous Immortal Sect has suppressed and despised practitioners of martial arts in the past hundred years.
It is absurd to say that the heroic sacrifices of our ancestors not only failed to bring good fortune to their descendants, but also squandered the sect's opportunities.
This forces the remaining disciples of Haonong's faction to live in the demon world and experience all kinds of sorrow and suffering in the world. The master feels that shouldn't Haonong and his followers avenge this bloody feud?"
Bai Lian glanced at him, and faced Duan Mo's voice asking questions, he said very calmly: "Is this what Xian Xin told you?"
Duan Mo was stunned.
Bailian exhaled slowly and gradually calmed down as Duan Mo narrated.
"Since you have offered a soul sacrifice and recognized me as your master, you cannot lie to me. You keep saying that the battle at Yuling Pass was a tragedy caused by the Tianxi Sword Sect's betrayal of faith and abandonment of eight thousand warriors.
This means that there is only so much truth you know."
Duan Mo seemed amused: "Don't you still have expectations for your father? Don't forget, you and Ying Xiu are in Jiange, and he, as a father, can ignore it.
How do you think he can be lenient towards those eldest sons? These people who hold power from a high position have always only shared interests, and those strict laws and regulations are just for the world to hear."
Balian also laughed: "Don't forget how Burial Heart led you into the Sword Pavilion.
The chess pieces in his hand are always half-truths and half-falsities, and the trump cards and stories he can let you see are what he wants you to see.
It’s not that I trust Sword Master Yu, but that he is even less trustworthy than Burial Heart.”
Duanmo was speechless for a moment.
Bailian raised his finger and pointed at Tianshan Mountain, saying: "Haonong, as a disciple of tens of thousands of people, hates the demons much more than the Tianxi Sword Sect.
But look, if it weren’t for this wonderful story you told me, why would he use it to bury his heart?”
As Duan Mo's expression became more exciting, the chill down his spine became more and more terrifying.
If it is true as what Balian said, then how terrifying is this person's ability to play with people's minds.
Balian continued: "Don't you find it strange? Seven hundred years ago, the war between good and evil did not end.
The leader of the Demon Sect, Zhao He, only failed to break through the realm but did not fall. Even if he did not enter the realm of Tongmeng, he was still a terrifying demon cultivator in the Thousand Tribulations realm.
He must have hated his sect so deeply that thousands of his disciples had done such bad things to him, so why didn't he vent his anger by killing the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled.
After all, this was just a trivial matter for the Demon Sect back then."
Duan Mo opened his eyes wide: "You mean..."
Bai Lian raised the corner of his eyes and looked coldly: "Burning Heart is the best at burying chess seeds. As far as I know, Youguilang is a secret seed he buried three thousand years ago. It's only seven hundred years, not too long.
."
Duan Mo opened his mouth, but could no longer speak.
He believed that he could stand out from the Langya Demon Sect and become the leader of the sect. His mind and ambition were both the best.
But after having a detailed conversation with this young man today, I found that I was like an ignorant child in front of him.
That Burial Heart is an old fox who has lived for who knows how many years, and his thoughts are still understandable.
But this young brat was able to see through every step of the secret chess game that buried the heart. With extremely limited conditions at his disposal, he was able to deduce the hidden truth of the terrible thing in just a few words.
Bai Lian summoned the Qiu Shui Sword, gave a light sound, and said: "If you have any doubts, you might as well go up the mountain with me and have a look. If I guessed correctly, I am afraid that I am already in the Tianshan Mountains..."
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Two of the thirteen soul cords of Tianxi have been severed.
Originally, only the majestic outline of Jianshan Mountain could be seen in the distance between the sky and clouds, but it has sunk under the clouds.
The sometimes broken mountain is surrounded by luck and does not fall, as if it is lifted up by a special force.
The sky is dim, the fallen snow is shining, and a branch of winter plum stretches out from outside the house wall, quivering like a pistil in the wind.
Ning Feiyan leaned against the side of the pavilion, her hair on her temples gently blowing in the wind and snow. She slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be a glint of broken jade in her naturally tender and affectionate eyes.
In the night in front of the building railing, a light silver light suddenly flashed across, shining like a crystal shadow.
The ice crystal-like light flakes are like dust, and they look eerily beautiful in the dim and desolate night.
Ning Feiyan raised her arms, and her snow-colored sleeves wrapped with blue and white flowers danced endlessly in the cold wind and snow on the hunting night.
The light silver light turned into a crystal butterfly and landed on her fingertips.
The butterfly wings like mercury moonlight fluttered and fluttered, and suddenly a wisp of crimson fire ignited.
Ning Feiyan lowered her eyebrows, as if a faint wisp of fire was reflected in her pupils in the night, and the ends of her eyes slightly curved with a meaningful smile.
"You are not allowed to enter the Tianshan Sword Tomb without the order of the sect master. The Lord Yushou used a secret method to test the Tianshan Sword Tomb, but he broke the sect master's rules."
The attic of Linyuan was quiet and deep, and suddenly there came a clear and beautiful voice, like warm wine pouring down the throat, gentle and soft.
The silver butterfly on Ning Feiyan's fingertips immediately turned away with the wind and sand, and she looked sideways at Her Royal Highness the Princess who was riding the wind through the snow.
She was dressed in a snow cloak, with beautiful eyes and red makeup, and the jade trees stood tall. She really looked as fragrant as a peony.
But there was a trace of scrutiny in her eyes when she looked at Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan looked back, smiled, and said, "I don't understand what Her Royal Highness the Princess is saying."
She did not retract her raised fingers, but between them enchantingly, there was another silver butterfly lingering around, making her hand bones become more slender and graceful.
She pretended to look at Zhao Wenjun in surprise, but the corners of her lips were raised: "Or can Her Royal Highness the Princess see this beautiful butterfly on my fingertips?"
Zhao Wenjun narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed.
In the desolate and distant wind, a wisp of murderous intention suddenly appeared.
Ning Feiyan pretended not to notice and continued to play with the butterflies on her fingertips.
She chuckled and said: "This silver butterfly was transformed by my spiritual power. Those who are not familiar with cultivation and have no spiritual roots will be ignored."
Zhao Wenjun folded his hands in front of his belly and maintained an upright manner: "I can't see you, but that doesn't mean that my black armored man can't see you."
A dead soldier wearing heavy black armor followed her like a shadow, carrying a heavy sword behind him, full of murderous intent!
Ning Feiyan chuckled and said: "These four armors of black, gold, red and purple are all from the Tianxi Sword Sect, although they were given to you by my brother Yu'er.
But I am the eldest sister of Tian Xi, the head of the sword, so why...are you going to take action against me?"
The black armored soldier who was kneeling on the ground stood up solemnly. The dark runes with unclear meanings on the dark black armor lit up inch by inch, and his murderous intent became more intense.
Instead of being afraid, Ning Feiyan raised her thumbs up and praised the eldest princess with a smile:
"Excellent skill, look at this posture, let alone me, even my stupid brother here, under the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess, I'm afraid he won't be able to contain his murderous intention, right?
I admire you for being able to make the swordsman of Loyalty and Tianxi your own savior, you are really not an easy person."
Two lightning-like gazes burst out from under the black armored mask. The sword behind her was unsheathed, rising like a mountain. The air surrounding her was affected by her energy, and instantly rolled up like a storm!
The powerful spiritual power of heaven and earth merged with the runes on her armor to form a mysterious and killing force.
The dazzling spiritual energy merged into the great sword, and a very thin silver line quickly flowed between the simple and heavy sword body.
Holding the sword in both hands, she moved like she was chopping the sky and the mountains. The building behind Ning Feiyan suddenly collapsed into ruins.
Ning Feiyan, who sensed the power of this sword, guessed that the opponent had used all his strength.
She sighed softly, although there were many ways to escape from this sword without revealing her identity.
But facing an opponent like the eldest princess, she had no patience to continue dealing with her.
Fireflies gathered in the palm of my hand, and the Yanhuo Demon Sword appeared in response to my heart. The long and narrow blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, glowed crimson in the night.
There was a pitiful cracking sound, and the heavy sword in the black armored man's hand was shattered like a mirror. The armor on his face was cracked like a spider web, and a piece of light falling snow stained the armor.
The armor suddenly shattered, and what emerged from the miserable wind and snow was a beautiful and beautiful woman's face.
The blade of the demon knife in Ning Feiyan's hand was close to the side of her neck, but it failed to cut open her head.
Just because behind the black armored man, a beautiful jade hand as white as porcelain held the front end of the demon knife. The slender and beautiful woman's skin was as smooth as gelatin, and she didn't have a single scratch when she came into contact with the cold sharp weapon.
The eldest princess Zhao Wenjun smiled lightly: "Isn't this the Fire Demon Sword of Beiyuan Forest?"
Ning Feiyan smiled lightly, as if the instant killing just now was an illusion:
"This sword is the result of the fusion of the cursed fire of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor in the demon world and the spiritual veins of half of Beiyuan. It can cut off all things, and ordinary monks dare not deceive them.
Only the tribulation monks with fire attribute spiritual roots have extremely obvious resistance to this demonic sword."
After a simple but fatal and dangerous confrontation, the two men successfully discovered each other's identities and secrets.
The eldest princess glanced down at the sword and said softly: "Should I honor you as Lord Yishou like in the past, or should I call you Lord Sihe?"
Ning Feiyan relaxed her hand, and the demon sword turned into crimson sparks, melted into her palm and disappeared.
She raised her eyes and smiled, her smile was alluring and enchanting: "I like to deal with people who hide secrets the most."
The eldest princess Zhao Wenjun gently patted the black armored man on the shoulder.
The black armored soldier A Zhao, who was covered in cold sweat, stood behind her very obediently, silently.
Zhao Wenjun and Ning Feiyan looked at each other. She chuckled and said, "Master Sihe's soul poison technique is superb, which saved me a lot of trouble."
Ning Feiyan's eyebrows were beautiful, and she looked at her seductively with a pair of lover's eyes: "What? It turns out that Her Royal Highness the Princess is also interested in the flaming essence of the Tianshan Sword Tomb?"
Zhao Wenjun lowered his eyes and murmured: "The flame marrow is a rare thing in the realm of the upper world. It is definitely not found in the human world. I originally thought that the flame marrow hidden in the sword tomb was just a rumor, but I never thought it was true..." Like
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