Xiao Ruoyu sat cross-legged among them, closing his eyes and saying nothing, as if he was traveling thousands of miles away. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sighed, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, in Qingcheng Mountain, a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in purple holds a long sword. He looks at the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty in front of him and slowly draws out the sword. There is a ray of light flying around the sword, and there is a faint talisman flashing on it.
The Taoist Sword of Supreme Principle, ranked sixth among the world's most famous swords, the Qingxiao Sword, the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain, is also the sword of the successive masters of Qingcheng Mountain. So standing in the Qiankun Hall at this moment is the most precious sword since the establishment of Qingcheng Mountain.
The young headmaster is also a legendary figure who is almost a god—Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen.
But at this moment, Zhao Yuzhen gently wiped Qingxiao, and the sword body flashed with purple light. For some reason, he sighed, put Qingxiao back into its sheath, and respectfully placed the sword in front of the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty. Zhao Yuzhen lowered his head.
, said in a low voice to the statue of the Patriarch: "Disciple Zhao Yu is really unfilial, come down the mountain today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty started to tremble, and almost the entire Qiankun Hall trembled. Zhao Yuzhen ignored it and just looked up at the swaying roof of the hall and smiled: "This Qiankun Hall has been knocked down twice.
It's really weak." He turned around, walked slowly to the door, and gently opened the door.
When Zhao Yuzhen opened the door, he saw four old men with white hair and white hair standing there, looking at him.
"Uncle Yin, everyone says that I am number one in the world in my studies, but I think my uncle is number one. Why do you guys block my way every time I think about going down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen tied his hands behind his back and looked at the leader with a smile.
old man.
The most senior old man in Qingcheng Mountain, Yin Changsong, who even called Lu Suzhen, the previous head coach, looked at the young head coach in front of him and pointed to the sky helplessly: "Why should I count whether you want to go down the mountain or not?"
I saw many birds flying from nowhere on the Qiankun Hall, neighing continuously around me.
"Uncle, I just stayed up in the mountains for a long time and wanted to go down the mountain to have a look," Zhao Yuzhen said with a faint smile.
Yin Changsong said seriously: "Yuzhen, do you really want to live up to your master and Qingcheng Mountain's hard work for you?"
"Uncle, I have left the Qingxiao Sword. I ask Uncle Yin to take over the position of master. When Feixuan grows up, I will teach it to him." Zhao Yuzhen slowly stepped out of the hall and shouted softly,
"Peach Blossom!"
I saw a bright red peach wood sword flying from nowhere, passing over the heads of the four heavenly masters, and landing in Zhao Yuzhen's hand. He stroked the sword body, with some tenderness in his eyes, and said softly
: "Taohua, let's go find her, okay?"
The red light on Taohua Jianjian suddenly surged, as if responding to his words.
"Even for the sake of my deceased senior brother, Yu Zhen, I can't let you go down the mountain," Yin Changsong said.
"Uncle, I just saw it." Zhao Yuzhen sighed.
Yin Changsong shook his head: "When you were involved in this matter, your future was not accurate, and your life could not be calculated. The head brother calculated it for you back then, and even King Jiangling and Jian Zheng worked together to calculate it for you."
"If you go down the mountain, you will die, right?" Zhao Yuzhen said.
Yin Changsong nodded with difficulty.
"But I'm different." Zhao Yuzhen took a step forward and said, "I am Zhao Yuzhen. I have never been in the world, but they all know my other name."
"Tao Sword Immortal!"
"Block the road!" Yin Changsong suddenly shouted loudly, and the four heavenly masters drew out the swords from their waists at the same time, and lined up in front of the main hall.
"Four Heavenly Masters, put away your swords, you can't stop him."
Zhao Yuzhen looked at the man in front of him and was stunned. Yin Changsong and the other three heavenly masters also turned their heads and looked behind.
"King Gangling!"
The person behind him is none other than Jiangling King Xiao Ruoyu!
The King of Jiangling seemed to appear out of thin air, without any breath. Yin Changsong's face straightened, he turned around and bent down slightly, clasping his fists and looking at Xiao Ruoyu.
"Congratulations to King Jiangling for entering the mysterious realm of divine travel."
"Master Tian, can you let me have a few words with Yu Zhen?" Xiao Ruoyu asked.
"I don't dare to use the word 'Celestial Master' in front of King Jiangling." Yin Changsong stood in a row with the three Celestial Masters.
Xiao Ruoyu took a step forward, like an immortal descending to earth, with his white clothes fluttering in the wind. With just one step, he was already in front of Zhao Yuzhen.
"Tianshi, I will advise Yu Zhen," Xiao Ruoyu looked at Yin Changsong and said.
Yin Changsong also heard the hidden meaning and said, "Thank you very much, King Jiangling." Then he retreated with the three heavenly masters.
"King Jiangling is also here to stop me from going down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen smiled bitterly.
Xiao Ruoyu shook his head, indicating that he had no such intention, and then said: "Yuzhen, I want to hear the future you see."
"The future I see is that we are all alive, not dead," Zhao Yuzhen said.
"Let's go, show me the scenery of Qingcheng Mountain. I can tell Luo Xia about it after I get back." Xiao Ruoyu turned around and walked down the mountain. Behind him, Zhao Yuzhen also walked side by side with Xiao Ruoyu.
Yin Changsong in the Qiankun Hall also sighed deeply when he saw this scene. At this time, a heavenly master next to him said: "Brother, this..."
"Let it be your fate," Yin Changsong said.
The two of them walked down the mountain step by step.
"Zhao Yuzhen, do you regret going down the mountain this time?" Xiao Ruoyu said.
"Yu Zhen has no regrets, it's just a journey," Zhao Yuzhen said with a smile.
"Hahaha" Xiao Ruoyu laughed when he heard this, stopped and looked at Zhao Yuzhen. Zhao Yuzhen also stopped when he saw this.
"Our eldest daughter has the same character, stubbornness! Follow Lei Meng to kill that bastard, and do whatever you want in your heart, even if you know it is extremely dangerous, you have to do it."
"So Zhao Yuzhen, I hope that my eldest daughter will be safe in this matter."
"Yu Zhen will definitely protect Han Yi from harm." Zhao Yuzhen responded to Xiao Ruoyu's words very seriously.
"I hope so." Xiao Ruoyu patted Zhao Yuzhen on the shoulder and walked down the mountain, "I am unqualified as a father, and Lei Mengsha is also unqualified, but I found a particularly qualified son-in-law for that bastard."
Xiao Ruoyu pointed to the road down the mountain and turned to look at Zhao Yuzhen: "From the steps under your feet, you will really go down the mountain."
Zhao Yuzhen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and said: "There is no need to persuade King Jiangling, Yuzhen's idea is a foregone conclusion from now on."
Then Xiao Ruoyu watched Zhao Yuzhen walking forward step by step. The birds in the sky screamed, and suddenly the clouds were thick and thunder was rolling. Zhao Yuzhen just walked down the mountain step by step. When the disciples around him saw him, they all knelt down on the ground.
.But when Zhao Yu was almost at the bottom of the mountain, two people suddenly stopped in front of him.
When Xiao Ruoyu saw this, he also smiled and looked at the scholar in front of Zhao Yuzhen, but when he saw the other little Taoist priest, he nodded repeatedly.
A scholar is Li Fansong, the successor of swordsmanship!
Another young Taoist priest is Feixuan, the successor of Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain!
"Uncle Master." Fei Xuan called softly.
"Master!" Li Fansong cried faintly.
"What? Even you two want to stop me?" Zhao Yuzhen said with a faint smile: "Are you looking for a fight?"
"If a disciple is not talented, he will block the master's path even if he dies." Li Fansong clenched the peach wood sword named "Drunken Song" and said loudly through gritted teeth.
Xiao Ruoyu, who was behind Zhao Yuzhen, looked at Li Fansong who was holding "Drunken Song", with a flash of light in his eyes. He took a step forward and appeared next to Zhao Yuzhen.
Li Fansong and Fei Xuan were also startled. Looking at the young man in white clothes in front of them, they also became wary.
"Young man, you have the momentum, but your hand holding the sword must not shake." Xiao Ruoyu said with a smile.
"Who are you?" Fei Xuan asked.
"You must know who Xiao Xiaohan is," Xiao Ruoyu said.
Fei Xuan and Li Fansong were both stunned: "You are the King of Jiangling!"
"I don't care if you are the real King of Jiangling or not, you can't take my master down the mountain," Li Fansong said through gritted teeth.
"Don't be presumptuous." Zhao Yuzhen took a step forward and was already behind the two of them. "I'm just going down the mountain, not seeking death."
Fei Xuan turned around and knelt down to Zhao Yuzhen: "Uncle Master, I heard what my ancestors said. At that time, Master Lu Suzhen once made a divination for Uncle Master. If Uncle Master does not come down from the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain will be prosperous for a hundred years. If Uncle Master comes down from the mountain...
…”
"Then we will fight to the death on the deserted beach and the blood will flow like a river." Zhao Yuzhen accepted with a smile.
"Master" Li Fansong also knelt down with all his strength.
"I don't understand Master's painstaking efforts. I only know that the calamity is in front of me. I can just lift the sword to break it. It's unjustifiable to hide in the mountains these past few years." Zhao Yuzhen sighed softly, and waved his hand to remove Li Fansong and Fei who were kneeling on the ground.
Xuan lifted it up and turned to look at Xiao Ruoyu, then at Li Fansong and Li Fansong in front of him.
"Based on your abilities, don't stop me. Fei Xuan, your great dragon elephant power has already achieved quite a lot, but the secrets of Taoism require seeing sentient beings. You will go down the mountain after three months, and you will not go up to Qingcheng Mountain for three years.
And the people behind me will be your best teachers.”
"Fansong, you and Fei Xuan went down the mountain together. You are destined to have two teachers. One is with me, and the fate is here. The other is hidden in the mountains and rivers. The swordsmanship of that teacher is not inferior to mine. And you will also
There is a senior sister, she is in Tianqi."
"Master." Li Fansong shook his head violently and wiped his tears: "I don't want another opportunity, I just want this opportunity from Master."
Xiao Ruoyu looked at Li Fansong and couldn't help but recall that night in Mingde's sixteenth year.
Kenshin Tomb.
On Jianxin Cliff, a young girl in red is hugging a woman in white gauze skirt in pain. Even if the woman in her arms closes her eyes and loses all life, she cannot stop her graceful grace.
World.
However, this woman in white dress and gauze skirt is none other than the deceased Li Xinyue!
"Mom, wake up, Han'er hasn't danced the sword for you yet, haven't seen Sister Hanyi get married yet, and you haven't even celebrated Han'er's birthday this year. How can you sleep through it?
."
No matter how Xiao Xiaohan shouted or the tears flowed out of her eyes, Li Xinyue in her arms would never wake up again.
"Mother, wake up, wake up, wake up, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo According
Xiao Ruoyu, who was standing aside, felt indescribably uncomfortable when he saw this scene.
At this time, Fei Xuan's "Uncle Master" awakened Xiao Ruoyu.
"Silly boy, I'm just going down the mountain, not to die. Why are you crying like this?" Zhao Yuzhen leaned down and stroked Feixuan's head.
Feixuan cried and said, "But what my uncle said were clearly his last words."
"Silly boy." Zhao Yuzhen stood up, looked into the distance, and said in a sad tone, "I just feel that it will be a long time before we leave this time, and it will be a long time before we meet again. I won't die, I am Zhao Yuzhen, and I can reach immortality in just one step.
People, no matter what the calamity, I am not afraid."
"Besides, there are some variables."
"Just a little change can't change the overall situation, Uncle Master," Fei Xuan said.
Zhao Yuzhen shook his head lightly and said nothing, while Li Fansong asked: "Then what is the destination of master's descent from the mountain this time."
"Where is that place? I haven't gone down the mountain for thirty years." Zhao Yuzhen pointed to the south bank, "I just saw the bamboo forest and the pavilion. They seemed very far away. I am about to go on my way."
"Master, have you entered the mysterious realm of divine movement?" Li Fansong was surprised.
"It seems that there is still one step left. The world is speechless, and the light is mysterious. I have left, and I will bring you a master wife back." Zhao Yuzhen turned around, dodged, and swept down the mountain.
"Your Majesty, Fansong and Feixuan are entrusted to you."
Listening to Zhao Yuzhen's shout, Xiao Ruoyu nodded, looked at the two people in front of him, and said: "Don't worry, everything has its own destiny, and there are too many variables."
"Dare I ask, who is the variable in King Jiangling?" Fei Xuan asked.
Xiao Ruoyu laughed loudly, took a step forward, and his figure loomed, "I am the variable in everything." After saying this, he disappeared.
"The day when master, disciple and others meet again" Li Fansong murmured to himself.
"It's okay, everything will be okay, who is my uncle, Dao Sword Immortal?" Fei Xuan choked.
Apocalypse.
Xiao Ruoyu, who was sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, slowly opened his eyes, stood up and sighed, walked out, looked up at the sun. He smiled faintly again, then turned around and walked towards the deep courtyard.
After walking along the path, Xiao Ruoyu came to an ancestral hall. When he looked at the long sword wrapped in purple broad cloth enshrined in the ancestral hall, his eyes became cold, and the surrounding temperature also dropped a lot.
"Tian Yuan, it's been a long time since you drank blood."
As soon as Xiao Ruoyu finished speaking, the long sword in the ancestral hall began to vibrate, and there were constant thunder sounds at the hilt, as if it was about to fly out at the next moment. But the next moment, a spell flashed on the purple cloth, suppressing the vibration.
"The whole Beili, the whole world, has been forgotten."
