When Juechen Sword Master's voice fell, the eyes of several Sword Masters present froze for a moment. Qiankun Sword Master frowned slightly. What does this mean?
"Juechen, do you think this is a good thing?" Qiankun Sword Master looked at Juechen Sword Master and said calmly.
"I didn't say that." Juechen Sword Master responded: "I just think that this matter may not be of no benefit to Chunqiu."
A deep meaning flashed in Chunyang Sword Master's eyes, and he vaguely understood Juechen Sword Master's thoughts. Spring and Autumn had been growing up under the protection of the sword pavilion, but it took decades to reach the imperial realm. The road to cultivation was smooth sailing.
He suffered some losses this time, but it was a lesson to him.
"I understand what you mean, but I'm afraid that Spring and Autumn will not let him go." Chunyang Sword Master was a little worried. He was very familiar with the character of his youngest son. He was very persistent. If something happened that he couldn't get over, he would probably
Always keep it in mind.
"It's better this way. It can inspire him to practice and become stronger." Juechen Sword Master smiled faintly: "Nowadays, they are called troubled times. The so-called troubled times are the era when heroes come together and the geniuses compete. Very few people can always
If he continues to win, it is not a bad thing for him to suffer some hardships at this time."
Wutian Sword Master and Void Sword Master nodded slightly. Apparently they agreed with Juechen Sword Master's point of view. Defeating many things is actually not a shameful thing. Moreover, Chunqiu was not considered a defeat. He just allowed the opponent to escape by chance.
That’s all.
As a generation of genius, you should have the mind to accommodate all rivers.
At this time, only Qiankun Sword Master frowned and remained silent, as if he did not quite agree with what Juechen Sword Master said.
Chunyang Sword Master glanced at him, and he knew very well in his heart that Qiankun Sword Master was the oldest among all the people in Jiange now, and he valued the face and honor of Jiange more than his own life. Such a thing happened.
Naturally, he was very angry and wanted to recover the face Jiange had lost. This was understandable.
"Although it is just a small matter, it is related to the face of Jiange, so we still need to do something." At this time, Chunyang Sword Master glanced at the saints and continued: "I want to send someone to Qin Mo and others.
Wherever people live, visit the Qin Demon in the name of Jiange."
After saying these words, the eyes of Qiankun Sword Master, Void Sword Master, Juechen Sword Master and others showed a gleam of light.
It's called a visit, but it's actually for the world to see. This seems to tell everyone that Jiange doesn't care about what happened before, and instead went to visit the Qin Demon, demonstrating Jiange's extraordinary magnanimity.
In this way, it will appear that the disciples of the piano demon are behaving rudely.
"In your opinion, who is more appropriate to send?" Chunyang Sword Master asked the saints.
"The person sent must have an extraordinary status and a high status in the sword pavilion." Juechen Sword Master said, a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said with a smile: "I have a suitable candidate in mind."
"Who is it?" Void Sword Master was a little curious. Chunyang Sword Master and others also looked at Juechen Sword Master, wanting to know who the candidate in his mind was.
"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell." Juechen Sword Master spit out a voice.
Everyone's gazes condensed, and their eyes brightened a little. Is Spring and Autumn gone?
"With Chun Qiu's character, I'm afraid he won't be willing to go." Qiankun Sword Master shook his head. He believed that others were going to go, but he didn't believe that Chun Qiu was going.
"Leave it to me, I'll go tell him." A mysterious smile appeared on Juechen Sword Master's face, as if he was confident.
Chunyang Sword Master looked at Juechen Sword Master with a look of surprise in his eyes. Are you so confident?
"Take a step first." Juechen Sword Master said to everyone, and then his body turned into a bright sword light and shot out of the palace, disappearing in an instant.
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It is located in a remote and quiet manor.
Four figures sat around a round stone table. The table was filled with fine wine, delicacies, delicacies, and hearty laughter from time to time. It was like friends reunited after not seeing each other for many years.
"We haven't seen each other for many years. Let's get drunk today. No one is allowed to leave unless we are drunk!" One of the old men in a dark robe stood up and said loudly.
His hair hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time and looked extremely slovenly and messy. However, he didn't seem to care at all. He just kept pouring wine into his mouth, his face turned red. Behind him, a jar of wine was casually thrown on the ground.
All are empty.
"Okay, old drunkard, you've drank dozens of bottles, haven't you had enough?" A handsome and elegant scholar next to him looked at the old man with disdain, as if he was disgusted.
"Are you kidding me? I am a great wine master. If I don't drink, can I still be called a master of wine?" The old man rolled his eyes at the middle-aged scribe, and then took another sip in his mouth. As if he was extremely happy, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly:
"Happy, I have good wine as my companion in this life, even if I die nine times, I still have no regrets!"
Seeing the old man's slightly crazy expression, the other three looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
Hundreds of years have passed, and he is still the same addicted to alcohol as before, and has not changed at all.
He really embodies the title of Master of Wine to the fullest.
"Teacher, I'm back."
At this time, a gentle and sweet voice came from outside the manor. It was obviously the voice of a woman. The voice arrived before anyone arrived.
Hearing the woman's voice, a middle-aged figure next to the stone table immediately raised his head, a gleam of light bloomed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "My good disciple is here!"
At this time, the other two people looked in the same direction at the same time. The drunken old man did not know when to put down the wine jar in his hand. He seemed to be a little more conscious and said to himself: "I actually accepted a female disciple. This
What a blessing!"
I saw an elegant figure wearing a plain dress walking into the manor. Her movements were light and beautiful, with a sweet smile on her face, which was very contagious. She looked like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world. Every move she made
There is an ultra-dusty aura everywhere.
When she noticed the wine jars behind the old man, the smile on her face suddenly solidified, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. She was indeed a wine master, and she lived up to her reputation.
Of course, she only dared to think about this in her heart and would never dare to say it to her face.
The people in front of her are all her elders, and they are all close friends of her master and have had life-long friendships.
"Rong'er, come here." A middle-aged figure waved to the woman.
The woman walked lightly, like an elf, and came to the middle-aged man. She called out affectionately: "Teacher."
"I have mentioned these three seniors to you many times before, and I came here specifically to see you this time." The middle-aged man looked at Ronger and said with a smile.
"Are you really here to see me?" Ronger took another look at the wine jars piled underground. I'm afraid she came here specifically to have a drink with someone.
"Rong'er, do you know who I am?" At this time, the elegant middle-aged scribe looked at Ronger with a smile and said, with a bit of fun in his eyes, as if he was deliberately teasing her.
Ronger's eyes turned to the middle-aged scribe, with a flash of brilliance in her beautiful eyes. This man looked gentle and elegant, giving people an approachable feeling. His expression also revealed a bit of fun and unrestrained temperament, which was somewhat similar to the teacher.
She guessed his identity instantly.
"The attainments of the Qin Dao in this world belong to the Qin Demon, and the Qin Sage is the highest. And my teacher is the Qin Sage, so the senior is undoubtedly the Qin Demon." Ronger smiled lightly, with a somewhat agile look in his eyes, as if something was wrong.
Nothing can escape her eyes.
Upon hearing Ronger's answer, the four people's eyes froze, and then they all laughed heartily.
In two or three simple sentences, he not only pointed out the identity of the other party, but also praised both the Qin Demon and the Qin Saint. This girl is really not simple!
The middle-aged scribe was Ximen Guyan, and Ronger's teacher was naturally Ling Luoru.
"Then maybe you can guess who I am?" A slender middle-aged figure looked at Ronger and asked. Ximen Guyan's temperament was so obvious that it was not difficult to guess, but he wanted to guess his
Identity is not simple.
However, Rong'er just glanced at him, and a bright light suddenly appeared in her eyes, saying: "When I was practicing next to my teacher, I often heard a name from his mouth, Qingyun Sword Saint, who can crush everything with a Qingyun Moon Sword.
No one in the heavens can stop me, Rong'er has long admired the sword skills of her predecessors, and today she finally saw it!"
"This..." The middle-aged man was stunned, and then asked Ling Lueye: "Have you shown her my appearance a long time ago?"
"You're thinking too much." Ling Luoru rolled his eyes at him. With his appearance, what's so good about him?
"You girl are so discerning, you are more than a hundred times better than your teacher!" Qingyun Sword Saint praised him unabashedly, and when he said it, he deliberately glared at Ling Rui, but Ling Rui didn't care and praised him.
His disciples made him happier than praising him.
Ronger looked at the remaining drunken old man again, with a sly look in her eyes: "You don't need me to tell you the identity of your senior, right?"
"No need." The wine master waved his hands and said. He was very self-aware. With his appearance, he knew his identity without guessing.
"Rong'er has met Senior Jiu Xian here." Although she didn't have to guess his identity, she still bowed to Jiu Xian very obediently to show respect.
"Rong'er, have you met any interesting people these days when you have been out practicing?" Ling Luoru looked at Ron'er and asked.
"Interesting person?" Ronger was stunned for a moment, and then the scene in the teahouse appeared in her mind. She blinked, covered her mouth and chuckled, "I did meet someone."
"Oh?" Ling Luo Ri thought Rong'er would say no, so he suddenly became more interested and asked, "Which faction is he a disciple of? Let me know."
"I think several seniors have heard of his name, and maybe they are familiar with him." Ronger deliberately played it off and did not directly say who that person was.
"We are familiar?" Ximen Guyan raised his eyebrows and his eyes became a little strange. He thought of a person for no reason. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
However, whatever came to mind came, and the next moment Ronger's eyes turned to Ximen Guyan, a bright smile bloomed on that delicate and pure face.
When Ximen Guyan saw this smile, he immediately understood that he was really that boy!