The entire meeting hall fell silent for an instant, and silence enveloped the entire place.

After a while, someone slowly spoke: "I've seen the photos, and the Sword God's sword is already very powerful."

"But Pei Ling's sword is actually stronger than the Sword God!"

A young-looking Supreme Elder looked around and said: "Pei Ling majors in the art of swordsmanship, and his demonic power has become legendary.

"In this battle with the Sword God, Fang showed his foundation. The magical powers he originally used were all based on his knowledge of the sword. This is why he is a sword demon!"

Everyone else nodded, and a middle-aged Supreme Elder said solemnly: "The next person Pei Ling will challenge must be the Mountain Master."

"Four of the five sects of my righteous path have been defeated by him."

"The mountain master... must not lose this battle again!"

The young-looking Supreme Elder frowned and said: "This time the battle between the Sword God and Pei Ling is advanced. The mountain master is still in retreat, but he doesn't know if there is enough time...

Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in cloth and mango shoes immediately said: "This is the last battle of my righteous path. We must not rush into battle."

"If Pei Ling comes too quickly, let him wait for a few more days."

The middle-aged Supreme Elder nodded slightly and said, "When Pei Ling enters our realm of Jiuyi Mountain, he will be treated well.

"I can let him wait a little longer, but my righteous etiquette must not be lost."

Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Afterwards, a female Supreme Elder sighed slightly: "There is only so much we can do now."

"Next, let's wait for the mountain master to come out of seclusion."

Everyone was silent for a moment, all speechless, and soon dispersed silently...

※※※Hangan Sword Sect.

Enjoy the peaks with your heart.

This is a mountain with red leaves all over the mountain, and it is particularly bright and bright among the crowds of flowers.

There are clouds on the top of the peak, waterfalls hanging in the sky, auspicious beasts and birds roaming freely, and the wild scenery is full of wild scenery. From time to time, you can see the fierce sword light coming and going.

Mountain top.

Under several ancient pine trees that only a few people can hug together, there is a thatched house that has been built for an unknown number of years. It has a thick thatched roof, and the moss-covered ground in front of the house is covered with green and yellow pine needles.

The unique fragrance of pine wood, mixed with the coldness, slowly diffuses, and is clear and sweet, just like long-storage aging wine.

At this moment, in the thatched hut, the curtains were half-rolled and the window lattice was half-open, reflecting a slender figure.

Her black silk stockings are tied with a wooden hairpin inserted at an angle, and she wears a green robe and a white jacket without any rings. The plain skirt makes her appear more elegant, as if her face is covered with fresh snow. There is no vermilion powder on her face, but her eyebrows and eyelashes are like ink, and her eyes are like dots of lacquer.

Looking at it, it looks bright and bright, like a snow lotus that has bloomed undefeated for a long time in the long world.

The female cultivator's whole body has a cold aura, which is integrated with the strong wind on the mountain top, the ancient pines, and the thatched hut... just like the Gushe fairy who lives in the empty mountain, without any trace of smoke and fire.

At this moment, he was holding a flying sword as pure as clear water in his hand, but he was in a daze.

This is senior brother Wei Duanju’s natal sword, Gui Meng Sword!

It was a long time ago that Senior Brother Wei left Han An Sword Sect. After all these years, she still clearly remembers every word he ever said to her.

As time goes by, many people and things have been erased, but not only have they never faded away, but every bit of time spent with my senior brother has become more and more profound and vivid in the memories over and over again...

The poem "Return to the Dream" from afar is long, only the empty bed is the enemy of autumn. The moss and mangroves under the steps, the moonlight falling in the rain, the sorrow in the moon. This poem is the source of the name of the senior brother. [Note] That year, the senior brother climbed Qijian Mountain and was recognized by Feijian.

, all her fellow disciples congratulated her, and in excitement, the young girl took the initiative to name Feijian with her fashionable and chaotic feelings.

Senior Brother Wei didn't care about such things, and felt that the word "Gui Meng" was acceptable, so this natal sword that accompanied him from birth to death was called the Gui Meng Sword from then on. Because of this incident, Yan Sichun always felt that Senior Brother was very fond of him. , not necessarily ruthless...

He just wants to pursue the avenue more. Maybe he has never seen his own heart clearly, or he simply doesn't understand the style... In short, the monks have been there for a long time, and she has a lot of time to wait and wait...

However, who would have thought that after such a long time, after such a vicissitudes of life, things and people have changed, and after such a long wait, what comes back is only the opponent's sword...

Returning to a dream, returning to a dream... What I returned to was really just an illusory dream...

The wind is strong, the pine needles are falling like a sudden rain, thousands of green threads are lining the windows, and the rustling sound of the roof is very familiar, just like those rainy nights we passed together many years ago, or like those rainy days that we walked alone after the person left. , the sound of the wind coming from nowhere sounded like weeping, the light cyan blood vessels reflected the back of the plain white hands, Yan Sichun gently touched the body of Guimeng Sword, his eyes were in a trance.

The brilliance of the flying sword still exists, and its spirituality has not been exhausted. However, the spirit of the sword has been seriously eroded by the death energy of Yousu Tomb. If you want to awaken its spiritual wisdom, you must cultivate it carefully for a considerable period of time.

However, this is Senior Brother Wei's sword, and no matter what, she must restore it to its original state!

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from outside the hut.

Soon, a female cultivator dressed in gorgeous clothes and with golden rings in her hair walked in. Her bright eyes were as bright as stars, and sword intent lingered around her body. She walked vigorously. When she saw Yan Sichun, she immediately saluted respectfully and said: "Master, Elder Qi Taishang of Su Zhentian came, saying that he brought news about the battle between the sect leader and the demon cultivator Pei Ling. Listening to the disciple's words, Yan Sichun came back to her senses. She put away the flying sword, looked at the successor in front of her and asked Said: "The sect leader lost, right?"

The female cultivator was suddenly startled. Master already knew?

After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly came back to his senses and immediately replied: "Yes..."

"Elder Qi Taishang also said that the sect master is currently recovering from his injuries in the Five Color Valley, with the Queen of the Liuhu Dynasty protecting him.

Yan Sichun nodded slightly. If the sect leader won, he would return to the sect himself, and there would be no need for Su Zhentian's people to come to the Han An Sword Sect to report the news.

In this situation, the sect leader must have been defeated, and the sect leader’s injuries must be serious!

Thinking of this, she said slowly: "I understand, just go and practice."

The female cultivator immediately responded: "Yes!"

He immediately bowed and retreated.

The ancient pines were whistling and the chill was spreading. Yan Sichun stood up slowly. The leader of the Han An Sword Sect was seriously injured. To be on the safe side, she had to go to protect the law.

Although there was already a queen from the Liulu Dynasty in Wuse Valley, since Jian Zong knew about this, as the supreme elder, there was no way she would do nothing.

In addition, she also had to ask the sect master where Senior Brother Wei got his sword...

As his mind turned, Yan Sichun instantly turned into a sword light, which instantly penetrated the rain curtain of thousands of pine needles, swept across the sky, and escaped from Han An Sword Sect.

【Note】Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty] "Duanju".
Chapter completed!