The north wind moves south.

The morning mist was torn apart by a faint golden light.

The remaining few remaining clouds lingered on the Hanhai Peak for a long time, but eventually disappeared between heaven and earth.

There is a quiet area on the lonely peak.

A small tree stretched out from the cracks on the side.

It looks like a sword inserted into the depths.

Chu Xiaolian stood at the top of the peak, his sword was still at his waist, but his sword intent had merged into the wind.

Those sword intents are extremely small.

Like tiny particles of dust floating in the air.

Falling on the ground.

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and fine cracks spread out like spider webs.

The tree trembled slightly.

The leaves that were not many fell down.

Before he could fall into the clouds, he was torn to pieces again.

There was a sudden feeling of loneliness and coldness between heaven and earth.

"Good sword technique!"

The sound came with this lonely and cold breath.

There was no wind on the cliff, but Chu Xiaolian felt a hint of chill.

He looked at the person coming with a calm expression: "It turns out that it is Tai Cang Holy Lord, you are polite!"

He said politely, but he did not act like politely.

Jiang Xuanyu stared into his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and said, "You look very similar to him."

Chu Xiaolian had a expressionless face: "Who is the Holy Lord talking about?"

Jiang Xuanyu said, "Haoran Sword Saint, my senior brother!"

Chu Xiaolian said, "I have heard of that senior's name and respect it very much. It turns out that he is your senior brother, the Holy Lord?"

Jiang Xuanyu looked at him.

Chu Xiaolian looked at each other, his eyes wide open and his expression was a little innocent.

Jiang Xuanyu suddenly said, "Don't you know him?"

Chu Xiaolian said frankly: "Of course I know you."

He paused and said, "But he doesn't know me! How can I get to know you when you wait for a generation of sword saints?"

As he said this, a wry smile and self-deprecating appeared on his face.

Jiang Xuanyu still had no expression on his face.

He said, "Your sword is very similar to him! I thought you were his successor..."

Chu Xiaolian said regretfully: "If this is really the case! It's a pity that I only found a sword scripture in a cave when I was traveling for a while, so I had the luck now..."

"Cave?"

Jiang Xuanyu's face finally changed a little, and his brows frowned slightly: "Where is the cave?"

Chu Xiaolian randomly made up a place name.

Jiang Xuanyu was silent again.

Chu Xiaolian glanced at him and suddenly said, "Maybe the sword scripture I have obtained is the inheritance left by your senior brother!"

He looked a little excited in his eyes: "I wonder if you can recommend it to me for me?"

Jiang Xuanyu looked at him and said, "He is dead!"

Chu Xiaolian's pupils shrank slightly, but his heart was as calm as Han Jiang at this moment: "Die? How could he die?"

Jiang Xuanyu had a blank expression on his face: "I killed him!"

Chu Xiaolian opened his mouth and felt that his mouth was very dry. He retreated slightly without moving, and his sword intent quietly condensed.

He thought that Jiang Xuanyu would never mention these topics.

Or deny it.

Or make up another story.

But he didn't expect that he would tell the truth like this.

What does this mean?

Did he already know that the master was hiding on him?

This time he came to kill someone to silence him?

Chu Xiaolian couldn't guess thoroughly.

His sword intent was operative, and the jade and stones in the Taishang Wangqing Sword Technique were burned, and the most powerful move had already taken shape.

Yan Chixiao didn't say anything or sigh.

He just quietly integrated his mental power that he had recovered over the past few days into his disciples' bodies.

Prepare to send him away at any time.

...

There is no wind or rain on the cliff.

There is no more chill in the world.

Jiang Xuanyu looked at Chu Xiaolian with a calm expression, as if he had not noticed his little movements at all.

He suddenly said, "I regret it!"

His voice was very light, like a sigh, or a monologue.

Chu Xiaolian noticed that he was staring at him, but he didn't feel like he was being watched at all.

Who is he looking at?

Jiang Xuanyu's expression did not change, and he still stared at him and said, "Maybe, I am the one who should practice the Taishang Wangqing Sword Art."

"If that were the case, how good would everything be!"

Chu Xiaolian didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

What do you regret?

Do you regret not practicing the Taishang Wangqing Sword Art?

Or, if you practice the Taishang Wangqing Sword Art, you will no longer feel regretful?

Yan Chixiao has not said a word since before, no matter how he calls.

Chu Xiaolian didn't know how to respond.

Jiang Xuanyu doesn't need his response.

He said, "If you have time, come to Taicang Holy Land for tea!"

After saying that, he did not look at Chu Xiaolian again, and turned around and disappeared among the white clouds.

Chu Xiaolian was puzzled.

He suddenly found a token where Jiang Xuanyu disappeared.

So he walked up to pick it up.

A sudden mental fluctuation came from my mind.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

...

Cloud boats broke through the sky.

Before leaving, a large number of treasures were left behind, enough for the entire Aojian Immortal Sect to be generous for hundreds of years.

In the terms of the major holy places, Li Xiaoyou’s selflessness is his business.

But if they get benefits but don’t know the reward, they are ungrateful!

Even though these vulgar things and Li Xiaoyou’s gifts to this world are not worth mentioning, but...

Large quantity!

And it's their intention!

The sea peak regains tranquility.
To be continued...