But slowly this matter became our mission, we fought for it, gave everything for it, and finally fell for it."

Hearing the other party's words, Jiang Lan pondered for a moment:

"I am just an ordinary disciple somewhere, and my master protects me and teaches me.

It is my responsibility to protect the master and the sect. I will give priority to protecting that place.

The God Position gave me the opportunity and made me grow much faster. Although I was not proactive, the opportunity I received was real.

I will also take responsibility from the God's position.

But I have limited strength and can only do what I can.

Is this enough?”

"Enough, enough." Qingshan looked at Jiang Lan and said:

"Do you have any questions?"

"How long will it take?" Jiang Lan asked.

"It's a few hundred years." Qingshan looked quite disappointed.

This is the limit.

Unexpectedly short.

Jiang Lan was a little surprised, but he did not feel desperate because of this.

My heart is as calm as ever.

He just needs to become stronger and keep up with him a little bit, so that's all.

No need to be impatient, just work hard to be yourself.

Because in the future, it is not something that can be made up for by hard work.

This is the Tao, it is the understanding.

At this time, Qingshan stood up and lifted the broken sword and handed it to Jiang Lan:

"Hold this sword and go to the back, and you will receive our gifts.

Maybe it won't help you too much, but that's our limit.

But you have to remember that holding this sword means you have taken responsibility.

If you are not prepared enough or are afraid, you still have time to regret it.”

Jiang Lan didn't say anything, but just walked to the top step by step.

He doesn't like to be involved in too many incidents and keeps avoiding calamities.

But evasion is not evasion, he will face and accept the responsibilities that belong to him.

The responsibility for the God's position was not determined by a sword, but was determined when he received the benefits of the God's position.

There is no difference between holding the sword and not holding it.

so...

He came to Qingshan and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

He doesn't need to worry about responsibility, the only thing he needs to worry about is the other party's fraud.

Just be alert to these things.

After taking the sword, Jiang Lan did not notice anything unusual, so he spoke softly:

"If the senior thinks that taking the sword is taking the responsibility, then I will take it."

Qingshan looked straight at Jiang Lan and smiled:

"I really like you. If you were born in my era, I would like to accept you as my disciple.

It’s a pity that you are not, but I’m glad you are not.”

Jiang Lan did not answer.

"Go to the back. You don't have much time here anymore, and you are not strong enough." Qingshan pointed to the back and said.

After nodding slightly, Jiang Lan walked back with a broken sword in his hand.

Qingshan couldn't sit back, but he suddenly called Jiang Lan as soon as he sat down:

"Wait a moment."

"Senior, have something to do?" Jiang Lan stopped and turned around.

He was on guard against any accidents.

"If, if you calm down everything, remember to burn us a stick of incense." Qingshan said.

"Okay." Jiang Lan nodded and responded.

Qingshan waved his hand and let Jiang Lan go back.

There are gifts from the Guyuxia Palace.

Jiang Lan stepped out of the front hall, Qingshan sat on the chair, and looked outside, he felt some relief.

"Fortunately, I didn't retreat until the end of the battle, otherwise I would have no face to face such a person."

Finally, he closed his eyes, and his whole body turned into stone statues, and finally turned into dust.

...

Jiang Lan left the front hall, and he turned to look at the front hall. The man said that he could only see him once.

In other words, when he left the front hall, the general had dissipated.

He is a person in the dust, and returning to the dust may be a kind of gratitude.

As long as there is no regret, there is comfort in your heart.

Jiang Lan didn't think much about it, holding the broken sword in his hand, walking step by step inside.

It is still a jade path, with a lot of fog ahead.

A few moments.

He walked through the fog and saw a wide plain.

here...

It is covered with small mounds.

Jiang Lan came to a small mound and saw a stone slab on it, which read: Shuqian Village Han Yaya's tomb.

At this moment, Jiang Lan looked up again at the small mound of soil all over the sky, which means that this place is...

cemetery.

At this time, the broken sword began to emit a faint light, as if signaling the sword-holder to advance.

Without stopping, Jiang Lan walked forward step by step.

But after walking some distance, a boy's voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"I won't retreat, I won't retreat. I'm just not afraid of death."

Jiang Lan did not stop and continued moving forward.

"I can't stop it anymore. I'll cut off the back. You guys go back to defense first."

"No, the defense line has completely collapsed."

"Sorry, I can't suppress their malice. Why, why didn't the village send someone up?"

"It's useless, it's a death to send it."

Jiang Lan listened to these voices and moved forward little by little.

"The Emperor has closed the heavenly passage. It is still time to go back now, click the name and return."

"I won't retreat, and I didn't plan to go back alive when I came."

"I will not retreat. As long as we are still here, we can hold on for a longer time."

"The passage is about to close, and none of the people left behind can survive."

"Death is not scary. We are not afraid of death. We are afraid of living."

"Let's stay and build a line of defense with our bodies."

"I'm going to die, but I'm unwilling to give up and leave my traces of Tao. If anyone can get it, I can help him."

"I'll take a step first. Don't come too early. The longer you persist, the more prepared the emperor can make."

"Send my Sky Sword back, but unfortunately no one can swing the Sky Sword anymore, but I will always leave hope."

Jiang Lan walked little by little.

The broken sword in his hand became brighter and brighter.
To be continued...