Lingshan Sect, Hidden Sword Pavilion, Wanjian Mountain, and Wanjian Valley.
While Tong'an City was in a scene of terror, the Lingshan Sect was peaceful and quiet.
At dawn, the birdsong in Wanjian Mountain was deep and deep, and a lonely figure ushered in the huge and smooth canyon passage. He stood at the foot of the cliff, just like a little insect standing in front of the majestic mountain, looking up at this silent majesty. The steep pass.
In addition to going on missions, the senior brother would come to Wanjian Mountain every day, and then walk into Wanjian Valley side by side.
Arriving at the Wanjian Valley, the senior brother glanced at the Wanjian Youlong slowly swimming in the valley, and then walked to the Sword Tomb Cemetery below the Wanjian Dragon.
The senior brother took out his folded hands from his sleeves. He held a small white flower in his hand and placed it gently in front of Jiang Lingbo's grave among the twelve tombs of the Thirteen Swords of Lingtian.
The eldest brother sat silently next to the grave, staring blankly at the dense grave. He took out a wine bottle and a wine glass from his arms, poured a glass gently, and then sprinkled it on the ground.
Part of the wine flowed into the depression of a stone trough in front of the tomb, forming a wine trough the size of a fingernail, and part of the spilled wine flowed into it. After a while, a small beetle crawled out from the pile of rocks.
The beetle crawled to the small wine tank very familiarly. After touching it lightly with the tentacles on its head, it lowered its head and started drinking the wine inside.
The senior brother smiled and said softly: "Drink, drink! You used to like drinking the most... This kind of very light fruit wine is your favorite. This kind of wine suits you very well, just like the first time I met you, Like a cherry.”
"At that time... you regarded me as a little brother who didn't understand anything. You took care of me with your senior brother and treated me in every possible way. At that time, I really didn't understand anything. I would treat whoever was kind to me. good."
The senior brother smiled sadly and said softly: "My uncles and uncles are all very good to me... and they are very nice to you... too."
The senior brother raised his head, his eyes blurred as if he was recalling the glorious past.
In that scene, at the top of Wanjian Mountain, the ancestral home of Lingshan Sect, a woman with two dimples in her smile turned back and smiled at him: "Idiot, what are you doing standing still? Come on!"
The senior senior brother who had been in his green years stupidly stepped forward and stood side by side with his uncles and senior sisters. At that time, the sky was full of morning glow. The young senior uncle who was the head of the Thirteen Swords of Lingtian and everyone were watching the rising sky in the distance. Taiyang said in a deep voice: "The master of the pavilion has disappeared, and the uncles have also disappeared one after another. We can't give up! I believe that the master of the pavilion will definitely come back! Our Hidden Sword Pavilion fell down, but we all stood up again! This time, we also You’ll get up again!”
The Thirteen Lingtian Swords stood side by side, and the senior brother stood at the end. He nodded heavily with excitement: "Yes!"
The young uncle said in a deep voice: "Listen to my orders!"
Others turned their heads and looked at the young master, only to see the young master say: "Recite the precepts!"
Everyone shouted loudly: "Those who enter my sword pavilion are all my brothers. In the morning, I drink the water of Lingshan Mountain, and in the evening, I eat at Jiufengji. There are twelve rules in the sect, and there is no meaning in them. I chant in front of the hall every day, and write in my heart every day:"
"Kill those who deceive the master and destroy the ancestors!"
"Those who are unfaithful and unfilial shall be killed!"
"Kill those who see profit and forget their integrity!"
"Those who rebel against our sect shall be killed!"
"Those who cause trouble will be killed!"
"Anyone who betrays his brother shall be killed!"
"Those who bully the weak will be killed!"
"Kill those who rape women!"
"If you are afraid of fighting, kill!"
"Kill those who run away from battle!"
"Those who are greedy for merit and derelict in their duties shall be killed!"
"Kill anyone who refuses to save you!"
Although there were only thirteen people, their voices were clear and loud, scattering the morning glow and startling the morning birds. The young master shouted loudly: "Disciples of Hidden Sword Pavilion, draw your sword!"
Lingtian Thirteen Swords suddenly drew his sword, and the sword light surged at the top of Wanjian Mountain, and he was furious!
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed across, and the scene recalled in the senior brother's mind suddenly changed, and he recalled the last night in an instant.
That night, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and he was running wildly. On the day he left, his uncle and senior sister were attacked by surprise.
No one knows who the attacker is!
Lingtian's Thirteen Swordsmen were missing one person and could not form a powerful formation to protect themselves. They had no choice but to fight on their own, and in the end... they were defeated miserably and died in battle!
When the eldest brother rushed to the scene of the tragedy, what he saw was the corpses on the ground. Although there were fierce fighting scenes and blood everywhere, the bodies of those killed by them were all taken away, leaving only The bodies of the young uncle and others were lying in a pool of blood.
"Senior sister, senior sister!!" The senior brother held the smiling senior sister in his arms in grief. He cried loudly, but no matter how he cried, that smiling face would never bloom to him, a young man who had just begun to love. , she lay quietly in his arms, as if asleep, but her body was cold, just like the crazy night rain, and just like his sad soul.
At this moment, the senior brother suddenly heard a movement not far away. He quickly rushed over with tears, only to find that the young junior uncle was lying in a pool of blood and dying.
"Little Junior Uncle!" The senior brother hurriedly touched the medicine bottle on his body and wanted to fill him with medicine, but the Junior Junior Uncle held his hand down.
The young junior uncle tightly grasped the elder brother's hand, struggled to put the hidden sword ring on his finger, which represented the identity of the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, into his hand, and then thrust his own sword into the elder brother's hand. He kept vomiting blood, struggled to squeeze Senior Brother's hand, and said: "No, don't take revenge, promise, promise me, no, don't take revenge!"
The elder brother choked and squeezed the sword of the junior uncle and the sword ring of the Hidden Sword Pavilion tightly. The back of his hands and the palms of his hands were full of blood. He nodded hard and said: "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left. !”
The young uncle shook his head: "It's useless for you to be here. They have set up a ban here. Not only the demons are banned, but the Yang God can't leave the body! We... we didn't lose unjustly... they... they know us very well! You , you... you will be the only one left in Hidden Sword Pavilion from now on."
At this time, the young uncle came back to his senses. He grabbed the elder brother's hand hard, struggled and coughed up blood, and said: "The Hidden Sword Pavilion... is left to you!"
The eldest brother burst into tears and nodded.
The young uncle's hands tightly grasped the elder brother's hand, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, recite the precepts to me again... listen..."
While crying, the senior brother choked up and said: "Those who enter my sword pavilion are all my brothers. In the morning, I drink Lingshan water, and in the evening, I eat at Jiufengji. There are twelve rules in the sect, and there is no meaning in them. I sing in front of the hall every day, and I remember it in my heart every day. :"
When the young master listened to the commandments he heard every day, he seemed to have returned to the most glorious period of Hidden Sword Pavilion when Chaotian Que still led them. Thousands of disciples recited the commandments loudly in front of the commandment hall, and the sound shook the sky.
At that time, he was standing at the end of the team just like his senior brother, looking with admiration at the majestic Chaotian Que standing in front of the Discipline Hall.
But later, that person became him, and the number of people in Hidden Sword Pavilion also dropped sharply.
"Kill those who deceive the master and destroy the ancestors!"
"Unfaithful and unfaithful..."
The elder brother recited it with tears in his eyes. Before he finished reciting it, the younger brother's hand fell down. There was a smile on his face, as if he was remembering the good memories of the past.
In the night rain, a young man held the body of his classmate, looking up and crying in a sea of blood.
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Senior Brother sat silently in front of the grave, gradually coming back to his senses from his memories. He looked painful and said slowly: "Little Senior Uncle... I know that those who killed you... must be people from the Lingshan Sect. They know us. Someone must have betrayed us about your whereabouts! However, after all these years... I have never found out who... ambushed you!"
"Besides, I... can't help you either. Hidden Sword Pavilion... I'm afraid it's going to die! I... I can't hold on any longer. Now Hidden Sword Pavilion is like a tree without roots and water without a source. There is no chance of survival at all. .”
The eldest brother's eyes were slightly red, his expression was depressed, and he did not look strong in front of everyone at all.
At this moment, a cry came from outside Wanjian Valley: "Elder brother, are you in there?"
The senior brother immediately wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and regained his strength and calmness. He said in a deep voice: "What's the matter!"
Qiu Chuqiu walked in quickly, with a look of uncontrollable joy on his face, and said: "Elder brother, they are back!"
The senior brother was stunned: "Who?"
Qiu Chu said: "Li Chengfeng and the others! They are back!"
The senior brother was stunned for a moment, then said: "How many have come back?"
Qiu Chuqiu said: "They are all back, many of them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the senior brother disappeared from the spot and rushed out.