Master Jianzong Zi Miaozhu's eyes stared like big pearls, showing strong hostility. She seemed to have forgotten the existence of Zhu Minglang and was staring at Nan Lingsha.
Nan Lingsha was not afraid of her, she just looked at her like that.
The disciples of the Sword Sect at the side were stunned, and once again looked at Zhu Minglang's body carefully, they didn't feel that this man had any great ability to make their senior sister stand in front of everyone. Jealousy breaks out here!
"Junior Sister, I have something important to discuss with my grandfather, so don't get entangled in this kind of issue m.00kxs.com." Zhu Minglang said.
"Okay, I won't pester her, she will be small, and I will be big." Zi Miaozhu said.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!!!!"
The swords that were suspended beside the disciples of the Sword Sect immediately fell to the ground, without a trace of sword spirit, and scattered on the ground in a mess, just like the heartbreaking voices of these disciples!
Senior Sister, Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu...
Why does our goddess of the Sword Sect be so complacent in front of an unknown pawn.
"Junior sister, don't make trouble for no reason. First of all, I have no matchmaking appointment with you, nor have I ever had a relationship, but senior brothers and sisters have a very normal relationship. Secondly, Nan Lingsha is not my partner, but a mortal who walks with me. What she said just now was just to test your friendship with me." Zhu Minglang said seriously.
"Isn't she your partner?" Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu asked.
"No." Zhu Minglang replied seriously.
"That's more or less..." Eldest sister Zi Miaozhu let out a long breath of relief, a smile gradually appeared on her face.
The disciples on the side picked up the sword just now, but it fell to the ground again, clanging loudly.
Senior sister, you didn't notice that you were rejected just now!
"Where's the grandpa?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Yes, Master Xuehen is also here." Zi Miaozhu replied.
"good."
…
Zi Miaozhu's mood is also unpredictable, she who was hostile just now is like a little sister seeing her brother whom she hasn't seen for many years, chatting affectionately beside her.
Those accompanying Jianzong disciples couldn't close their jaws. They probably haven't heard so many words from the elder sister Zi Miaozhu in the years of Yaoshan Jianzong.
Is this what the goddess looks like in front of others?
But it's fine for this person to be imposing and imposing, but she doesn't look much different from their disciples. On the contrary, it's the woman wearing a veil, who has a dusty temperament and elegant posture, even if she hides her appearance, I can also feel her gorgeousness and sultry beauty, and I guess her appearance is still higher than that of the elder sister...
But as a sword cultivator, how can you only focus on a person's appearance, just a pink skull, and the powerful, decisive, and moral elder sister Zi Miaozhu is the bright moon in the sky!
"So brother, do you think that there are no gods and mortals in this world to be your opponents, so you lost this boring ability and become a dragon priest to experience another extraordinary life?" Senior sister Zi Miaozhu's eyes flickered asked.
"..." Zhu Minglang really didn't know how to answer.
In fact, he left Yaoshan Sword Sect at the age of fifteen, and Zi Miaozhu was only fourteen years old at that time. Although he met a few times in the next few years, they didn't get along for long.
The problem is, no matter how many years have passed, she still seems to think of herself as being better than her in everything, as if she has always been the legendary boy of the Sword Sect.
But after stepping out of Jianzong, the world is beyond imagination.
What's more, the world that people see is just the tip of the iceberg. Even if it is brilliant and dazzling in a certain period, the years are passing by. How can it be truly invincible
Arriving at a mountain pass, there are several long mountain roads, paved with wide jade-white steps, each with stone lamps on both sides, and at night, bright light will radiate from them, illuminating the entire path to the mountain .
However, one of the roads obviously does not have these carved stone lamps. Even the road is full of fallen leaves and there are some weeds in the distance. It seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time.
A stone tablet stands at this intersection, with three words "Abandoned Sword Forest" written on it.
Zhu Minglang stopped here, and looked away, as if he wanted to see the deeper forest.
But the pines and bamboos are luxuriant and well-proportioned, and it is difficult to see further.
"Brother, a strange thing happened in the abandoned sword forest. It has scared away the souls of countless disciples. Even I dare not step in easily. The masters of the sword masters in the sword sect also went to investigate, but nothing was found. The weird things seem to be hidden." Zi Miaozhu said.
"Isn't that right? Abandoned Sword Forest is like haunted. No one lived in that place for many years. Once some of our young swordsmen threw some broken and rusty swords into it, and after returning, they fell into a coma. A few days..." said the long-browed disciple.
Abandoned Sword Forest was so familiar to Zhu Minglang that standing at this intersection, images of the hardships in the past flooded in his mind.
One practice at a time, one exhaustion at a time, one restart at a time...
Childhood, adolescence, if you want to say that the one with the deepest memory is not necessarily Zhumen's own house, but the Abandoned Sword Forest, which seems to be more like the old house of the ancestral home, with too many memories in it.
Every rusty sword was stained with the blood that flowed after the cocoon was broken.
"Brother, do you want to take a look?" Zi Miaozhu asked.
"Later, go see the grandpa first." Zhu Minglang withdrew his uneasy mood and said.
"Um."
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Entering the main peak, you can see many stacked villas, built of various precious woods, with eaves like white clouds and pillars as high as pine, which are grand and classical.
In Baiyun Villa, several sword repairmen were fighting at the Dashanping. They didn't use a trace of sword energy, and the sword-style confrontation alone gave people a thrilling and pleasing feeling.
Entering the hall of the villa, Zhu Minglang saw an old man with white hair, sitting upright on the grand master's chair, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were half closed.
"Grandfather, Zhu Minglang has come to see you." Zi Miaozhu said.
"What!" The white-haired old man almost jumped up from his chair, and exclaimed, "My old man just took a nap, why was his soul seduced by the underworld, Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, I don't need your visit, old man. Where should you go, grandpa, I want to live a few more years!"
Zhu Minglang's face was jet black.
The emotional grandpa thought he was meeting him in Huangquan
At first, seeing the old man's hair was grayer, his spirit was worse, and his nose was still a little sore. I felt guilty for not visiting for so many years, and felt sad for my relatives who had been missing for so many years.