After Li Qiye left the Lost Immortal Palace, he entered the desert where money fell.
"My son, me, me, where are we going?" Ling Ximo, who was following Li Qiye, asked timidly.
"If you have enough time, go to a place to have a look, or have a chance to retrieve the sword grave for you." Li Qiye said lightly: "But if you really want to master it, you will not do it by yourself. You must If there is something that can be used to spread the sword tomb, otherwise, even if it is found, it will be nothing more than looking at flowers in the fog and looking for the moon in the water."
Ling Ximo hesitated, and finally took out an ancient box, this ancient box is antique, she handed this ancient box to Li Qiye, and said softly: "This, this, this is what our ancestors left behind. , The ancestor said that this is the key for us to retrieve the sword grave. I wonder if the son can use it?"
Li Qiye opened the ancient box and suddenly the sword aura filled him. He looked at it and said, "It is indeed Jianyi, but everything is not that simple. If you really want to take Jianfen back, it depends on whether you can bear it. "
"I, I will do my best." Ling Ximo hesitated, finally raised his head and looked at Li Qiye firmly.
Although she knew it was not easy, she would never give up no matter what the price was.
"That's good." Li Qiye nodded slightly, and said: "Then you must be psychologically prepared. This will be a hard journey, and pain is inevitable."
Ling Ximo nodded solemnly, her eyes were very firm, she was not afraid of all suffering.
Ling Ximo also gave this ancient box to Li Qiye. To her, to their Ling family, this ancient box was too important, and it was extremely important to their Ling family's survival. Such an important thing, logically speaking, she shouldn't give it to anyone, after all, this thing is too precious.
What's more, she and Li Qiye met and didn't have any close friends. But I don't know why, at this moment Ling Ximo trusted Li Qiye so much, more than anyone else. Although the things in the ancient box are extremely precious and even more important than her life, it can be said that even if she loses her life, she will not give it up.
But now she gave it to Li Qiye, and she was very relaxed in her heart. She didn't worry that Li Qiye would swallow her own things by herself. On the contrary, it was in Li Qiye's hands, more at ease than in her own hands.
Li Qiye didn't say much about Ling Ximo's handing over the ancient box to herself, so she put it away.
"Sold swords, sold swords, one is 5% off, two is 20%, ten is 60%, one hundred is negotiable..." However, Li Qiye and the others hadn’t gotten far before they heard the familiar cries. Sound.
At this time, I saw a man on the tidal flat ferry carrying a big sacks, hawking his bamboo sword, and boasting of his bamboo sword while selling it.
Apart from Young Master Pingcheng, who else would do such a thing
"Fairy, my bamboo sword in hand will definitely make you more elegant and beautiful. You will definitely become the No. 1 beauty of your school..." At this time, Young Master Pingcheng caught a group of young female monks who had just disembarked. He immediately Selling his bamboo sword hard, the bright, sincere smile on his face is very attractive and easy to move people.
"Are you the Young Master Heicheng from Heicheng?" The young female monks who were caught by Master Heicheng also pursed their lips and chuckled, which were also beautiful and moving.
After all, Lord Pingcheng is one of the three sons of today. He is famous, and he is a peerless genius. Both his status and appearance are very attractive. What's more, Mr. Pingcheng is so close to people, not superior at all, most of the women are young. The female monks are willing to be friends with him.
"It is, beautiful fairies like you, must come to our Pingcheng, a small place like ours Pingcheng, if the people can see the beauty of the fairies, they will be frightened, and they will be lucky for three lives." Pingcheng The young man smiled brightly, although he exaggerated the female monks in front of him, he did not appear to be exaggerated at all.
Many of the monks who passed by all shook their heads with a wry smile, and many people found it interesting. Everyone was getting used to the strange behavior of Young Master Heicheng.
"Then each of us will buy one." In the end, under the sincere and brilliant smile of Young Master Pingcheng, these girls were moved by him, and they paid for bamboo swords.
In fact, the bamboo swords of Mr. Heicheng are not worth so much money, but many people are willing to buy the bamboo swords of Mr. Pingcheng. This is not because of the value of the bamboo sword, but because they are willing to make friends with Mr. Pingcheng. A friend of.
"Walk slowly, fairies, come to Pingcheng to play when you have time." After selling the bamboo sword, Young Master Pingcheng still smiled brightly and was extremely enthusiastic.
"Ha, brother, we're seeing each other again." When Li Qiye was taking Ling Ximo to cross the river, Young Master Pingcheng suddenly appeared in front of Li Qiye, with a bright and sincere smile on his face.
"Brother, buy a bamboo sword." Upon seeing Li Qiye, Young Master Pingcheng immediately sold his bamboo sword.
The appearance of Young Master Pingcheng made Ling Ximo who was standing behind Li Qiye want to laugh and dare not think about it. She couldn't understand. As Young Master Pingcheng, she didn't need to be a hawker at all, and she didn't need to sell her own bamboo at all. Sword, but he just carried a large bag of bamboo swords to people everywhere, and she couldn't understand the meaning of this.
"Don't buy it." Li Qiye was lacking in interest and refused.
"Big brother, the first time we met, it was a friend, and when we met again, it was a brother. We have met twice, and then we are really brothers." Young Master Pingcheng immediately put a bamboo sword into Li Qiye's hands. , Full of sincerity, said: "Then this bamboo sword will serve as a meeting gift for my eldest brother."
Li Qiye couldn't help but smiled, and thought Young Master Pingcheng was interesting, and took a look at the bamboo sword in his hand.
The bamboo sword of Young Master Heicheng is nothing gorgeous. It is completely cut from old bamboo. It can only be said that it is cut very carefully, and every detail is in place.
"Every bamboo sword is made by myself, and each bamboo sword has its aura, unique, and each bamboo sword is different." Young Master Pingcheng hurriedly said to Li Qiye.
"Nice sword." Li Qiye gently slid his fingers across the blade, nodded, and gave a compliment.
"Yeah, a good sword." Upon hearing Li Qiye's appreciation, Young Master Pingcheng smiled suddenly and brighter, and said with a smile: "One sword in my hand, I have the world; two swords in my hand, unique to all generations; Three swords in hand, swords are everywhere..."
Hearing Young Master Pingcheng boasting such self-promotion, Ling Ximo wanted to laugh, but did not dare to laugh. She also felt that a bamboo sword could not be so precious.
"Brother, do you want to buy one? How about buying one and getting three free?" Young Master Pingcheng said with a smile, "This bamboo sword is taken from our Pingcheng ancestral bamboo. You know, Pingcheng’s ancestral bamboo is the root of our Pingcheng. It is also the treasure of our Pingcheng, and at the same time a great treasure of our Benlong Taoism. It represents the symbol of our Benlong Taoism. It has also been connected to the veins of our Benlong Taoism..."
At this time, Young Master Pingcheng was boasting endlessly. If Young Master Pingcheng didn't mention the Benlong Taoist school himself, everyone would have forgotten that he was a disciple of the Crylong Taoist family, and Pingcheng was just an ancient city of the Benlong Taoist school.
"Huh, a big sigh." Just when Young Master Pingcheng was boasting himself, a cold snort rang and said coldly: "Pingcheng, Yan is qualified to represent the Panlong Taoist lineage!"
This sudden sound interrupted Young Master Pingcheng's words, which was very abrupt, causing many passing cultivators to stop and watch.
I saw that an old man had just got off the boat with a group of strong monks, and he interrupted Young Master Pingcheng without mercy.
This old man wore a dragon robe, with a big sword in his arms, and his cold air was very cold. His whole body exuded the breath of true gods, and he was so angry, especially his eyes, which were so sharp that people did not dare to look directly.
"It's the emperor of the Five Sacred Kingdoms." Seeing this old man, many monks who were present recognized him, and they whispered and said, "There are many powerful people from the Five Sacred Kingdoms."
"Miao Lei of the Five Saint Kingdoms, it seems that Panlong Dao Tong is a play to watch." The elders with great education looked at this old man with a lively appearance.
"Isn't the Five Sacred Kingdoms also the border country of the Benlong Taoism? Young Master Pingcheng was born in the Benlong Taoism too. They seem to be enemies." A young monk whispered to his elders when he saw such a scene.
"This is related to the root of Panlong Taoism." An elder smiled and said.
"Why, Lord Miao, we Pingcheng cannot represent the Panlong Taoist lineage, can you not represent the Panlong Taoist lineage for your Five Holy Kingdoms?" To Miao Lei's words, Young Master Pingcheng still smiled.
"Benlong Taoist lineage is controlled by the Eight-armed dynasty, and only the Eight-armed dynasty can represent the Benlong Taoist lineage." Miao Lei said coldly.
"Oh, do you mean the Moon Worship Sect?" Young Master Pingcheng smiled and said, "The Moon Worship Sect would dare to claim to be orthodox? It's just a parasite of the benlong Taoist tradition. Dove occupy the magpie's nest. I didn't seek authority. , That is already seeking well-being for the people of Panlong Dao Tong."
"You—" Mr. Pingcheng's words suddenly changed Miao Lei's expression.
When these words came out, many people present looked at each other. Those who knew knew well, and the young people who didn't know were confused.
"What the hell is going on?" Some young people couldn't figure it out. It seemed that Young Master Pingcheng, who was born in the Benlong Dao lineage, was not in harmony with the Benlong Dao lineage.
"This is the orthodox struggle of the Benlong Daoist." An elder whispered: "The Benlong Daoist was created by the ancestor Benlong. The eight-armed dynasty that now holds the power is a latecomer, and it is also the legendary moon worship. teach."
"Where is Young Master Pingcheng?" Some people also heard some clues, and it seemed that Young Master Pingcheng didn't pay attention to the Eight-armed Dynasty either.
"Young Master Pingcheng is a mystery." An elder shook his head slightly and said, "However, it is said that Pingcheng was once the birthplace of Panlong. No one knows whether it is true or not."