"Elder Meng, my condolences are by the way. Take care of your health."
"Jixiao Zhenren passed away, and the world is in mourning. We are here to mourn. May he rest in peace."
After Meng Xueli had paid his respects, representatives of other sects stepped forward to offer condolences to the only surviving relative of Ji Xiaoren.
Meng Xuelii didn't show any fear when facing a group of elders who were more than ten times his age and whose cultivation base did not know where to go. The courtesy is complete, and the words are correct.
Everyone in Hanshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The first time they saw this Jixiao Dao Companion, it was somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Meng Xueli was stunned, thinking to himself, what is the hardship? I'm afraid that the main drama hasn't started yet. How can I read this story in vain for the past three years
His eyes turned to the high tablet of Ji Xiao, but his sight was blocked by one person.
The visitor was wearing apricot yellow monk clothes, with a middle-aged face and a soft expression: "Elder Meng came by coincidence, the poor monk has something to ask for advice."
Meng Xueli bowed slightly: "I don't dare to do it, Master, please speak."
The monk said slowly: "After Jian Zunxian passed away, where is his 'Early Void Sword'?"
As soon as the voice fell, the whole room was silent.
No matter the host or the guests, everyone knows in their hearts that today the Hanshan ancestral hall will definitely say 'the beginning is empty'. But he didn't want to ask such a straightforward and simple question from Nanling Temple, which is indifferent to the world.
Meng Xue did not change her expression: "This is my Taoist companion's relic, and it is naturally in my Changchun Peak."
A hundred years ago, when the demons invaded the human world, the six sects worked together to create a peerless weapon, dedicated to Ji Xiao, and asked him to hold the sword to guard the world's peace.
The meteorite iron from the Mingyue Lake is used as the raw material, the geocentric flint from the Beiming Mountain is used for ignition, the sacred wood from the Songfeng Valley is used as the burning material, and the spiritual spring water of the Nanling Temple is used to quench the sword. The sect powerhouses gathered in the cold mountain to meet the sky cliff, and watched the real person Ji Xiao personally open the furnace.
When Jiancheng was in war and chaos, the wind and rain were shaking, no one thought, if Ji Xiao was gone, where would this sword go and who would it belong to
There is a saying in the practice world that 'Jixiao faces Hanshan Mountain, three feet three away from the sky'. And his famous sword 'Beginning with no boundaries', the length of the sword is exactly three feet three.
In people's inherent cognition, Ji Xiao will always have it, just like the sun will always hang in the sky, and rivers will always flow east into the sea.
The atmosphere of the ancestral hall changed subtly, Meng Xueli noticed a sharp gaze fell on him, and turned to look, a tall and thin middle-aged man stared at him: "Elder Meng doesn't know anything, this sword is cast by the six schools together, it can't be counted as Your Taoist companion's relic."
This man was wearing a dark cyan sword coat, carrying an ancient sword, and his expression was indifferent.
Meng Xueli saluted, "It turned out to be the sword-wielding elder of Mingyue Lake."
Everyone in Hanshan was slightly angry when they heard the words, and the sect leader said lightly: "In those days, when I was waiting to forge swords for the human world, Ji Xiao also fought with swords for the human world all his life, until he died. Why are you dissatisfied?"
The elder Mingyuehu didn't think he was embarrassed, and said proudly: "The deceased is gone, I obey Jixiao, but I don't obey Hanshan."
A group of Qingyue Lake disciples in green coats stood behind him, and they were faintly opposed to the white-clothed Hanshan disciples.
However, he heard the cold voice of the head of Hanshan: "The magic weapon has lost its master, and Hanshan is not greedy for greedy treasures. Since no one is worthy of this sword, it is better to destroy it!"
In an instant, the expressions of the people in the ancestral hall changed.
The master of Nanling Temple smiled and said: "Chu Kong Wuya has followed the real person Ji Xiao for many years, and he has already developed the spirituality of recognizing the master. He definitely does not want to be controlled by others, and it is useless to send a sword. According to the poor monk's opinion, the temple can This sword was returned to the furnace and rebuilt, and it was refined into six instruments, which were distributed to the six schools, and everyone was very happy."
All the monks in his body proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison, and they even called it "good" and "good".
Many young disciples did not understand why, and someone asked their companions through voice transmission: "What does Nanling Temple mean? The first to attack, and the first to speak for Hanshan?"
"It doesn't matter who the sword is in the hands of the Buddhist monks, but they don't want the Six Factions to fight for the gods and stir up blood and blood in the human world, so they come forward and fight the mud. It's a pity that the 'Southern Lake Mountains' will take a step back... Across the belly, the Buddha cultivates a pure heart and few desires, only to be afraid that others will not be happy."
"Master's words are not good." Elder Wuyinguan said, "When the magic weapon is completed, it is a gift from heaven. How can I easily destroy it when I spend all my efforts on casting the sword? Recasting is also a waste of heaven. Unsheathing is also an artifact, with it in the formation, the power of any formation can be increased tenfold…”
Wuyinguan does not use swords or weapons, but only studies the way of the formation, and everyone knows that what he said is true.
The elder Beimingshan said: "If Jianzun has a disciple to inherit the mantle, of course this sword will be passed on to his disciple, even if there is no disciple, as long as he has said, who should own this sword, I will be convinced, and there is nothing to say. But did Jianzun say it?"
Although Hanshan has the advantage of the home court, he is not willing to turn against many sects at the same time. The other sects thought that they had made sense, and did not want to carry the notoriety of disturbing Ji Xiao's heroic spirit.
The whole ancestral hall is like a taut bow with an arrow on the string. When the two sides were at a stalemate, someone suddenly said, "Hold on."
The voice was clear, and everyone looked at it, and it was actually Ji Xiao's weak Taoist companion.
No one thought that he would dare to speak in the face of such a battle.
Young Master Jinyi was stared at by all kinds of eyes, his face was pale, and he seemed a little scared: "I'm a companion to him, he did say... After he ascended, this sword will be given to the outstanding juniors in the world, they are the hope and future of the world. The sword is given to heroes, and those who can live in it, no matter what school or faction."
Some people think, has Hanshan made arrangements? However, the headmaster looked surprised: "Is this true?"
"Of course, I swear by the personality of my Taoist companion."
Meng Xueli thought to himself, I'm sorry brother Ji, I'll use your name first.
Before he finished speaking, someone responded with a loud voice: "Since the real person said it himself, regardless of the sect's opinion, we must obey the order!"
Meng Xueli: "My Taoist Companion once said that when he set the rules of the Vast Sea Secret Realm back then, he meant to select the younger generation."
The expressions of everyone in Hanshan were complicated.
The six sects disagreed with each other, and Hanshan was ready to destroy the sword, but another way appeared in front of him: to decide the ownership of the sword in an open, fair and just manner.
A hundred years ago, after the war between the human and demon worlds ended, Ji Xiao did not want the human race to fight internally, and stipulated that the secret realm of the vast sea, which was opened every 20 years, was used as the arena, and outstanding young disciples from various sects were selected to participate.
In the end, according to the ranking of the secret realm, the allocation of cultivation resources in the next 20 years will be decided, including the allocation of many unowned natural materials and treasures, the mining rights of spiritual stone veins, and so on.
With Jixiao's prestige in the world, no one should answer it, the struggles in the world have dropped sharply, and the 'Historic Realm Great Competition' continues to this day.
The head of Hanshan said loudly: "Everyone, the next big competition will be in the early spring of next year. At that time, Hanshan would like to give it to the leader with 'beginning empty and boundless' as a color!"
The solemn atmosphere was broken, and the various factions were in an uproar.
"Will this be too hasty?"
"Hanshan is really willing to..."
In the past, in order to encourage young disciples to participate in the competition, the sect would also come up with some magic weapons and elixir as a lucky draw, but today's event is no trivial matter.
"Husband!" Meng Xueli suddenly stepped out of the crowd and bowed before Ji Xiao's tablet: "Your last wish is over, rest in peace."
Everyone saw him with a sad expression, tears in his eyes, and his thin body was shaky, and he was silent for a while.
Meng Xueli thought, fortunately Que Xianming was not here, or else I would have to spit on my face.
"Ji Xiao, before you left, you said that when you came back this time, you were going to give me a gift. Who knew that it would be a goodbye. You and I are separated from each other. I don't want gifts anymore, you can leave me a thought... "
His words were naive, but because of his young age, his childishness was touching.
The elders of Hanshan sighed in their hearts, and the head also felt sad. Today, the old people of Hanshan gathered, and the eulogy was brilliant, but if anyone said that he was sad for Jixiao wholeheartedly, there was no other plan, and there were only a handful of them. Ji Xiao, this incompetent Taoist companion, is the most sincere and pitiful.
But he heard Meng Xueli say, "I would like to participate in next year's Great Sea Competition. If I can win back your sword, it will not be a waste for you and me as a Taoist companion."
The uproar resumed, and the head hurried two steps to lift Meng Xueli up, shouting in a low voice, "Naughty, it's not as simple as you think. , can't be true."
Meng Xueli gave a miserable smile: "My Dao Companion is dead, so what if I go with him?"
The guests talked a lot, and even forgot to transmit the sound.
"His cultivation base is low, and his temperament is so strong. It's not in vain for Jianzun to treat him so fondly."
"Why should he die in vain? I heard that he hasn't climbed Changchun Peak for three years, so it's no wonder he's naive and stupid."
Meng Xueli was unmoved, with a straight posture, looking at Ji Xiao's tablet: "If you have a spirit in the sky, please testify for me!"