Juejian Peak, the peak is ten thousand feet high, and the peak is like a long sword radiating cold light.
It had just rained a little, and the breeze was blowing on my body, making it slightly cold.
Youcao, stone jars, ancient wells...the layout is elegant and reasonable, and the candlelight in the house flickers on and off.
Ling Yue and Wen Zhou sat looking at each other, with a cup of fine flower tea in front of them, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.
Wen Zhou waved his long sleeves gently, his voice was rare kind and gentle, and said softly: "Yue'er, come and have a taste. This is the flower tea sent as tribute from Dongfan. It tastes very good. I can't bear to let it go even if I'm a teacher." drink."
"Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue cupped his fists slightly.
Then he picked up the tea cup and sipped it gently with his lips. Suddenly, a warm current grew and spread to every corner of his body, washing away all the fatigue in his body. It was so warm that it was as if his whole body was soaked in a hot spring. , so comfortable that I wanted to moan.
"How's it going? Not bad, right?" Wen Zhou stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Yeah!" Ling Yue nodded slightly. Although he was confused, he still listened quietly.
Wen Zhou picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes, and asked casually: "What do you think of Yu Tianrui?"
Ling Yue touched his chin with his finger, pondered for a long time, and said: "He is calm when things happen. He has great wisdom and no petty tricks. He has a lot of worries in his heart. One day he will be able to turn into a dragon when he encounters water. He is worthy of deep friendship."
"Yes, if you have Kunpeng in your heart, how can you be like Penghao?" Wen Zhou's fingers gently tapped the table in accordance with the rhythm of the candlelight shaking, and the tea in the teacup made a circle of fine ripples.
Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.
After a while, Wen Zhou parted his lips and said, "Yue'er, the fact that you met this person also shows that you have a lot of good fortune, so you have to make good use of it. I have a vague feeling in my heart that this world may not be able to bind you." If you live with this person, you must seize this opportunity and exchange your sincerity for sincerity. As long as you can get a little bit of it, your future will definitely become wider and wider, and you will be better than Master no matter what."
Ling Yue's heart trembled. Although he knew that Ouyang Ming was extremely talented, he never thought that his master would rate Ouyang Ming so highly. How is this possible for someone who cannot be restrained by this world
The sound was like thunder, roaring in his mind, shattering his original world into pieces.
After being stunned for a long time, he nodded slightly and responded: "Master, I understand."
Wen Zhou looked out the window and sighed, "You still don't understand!"
After retracting his gaze, his slightly older fingers were clasped upside down on the space bag. After a flash of white light, a piece of yellowed sheepskin lay quietly in the palm of his hand. The aura was extremely distant. It was roughly estimated that it at least already existed. Thousands of years.
With a look of reminiscence in Wen Zhou's eyes, he explained: "I got this sheepskin picture in the Great Ruins. It's a big favor for you to give it to Yu Tianrui. As long as this incense continues, in the future, This person's nature of repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of water is indispensable for your benefit."
"Master..." Ling Yue suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Take it, don't be pretentious." As he said that, Wen Zhou gently handed over the sheepskin picture.
Ling Yue took the sheepskin picture and felt it was heavy.
His eyes were hot, he raised his hand and wiped it gently, cursing: "It just rained and the wind was strong, and the sand was blown into my eyes."
Wen Zhou didn't say anything wrong, and warned: "Although relationships can be managed, it is more about sincerity. Gold and stone are the basis for success. Don't put the cart before the horse. This parchment is just a stepping stone."
"I sincerely follow Master's teachings." Ling Yue bowed respectfully.
"Go!" Wen Zhou waved his sleeves and his voice was extremely wise.
After Ling Yue left, he walked to the top of the mountain, took out a pot of strong wine, and drank it himself.
Looking at the mountains and rivers below, I thought to myself, is the voice of the gods and demons that tore the golden arrow feathers into pieces today really the secret method of the dragon clan? Are there really dragons in this world
A mouthful of strong wine went down his throat, and he felt a little confused in his heart.
In the moonlight, the mountain road is rugged and winding into the distance.
Ling Yue touched the sheepskin picture in his arms through his clothes and felt another blazing fire burning in his heart.
I thought to myself, Master has always been very accurate in judging people, but if Brother Yu wants to break away from the shackles of this world, it still feels too far-fetched. What has Master discovered? He was extremely curious, but in just a moment, he had this idea stuck in his mind. Even if Guanyue asked him, he would not tell him.
His back gradually disappeared into the moonlight.
"Dong dong dong..." The knock on the door was slow and steady.
With a click, the door opened. Seeing Ling Yue, Ouyang Ming smiled heartily and said, "Brother Ling, please come in quickly."
After saying that, he made a gesture of invitation and welcomed Ling Yue in.
After chatting with each other for a while, Ouyang Ming took the initiative to ask: "Brother Ling, I wonder what matters come to my humble residence at this time?"
Ling Yue took out a sheepskin picture from his arms and said in a calm and unhurried voice: "I know that Brother Yu is about to enter the Great Ruins, so I have prepared a generous gift for you." Before his voice fell, he handed over the sheepskin picture with both hands.
"This is this?" Ouyang Ming was startled and asked in a deep voice.
"Brother Yu, you'll know just by looking at it." Ling Yue blinked, with a mysterious look on his face.
Ouyang Ming felt a chill in his heart and took it with both hands. After just one glance, his expression changed and he said repeatedly: "Brother Ling, this... this is so precious!"
Ling Yue waved his hand and chuckled: "Brother Yu, although this map is only a fragment, it can also increase the hope of survival. You see, the dark color means that the place is inaccessible. In the ruins Danger and opportunity coexist, Brother Yu, please stop being pretentious." Having said this, Ouyang Ming could not refute, and this sheepskin picture was indeed a timely help.
Ouyang Ming's eyes narrowed, he gently cupped his hands and said, "Brother Ling, if you want anything in the future, just say it, it's okay. As long as I can do it, I won't postpone it."
Ling Yue's face lit up. Isn't it because of this promise that he did so much
But he said: "Brother Yu said something serious."
Seeing that Ouyang Ming's whole mind was focused on the sheepskin diagram, Ling Yue rolled his eyes and took the initiative to say: "Brother Yu, it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."
Ouyang Ming stood up and walked him out of the yard, looking at his retreating back with a thoughtful look on his face.
With a flash of light in his eyes, he put his spiritual power into the sheepskin map, and compared it with the residual map he saw on the top floor of the ancient pagoda, carefully and without missing any details. After half an hour, he secretly thought in his heart that the ruins are too big. It's so big that it's impossible to tell where the place marked on this map is. Maybe the place marked on this parchment map is less than one ten thousandth.
Youyou sighed and put the sheepskin diagram into the space bag.
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At the top of Juejian Peak, in a stone room, a man in rich clothes sat cross-legged. Behind him was a three-foot-long bloody sword box. The red light surged, making people extremely frightened. The peak-defending sword of Juejian Peak.
Zhan Jianqing opened and closed his eyes, and the shadow of a bloody sword was reflected in his eyes.
The blood sword quickly grew in size, and the entire stone house overflowed with sword energy. There was actually a sword with the chill and vigor of Shuanghan Jiuzhou.
Burial Sword lightly tapped the sword box, and the bloody sword flipped up and down, extremely agile.
He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air. The blood sword was pushed out with his movement, and a wave of sword energy was shocked. In an instant, the stone wall sank six or seven feet inward, but strangely, there was no A piece of gravel flew up.
A flash of light flashed in his eyes, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Why does the sword need to be buried? The sword needs to be raised."
At this moment, an old man carrying a worn-out sword box walked in. The sword box was covered with rags, and there was a clear crack running through it.
The old man's eyes were cloudy and his energy was blocked, giving him a feeling of sluggishness. To describe it, he looked like he had just risen from the grave.
Zang Ye stepped forward, gently supported the old man's arm, and said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Jian, this time when we enter the Great Ruins, I will definitely bring out the spiritual objects that can continue life."
The old man coughed and sighed: "People can disbelieve in fate, but they cannot disobey old age."
His name is Jian Yi, the master of Jue Sword Peak. His swordsmanship is earth-shattering. He once cut off a river with one sword and changed it with one sword.
His cultivation is also at the level of a venerable. Even in his current depleted state of vitality, ordinary venerables are really no match for him.
He is a sword cultivator, and his offensive skills are unparalleled. If a sword cultivator emphasizes the majesty and majesty of the sword, and the long sword rolls, nothing can stop it, then a sword cultivator emphasizes the sharpness, which can pierce the sky and stab the sky. The sharpness that cuts through everything in the world.
Zhan Jian said softly: "No way, you have to live for thousands more years anyway."
"Haha, as long as you please me, I'm not hurting you in vain." The old man put down the sword box and sat down on the ground without any sign of superiority. Then he said: "Nowadays, the Seven Star Sect is extremely prosperous. It won't hurt even if the old man leaves. However, things will turn upside down and things will turn into peace. I am afraid that the sect master will be blinded by thieves for a while. This desire, once the gap is opened, it will be uncontrollable. "So it's not that the old man is afraid of death, it's that he can't die! I have to watch and guard, so that I can rest assured. Just like the immortality pill that is so popular in Zhangzhou, I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for someone's promotion."
Burial Sword complimented him again: "Listening to Old Jian's words is better than reading hundreds of years of books."
The old man tried to strike, but Burial Sword gently dodged him.
He glared, looking full of momentum. Zhan Jian knew he couldn't avoid him, so he lowered his head and walked to his side.
Jian Lao didn't exert any force, just flicked his forehead, and his expression became solemn: "You must be careful during this trip. The Great Ruins are vast and extremely dangerous. Even the Venerable may fall in it."
"I know!" Zhan Jian nodded slightly.
The old man was still worried. He pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and his cloudy eyes shone with light.
An aura that could cut the heavens and the earth rippled out, and then, a drop of blood flew out and turned into a sword light and shot into Burial Sword's arm.
After doing this, the old man's body staggered, his face became even more dry, and he said weakly: "Use my essence and blood as a guide to cut this sword, even the venerable will have to avoid the edge for a while."
After saying that, he stepped up and down, and walked out of the stone house, his back looking old and desolate.
Zhan Jian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes firm.