Legend of The Great Sage

Chapter 1192: Purple sword

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"The Hidden Sword Palace... Isn't there anymore?"

As Li Xiaoyao said, there was an unreal feeling. The mountains seemed to be reverberating with the laughter of the brothers calling their friends and friends, but it was only a ripple of memory, and tears flowed unconsciously. Full of face.

Even though the elders of the Palace Lord colluded with the Demon Realm, the many companions were all innocent!

"Li Xiaoyao, are you still a disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace?" Yu Zijian asked suddenly.

"Yes!" Li Xiaoyao replied instinctively.

"The Tibetan Sword Palace is not dead, at least, there are three of us."

Yu Zijian's eyes flashed with shining purple light, and behind him was the afterglow of the setting sun, intertwined with a colorful glow. But under her infection, it seems that the sun is rising, full of hope.

Fu Qingjin and Li Xiaoyao were both stunned. What's the point of saying this at this time

If the Tibetan Sword Palace is destroyed by the enemy, they will inspire revenge and restore the prestige of the Tibetan Sword Palace. But the fact is that the Tibetan Sword Palace colluded with the Demon Realm and killed itself. All of the disciples were killed under the hidden sword peak. Even the behavior of the dove occupying the magpie’s nest in the Tianlong Temple could not tell a typo, and then claiming to be a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Palace. It is simply self-inflicted.

"Purple sword, everything has a continuum. When there is a sunrise, there is a setting sun. The same is true for the Tibetan Sword Palace. Why are you persistent?" Fu Qingyan sighed softly, just wanting to travel far away, wandering around the world.

"Yes, Uncle Master, it is better to go back to Qinghe Mansion and continue to practice, you can also use the sword to fight for justice. I just said that, I think this disciple of the hidden sword palace, don't do it!" Li Xiaoyao also shook his head.

"We can no longer admit that we are disciples of the Hidden Sword Palace, but what about those brothers and sisters who have sacrificed innocently? We have not done anything bad, but will be regarded as fools and villains, and will always bear notoriety?"

Yu Zijian clenched his fists, his voice trembled, his eyes were moist, but he never shed tears.

Fu Qingjin's heart was shocked, and she looked at Yu Zijian deeply. With her gentle disposition, the pain she felt was much deeper than they did!

Alas, before you know it, you have become stronger than me.

Li Xiaoyao was also speechless, and his face was ashamed.

Yu Zijian shook his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say such things, it makes you embarrassed, but I really can't just leave like this. Brother Fu, thank you for taking care of you for so many years. And Xiaoyao, you all these years Practicing hard cultivation, you have finally survived the catastrophe, and you should get away with it, otherwise, wouldn't it be the name that was taken in vain."

The smile flashed away and became firm again, looking at Yitian Peak: "The sin committed by the Hidden Sword Palace, then I will pay for this sin!"

Fu Qingjin and Li Xiaoyao looked at her back, those thin shoulders seemed to bear all the sins and notoriety, and they could not help but look at each other because they were carrying the burdens that did not belong to her.

Fu Qingjin let out a long sigh: "Zijian, Zijian!"

"Um?"

"You really make us two big men feel ashamed." Fu Qingyan said with a smile.

"I'm not..." Yu Zijian waved his hand in a panic, but didn't know how to explain it.

"You know, I'm a waste who only knows how to sigh and lament in the ruins. If I don't have you, I don't know how to live. Please let me follow you again." Fu Qingyan bowed slightly.

"Uncle Yu, I will continue to be a disciple of the Hidden Sword Palace! Although it seems to be the only disciple, I will definitely not let you down."

"You don't have to force..."

"It's not reluctant, I don't have as much as you think, but if I become a generation of swordsman in the future, and others ask me if I came from the Hidden Sword Palace, how should I answer? It's better to admit that I am worthy of those brothers and sisters. The sword in the hand!"

"You... That's great!" Yu Zijian cheered and hugged them in his arms, diminishing the sorrow and melancholy.

"The snake does not go without a head. Since the Hidden Sword Palace has not been destroyed, there should be a palace owner." Fu Qingjin smiled.

"Yes, although there is only one disciple, the palace master still needs it." Li Xiaoyao smiled and looked at Yu Zijian.

Yu Zijian hesitated, "Okay, I'll be the palace lord!"

So the position of Zeng Weizhen Qingzhou's Tibetan sword palace lord was decided in a few words.

"See the palace lord!"

Fu Qingjin and Li Xiaoyao saluted her together, both of them were stern, without the slightest sloppyness.

Yu Zijian wanted to avoid it instinctively, but still stood firmly and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Palace Master, if you want to rebuild the Hidden Sword Palace, I'm afraid that you will have to find another spiritual land. Fortunately, there are many open spaces in Qingzhou now, and it is not difficult to find." Li Xiaoyao said.

"I know that a few places are considered appropriate, so I can take a look at them." Fu Qingjun said.

"No, let's go to Yitianfeng first." Yu Zijian pointed at the mountains.

Li Xiaoyao froze for a moment. At this time, what to do at Yitianfeng, is it to ask for Yitianfeng from the hands of the monks? This is simply impossible!

However, it is said that Yu Shishu and my second uncle are very familiar with each other, and if he supports him, it would be a little hopeful.

However, Fu Qingjin had some enlightenment.

The Fearless Monk turned his head and said to the little novice: "Let's pass on the order and prepare to welcome the master of the Tibetan sword palace."

"Yes, Abbot!"

The little novice monk dropped his broom and ran all the way to the Daxiong Hall.

After a while, the bell rang, and the mountains were all up and down, bells and drums rang in unison.

The monks gathered, all full of curiosity, didn't the Palace Master of Hidden Swords have long since fallen? And even if he is alive, he is still a mortal enemy of Tianlong Temple, why is he treated so courteously

Yu Zijian's three people walked on the mountain, but the monks were even more surprised. This cultivation level is too bad! Besides, except for the last nameless junior, who doesn't even have a sword on his body, is it a sword repair

Li Xiaoyao was walking on a familiar mountain road, surrounded by monks, uncomfortable, full of discomfort, but seeing Yu Zijian in front of him, his expression became more and more condensed, without the usual gentleness, it was really a bit of a palace owner. Is it to negotiate with the fearless monk

Ascended to the top of the mountain, a tall monk with a stern face stood there.

Li Xiaoyao used to have a low level of cultivation, and his perception was very limited. At this time, he had some experience. What is called a great monk? That kind of aura is almost like a mountain, he couldn't help holding his breath, and remembered his second uncle staring at him. Like this, I thought this monk wouldn't be any better, so he relaxed a little, but the idea of asking for Yi Tianfeng was gone.

"Hidden sword palace lord Yu Zijian, with the elder Fu Qingjun, and his disciple Li Xiaoyao, pay a visit to the fearless abbot,"

"Please come to the palace to give a comment." The fearless monk looked at her strangely, and gave enough courtesy.

Yu Zijian refused, saying that he was not here as a guest. Then, as the master of the Tibetan sword, he publicly apologized to Tianlong Temple and handed over all the peaks including Yitian Peak to Tianlong Temple as compensation.

The sunset went down, the rays of light dissipated, and then there was a long night.

But it will still rise, the sky will turn into the sky, and the purple air will come to the east. RS

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