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The long sword was placed horizontally on the marble table of Xiaoyuan A. The sun on the west side ruled the sea of clouds into a sea of Xia, and reflected on the long and narrow blade. The ordinary long sword suddenly added a glorious brilliance.
Yu Zijian squinted, squatting at the stone table, looking straight at the sword.
The long sword is silent, motionless~
Yu Zijian stood up abruptly, the clear voice seemed to be in her ears, and it seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. She stood up, opened the door, and walked into the lush green path.
She was perplexed, as if she had fallen into a dream, involuntarily and involuntarily, as if something was calling her in her heart.
The path was twisted a few times before it suddenly became clear, and what was displayed in front of me was a ruined wall, like the ruins of an ancient city.
The stone pillars supporting the main hall are lying in the deserted leather. The hall has long since collapsed. The statue has been corroded by wind and rain over the years, but it is still faintly visible in its former glory.
Is there such a place on Qingteng Mountain
A faint question arose in Yu Zijian's heart, which was forgotten in an instant.
The setting sun has coated the ruins with a bright red, no matter how numb and vulgar people are, they can't help but sigh here.
Walking among the ruins that were about to be submerged by Qingge, she gave birth to a feeling of returning to her hometown, like a princess in exile, this is her homeland.
Turning around the nose stone corridor entangled by vines, she suddenly stopped.
A small pond is surrounded by emerald trees, and the western sunlight is reflected on the water surface, dyed into a gorgeous color.
A man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged on a boulder by the pond, his young and thin face stubbornly stubborn, there is a kind of vicissitudes of life that can only be found in old people who have read the world. It is like a lonely king sitting on his collapsed throne, still recalling the glory of the past, and the depression of the present.
He was fishing, not using a fishing rod, but a long sword. He held the hilt in both hands, and a thread of blue silk fell straight from the top of the scabbard, submerged in the still mirror-like pool water.
Yu Zijian didn't look at this scene, didn't look at this person, just looked at this sword, as if silly, for no reason, in his heart, he was sure that the graceful long chant that he had just heard came from this sword.
"Have you seen this sword?" The man in Tsing Yi turned his face and looked at her with a little surprise.
Yu Zijian seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream. He looked around and almost asked himself why he was here. He was in a daze for a while: "I haven't seen it, you are not Qingtengshan's disciple!" From a closer look, he was on his body. Although it is also Tsing Yi, it is very different from Qingtengshan's service and looks very old, just like the sword in his hand.
Tsing Yi said humanely: "No, are you?"
Yu Zijian said: "Neither do you. You are a guest invited to go up the mountain. Fishing is not allowed on the mountain!" "You are not a disciple of Qingteng Mountain, so why bother with me?" I'm going back, I won't disturb you fishing." It's not suitable for lone men and widows to get along here, but their eyes don't leave the sword. The familiar feeling is like seeing the giant cow at the first time.
Tsing Yi said: "Want to see it?"
"Can you?" Before Yu Zijian's words fell, the sword fell into her hand, heavy, and the strand of blue silk was automatically put into the scabbard.
The scabbard is dark blue, usually because of its own color, and the other half is due to the accumulation of time. The material is like jade and wood, with exquisite patterns carved on it. It seems to be the silhouette of a city, but it is incomplete and damaged.
"What's the name of this sword?" "Qingxu."
Cang~
Yu Zijian held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword with his backhand. The familiar groan sounded in his ears for a long time. There was not a hint of aura, but Jian Guangru seemed to bring Changhong Qiushui into it.
"Good sword!"
The expression of the man in Tsing Yi was even more surprised, even shocked, than when he saw Yu Zijian just now.
"After reading it, I should go." Yu Zijian returned the sword to the brand, reluctantly tossing it back to the man in Tsing Yi.
The man in Tsing Yi stood up, "Can you wait for me here?" At this time, the afterglow on the horizon had begun to converge.
"No way, I have something to do." Yu Zijian bounced away, asking me to wait for you, what a weird person!
"What's your name?"
"My name is Yu Zijian." Yu Zijian said without turning his head.
"My name is Fu Qingjin." Yu Zijian had gone out of the ruins, entered the dense forest, and disappeared. Fu Qingjin's voice dropped as if talking to himself.
Being able to step in and out of the illusion of Qingxu at will, and draw out the sword of Qingxu, the elder Tianji didn’t say anything.
…,
The first star was shining in the sky, and his eyes were as bright as a star.
The surrounding scene suddenly distorted like a mirage, disappeared and dispersed, only the pond was still there, reflecting the surrounding black shade.
Fu Qingjin's eyes crossed the heavy woods, and looked towards the hall on the top of the mountain.
In the dark hall, there was only a lone lamp, illuminating the square inch of the ground. The old people of Sanshan sat around the lone lamp. They remembered the reminder of huā's praise and did not dare to separate, lest they would be broken by everyone.
Outside the main hall, the disciples of various factions are waiting, not to help, but as soon as they hear the movement, they immediately go to huā to praise and report.
With a flash of blue light, the elderly Sanshan suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment had changed. They were in a ruin with an endless night sky and stars full of stars.
"When!" The old man Jinji was shocked.
"There are three of you waiting here, which saved me a lot of trouble."
A voice came from behind, and the three of them turned around at the same time, and saw a man in Tsing Yi walking down the high steps, young and old, lonely and noble.
The old man Qingteng said: "You...you are!"
"What I should say, the huā leader has told you!" Fu Qingyan said calmly, as if he was tired even explaining the reasons.
The three days showed a triangular combat strength, although they were old rivals for many years, they were perfectly matched together.
"I didn't come for the foundation of Sanshan, nor is my mission here to win over you." The old man of Sanshan breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.
"However, it is better to win you first, rest assured, I won't hurt you." The old man Sanshan felt angry before he had time, and the light of the fireflies turned into ten thousand strands of green silk and flew away.
After a while, the Sanshan old man walked out of the hall, and the door of the hall was closed tightly behind them.
"Master, do you want to keep on guarding?"
"No need, go down." The old man Qingteng said tiredly. The three exchanged glances. Among them, there seemed to be an undispelled panic, and a little bit of a sudden. No wonder Huā Chengchan came to personally inform that person's mission. It turned out to be the Hidden Sword Palace, and it was as decisive as the legend. But if this is really done, the day is in danger, it is not alarmist.
The old man Qingteng said: "Two, please go back to rest and get ready! The medicinal gathering ceremony is about to begin."
The deep arrow pit, like a huge hollow eye, looked at the sky.
Looking back at this huge eye with nearly a thousand pairs of eyes, it was full of excitement, desire, and fear.
The cold wind screamed, and everyone was talking about it.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the elderly Sanshan came to the side of the tiankeng surrounded by everyone.
The old man Qingteng took the lead to start the formation. Everyone could vaguely see, a piece of light film spread out.
The golden rooster burst out from his hands, and the snow in the sinkhole quickly smiled. There are more than a dozen dark cave openings below, which are the entrances to the medicinal gathering ceremony, leading to various places under the ground.
Everyone couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, which instantly covered the sound of wind.
The old man Qingteng cleared his throat: "All the Taoists gathered here to go to the Sanshan Medicine Collection Ceremony. The old man and the Jinji lonely grave are two Taoists. It is a great honor..." More than a dozen eagles and wolves led by Wu Gen crossed the edges. During the break-up period, he constantly looked at the people around him, as if to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to get involved in the ceremony.
The Sanshan disciples were divided into three groups, standing behind their respective heads, and then [freely] forming small groups.
Because of the success of the previous medicinal gathering ceremony, almost all of the Sanshan disciples were dispatched. It is impossible for hundreds of Qi refiners to move forward together. When they encounter a fork in the ground, they will naturally separate.
Yu Zijian probed her head in it, and suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder. She turned her head hurriedly and said in surprise: "Chenglu, why are you here?" , Be careful to let my brother hear, I can’t worry about you, go down with you and have a look.” Mu Zhicong suddenly said loudly: “Miss Huā, you are not our Qingtengshan disciple, please don’t stand with us, if you want to participate The ceremony, you can go to the casual cultivator team over there!" Everyone looked over, Huā Chenglu angrily pointed Mu Zhicong: "You" suddenly felt that the neckline was tight, and when I turned around, it was Huā Chengzhang who reprimanded him. : "Don't be fooling around!" He took huā Chenglu and left, and then led Yu Zijian, "I wish you good luck. ...
Huā Chenglu shouted: "Zijian, be careful!" Mu Zhicong said softly: "Don't worry, Zijian, I will definitely protect you." Yu Zijian was about to speak, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing. Among the crowd, it was the man in Tsing Yi who was fishing by the pond. He changed into Qingteng Mountain's clothes, and the breath that exuded was the fourth layer of Qi refining.
There was just one person standing there, not talking to anyone around, for some reason, other people seemed to have not noticed him, feeling Yu Zijian's gaze, turning his head and smiling slightly.
Yu Zijian asked strangely: "Senior Brother Mu, when will Qingtengshan have a new disciple?"
"What new disciple?" Mu Zhicong followed Yu Zijian's gaze, a piece of green clothing fluttered, and Fu Qingjin's figure had disappeared.
Yu Zijian touched his head: "It's really strange!"
At this time, the old man Qingteng finished his speech. The old man Sanshan exchanged glances and nodded at the same time. He did not look at Fu Qingjun from beginning to end, let alone show any strange expression.
Huā Chengzan, who had been in the crowd, watching their expressions from afar, he sighed slightly.
The old man of Sanshan said at the same time: "The ceremony of collecting medicine in Sanshan has officially begun!"
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