Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen tidied up their clothes and went to the main peak of Tianjianzong. The main peak was not as magnificent as it was later, it was just a main hall. Xuanhua was sitting on the first seat of the main hall, and there was a circle of people sitting beside it. Qin Zichen recognized that they were all masters who either ascended or lived in Nanshan to practice. One thousand years later, the Heavenly Sword Sect has two tribulation-crossing stages, three Mahayana stages, seven body-integrating stages, and eighteen elders in the out-of-body stage, making it the largest sect in the cultivation world. However, at this moment, Tianjianzong only has Xuanhua's one-fit period, and the other six sitting people are no match for Yuanying. These six people turned out to be the master of the six peaks, and the masters of the six younger brothers behind him.
At this moment, except for Bai Fuchen, none of the six senior brothers and sisters entered the door, and Bai Fuchen had barely stepped into the late stage of foundation establishment, standing respectfully behind his master Bai Ning.
Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen walked in, and after saluting with everyone, Xuanhua smiled and patted the futon beside him and said, "Qingxu, Liuhui, sit here."
After the two sat down according to Xuan Hua's instructions, Xuan Hua sighed and said: "Qing Xu, Liu Hui, you two have just returned to the sect, so I'm afraid I don't know the situation, so I will tell you first. A few days ago, my faction together with Xingyunmen, Huanyingong, Yijianmen, and Hehuangong found five spiritual veins in Wanku Valley. These spiritual veins have just formed and are full of spiritual energy. Our five factions plan to move the spiritual veins. When I came to my own sect, I didn't want to accidentally disturb the Lingxiao Sect and Xiuhuagu during the process of moving the pulse. There are four elders in Qiaoqi, and the two factions plan to snatch the spirit vein and go back to share it equally. Now that the spirit vein has not been fully integrated with our Tianjianzong, the two factions have suffered a lot, and I am afraid they will bring people back to fight again soon .”
"Dare to ask the head, how long will it take for the spiritual veins to fully merge?"
Qin Zichen rubbed the long sword in his hand, Xuan Hua sighed, shook his head and said: "This is exactly our difficulty. It may take a hundred years for this spiritual vein to be fully formed."
"So everyone, we must speed up our practice and keep this spiritual vein for a hundred years. Do you have confidence?"
"We sword cultivators, when confronted with the strong, will become stronger, so let's use these people as whetstones, sharpen your sword and sharpen your heart!" Bai Ning laughed loudly, and everyone present laughed. Xuan Hua was not very optimistic, turned to look at Qin Zichen, and sighed: "Qingxu, although you are a Nascent Soul, according to my observation, your sword intent should be above the body. Are you sure that you will be able to deal with Qi Qi?" monk?"
"Yes." Qin Zichen nodded.
After getting Qin Zichen's answer, Xuan Hua felt relieved, turned his head to look at Liu Hui, and showed a gentle smile: "Fellow Liu Hui, your Nebula Sect is good at formations, and you can defeat ten thousand with one enemy. The current situation is good. I don't know. Can you, for Qingxu's sake, stay with the Heavenly Sword Sect and give me a hand in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"
"Senior invites you, how dare you shirk it, but if Xingyun Sect is in trouble..."
"My Heavenly Sword Sect is of the same spirit, and I will definitely not embarrass fellow Taoists."
Su Qingyi heaved a sigh of relief after getting Xuanhua's guarantee, and Xuanhua said again: "I invited my friends to build this mountain protection formation when the sect was established. Little friend, can you be sure to change the formation, and to what extent can you go after changing the formation?"
"If Tianjianzong is willing to change Liuhui's formation in fifty years," Su Qingyi has a lot of experience in the talisman formation, and slowly said with a smile: "Liuhui is confident that he can change the mountain guard who can resist the tribulation period." formation."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hua showed an excited expression: "If it is true, I will be very grateful..."
"But this junior has something to ask for." Su Qingyi took the opportunity to cup his hands and said, "Now that the sword sect's spiritual veins have been obtained today, you must meet the standards of a great sect. This junior wants to ask for a peak for Qingxu as a dojo. From then on, for Tianjian I don't know if it is possible to have an independent branch under the clan name?"
Listening to Su Qingyi's words, Xuan Hua nodded, and said seriously: "It's different today. Today, Jianzong should recruit more disciples and become an independent peak. Not only Qingxu, but all juniors," Xuan Hua glanced at the crowd, and smiled Said: "It's better to choose a peak each, and start building peaks to recruit disciples."
As he said that, Xuanhua laughed loudly: "I, Tianjianzong, should also have the appearance of a big sect."
"Senior brother is absolutely right!" Fifth junior brother Feng Cheng laughed loudly, and everyone followed each other to describe the future of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They spoke impassionedly. If other people heard it, they would probably think that everyone here was dreaming. However, Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect a thousand years later would be better than they imagined.
But they couldn't be happy, knowing the origin of the spirit pulse, they couldn't plan the future with peace of mind like the people present.
The two remained silent until they had finished speaking before retreating. After returning to Asking Sword Peak, Su Qingyi suddenly said, "Zichen, after you go back, will you go see Patriarch Xuanhua?"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, Su Qingyi thought for a while, and then asked: "See, what can you do?"
what to do
A thousand years have passed. They watched helplessly, they seemed to be unable to do anything except replace the past Qingxu and Liuhui to complete their life trajectory.
Qin Zichen didn't speak, he stood quietly in front of the cliff of asking swords, the mountain wind made his clothes rattle, his heart was complicated and agitated.
For so many years, the people under his sword were very simple.
Either a good guy or a bad guy. However, now, he suddenly discovered that there are too many people in between in this world. When he killed Ran Yan, he thought it was to ward off demons and defend the Tao, but when Su Qingyi became Ran Yan, he regretted that sword very much.
Now he holds a long sword in his hand, knowing right and wrong, but he can't lift the sword.
The moon climbed up from the top of the mountain little by little, just as he had seen in the past fifty years. One thousand years, ten thousand years, the sun rises and the moon sets, everything flows, people live and die, reincarnation is endless, Taoism and demons alternate, one grows and the other disappears. And what about this human heart? Is it also like this moon, which has remained unchanged for hundreds of years
If he went to question Xuan Hua after a thousand years, would Xuan Hua regret this thousand years of actions? If he regrets, is he a good person or a bad person? To chop or not to chop
If he doesn't regret it, should he be beheaded or not be beheaded
Qin Zichen's heart was agitated, and countless questions lingered in his mind.
Who should I ask these questions
Ask the heart, ask the sword, ask the boundless earth, ask the mortal world.
He drew his sword and walked towards the bright moon hanging high. The white jade sword burst into brilliance in his hand, and the sword intent rushed up to the relatively smooth cliff of Wenjian Peak at this time. The long sword of the sword cultivator on the entire mountain was buzzing, and the broken stones on the cliff were falling, making a roaring sound. Xuanhua sat in the house, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the cultivator in blue robe and white shirt The sword is like a swimming dragon, and on the cliff, there is a huge word "asking the sword".
With majestic force in the strokes, the sword intent rushed into the eyes of the monks present, and there seemed to be a small figure in front of everyone, showing exquisite sword skills in front of them.
The person who carved the letter fell back to the ground, and Su Qingyi's mind suddenly rang, "Ding - complete the task, protect the Heavenly Sword Sect, and build the Sword-Worshiping Peak. Reward: 3000 points."
"Host host, you are all amazing!"
The system's voice suddenly rang, but Su Qingyi didn't answer. She quietly looked at the cultivator with his back to her in front of him, his figure seemed to blend into the space between heaven and earth, and his body was lingering with sword energy.
Suddenly, she felt a feeling in her heart that this was the Qin Zichen she knew.
The legendary sword fairy, Qin Zichen.
"System," Su Qingyi sighed, "I finally understand what you said about spending 600 years to grind your mind. When we go back after 600 years, Qin Zichen won't directly ascend, right?"
"Probably not," the system thought for a while: "He can't break through. There were actually flaws when he broke through the Mahayana before, and it couldn't be reflected in the Mahayana period. When the Mahayana period reaches the tribulation period, he will definitely have problems. This time he will try again. Breaking through to Mahayana, I think he will grasp it himself, if it is not a perfect breakthrough, he will press it first."
"What's wrong with his state of mind?" Su Qingyi frowned. The system sighed and didn't reply. Qin Zichen stood on the edge of Wenjian Cliff for a while, then turned to look at Su Qingyi, and said gently, "It's late at night, go to sleep."
But after he finished speaking, he went to meditate on the futon, not intending to sleep at all. Su Qingyi thought about it, and sat down to meditate too. The Heavenly Sword Sect's spirit veins have just been moved here at this time, and the aura is rich, much better than the later generations. If you don't hurry up and practice at this time, when will you wait
Su Qingyi rested until the second day, then went out again and started to form formations.
When she went to Tianjianzong back then, she felt that the arrangement of this formation was very delicate, somewhat similar to her technique, and she had already firmly remembered it in her heart, so she directed the disciples of Tianjianzong to change it according to the formation in her memory.
It is difficult to deploy a large formation, which not only tests the ability of Fuxiu, but also is a huge project. It is very difficult to achieve this kind of large formation that takes advantage of the power of heaven and earth without a few decades.
Not long after, the Lingxiao faction and Xiuhuagu made a comeback, but relying on Su Qingyi's formation, Xuanhua and Qin Zichen were in charge, and they were successfully repelled almost every time.
In order to change the formation, Su Qingyi ran out every day, and Qin Zichen was waiting for her at Wenjianfeng. Every day when I come back, I can see him asking about Jianfeng. The setting sun elongated his figure, together with the beautiful mountain scenery, it gave her the tranquility of returning home every time.
Qin Zichen is a warm and restrained person. Most of the time, he just treats her silently, rarely says anything, and even less does anything. Occasionally he bows his head and kisses her, which makes people unexpectedly excited because of his usual restraint.
Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and the Lingxiao Sect and Xiuhuagu had already formed a feud with Tianjianzong. Even if they didn't come to harass Tianjianzong, the disciples of Tianjianzong would draw their swords to fight with them from time to time.
The situation gradually stabilized, Qin Zichen was about to retreat, but Lin Coffin suddenly came.
It was raining lightly on the day he came, he didn't hold an umbrella, the drizzle hit him, he was wearing a white jade mask, standing quietly at the gate of Wenjian Peak. When Su Qingyi opened the door and saw him, she was a little surprised: "Lin coffin?"
Lin Coffin didn't speak. After a long time, he suddenly said hoarsely: "Ran Yan, please help me."
Su Qingyi was slightly taken aback, and after a while, she turned sideways and said, "Go into the room."
Lin Coffin walked into the room and knelt on the futon. Qin Zichen quietly dried his clothes, and Su Qingyi brought hot tea to Lin Coffin. Lin Coffin quietly watched them doing this, without saying a word.
The fragrance of tea was overflowing, and Lin Coffin suddenly said: "There is really no way, let me get in touch with Mr. Chang?"
Su Qingyi pursed her lips, she thought for a while and said, "What's wrong?"
"I can't take it anymore..." Lin Coffin clenched his hands, his voice hoarse: "I thought... I thought I knew, I could bear it, but when I really saw... I couldn't take it anymore."
Su Qingyi didn't speak, she took the water mirror, threw Zhang Fu in, and saw Mei Changjun in the past.
After becoming an apprentice of Yin Yan, she went to practice with Yin Yan every day during the day, and only came back to see Shen Fei at night. The yin and yang path practiced in Yinyan has been in contact with evil spirits and fierce ghosts for a long time, and resentment has a great influence on people, so his temper is not good, and he often beats and scolds Mei Changjun. Sometimes it was because Mei Changjun practiced slowly, and sometimes it was simply because he was in a bad mood.
When you are in a bad mood, you hate to see others in a good mood. He doesn't like the vivid expressions of living people, and Mei Changjun has a cheerful temperament. In the first year of Chuchu's education, she was thrown back covered in blood within a few days.
No one in Penglai cares about her, cares about her, except Shen Fei.
She accepts the hell-like life in the hands of Yin Yan every day, and she will feel better when she sees Shen Fei at night.
At the beginning, when Shen Fei saw her covered in injuries, he went to find Yin Yan angrily, but was beaten half to death by Yin Yan. It frightened Mei Changjun. That night, when Shen Fei was lying on the bed and couldn't open his eyes, overwhelming fear struck Mei Changjun.
She couldn't imagine a life without Shen Fei, without Shen Fei, no one would treat her well, and no one would love her again. She lay on the bed crying and called Shen Fei's name in a low voice, then Lian Luo walked in.
Seeing her disciple seriously injured, Lian Luo's first reaction was to beat Mei Changjun to the ground.
"For something like you, only he will protect you if he is blind!"
The words mixed with applause were superimposed on the words of the mother crying back then.
"How did I give birth to a loser like you..."
"You killed me, killed me! Why aren't you a boy? I hate you, I want to strangle you."
"You little bastard, what are you! Did you touch your brother!"
"Even your parents don't love you, who do you expect to love you? Is there anyone who will treat you better than me? I gave birth to you, raised you, fed you and clothed you. You have to remember my kindness in return. No one will treat you better than me."
But there is Shen Fei.
And only Shen Fei.
Only he... will protect her, love her, regard her as a treasure, and never abandon her.
She has nothing, she only has Shen Fei.
That idea was deeply ingrained in her mind, and she secretly clenched her fists amid Lian Luo's beating and scolding.
That night, Shen Fei was taken away by Lian Luo, and she was the only one left in the whole yard.
Then Shen Fei never came back, just like she imagined, there was no color in her life anymore. After being tortured by the slander, she was thrown back into the yard, and no one took care of her anymore. She lay on the bed unable to move, had a high fever, and wanted to drink a sip of water, but no one fed her.
She could only call Shen Fei's name in a low voice, that name seemed to be no longer a person, but her god, her salvation.
Lin Coffin was hiding in the dark, quietly watching the young Mei Changjun covered in blood, calling Shen Fei's name in pain, slowly remembering that crazy night that year, she was the same, calling Shen Fei in despair fly name.
His heart seemed to be bitten by something, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore. When she was still unconscious, he brought water over and fed her in small mouthfuls.
The sweetness of the water in her mouth let Mei Changjun know that someone was coming, she panicked and grabbed the other person's sleeve, and said hoarsely: "Brother Shen Fei...don't go...don't leave me..."
Lin Coffin froze, his whole body trembled, but he didn't say a word, let go of Mei Changjun in a panic, and disappeared into the night.
With the first time, there will be the second time, and the third time.
Mei Changjun never knew of his existence, and he always silently helped her at night.
Shen Fei would come back once a month. When he came, Mei Changjun would put on the best clothes, tidy himself up, cover up all the wounds, stand in front of the door, and wait with a smile on his face. he.
He would ask her how she was doing in detail, and she would always say, very good, very good.
Occasionally, when I heard the negative words, or saw them sitting together, when Mei Changjun was smiling, he would smile and ask the next day: "Very happy? Master is in Abi Hell, but you are so happy , how can this be good?"
Then they would take out the instruments of torture and try them on Mei Changjun one by one.
"Good apprentice," Yin Yan said softly: "Don't go to see Shen Fei, give up on him, I will never beat you again, huh?"
"Hit me," Mei Changjun raised his head, and replied softly, "If you beat me to death, I will go to see him too."
Therefore, every meeting with Shen Fei was almost in exchange for endless pain, which became more and more precious.
Shen Fei grew up day by day, becoming more and more handsome. He has good talent, but within ten years, he is already a half-step Golden Core, reaching the peak of Foundation Establishment. However, Mei Changjun is still only at the ninth level of Qi refining, and his aptitude is neither high nor low, so he is neither good nor bad in the sect.
Many female cultivators surrounded Shen Fei, but Shen Fei only smiled faintly, then waved to Mei Changjun in the crowd, and said, "Chang Jun, come here."
The female cultivators were dissatisfied with her specialness, and often played tricks secretly, Mei Changjun didn't care, it was always so difficult for her to get close to Shen Fei. With the negative words in front, the methods of these female cultivators are nothing.
When Mei Changjun was fourteen years old, Shen Fei happened to be crowned. At this time, he was already the best disciple in Penglai. Lianluo specially invited people to attend his grand coronation ceremony.
That day, he was dressed in a black dress and his black hair was loose. He knelt on a high platform, lowered his head to let the elders comb his hair, and then put the jade crown on his head. Everyone looked up at her, and she stood in the corner, watching his perfect and graceful movements, and felt that he seemed to be an unattainable bright moon in her heart, which she would always look up to and guard.
When he stood up, everyone cheered his name, but he didn't change his face, with a dignified smile, he swept everyone one by one, and then when his eyes fell on Mei Changjun, he suddenly smiled Open, like spring flowers bloom. Everyone was surprised why he suddenly smiled, but Mei Changjun only knew one thing.
He looked at himself, the same as when he was young, no different.
She has always been the one and only Mei Changjun in his heart.
That night, when she went back to the yard, she saw Shen Fei standing in the yard waiting for her.
He already looks so good-looking, with all his eyebrows open, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with sharp edges and corners, and the mountains and water in his eyes seem to encompass the endless sky.
Mei Changjun stared at him blankly, he raised his hand, folded off the peach blossom in front of him, turned around, walked up to Mei Changjun, and handed the peach blossom to her.
"Master, here you are."
Mei Changjun didn't speak, she looked down at the peach blossom that was in full bloom, and suddenly understood something in her heart.
"Brother Shen Fei, you won't abandon me, will you?"
Shen Fei smiled, and said softly: "Yes."
"I'm your family, right?"
"right."
"They and I..." Mei Changjun pursed his lips tightly, but did not say the following words. However, Shen Fei seemed to understand something, laughed loudly, pulled her into his arms, and said gently: "It's different. You are different from all of them."
"Mr. Chang," Shen Fei closed his eyes and sighed, "You are still too young."
"But, I will be old next year." Mei Changjun raised his head and looked at him seriously: "Next year, I will be able to get married."
Shen Fei didn't speak, he was taken aback for a moment, then sighed softly: "Yes, next year, you will grow up, my little Changjun."
After speaking, he let go of her, turned and left.
After that year, he didn't come to see her again.
But it doesn't matter, he has already become her obsession. No one can stop her.
Yin Yan's eyes became more and more sinister. The other disciples didn't like Yin Yan, and even hated her. If it was better, they would ignore her. If it was bad, they would directly fight her.
She was often mobbed and beaten, and she never spoke. When she came back with injuries all over her body, Lin Coffin quietly applied medicine to her at night, and then looked at her eyebrows for the whole night.
On the day she passed away, no one knew. She planned to forget about it at first, but when she opened the yard, she saw Shen Fei standing in the yard.
There seemed to be some struggle in his eyes, but he still walked over.
"Mr. Zhang," he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll add a hairpin for you."
Mei Changjun didn't speak, but when Shen Fei thought she couldn't speak, he suddenly saw her tears fall.
"I thought you forgot."
Shen Fei was silent, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly.
"How could I forget?"
As he said that, he took her hand and pulled her into the room, then combed and tied her hair.
Lin Coffin watched all this silently. After Shen Fei left and Mei Changjun fell asleep, he came to her simple dressing table and quietly put a jade hairpin into her cabinet.
It was a plum blossom hairpin polished by himself, using high-quality Kunlun jade. He originally thought that if no one came, he would give it to her.
But he forgot, there is also Shen Fei.
He remembered Shen Fei's feelings at this moment. At this moment, he was still seriously thinking about how to marry her.
Standing in front of Mei Changjun, Lin Coffin sighed in despair.
On the second day, Mei Changjun appeared in front of everyone with the jade hairpin that Shen Fei had given her. Qing Lai, the elder's daughter, saw her expression suddenly changed.
"Mei Changjun," Qing Rai rushed out suddenly, pointing at the hairpin on her head and said, "How can you steal something!"
"I didn't steal it." After following the negative words for a long time, Mei Changjun's demeanor also became gloomy and cold. Qing Rai sneered, and mocked: "This is Brother Shen's stuff, you didn't steal it, so could it be given by him? You give it back to me!"
"This is not yours." Mei Changjun reminded her. Qing Lai pulled out his sword suddenly, and said angrily: "This is what Senior Brother Shen is going to give me, you give it back to me!"
"This is mine." Mei Changjun seriously emphasized, and Qing Rai stabbed straight with his sword.
Mei Changjun never fought with them, because she always knew that she had no one standing behind her, so she never caused trouble. But this time, she made a move.
She manipulated the ghost and rushed towards Qing Rai, scratching Qing Rai's face. Qing Rai yelled loudly, and said angrily: "Give me back the jade hairpin! Mei Changjun, Senior Brother Shen has already retreated this time, let me see who else can help you!"
As he said that, a group of disciples rushed towards Mei Changjun, and Mei Changjun and the others began to fight. Everyone's target is her jade hairpin, she grabs the jade hairpin and won't let it go.
She was only in the Qi training period, and was beaten by a group of people in the foundation establishment period. After a few moves, she was powerless to fight back. She was beaten to the ground, clutching the hairpin in her hand tightly.
"Just cut off her hand."
Some disciples suggested.
Mei Changjun's eyes suddenly turned cold. Before everyone echoed and drew their swords, she finally made up her mind. She jumped up and used all her strength to summon all the wronged souls. Then, before everyone could react, she rushed towards the back mountain .
Everyone chased her closely, and a group of people chased her to the edge of Yinhun Cliff, which is said to be the place where Penglai's Yin energy is the most abundant, and there are millions of dead bones buried below.
"Since you want to die, then die thoroughly." Qing Lai slapped Mei Changjun with his palm, and Mei Changjun was sent flying straight away, falling straight into the Yinhun Cliff.
Lin Coffin couldn't bear it anymore, he caught Mei Changjun and fell into the cliff with her.
He didn't dare to take her up because he knew that this was what she was destined to do.
Mei Changjun was in his arms, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw the man in front of him, the moonlight robe with cirrus patterns, the white jade mask, and the warmth of his palms let her feel through her clothes. She just took one look at him and passed out.
While she was in a coma, Lin Coffin applied medicine to her to heal her wounds, secretly drew an exorcism spell on her hairpin, and then disappeared.
With that exorcism spell, Mei Changjun was finally not devoured by the ghosts in the valley. When she woke up, she saw that the endless plains and deserts were full of bones, and countless evil spirits and ghosts surrounded her, laughing and spinning around.
She was trembling all over. She was a practitioner of the Yin-Yang Dao, and she knew too well what the end of such a scene might be.
However, the strange thing is that none of these ghosts can get close to her, as if there is an invisible barrier around her, and these ghosts hit the barrier over and over again, and Mei Changjun immediately reacted, if these ghosts can't hurt her, then this This is her big opportunity.
She immediately sat down cross-legged and began to circulate her spiritual power. The spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang Dao attracted ghosts to rush towards her desperately, and the resentment became her best nourishment. In one or two days, the effect of the exorcism spell left by Lin Coffin gradually dissipated. Mei Changjun also noticed this, looking at these ghosts, he simply made a decision.
In this valley of thousands of ghosts, either people eat ghosts, or ghosts eat people.
She wants to become stronger and survive. If she is alive, Shen Fei will definitely come to save her.
She waits for him.
So she took the initiative to break the barrier, rushed towards a ghost, grabbed the other's neck, and bit it!
At the same time, countless wronged souls overwhelmed her, they devoured her flesh and blood, she devoured their souls, and used their souls to nourish her body.
Like a wild beast, she refused to listen and bit these souls. The flesh and blood on her body grew rapidly, and almost at the moment of growth, she would be crushed and swallowed into the belly of these souls.
Such a barbaric and sinister cultivation technique made Lin Coffin tremble in the dark.
He wanted to go out and save her, he wanted to go out and help her. Looking at her body dripping with blood and leaving only a skeleton, he felt that this was Ling Chi in his heart.
The pain of being bitten made Mei Changjun howl continuously, and she almost lost consciousness. He only knows how to bite the ghost in front of him without listening.
She only had one thought, that Shen Fei would come to rescue her.
Shen Fei will definitely come.
"But I know," Lin Coffin closed his eyes in pain, looked at the bloody skeleton in the water mirror, trembling: "Shen Fei didn't come."
No one will come.