I Just Want To Be Quiet

In the entire conference hall, there was silence for a moment, and silence enveloped the audience.

After a while, someone slowly said: "I have seen the photo, the sword of the Sword God is already very strong."

"But that Pei Ling's knife is actually stronger than Sword God!"

A Taishang elder who looked like a teenager looked around the four seats and said, "Pei Ling majored in the Dao of the Sword, and his magic power has become a climate."

"This time with the sword god, Fang Xian's foundation, the magical powers he originally used were all under his swordsmanship. This is basically a sword demon!"

Everyone else nodded, and a middle-aged Taishang elder said solemnly: "The next person Pei Ling will challenge is definitely the mountain master."

"I have five sects of the righteous way, and four have already been defeated by him."

"This battle of the mountain master... must not be defeated again!"

The elder Taishang, who looked like a teenager, frowned and said, "This time, the battle between Sword God and Pei Ling is ahead of schedule, and the mountain master is still in retreat, but I don't know if the time will be too late..."

Everyone looked at each other, and the old man in plain clothes and sandals immediately said, "This is the last battle of my righteous path, so don't rush into battle."

"If Pei Ling comes too soon, let him wait a few more days."

The middle-aged elder Taishang nodded slightly: "After Pei Ling enters my Jiuyi Mountain Realm, he will need a good reception."

"You can make him wait a little longer, but I can't lose my righteous manners."

Everyone heard the words and nodded yes.

After that, a female Supreme Elder sighed slightly: "There is only so much we can do now."

"Next, wait for the mountain master to leave the customs."

Everyone was silent for a moment, all speechless, and soon dispersed silently...

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Cold Dark Sword Sect.

Appreciate the peak.

This is a mountain with red leaves all over the mountain, and it is particularly bright and bright among the mountains.

The top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds, the waterfall is hanging down the sky, the auspicious animals and birds roam freely, and the wildness is full of fun.

mountain top.

Several ancient pine trees can only be hugged by several people, a thatched hut that has been built for many years. The thick thatched roof and the moss-covered ground in front of the house are full of pine needles interlaced with green and yellow.

The peculiar fragrance of pine, mixed with the chilly chill, slowly disperses, clear and mellow, like a long-storage aged wine.

At this moment, in the hut, the curtains were half rolled, and the half-open window lattice reflected a slender and thin figure.

His blue silk is high, with a wooden hairpin inserted obliquely, and his blue clothes are white with no rings. The plain skirt is more elegant, and his face is like the first snow. Looking bright and bright, it is like a snow lotus that has been blooming for a long time in the long red dust.

The female cultivator's body is cold and cold, and it is integrated with the wind on the top of the mountain, the ancient pines, and the thatched hut.

At this moment, he was holding a flying sword that was as clear as clear water, but he was in a trance.

This is Senior Brother Wei Duanju's life sword, Guimeng Sword!

It was a long, long time ago that Senior Brother Wei left the Frost and Dark Sword Sect. After so many years, she still clearly remembered every word the other party had said to her.

The passage of time, the years are long, and many people and things have been obliterated.

But the little bit of getting along with my senior brother in those days, not only has not faded, but in the memory over and over again, it has become more and more profound and vivid...

Yuan Shu returned to the dream for two long, only empty bed enemy Su Qiu. Moss and mangroves under the steps, sadness in the rain and the moon... This poem is the source of the taboo of the brother's name. 【Note】

That year, the senior brother climbed Qijian Mountain and was recognized by Feijian. All the fellow students congratulated him. On the other hand, she took the initiative to choose a name for Feijian with her fashionable and chaotic feelings when she was young.

Brother Wei didn't care about such a thing, and felt that the word "guimeng" was acceptable, so this sword of life that accompanied the brother from birth to death was called the sword of Guimeng.

It is precisely because of this matter that Yan Sichun always feels that his brother may not be ruthless towards him...

He just wants to pursue the Dao more, maybe he hasn't seen his heart clearly, or he just doesn't understand the style... All in all, the monk has a long time, and she has a lot of time to wait, to wait...

However, who would have thought that after such a long period of time, after the vicissitudes of life, after a long wait, the only thing that came back was the opponent's sword...

Returning to the dream, returning to the dream... The return is really just an illusory dream...

The wind is bitter, the pine needles are falling like a shower, thousands of green threads are running through the window lattices, and the rustling sound of the roof is very familiar, like those rainy nights that we passed together many years ago, and like the pouring sky that came alone after the people left. , the sound of the wind whimpered from somewhere, the pale blue blood vessels reflected on the back of the plain white hand, Yan Sichun gently stroked the sword of Guimeng Sword, his eyes dazed.

The brilliance of the flying sword still exists, and the spirituality has not been dissipated, but the sword spirit has been seriously eroded by the death energy of You Su Tomb.

However, this is Senior Brother Wei's sword, no matter what, she must restore it to its original state!

Just as he was thinking, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the hut.

Soon, a female cultivator in a splendid dress and hair with a golden ring walked in, her eyes were bright, bright like stars, sword intent lingered all over her body, she walked vigorously, saw Yan Sichun, and immediately saluted respectfully: "Master, The Su Zhentian Elder Qi Taishang came, and he brought the news of the battle between the suzerain and the demon cultivator Pei Ling..."

Listening to the disciple's words, Yan Sichun came back to her senses, she put away the flying sword, looked at the descendant in front of her and asked, "The sect master is defeated, right?"

The female cultivator was stunned, Master already knew?

After being surprised for a while, he quickly recovered and immediately replied: "Yes..."

"Elder Qi Taishang also said that the sect master is now healing in the Five Colors Valley, with the queen of the greedy dynasty guarding the law."

Yan Sichun nodded slightly, if the sect master wins, he will return to the sect by himself, so there is no need for Su Zhentian to come to Hananjian sect to report.

In this situation, the Sect Master must have lost, and the Sect Master's injury is definitely not light!

Thinking of this, she said slowly: "I know, you can go to practice."

The female cultivator immediately responded, "Yes!"

Immediately bow down.

In the midst of the ancient pine and the cold, Yan Sichun slowly got up. The Sect Master of the Cold Dark Sword Sect was seriously injured. She had to go to protect the law just in case.

Although the Wuse Valley already has the queen of the greedy dynasty, Jianzong knows about this, and as an elder, she can't do nothing.

Besides, where did Senior Brother Wei's sword come from, she also had to ask the Sect Master...

When his thoughts turned, Yan Sichun instantly turned into a sword light, which instantly penetrated the rain curtain of thousands of pine needles, swept across the sky, and escaped from the Frost Dark Sword Sect.

[Note] Li Shangyin [Tang Dynasty] "Duanju".