Legend of the Great Sage

Chapter Sixty: Before the Grand Ceremony (Part 2)

The long sword was placed horizontally on the marble table in the small courtyard. The westward sun burned the sea of ​​clouds into a sea of ​​clouds, which was reflected on the long and narrow sword edge. The ordinary long sword suddenly had a brilliant brilliance.

Yu Zijian squinted his eyes and squatted beside the stone table, staring straight at the sword.

The long sword is silent, motionless

Clang~

Yu Zijian stood up abruptly, the voice seemed to be clear in her ears, and seemed to come from the bottom of her heart. She stood up, opened the door, and walked into the green grassy path.

She was confused, as if she had fallen into a dream, involuntarily, involuntarily, as if something in her heart was calling her.

The path twists and turns a few times before it suddenly becomes clear. What is displayed in front of us is a piece of ruins, like the ruins of an ancient city.

The stone pillars supporting the main hall lie in the weeds. The hall has already collapsed. The statues have been corroded by the wind and rain, but the glory of the past can still be seen vaguely.

Is there such a place on Ivy Mountain?

A doubt arose in Yu Zijian's heart, but he forgot it in an instant.

The setting sun coated the ruins with a layer of bright red, no matter how numb and vulgar people are, they can't help but sigh here.

Walking among the ruins that are about to be submerged in green grass, she feels a feeling of returning to her hometown, like a princess in exile, and this is her hometown.

Turning around the white stone corridor surrounded by vines, she stopped suddenly.

A small pond is located surrounded by green trees, and the reflection of the western sun on the water surface is dyed into a gorgeous color.

A man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged on a boulder by the pond, his young and thin face was bearded with stubble, and there was a kind of vicissitudes only seen in the old people who had read the world. It's like a lonely king sitting on his collapsed throne, still reminiscing about the glory of the past and feeling sad about the decadence of the present.

He was fishing, but what he used was not a fishing rod, but a long sword. He was holding the hilt with both hands, and a thread of black hair was hanging straight from the top of the scabbard, sinking into the mirror-like pool.

Yu Zijian didn't look at this scene, didn't look at this person, just looked at this sword, as if he was insane, for no reason, he was certain in his heart,

The graceful long chant I heard just now came from this sword.

"Have you seen this sword?" The man in Tsing Yi turned his face and looked at her, showing some surprise.

Yu Zijian seemed to be awakened suddenly from a dream, looked around, almost asked himself why he was here, and was in a daze for a while: "I haven't seen it before, you are not a disciple of Ivy Mountain!"

Looking closely, although he is also dressed in Tsing Yi, it is very different from the servants of Ivy Mountain, and looks very old, just like the sword in his hand.

Tsing Yi said: "No, are you?"

Yu Zijian said: "Me neither, you are a guest invited to go up the mountain, fishing is not allowed on the mountain!"

"You are not a disciple of Ivy Mountain, so why bother with me?"

"I...forget it, go fishing, I'm going back, and I won't disturb you fishing." It's a bit inappropriate for the lonely man and widow to get along here, but their eyes never leave the sword. The familiar feeling is almost like It's the same as when I first saw Niu Juxia.

Tsing Yi said: "Want to see it?"

"Is it possible?" Before Yu Zijian finished speaking, the sword fell into her hand with a heavy weight, and the strand of black silk was automatically put into the scabbard.

The scabbard is dark blue, usually due to its own color, and the other half is due to the accumulation of time, the material is like jade or wood, with exquisite patterns carved on it, it seems to be the silhouette of a city, but it is incomplete.

"What's the name of this sword?"

"Qingxu."

Clang~

Yu Zijian grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with his backhand. The familiar humming sound really rang in his ears, which lasted for a long time. There wasn't a trace of spiritual light coming out, but Jian Guangru seemed to have absorbed Changhong Qiushui into it.

"Good sword!"

The expression of the man in Tsing Yi was even more surprised, even shocking, than when he saw Yu Zijian just now.

"It's over, I should go." Yu Zijian put the sword back into its sheath, and reluctantly threw 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 in the sky has begun to fade.

"No, I have something else to do." Yu Zijian bounced away, thinking who are you, you want me to wait for you, what a weirdo!

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Yu Zijian." Yu Zijian said without turning his head.

"I...my name is Fu Qingjin." Yu Zijian had left the ruins, entered the dense forest, and disappeared. Fu Qingjin's voice fell, as if he was talking to himself.

Being able to step in and out of the illusion of Qingxu at will, and to draw the sword of Qingxu, Elder Tianji is right...

The first star was bright 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 shadows.

Fu Qingjin looked over the dense trees and looked at the main hall at the top of the mountain.

In the dark hall, there was only a single lamp, illuminating the square inch of the land. Sanshan old men sat around the lamp, they remembered Hua Chengzan's reminder, and they dared not separate, lest they be broken one by one.

Outside the main hall, there were disciples from various sects waiting, not to help, but to report to Hua Chengzan as soon as they heard any movement.

With a flash of blue light, old man Sanshan suddenly realized that the surrounding environment had changed. They were in ruins, with the endless night sky above their heads full of stars.

"When!" The golden rooster old man turned pale with shock.

"The three of you are here to wait, saving me a lot of trouble."

A voice came from behind, and the three turned around at the same time, only to see 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 should be said, that Hua Commander told you all!" Fu Qingjin said calmly, as if he was tired of explaining the reason.

The three days form a triangular battle force, although they are old enemies for many years, they cooperate seamlessly.

"I didn't come here for Sanshan's foundation, and my mission is not to win you."

Elder Sanshan let out a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

"However, it's better to win over you first before acting. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

The old man Sanshan didn't have time to feel angry, the green firefly sword light turned into thousands of strands of black silk and flew towards him.

After a while, the old man Sanshan walked out of the hall, and the door of the hall was tightly closed behind them.

"Master, do you still want to keep it?"

"No need, let's go down." Ivy old man said a little tiredly,

The three of them exchanged glances, and it seemed that there was still fear that hadn't dissipated, and there was a little bit of a sudden, no wonder Hua Chengzan wanted to come to personally inform that the mission of that person was...

Hidden Sword Palace is indeed as decisive as in the legend. But if this is really achieved, the world will be in danger that day, and it is not alarmist talk.

The old man Qingteng said: "You two, please go back to rest and get ready! The herbal gathering ceremony is about to begin."

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The deep sinkhole looks like a huge empty eye, looking at the sky.

Nearly a thousand pairs of eyes, looking back at this giant eye, are full of excitement, longing, and fear.

The cold wind was howling, and the voices of the people could not be suppressed, and everyone was talking about it.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the old man Sanshan came to the side of the tiankeng surrounded by everyone.

The old man Qingteng took the lead and opened the formation. Everyone could vaguely see that a film of light spread out.

The golden rooster man's hands burst out with bright golden light, and the snow in the tiankeng smiled quickly. There are more than a dozen dark holes below. These holes are the entrances to the herbal gathering ceremony, leading to various places underground.

Everyone couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning, instantly covering up the sound of the wind.

The old man Qingteng cleared his throat: "Fellow daoists gathered here to go to the three mountains to gather medicine. It is a great honor for me and the two fellow daoists of Jinji Gufen..."

A dozen Eagle Wolf Guards headed by Wu Gen shuttled among the casual cultivators, constantly looking at the people around them, as if to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to sneak into the grand ceremony.

The Sanshan disciples were divided into three groups, standing behind their respective masters, and then freely formed into small groups.

Because of the success of the previous herbal gathering ceremony, almost all the disciples of the three mountains were mobilized. It is impossible for hundreds of Qi practitioners to mix and move forward. When they encounter a fork in the ground, they will naturally separate.

Yu Zijian was poking around in it, when suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder lightly, she hurriedly turned her head, and said in surprise, "Chenglu, why are you here?"

Hua Chenglu leaned over: "Shhh! Don't be so loud, let my brother hear it, I don't worry about you, let's go down with you and have a look."

Mu Zhicong suddenly said loudly: "Miss Hua, you are not our Ivy Mountain disciple, please don't stand with us, if you want to participate in the grand ceremony, you can go to the team of casual cultivators over there!"

Everyone looked over at the same time, Hua Chenglu pointed at Mu Zhicong angrily: "You..." Suddenly felt the neckline tighten, and turned around to see that it was Hua Chengzan, who reprimanded: "Don't mess around!" After leaving, he nodded to Yu Zijian and said, "I wish you good luck."

Hua Chenglu shouted loudly: "Zi Jian, be careful!"

Mu Zhicong said softly: "Don't worry, Zi Jian, I will definitely protect you."

Yu Zijian was about to speak when he suddenly saw a familiar figure standing among the crowd. It was the man in Tsing Yi who was fishing by the pond. He had changed into the clothes of Ivy Mountain, and his aura was the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Just standing there alone, not talking to anyone around, for some reason, other people seemed not to notice him, felt Yu Zijian's gaze, turned their heads and smiled slightly.

Yu Zijian asked strangely: "Brother Mu, when did Qingteng Mountain have a new disciple?"

"What new disciple?" Mu Zhicong followed Yu Zijian's gaze, and Fu Qingjin's figure disappeared.

Yu Zijian rubbed his head: "It's really strange!"

At this time, the old man Qingteng's speech was over, and the old man Sanshan exchanged glances and nodded at the same time. From the beginning to the end, he never looked at Fu Qingjin, let alone showed any strange expression.

Hua Chengzan, who had been in the crowd and watched their expressions from afar, heaved a sigh of relief.

Sanshan old man said at the same time: "The Sanshan Herb Collection Ceremony has officially begun!"

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