Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

On the other side, Ye Qing was sleeping very peacefully in the single bedroom, and the Yitian sword was hidden under the bed.

Unless they witnessed it with their own eyes, no one would suspect him.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During this period, there were constant messages from Daxi Province. After five days of investigation, the team led by Ning Yuqiu finally found clues and confirmed the mastermind of the whole incident, the Sanjue Demon Sect.

Following the clues, they pulled out three hidden points of the Demon Sect, killed more than a dozen Xuan-level enemies, two Earth-level enemies, and dozens of minions, but they failed to find the headquarters of the Three Absolute Demon Sect, but it was a shame. He avenged the people in Yangwei Escort.

The most important thing is that they learned the news of the death of Great Elder Tang Yuan from a middle-level figure in the Demon Sect.

This is the most exciting thing. Tang Yuan died in Huashan. No matter who the murderer is, everyone will default to the hidden strongman of Huashan.

For a moment, Huashan's prestige was greatly shaken, and the rest of the sects were shocked. They did not dare to underestimate Huashan, who was the last of the top ten sects.

But Momen was terrified, retreated overnight, and hid in the southwest desert of the Han Dynasty, not daring to show his head.

Tang Yuan's death also frightened the small sects near Mount Hua.

In recent years, some small sects believed that there were no heavenly masters in Huashan, and they secretly tripped Huashan and snatched benefits.

Now that this incident happened, how could anyone dare to provoke Huashan, admit their mistakes, and compensate them.

There are also some sects who take the initiative to come to please Huashan.

Huashan was in the limelight for a while.

And this expedition team, among the disciples, Lin Kun was the most dazzling, killing more than ten masters of the same level.

After returning to Mount Hua, after three days of mourning, he began to reward his meritorious deeds, and Lin Kun got the opportunity to enter the hidden sword pavilion to choose sword weapons.

Huashan disciples all worship him endlessly.

Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Ye Qing, the day went on as usual, but the only thing I found was that it seemed that Huashan's prestige was greatly shaken, which made the Dao Yun of each check-in location increase by 5% to 10%.

In addition, the encounter on Qianjian Peak and the feeling of being spied on made Ye Qing worried for several days. Fortunately, there was no crisis as expected.

But he didn't dare to step into Qianjian Peak until he found out the source of the peeping gaze.

"Thousand Sword Peak?"

"Martial nephew, why are you suddenly concerned about this?" Deacon Chen looked at Ye Qing strangely at Jiannuyuan, "Qianjian Peak is an important place in Mount Hua, and its secrets are beyond your ability to pry."

"This...I heard that Qian Jianfeng lost something, isn't it curious?"

"Curiosity killed the cat, hurry up and do something." Deacon Chen was like chasing flies, unwilling to reveal Qian Jianfeng's secret.

Ye Qing was not annoyed either, some things were not only known by the deacon.

It's just that I feel that the deacon is closer, so I think I will tell him.

Now it seems that he is thinking too much.

In the evening, he took three pots of good daughter Hong, and found Cheng Shuang, an outer martial uncle.

Nominally, he is an uncle, but because he is a disciple of the third generation, his seniority is here, but his strength is not as good as that of the elite disciples of the fourth generation of outer sect. He lost a hand and is very depressed.

When Ye Qing brought wine to the door, Cheng Shuang looked friendly for the sake of the good wine.

In the bamboo forest on the mountainside, on the stone platform, the broken-armed uncle poured wine into his mouth, "Sweet! It's been a long time since I drank such a good wine. You are not a little sword slave. You can't even get out of the mountain gate. Where did you get it?" Good wine?"

Ye Qing rolled his eyes, "I asked someone to buy it."

In fact, he slipped out of Mount Hua several times and visited nearby towns.

Cheng Shuang had a drink, so he didn't bother to ask, "Come on, drink!"

"I've heard for a long time about Master Lin's prestige. On the battlefield of the Three Kingdoms, he killed all directions. In order to save his fellow disciples, he even broke an arm. Even though my aptitude is not good, I yearn for legends and benevolent heroes the most, so I specially brought wine here. Visit the uncle, visit one or two.

"Uncle Master, don't worry too much, I think I have other plans." Ye Qing raised a pot of wine, pretending to be Xiaobai who yearned for the world, and flattered him.

For many years, Cheng Shuang, who has never been taken seriously, suddenly burst into tears, as if recalling the scenery of the year.

Immediately, he talked endlessly about the wars and strife among the three dynasties of Han, Qin, and Yuan, how the ten sects were coerced one after another, joined the battlefield, and the details of his broken arm.

School disputes and dynasty wars are all old things, Ye Qing has no interest at all.

When Cheng Shuang is getting better and better, and the drunkenness is getting deeper.

Only then did Ye Qing get to the point, "On the night of half a month ago, a major incident happened at Qianjian Peak. Have you heard about it? Something was lost in the sword grave."

"Hehe, if you lose it, you lose it. It's just a tasteless one. It's a pity to throw it away if it's tasteless."

"Oh? What tasteless?" Ye Qing asked knowingly.

"A demon sword, or evil sword, during the war, the Sanjue Demon Sect took advantage of the chaos to slaughter more than a dozen villages and towns, and refined it into a bloodthirsty evil sword. It can capture people's hearts, and only those with strong internal strength can resist it. For warriors below the ground level, it is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

"This is undoubtedly a magical weapon, one of the lifelong pursuits of swordsmen, but it is a pity that it is not in line with our righteous way.

"Huashan took a lot of trouble and invited a Wudang expert to arrange a feng shui formation on the sword grave to gather the will and sword intent of the predecessors' heroic swords, so as to curb the evil spirit of the magic sword and try to make it correct. It will take hundreds of years before it can be used for our own use, and we argued about it for a while back then."

The half-drunk uncle was unguarded.

Or maybe his strength has declined greatly over the years, he has experienced all kinds of changes, and he has become discouraged. Naturally, he doesn't pay much attention to the so-called secrets of Huashan. Who among the three generations of disciples doesn't know what's going on on Qianjian Peak?

It's nothing more than some people feel that it insults the decent image of Huashan's famous family, and they don't want to tell the four generations of disciples.

"I see. It is said that there is a tomb of heroes on Qianjian Peak... There are rumors that roars like wild animals often come from it."

"Heroes Tomb? Hahaha, this is worthy of the name, but it is not used to bury the bones of heroes, but to restrain our Huashan heroes."

"what!"

Ye Qing's face changed slightly, either he didn't think about the things that peeped at him that day, or it was in the Hero Tomb.

I thought there might be a strong person hidden inside.

But I never thought that it would be this kind of answer, the heroes of the Huashan Sword Sect were trapped in the Hero Tomb?

He quickly stopped and continued to listen.

"Didn't I say before that the reason for my broken arm was because of the Wuyuan Mountain incident? Back then, the Tianyin Sect connected with the Iron Armored Army of the Great Qin Dynasty and set up traps to lure us to Wuyuan Mountain.

"The terrain of Wuyuan Mountain is dangerous, we can only go in and out, they surrounded the foot of the mountain, holding the two main roads, we were trapped in Wuyuan Mountain.

"The enemy is too cunning to encircle but not attack, and when we run out of food and grass, they want to trap us alive and die, and even set fire to the mountain.

"We tried to break through the encirclement many times, but in the second breakthrough operation, in order to save a senior brother, my arm was ripped off by the Soul Severing Claw of Tianyin Sect.

"Master and uncles suffered heavy injuries one after another, and even died. We were about to be wiped out. At that time, our elder brother and the most eye-catching genius in Huashan, Yang Buji, stepped forward. He didn't know where he got the evil sword. Use the 'Mad Demon Art'!"

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