Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Qingxia Mountain.

The place where Wanjian Xianzong is entrenched, has the reputation of the first cave in Wenzhou.

In the early morning, a group of outer sect disciples on duty were stationed at the mountain gate.

Su Yi stepped from a distance.

Shrinking into an inch, within a few steps, you have reached the front of the mountain gate.

Su Yi's figure was clearly in front of her eyes, but the outer disciples guarding the mountain gate were unaware.

Crash!

At the gate of the mountain, there is a pond surrounded by stone fences.

When Su Yi arrived, the water surface of the pond suddenly churned, and the head of a huge beast like a hill popped out.

The eyes of this beast are golden, like lanterns, with a single horn on its head.

A terrifying ferocity also pervaded.

The real beast—Xiezhi!

The real spirit of protecting the mountain of Wanjian Xianzong.

Before the Xianyun era, it was guarded at the mountain gate.

This beast has innate innate magical powers, can see into the false, and see through all the cover and disguise, which is extremely miraculous.

When its head popped out, a pair of golden eyes instantly looked at Su Yi.

"Shh!"

Su Yi raised a finger and placed it between his lips.

But the next moment, it suddenly froze.

Seeing Su Yi's palm stroke, a picture emerges—

In the picture, a man in a black robe, holding a baby-sized cub of Xiezhi in his arms, slowly put it into a pond.

After doing this, the black robe man said with a smile: "Little thing, you can show Lao Xu the mountain gate. I will come back to see you when there is a chance in the future."

In the pond, the Xiezhi cubs were playing happily. When he recovered, the man in black robe had disappeared.

The scene in the picture comes to an abrupt end here.

While witnessing this scene, the Xiezhi with its huge head sticking out in the pond was dumbfounded, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Su Yi smiled and said, "Little thing, I'll see you when I'm done."

After that, he walked into the gate of Qingxia Shenshan.

Crash!

The pond was tumbling, Xie Zhi shook his head, as if he was so excited that he wanted to say something, but he finally held back.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate were all alarmed, and they all looked at Xiezhi, their eyes full of astonishment.

"Ancestor, did you notice something?"

A disciple respectfully opened his mouth.

The disciples guarding the mountain gate looked at each other.

From the beginning to the end, no one noticed that there was already a person, walking into the mountain gate covered with heavy killing formations like a stroll in the courtyard!

…

Walking into Qingxia Sacred Mountain, Su Yi revisited the tour as usual, walking forward along a stone road winding between the mountains.

There are thirty-six peaks in Qingxia Sacred Mountain, like a large halberd emptying up.

The peaks are connected by a white jade bridge.

The core of Wanjian Xianzong is located above the central main peak.

Su Yi walked over there.

On the way forward, Su Yi also met many descendants of Wanjian Xianzong.

Even if you are close at hand and pass by, you will not notice it!

When passing by a dojo, Su Yi suddenly stopped.

In the dojo, there are thousands of teenagers and girls in their teens, wearing robes only for outside disciples, listening to a middle-aged preacher with a beard.

"Sword cultivation, cultivation is kendo, and training is state of mind!"

"Before you become a real sword cultivator, you must first ask yourself, what is the reason for embarking on the road of sword cultivating!"

"This is called questioning your heart! It may seem simple, but you will understand later that this first step will determine how far you can go in kendo in the future!"

…The bearded middle-aged man looked stern, and his voice was like a golden horse, resounding in all directions.

Those boys and girls all listened with bated breath.

Su Yi smiled.

Indeed, if you want to become a real sword cultivator, you must first ask your heart!

Seeing the boys and girls bathed in the morning light and listening to teachings, Su Yi suddenly remembered every previous life when he first embarked on the road of sword cultivation.

Half a sound, he shook his head and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the bearded middle-aged said solemnly: "My Wanjian Immortal Sect was one of the four major sword sects in the immortal world long before the age of immortality. The mighty kendo at the top!"

"In addition, in our sect, there is a sword tablet that all swordsmen all yearn for!"

"You must have heard that the sword tablet was left by Emperor Yongye, and it is engraved with the inheritance of thirteen supreme swordsmanship!"

When it comes to this, all the boys and girls present are looking forward to it.

The "Sword Stele" of Wanjian Xianzong is indeed famous all over the world, and it is the highest kendo treasure house in the eyes of swordsmen in the world!

Even before they entered the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, they had heard countless conversations from their elders!

A glimpse of the mystery of that sword monument!

A teenager couldn't help but ask: "Dare to ask the elders, when will we be able to comprehend the mystery of that sword tablet?"

Everyone else pricked up their ears.

The bearded middle-aged smiled.

He expected this.

In the long years of the past, he has taught many little guys who have just joined the sect. As long as he talks about the sword monument left by Emperor Yongye, it will inevitably attract countless amazement and curiosity .

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My knowledge of kendo has improved by leaps and bounds, and I have benefited a lot.”

There was an uproar in the arena.

Su Yi turned away quietly.

He suddenly realized something.

There may be some kind of change in the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, but most people in this Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect are still in the dark.

They are destined to not know, they are the reincarnation of Emperor Yongye.

Similarly, only the old guys from Wanjian Xianzong know the reason for the demise of the Biqi Spiritual Clan.

This can be seen from the words that the bearded middle-aged man said about the sword monument.

In the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect, most people have special feelings for the sword monument, and they admire the Emperor Evernight!

If they had known earlier that they were the reincarnation of Wang Ye, and their sect had dispatched immortal kings to hunt them down, how could they dare to talk about these things openly?

"Fortunately, there may be a problem with Wanjian Xianzong, but it is far from hopeless."

Su Yi secretly said.

He is finally in a better mood.

Thinking about it like this, Su Yi has followed the winding mountain road, crossed a white jade bridge that passes through the sky, and came to the mid-mountain of the central main peak.

The first thing that catches the eye is a magnificent ancient dojo.

It is paved with gray-blue boulders and has a range of 10,000 feet.

In the center of the dojo, stands a sword monument that is a thousand feet high!

The whole body of the sword tablet is black, like a divine sword standing in the sky. Under the morning light, it glows with a mysterious and illusory luster.

That is the sword monument that the swordsmen of the world yearn for in the years since ancient times!

It was built by Wang Ye himself back then, and it was engraved with thirteen swordsmanship. Since then, this sword tablet has also become one of the treasures of Wanjian Xianzong!

Su Yi put his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes to look at the sword monument, and some pictures from his previous life suddenly came to his mind like watching flowers on a horse.

At that time, Wang Ye, Jian Zun Jiutian, overwhelmed the world, like the supreme ruler of the fairy world, making everyone of the same generation in the world eclipsed!

At that time, the illusory world was still there, and the two of them used to drink happily under the sword monument, pointing the country.

Unfortunately, the times have changed and the sea has changed.

"Who are you, why didn't you come?"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

Under the sword monument in the distance, a thin old man got up, his eyes were like sharp swords, and he looked at Su Yi from a distance.

As soon as he arrived, he was noticed, Su Yi was not surprised.

He kept his breath all the way, hidden his whereabouts, and has come to the core hinterland of Wanjian Xianzong. If no one notices his whereabouts, it will also appear that Wanjian Xianzong is too unbearable.

In fact, the power of the forbidden formation covered by this central main peak is completely different from when Su Yi came here, and it was obviously re-arranged.

In such cases, it is almost impossible to sneak in without knowing it.

"Go and tell you the headmaster, just say I'm here, just to ask for a statement."

Su Yi walked into the dojo and said indifferently, "If he doesn't come to see me during the tea time, I will kill him all the way to the top of this mountain from here."

The skinny old man's complexion suddenly changed, as if unbelievable.

Su Yi took out the jug, took a sip, and said, "Su Yi."

Light and fluttering.

It could fall into the ears of the skinny old man, but like a thunderbolt, he froze all over, and his back was cold.

It was this guy!

He...he has sneaked into the core of their Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect without knowing it!

What is he doing here? .á6kδ

Want to take revenge?

For a time, the skinny old man's expression changed and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Su Yi glanced at this person and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill innocent people indiscriminately until I get the answer, go ahead."

"Please wait."

The skinny old man took a deep breath and walked away.

Su Yi came to the sword monument by himself and stared quietly.

The morning light poured out, pulling his lonely figure into a long shadow on the ground.