The senior sister of the Sword Sect, Zi Miaozhu, stared at her eyes like a big pearl, showing a strong hostility. She seemed to have forgotten Zhu Minglang's existence, but stared at Nan Lingsha.

Nan Lingsha was not afraid of her, but just looked at her like that.

The disciples of the Sword Sect on the side were stunned and their eyes looked at Zhu Minglang carefully again, without thinking that this man had any great ability to make their senior sister burst into jealousy in front of everyone!

"Junior sister, I have something important to tell my grandfather, so don't be confused about such issues." Zhu Minglang said.

"Yes, I won't bother her. She will be small, and I will be big." Zi Miaozhu said.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!!!"

The swords that were floating beside the disciples of the Sword Sect suddenly fell to the ground, without a trace of sword heart, and scattered on the ground in a mess, just like the heartbreaking voices of these disciples!

Senior sister, Senior sister Zi Miaozhu...

Why did the goddess of our Sword Sect compromise so much in front of an unknown man?

"Junior sister, don't make trouble. First of all, I have no matchmaking appointment with you, nor have I ever had a relationship, but my senior brother and sister are very ordinary. Secondly, Nan Lingsha is not my partner, she is just a god-like person who walks with me. What she said just now is just to test your friendship with me." Zhu Minglang said seriously.

"She is not your partner?" asked the senior sister Zi Miaozhu.

"No." Zhu Minglang replied seriously.

"That's almost the same..." Senior sister Zi Miaozhu breathed a long sigh of relief, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

The disciples on the side had just picked up the sword, but they fell all over the ground again, with jingling sounds.

Senior sister, you didn’t notice that you were rejected just now!

"Where is the grandfather?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Here, Master Xuehen is here too." Zi Miaozhu replied.

"good."

...

Zi Miaozhu's mood was also unpredictable. She was so hostile just now that she was like a little sister who had seen her brother whom she hadn't seen for many years, chatting intimately beside her.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who accompanied them couldn't even close their chins. They probably hadn't heard the elder sister Zi Miaozhu say so many things in the years they had in Yaoshan Sword Sect.

Is this what the goddess looks like in front of others?

But this person is so majestic and has a fairy-like appearance, but he doesn't look very different from his disciples. On the contrary, the woman wearing a veil has a great temperament and elegant posture. Even if she covers her appearance, she can feel her stunning and sensuality. She probably has the appearance above the elder sister...

But as a sword cultivator, how can you just focus on a person's appearance? The red and pink skeleton, the senior sister Zi Miaozhu, who is strong, decisive in dealing with things and both moral character, is the bright moon in the sky!

"So brother, do you think there is no god-mortal person in this world who is your opponent, so you lose this boring ability and become a dragon shepherd and experience another extraordinary life?" Senior sister Zi Miaozhu asked with her eyes flashing.

"..." Zhu Minglang really doesn't know how to answer.

In fact, he left Yaoshan Sword Sect at the age of fifteen. At that time, Zi Miaozhu was only fourteen years old. Although he had met several times in the following years, he had not been together for long.

The problem is that no matter how many years have passed, she seems to have a cognition of herself that is better than her in everything, as if she has always been a legendary boy from the Sword Sect.

But after leaving the Sword Sect, the world is beyond imagination.

What's more, the world people see is just the tip of the iceberg. Even if it is brilliant at a certain period, time is passing by, how can it be truly invincible in the world?

When you arrive at a mountain pass, there are several long roads of mountains and forests, paved with wide jade white steps, and each one has stone cups on both sides. At night, bright light will emanate from it, illuminating the entire path towards the mountain.

However, there was one road that obviously did not have these carved stone lamps. The road was even covered with fallen leaves and some weeds in the distance, which seemed to have been cleaned for a long time.

A stone tablet stands at this intersection with three words "Gei Jianlin".

Zhu Minglang stopped here, looking at him, as if he wanted to see the deeper forest.

However, the pine and bamboo are lush and arranged in an orderly manner, making it difficult to see further places.

"Senior brother, something strange happened to Qi Jianlin. It has scared the souls of countless disciples away. Even I dare not step in easily. The sword masters and teachers in the Sword Sect also went to investigate, but found nothing. The strange things seemed to have been hidden." Zi Miaozhu said.

"That's right? The Qi Jianlin is like a ghost. There has been no one living there for many years. Once, some of our little sword disciples threw some broken and rusty swords inside, but after returning, they were unconscious for a few days..." said the long-browed disciple.

Qi Jianlin, where Zhu Minglang was so familiar that at this intersection, the hardships of the past surged in my mind.

Practice time and time, exhausted again and again, and started over again...

When I was a child or a teenager, I might not have remembered my deepest memory, but the abandoned sword forest seemed to be more like an old house in the ancestral house, with too many memories in it.

Every rust sword was stained with blood flowing after the cocoon broke through.

"Senior brother, are you going to have a look?" Zi Miaozhu asked.

"Let's go see Taigong later." Zhu Minglang took back his uneasy mood and spoke.

"Um."

...

Entering the main peak, you can see many stacked villas, built of various precious woods, with eaves like white clouds and columns like pine trees, which are grand and classical.

In Baiyun Villa, several sword cultivators were fighting on the mountain. They did not use a trace of sword energy. Just a sword-like duel gave people a thrilling and pleasing feeling.

When he entered the villa, Zhu Minglang saw an old man with white hair sitting upright on the Grand Master's chair. His face was full of wrinkles and his eyes were half-closed.

"Taigong, Zhu Minglang is here to see you." Zi Miaozhu said.

"What!" The old man with white hair almost bounced up on the chair and exclaimed, "I'm just taking a nap, why is my soul hooked by the underworld? Xiaolang, Xiaolang, I don't need you to visit me, where you should go, I want to live a few more years!"

Zhu Minglang's face is black and black.

The relationship between the Taigong thought he was meeting him in the underworld?
Chapter completed!