(The universe is a play and a sword. It is very famous. Where is the second place? I feel wronged... Please search for it yourself, and I won't take up the number of words here. In addition, this chapter title should have been used before, either the Dadao or other books, but it is indeed very suitable to use it in this chapter, so I continued to use it.)

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The upper and lower parts are called Yu, and the past and present are called Zhou.

Only with a sword can it cut off time and space can it be called the universe.

This name is extremely domineering.

The people in Jingyuan were surprised, and Zhuo Rusui was even more shocked and speechless.

All Qingshan disciples know the story of Jing Jiu's iron sword.

At that time, Master Mo Xian came to the end of his practice career and decided to return to Qingshan.

He copied classics from the peak for more than a hundred years, but his realm was not very high and his reputation was not obvious. Logically speaking, he would only leave a faint feeling of grief in the green mountains, and would gradually be forgotten. But when he came outside Yunxing Peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner sect, and Jing Jiu was there.

At that time, Jing Jiu suddenly asked for some reason: How is your sword?

Master Mo said that he hadn't used it for a long time, and there was a hidden regret in his words.

Jing Jiu said otherwise I would try it?

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Jing Jiu decided to inherit the sword.

In the eyes of many people in Qingshan, this is a very whimsical thing, because Master Mo Xian put the black iron sword at a very high place in the sword peak.

And that iron sword is very ordinary and nothing special.

Jing Jiu made this decision because the iron sword was very wide and could sit on it very comfortably. He felt that since this sword had devoted all his life to Qingshan like Nephew Mo, he should have a day of shining glory.

For the sake of this iron sword, Jing Jiu walked up to the sword peak and encountered many things there, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then today.

This iron sword is really ordinary. Not to mention that compared with the main sword of Qingshan Jiufeng Peak, even the flying swords of the disciples of Liangwangfeng Peak are far better than it.

No one knew what happened on the Iron Sword later.

Mei Huidao Zhan was trapped in the depths of the snow field, and the coldness invaded the bones. Jing Jiu burned the sword element and regarded the iron sword as a torch to illuminate the cave and warmed the Bai Zao in the cocoon of the sky. It was equivalent to tempering for six years. In the Demon-Suppressing Prison, the iron sword sank into the Bitan and was soaked in the extremely poisonous pond water for three years. You must know that it was Canglong's stomach.

The most important thing is that the iron sword is often tied to Jing Jiu on his back, and is always nourished by his sword's meaning, and has undergone a complete transformation. It is just the surface of the burnt sword body and the traces corroded by venom, which wraps the true body of the iron sword like soil. It also needs a suitable opportunity to truly show its edge.

Just today, Qilin's heavy shot fell on the Iron Sword's sword.

The purest divine power from ancient times shattered the sword dirt, like the finishing touch, awakening it.

The cold and empty universe front appears in the world.

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Zhuo Rusui looked at the ground and felt unable to calm down. The universe could break through the divine body of the Qilin and bear the pressure of the Qilin head on the front. She performed extremely extraordinaryly, and must be the level of the immortal sword. In the future, as Jing Jiu continued to improve in the Taoist world, he might become a peerless sword!

What did you say at the beginning?... This sword is not good... what's the use of an ugly sword...

The uncle of the junior master is right, whether this sword is not good, or his own vision is not good.

At this time, he heard the voice of Qilin again.

"This sword...is really good."

Qilin looked at the cosmic Feng in Jing Jiu's hand and said indifferently: "But if a person dies, what's the use of keeping a sword?"

Zhuo Rusui suddenly remembered the Uncle Mo from Shi Yuefeng. He has forgotten even the name of the Uncle, but he believes that with the appearance of the Uncle Yunfeng in the world, the name of the Uncle will definitely be remembered by many people again until many years later.

He looked at the shadow of Qilin on the ground and said seriously: "No, even if the person dies, as long as the sword remains, it will be there."

Before Qingshan Sword Cultivator dies, he often chooses to return to Qingshan.

Later, his junior disciple Cheng Jian, which made the sword shine brightly again.

What has been passed down from generation to generation is sword, Taoism, and the spirit of Qingshan.

The sword is the spirit of Qingshan.

As long as the sword is there, the green mountains are there.

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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the hall in the distance, staring at the scene in the Jingyuan, his cold eyes were full of envy, thinking that Gu Qing had such good luck.

When leaving Qingshan, Jing Jiu decided to let Gu Qing be the leader of the future. This was not important. What was important was that he wanted to change Gu Qing a good sword, and now the sword is coming.

The Qilin and Jing Jiu made such a big noise, which naturally alarmed many monks in Guocheng Temple. The temple kept making me cry and the formation was about to start. However, everyone was paying attention to the Jingyuan area, and no one noticed it squatting on the eaves.

"If you really want to kill Qilin, why don't you come here to squat in Jingyuan?"

A voice rang behind the white cat.

At some point, a young monk with a pretty face came to the eaves of Chenghua Hall and sat down next to it.

The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking look in his eyes, thinking that if I were there, how could this fight start today?

The young monk said seriously: "But Qilin knows you are here now."

"Meow? Do you think that cephalo deer will stop? Of course not. The ugly people in Yunmeng Mountain have a big temper. Even if they don't dare to kill Jing Jiu in front of so many people, they have to mess with him. In my judgment, Shi Lu thought that she would seriously injure Jing Jiu and then let him be retaliated by the immortal talisman, so that she would not have to take the blame."

"That's a good idea."

"Meow?" The white cat was very contemptuous, thinking that you didn't understand Jing Jiu too much: "That guy is the most sinister and cunning. Who can be so sinister? Apart from me, there must be other backup plans. Maybe you will kill this long deer."

A smile appeared on the young monk's face and asked, "Then why don't you go and help?"

"What is my identity and status? How can Qingshan Guards join forces with those younger generations to attack? If Qilin is really seriously injured by Jing Jiuyin later, I might as well attack it. If it is like when I was in the Demon Prison, I can't stand it."

The white cat thought about the blue dragon that died in front of him and meowed with regret.

It suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did it think so much and tell you this?

It turned around again and looked at the young monk. This time it turned very slowly, as if it was frozen by the cold wind.

"You'd better not take action, we can't afford to lose that person."

The young monk walked to it and sat down, his right hand fell naturally on top of his head, and then he touched it from beginning to end.

His movements were very skillful, as if he had touched them for hundreds of years.

The cat's hair that has been touched will generally be smoother, but at this time, the hair on the white cat's body exploded, and it kept fluttering in the cold wind, looking like a dandelion that was about to be blown away by the wind.

Hair blowout means anger, a precursor to battle, and more often it is because of fear.

The white cat's eyes were full of horror, and his pupils shrank into extremely small black rice grains. If you don't look carefully, you can't see clearly.

It could clearly scratch the young monk beside him with one claw, but... how dare it?

Just like in Bihu Peak, it could easily kill Jing Jiu, but it did not take action.

In just an instant, countless of the most filthy swear words appeared in the white cat's mind, and they could not be written in words.

Because its spirit is about to collapse.

But even so, it still took great care to put all the swear words on itself and fate, and did not dare to get involved in the young monk at all.

Qingshan guards the white ghosts and have always been known for their cruelty. Even the head of the sect doesn't care, but there are always objects of fear in the world.

At that time, it was less courageous than anyone else.

What it really fears is the brothers.

To be more precise, what it fears most is the senior brother. Because the senior brother is more capable of killing, more daring to kill, more sinister, more embarrassing, more cruel, more cruel, more intelligent, more conceited, more wonderful, more undefeated, more undefeated, more frustrated, more elegant, more majestic, more majestic, more...

"The word "beautiful and elegant" is good. Although I am not as good as him, I am always more agile than his dead face."

Young monks are naturally Yin San.

He smiled and said, "But you don't have to think so much to please me. My current state is really bad. You can try to kill me."

If a cat could cry, Liu Ada would definitely have shed tears in a river at this time.

After the rebirth of the brothers, they said the same thing when they first saw it.

At this time, it was finally completely certain that what I smelled on those sheets of paper a few years ago... it turned out to be the smell of a real person.

It smells so good.

It meowed twice gently, rubbed Yin San's feet, and his face was full of pleasing.

“It’s such a great place to watch the show.”

Yin San looked at Jingyuan in the distance on the other side of the mountain and smiled on his face.

The cold wind blew the monk's clothes, fluttering constantly, and then brought the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the countryside.

The story is not over yet.

Today has just begun.
To be continued...