1.

Just as Ming Shaozhong and others said, before winter began, Qingyun Mountain was as frost as white as snow, withered everywhere and desolate.

This is clearly a trace of Chen Boyang's visit.

When I rushed to Qingyun Mountain, it seemed like I had experienced an extremely tragic battle here.

The ground was covered with blood and several injured disciples were wiping their tears and cleaning up the bodies of other disciples.

I grabbed one person and asked, "Where is Chen Boyang?"

As soon as he said that, the disciple looked full of resentment and cursed: "If I know where the evil thief is, I will try my best to kill him and stab him twice."

I asked again: "Yi be careful?"

The disciple opened his mouth and left without saying a word.

I grabbed another disciple and asked, "Where is your leader?"

He didn't want to answer me at first, but after a wave of intimidation, he finally said to me timidly: "The head of the sect was injured after a big battle with Chen Boyang, and now he doesn't know where he went."

Yi Xiaoxin left too.

I couldn't help but be angry. God wouldn't help me. If I could come a few hours earlier, I might be able to block the two of them together in Qingyun Gate. But I was one step late.

I finally got the news, but now it has become a bubble again.

I also have to calm down and search again.

I looked at the towering hall of Qingyun Mountain, and the gilded pillars in it were still as dazzling as before. Six years ago, the scene of Bai Jingxing's death came to my mind again.

Back then, Yi Xiaoxin became the head of the Qingyun Sect because of the "Be careful" from the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect. It was the day of Bai Jingxing's great success.

I walked into the Qingyun Sect Hall and slowly walked to the high platform in the middle. There was once Bai Jingxing's coffin. His white image as white as snow seemed to be a phantom, faintly emerging in front of my eyes.

"Idle people are not allowed to enter Qingyun Hall, please leave." A handsome man stood in front of me. A wound hung on his left shoulder dyed his light blue robe sleeves red.

I asked, "Who are you?"

He saluted me respectfully and said, "I am in Qingyun Pailuo Qinghai."

This is a strange name, but his words and demeanor are generous and decent, giving people a rare sense of comfort.

"His hero Ji remembered the past?" Luo Qinghai asked.

I said, "Do you recognize me?"

Luo Qinghai smiled slightly and said, "How dare Qinghai not recognize the master of the martial arts world and the proud person of his master?"

I said, "Are you also a disciple of Bai Jingxing?"

Luo Qinghai said: "It is ranked third in the lower ranking. Although it has been a long time since its introduction, it has not achieved great martial arts and is not as good as all the brothers. Therefore, it has been unknown, which makes Hero Ji laugh."

Looking at Luo Qinghai, I was really pleased with Bai Jingxing. Finally, the generous and decent person in Qingyun Sect could inherit Bai Jingxing's mantra. In the future, I could kill Yi Xiaoxin without any worries.

Thinking of Bai Jingxing, my heart felt sore.

He is not only a person who inspires me, but also represents the memories that I could not forget back to back then.

I said, "I have a request."

Luo Qinghai asked: "Sir Ji, please speak."

I said, "I want to go and worship Bai Jingxing."

"This..." Luo Qinghai looked puzzled.

I asked, "Is there anything wrong with it?

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Luo Qinghai shook his head and said, "You have a close friendship with Master, and I think he will definitely be willing to meet you. But according to the Qingyun Ancestor's system, Master's spiritual position has been offered to the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is the place where my ancestors of Qingyun have been worshipped. According to the rules of my Qingyun Sect, no one is allowed to enter without permission."

"Then forget it." I didn't want to make things difficult for Luo Qinghai, so I said goodbye to him and turned around and left.

"Let's wait!" Luo Qinghai suddenly stopped me.

I turned around in surprise and asked, "What else is there?"

Luo Qinghai pondered for a moment and said, "Ji Daxiaqing follows me." He put a "please" posture with one hand, led the way forward, leading me through a quiet path and leading straight to a temple in the backyard.

Although this palace is not as magnificent as Qingyun Hall, it is also blue bricks and green tiles, which are extremely solemn. There is a bronze tripod in front of the hall, with incense burning on it and slowly green smoke.

"This is..." Looking at the hall, I asked in confusion.

Luo Qinghai said: "This is the ancestral hall that worships the spiritual positions of the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect for generations." He paused and said: "The spiritual positions of the master... are worshipped here."

I said, "Didn't you say that Qingyun Sect has rules, and non-Qingyun disciples are not allowed to enter without permission?"

Luo Qinghai said: "The rules are determined by people. I think Master should not blame me. But this place is a place of great importance. I hope that after the worship of Hero Ji, he can come out quickly, so don't stay. Hero Ji!"

I felt grateful in my heart and increased my appreciation for Luo Qinghai. I thought he said "thank you" and stepped into the Qingyun School ancestral hall.

2.

The blue smoke fills the air, and the incense smell makes people calm and clear.

There are not many tablets worshipped in the main hall of the Qingyun School, because it has only been less than two hundred years since the founding of the Qingyun School, the ancestor of Qingyun School.

The tablets of Bai Jingxing are on the far left. There is an ordinary wooden sign with a gold-plated edge around it.

"I am coming."

The moment I saw Bai Jing walking in the spiritual position, my heart felt sad, my knees collapsed, and slowly sank. I knelt on the ground, with tears in my eyes. I wanted to tell Bai Jing slowly, but I didn’t know where to start.

Life is easy in the world, but it is really difficult to survive.

Therefore, Bai Jingxing gave up his name and completely threw this troubled world to future generations.

"Is that true?" I asked sobbingly.

No one answered.

Green smoke filled with it, and a faint and strange fragrance of flowers slowly floated. I looked at Bai Jingxing's spiritual position, but it seemed to be moving by itself. It was retreating, constantly retreating, getting farther and farther away from me, becoming more and more blurred.

Until I realized that something strange happened and wanted to get up and leave, I suddenly felt soft and weak all over. After a moment of dizziness, I lost consciousness in a dizziness.

3.

It seems to have entered a strange world.

The ink-colored sky, the sun and the moon shine together, flowers compete for fragrance, insects and butterflies dance.

Such a beautiful scenery is definitely not all in the world. Among the flowers, there is a white-clothed man dancing with a sword, his body is bleak, and he is sometimes slow and sometimes anxious.

I stood among the flowers, with a light fog surrounding my knees, and I felt very surprised.

Since practicing swordsmanship, I have always believed that the way of swordsmanship is to win with speed, to make a sword fierce, to close the momentum fast, and to avoid being captured by the enemy. Just like Lu

The sword technique of the family, "fast" is his unparalleled power.

However, the sword technique danced by the man in white did not seek to be fast. The long sword was in and out in an inch, sometimes stretching and sometimes compact, seemingly not powerful, but it rolled up so that flowers floated up, and as the tip of the sword pointed, it became a trend.

Suddenly, the sword shook, and the sound of the sword became even more urgent. However, the figure of the man in white had not changed, and it was still intertwined with speed and speed. Only his arms and wrist movements were more compact. The sword was even more powerful in his hands, like thunder and furious, and like the clear light of the river and sea.

I was stunned. Someone in this world could dance a long sword with such power.

The man in white jumped up suddenly, and his sword rushed straight up. When the sword reached the middle, it suddenly turned and slashed straight ahead. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and millions of petals turned into needle rain. As the sword swung, it swept forward with a "swoosh swish".

Flowers were everywhere, cage under the rain of flowers, and the wind was rustling like an eternal giant beast awakening. With a roar, a hurricane was rolled up, unstoppable.

"Crazy..."

There was a scattered sound, and I saw that wherever the flowers and rain went, they were all flattened, and the flowers were swept away, revealing the gray and black soil, which looked extremely ugly among the large flowers.

I was shocked in my heart. The seemingly slow move was so powerful. Even if the soft petals were rolled up, it would be like this. If it were replaced by sand and gravel on the ground, wouldn’t the person who was hit be beaten into a sieve?

The man in white fell to the ground with a long sword hidden in his sleeve. He looked at me with his back and asked with a laugh, "How?" As he spoke, he slowly turned around, his long beard floating, like a god.

Bai Jingxing!

I hurried over and tried to catch him, but he leaped back several feet. I shouted desperately: "It's you, it's you?"

"Have you recorded my sword technique?" Bai Jingxing asked again.

I no longer chased him because his body was extremely erratic and could not catch it. I said, "Remember three or four points."

"Look again!" Bai Jingxing said, and suddenly the long sword drew out of his sleeve, like a dragon going out to sea, with a soft roar. The long sword waved it with the flow, rolled up thousands of petals, and drifted in the wind.

I looked at it without turning my eyes and gestured unconsciously in my hand. Although the movement is no different from Bai Jingxing, its power is very different. When I was confused, I suddenly heard Bai Jingxing say, "The sword is not in speed but in power, and the move is not in physics but in mind."

This sentence means that when wielding the sword, do not deliberately imitate the moves, but pay attention to how to exert its power. Chen Ke had some understanding, but heard the man say: "The moves are penetrated without being confined, and the power is hidden in the sword without losing its sharpness."

Not sticking to the moves?

I was very surprised. Isn’t this statement exactly the same as what the strange man in Tinglan’s ancient cave said?

My eyebrows were clustered, and I jumped up in the air. My long sword was lifted up and the rain of flowers in the sky was even more powerful than the sword Bai Jingxing had just now.

"ah!"

I shouted loudly, and the long sword slashed in the air. The rain suddenly condensed in the air and fell rapidly in the direction of the sword swing.

"Wow!" There was a raucous sound of the ground, and the rain of flowers and flowers turned into thousands of thunders, and the prosperity of the ground was swept into a mess.

I fell steadily on the ground, and I was surprised and happy, unable to believe that this move was actually from my own hands.

Bai Jingxing suddenly frowned, and he looked at me and said, "You have been wrong with your mind, and you have actually practiced some evil techniques? I misread you!"

No! No! I have no choice!
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