Bailu Cave Academy, the vein inheritance left by many gentlemen, each with its own cave and quiet room.

Mr. Shuiyue is the descendant of the sword artifact. The sword artifact is low-key. He practices sword art and lives in a remote and peaceful place. There is a small hill in the academy.

Flowers bloom in spring, and birds sing forever.

Ning Yi looked at the girl jumping in front of him with her hands on her back.

He held Pei Fan's simple long sword, with a strange expression. After parting with Fu Lin, the originally depressed girl suddenly became lively.

Mr. Shuiyue lives in "Zangjian Mountain".

This small hill was given to Shuiyue by Su Muzhe. Naturally, the name of the hill was also obtained by herself.

When Ning Yi first heard Shuiyue’s mountain of cultivation called “Cangjian Mountain”, his mind was gently touched by the name. If the word “Cangjian” is opened, it will be a word “Cang” and a word “Sword”.

Tibetan can be the treasure, or Xu Tibetan can be the treasure.

Shuiyue likes Xu Zang.

This is something everyone knows.

The relationship between the two is actually not bad. In the Great Sui Dynasty, they were both outstanding people in the same place. They admire each other and are no longer just friends.

Later, Xu Zang began to flee to the world and killed all his past without hindering Shushan or Bailu Cave Academy. In order to protect his former friends, he cut off all contact with the world.

Including water moon.

After ten years of no news, no longer meeting or talking, the relationship between the two was cut clean by Xu Zang with one sword. Shui Yue walked out of Bailu Cave Academy several times and searched for Xu Zang's whereabouts in the world, but never succeeded.

Xu Zang didn't want to see her.

Ning Yi thought silently, how could Xu Zang not know the deep affection of the other party for this uncle from Bailu Cave Academy who had exhausted his youth? Sometimes, the word "love" can be taken, can't let go, and can carry too much, and can no longer let others down.

Nie Hongling was besieged by the Holy Mountain because of Xu Zang.

Xu Zang could no longer let go of the second person. As an old friend, he only hoped that Shuiyue could live well and not be implicated by himself.

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Under the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

The storm converges.

The girl said softly: "The breath of the starry sky of heaven and earth has become disordered."

Ning Yi raised his head and saw Zangjian Mountain from afar, and he felt a strange feeling.

Now walk to the bottom of the mountain.

The grass and trees on both sides swayed, and the sword energy rose slightly, extending along the mountain road and flowing towards the top of the mountain. Frost and grass kept rising from the ground and sweeping up with the sudden wind.

A woman in black shirt covered her face with a light gauze, sat on the stone steps, and placed her high piano box under her body. She raised her arm and placed it on the top of the piano box. Her body was graceful, and the black gauze swayed in the wind. She tied a peach wood wine pot around her waist, and the fragrance of wine was filled with the robe.

"Mr. Ning Yi."

Qin Jun's voice was a little drunk and hazy.

The great way of her practice is related to the sound of the piano. She is half drunk and half awake at this moment, and her voice reaches her soul.

"We are here to find Mr. Shuiyue on this trip." Ning Yi directly confessed his purpose.

"Uncle Shuiyue... is in seclusion, and today he is hitting the Star Lord's realm." Qin Jun's chest was undulating and he smiled sweetly: "Two, it's really a coincidence that we came here, I'm afraid."

As the great gentleman of Bailu Cave Academy, she has always been dignified and calm. Today, she actually drank herself half drunk. She sat in front of the stone steps on the mountain road, whispered and said quietly: "I'm afraid you two have to wait for a while."

Ning Yi looked at the slow voice and said seriously: "Miss Jiang, it's rare today."

"Rare? Is it rare for me to be drunk?" Jiang Mianfeng laughed in a low voice and said, "How can I relieve my sorrow? Only...this is the only wine."

She took off the peach wood wine pot with one hand, and her veil was shattered by the starlight, revealing her pretty face, sitting on the stone steps with her sword energy blowing her long hair, narrowing her eyes, and taking another sip of wine.

It seems that he is still a little depressed.

Ning Yi thought that the last time he met with Shengshengrang was on the shore of Zizai Lake, the great gentleman invited him to walk for a distance, but he wanted to speak but stopped. In the end, he just asked two questions quickly and then parted ways.

He closed his sleeves and looked at the Zangjian Mountain. The sword energy flowed, the wind and clouds gathered, and the water and moon on the mountain might really break away from the front line and were about to break into the realm of the Star Lord.

Ning Yi looked at Jiang Mianfeng and said, "Can this wine really relieve the sorrow?"

Qin Jun held the wine pot in one hand, and the mouth of the pot was facing down, and the wine could no longer be dripped. She laughed at herself: "No, wine can only make people drunk. No matter how drunk it is, there is still time to wake up."

The girl looked at Jiang Mianfeng and felt that there was a hint of dark despair in the woman's eyes.

What exactly happened that made her so depressed?

"Mr. Ning Yi never drinks?"

"Drink." Ning Yi sat down flat, looked at Qin Jun, and said calmly: "I will never get drunk."

Shengsheng laughed slowly and said, "That's your time to drink."

She paused and said, "Mr. Ning Yi, last time I was lucky enough to see a sword from the heavenly beings. I wonder if I can give you some advice today?"

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The top of the Tibetan sword.

The bamboo houses and pavilions are open, and the sword energy is shot upside down, and the energy is rushing to the bullfighting.

The azure blue Taoist robe like a dome was stretched by the energy, with long hair tied with wooden buns. The woman's face was quiet and calm, with her hands round and placed in front of her knees.

A lot of dust fell from her knees through a simple red umbrella, and it seemed that she had been in a long time.

There is no sadness or joy in the face.

Shuiyue didn't open her eyes and murmured softly: "You're here."

The ink-colored shadows flowed on the ground and slowly condensed. Su Muzhe stood behind Shuiyue. This was already a powerful means of the Nirvana realm. Breaking through the Star Lord realm is an extremely important thing, and there is no need to be disturbed or made mistakes. Su Muzhe came here, set up a formation, and personally served as the Water Moon protector.

Su Muzhe's voice was hesitant and gritted his teeth and reminded: "Shuiyue, don't have distracting thoughts."

Two life stars have condensed above Shuiyue’s head.

The first natal star comes from the practice technique of a sword weapon.

The second accompanying star has been condensed for ten years.

She broke off contact with that person for ten years.

The third star had only a phantom, and there were traces of vague breaking at this time.

If the condensation of the life star fails, the Tao will be broken and will end in this state for life.

In severe cases, the meridians will be completely destroyed and the situation will not stop.

Even more serious, the stars were broken and they fell.

The higher the stars gather, the more difficult it is.

Condensing three stars will lead to great perfection in the realm of the fate star and achieve the position of the Star Lord!

Shuiyue is now condensing the third life star. This was a "one-stop" thing, but she has been reluctant to move forward. Over the years, she has suppressed her state of cultivation and has not tried to break through for a long time.

During the dispute over the academy, she untied the shackles and could no longer suppress them.

Su Muzhe knew that Shuiyue had always had a wish and regrets that had not been resolved.

But in fact, at the foot of Xiaoshuang Mountain in Shushan, these past events have already been concluded in a "perfect" way.

Xu Zang is dead.

Shuiyue closed her eyes, but what echoed in her mind was the scene of her meeting and acquaintance with that man.

In the outskirts of Tiandu, the light rain is slightly cool.

I first entered the world.

Someone asked if they needed a paper umbrella to shelter from the rain.

The moment the young man bent down slightly, the two looked at each other, their eyebrows were coming into their temples, and their phoenix eyes were powerful.

The sound of wind and rain were all behind my mind, and all the words that the man said were forgotten by Shui Yue.

Only the last sentence.

"My name is Xu Zang, who is the one who hides sword, hides under an umbrella, and hides behind me."

Shuiyue took the oil paper umbrella.

Xu Zang stood in front of her.

Going further forward, we are practitioners and challengers from all over the Sui Dynasty.

She thought these people were coming for her own sake. Bailu Cave Academy was in the worst time. The palace owner Su Muzhe was only in the realm of Xingjun. He had been suppressed by the three major academies for a long time. He had a shallow foundation, but he was very famous. If he could defeat the inheritor of the sword weapon of Bailu Cave Academy, he would become famous everywhere.

At that time, Xu Zang was not yet famous.

After that day, Xu Zang became famous.

An iron sword killed all practitioners of the same level, and went straight to the Star List, as famous as Fuyao Zhouyou.
To be continued...