No matter who wants to compete for the position of the head of Jianshan.

Even if it is not as good as a word from Chao Qingqiu.

As long as the sword fairy expresses her thoughts, the position of the head of Jianshan will be settled.

Chao Qingqiu has the supreme voice. If you want to be the head of Jianshan, you naturally have to get his green eyes.

But who knows Chao Qingqiu’s idea?

Who knows what this sword immortal thinks?

Sanliang was a little sad. He stayed under the cliff for six thousand years and faced the swords all day long. Before meeting Xu Li and Zhou Qing, the most he saw was Chao Qingqiu.

He knew very well how hard and tiring that sword immortal was, but it had been thousands of years since the swordsman's lineage withered, and it had been almost three hundred years since Chao Qingqiu became a swordsman. Over the past three hundred years, although Chao Qingqiu was still maintaining the swordsman's lineage, he had not been so direct and violent.

Some people may think that this is because Chao Qingqiu's sword cultivation is already high enough, so high that these saints feel powerless, so they can make requests and ask these saints to accept it.

Sanliang knew that it was not because Chao Qingqiu's sword cultivation was so high that he did these things, but because of other reasons.

If you hadn't been attached to the world anymore, why would you be so impatient?

"When it comes to suffering, who in this world can compare with him?"

Sanliang pinched a chess piece, looked into the distance, and then said with some sadness.

There are many kinds of sadness in this world, and everyone is different. He cannot wait for Liuxiang because he is sad. Chao Qingqiu is forced to leave the world, and he is also sad.

Siliang didn't know what Sanliang was saying, but she did feel Sanliang's sadness. She pressed Sanliang's shoulders and then gently rubbed him.

Xu Li picked up his little daughter and walked out the door.

There are many people who are tired of living in this world, but the ones who are the most tiring are the swordsmen.

"No matter who is the head of Jianshan, as long as it is beneficial to the swordsman, I agree."

Before Xu Li left, he left his last sentence.

Zhou Qing held the woman's words and yawned, "I'm not that idle. No matter who is the head coach, it will be successful. As long as he can convince me... my wife will be successful."

When Zhou Qing said these words, it seemed a bit irresponsible.

But the woman nodded and said to Sanliang: "I will take a good look."

Somewhat ridiculous.

Sanliang twisted his eyebrows and suddenly said with a self-deprecating voice: "These things shouldn't be what I thought of with this sword. I know when that guy in Liuxiang will come back..."

Zhou Qing was unwilling to listen to these words. In fact, except for practicing swords by himself, this swordsman climbing the tower was not interested in the secrets of other swordsmen. With this time, it would be better to stay with the woman beside him for a while.

So it took less than a long time to leave the bamboo building.

The two of them came to the stream.

Stop.

The woman asked, "Is there something weird in this stream?"

Zhou Qing nodded, "It's probably because there are all kinds of sword energy."

The woman said oh, and wanted to take off her shoes and socks, then found a stone by the stream to sit down, stretched her feet in, and met the stream water. Soon, a sharp sword energy swam in the stream.

There were many mottled blood marks on the pair of jade feet.

Blood flowed along the stream of the stream to an unknown place.

The woman frowned slightly, turned her head and shouted "Treasure".

Zhou Qing didn't say anything, but just looked at her temples and had a lot of white hair.

They have lived for hundreds of years, and he still climbed the tower and has a lifespan of many years. Even this appearance can be maintained for many years. However, the woman in front of her has a low realm and has not improved for many years. She is like a flower, and she is about to die as she blooms.

Why do monks on the mountain and the people at the foot of the mountain have various concerns if they say they want to combine.

At the end of the practice, you are often alone.

There are few situations where wings fly together.

The road is difficult and dangerous, and many people say that it is already good if someone has accompanied him.

But since it is destined that one person will stop halfway and the other person will walk alone on the avenue, how many people are willing to join hands with others to see the short scenery?

There should be not many.

But Zhou Qing is one of them.

He looked at the woman's white hair on the temples, suddenly bent down to look at her once young face, and said softly: "If you leave, I will come to find you."

Hearing this, the woman frowned and said, "You have more important things to do."

Zhou Qing smiled like water, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, "Nothing in this world is more important than you."

But blood flowed in the stream, and the bright red that was quickly washed away was so sad.

There are many enemies in this world, but time is undoubtedly the most powerful one.

No one can defeat it.

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...

Jianshan is still so noisy. In addition to the swordsmen, many monks or martial artists from the world came. The reopening of Jianshan has long been spreading, and many people want to be swordsmen with one sword in their hands and can go anywhere in the world.

So at the foot of Jianshan, swordsmen found their favorite disciples from time to time, but there were only a small number of people who came here with their reputation.

Among the mountains, there were many monks of the Three Sects watching this place silently.

No one showed his figure.

Just looking at Jianshan.

After the sword mountain is reopened, a sword mountain master is selected, and then the reconstruction is started. Many swordsmen can enter the sword mountain. After that, the sword mountain will re-represent the swordsman lineage and protect the swordsmen in this world.

It's like the Academy Palace and Chenxie Mountain.

The meaning of doing this is like giving swordsmen who have always been lonely ghosts a home. Of course, it is impossible for all swordsmen to enter Jianshan, but with Jianshan and without Jianshan, it is always two different things.

The sword mountain is strong enough, and the swordsmen in this world are more confident when they walk.

It’s like you have a distant relative who is a high-ranking official in Luoyang City. Although you don’t have that close relationship with him, you always have some relationships. You will naturally be much smoother in the officialdom.

Therefore, it is necessary that Jianshan appears.

The three religions were not allowed before, but now they cannot.

It's that simple.

The dilapidated temple at the foot of Jianshan Mountain was the only place to live, and several swordsmen from the Spring and Autumn Realm lived in.

These days I have ignored the things outside.

There were originally three statues of the ruined temple, but the statues were gone, just a pile of soil.

Chen Sheng dragged out a jar of wine from somewhere, then took out two bowls and handed them to Ye Feixian beside him.

In Chen Sheng's view, this sword cultivator who had already broken his arm is really much more pleasing than many people.

He pointed to the soil and said with a smile: "My Senior Brother Liu is probably more attainable than most swordsmen in the world in terms of sword energy, but he is just not lucky."

Ye Feixian held the wine bowl and asked, "What happened to your Sword Mountain back then?"

Ye Feixian lived in seclusion in the South China Sea for many years and was almost isolated from the world. He didn't know most of the things that happened in Jianshan, but he knew that one day the master Liang also went up Jianshan, and then Jianshan had already been closed. As for when his ancestor Xu Ji died and why Jianshan was closed, he didn't know at all.

Chen Sheng spread his hands. In the civil strife in Jianshan, several senior brothers betrayed Jianshan. This incident has always been a shame for Jianshan. Even now, Sheng Liang has died and Qiu Fengman is missing. Chen Sheng is reluctant to mention this matter.

He drank a sip of wine, his eyes blurred.

It seems that I remembered Xie Lu, the best woman in the world.

He could have gone hand in hand with her.

Even if anyone leaves first in the end.

But it is always possible to walk hand in hand, which is pretty good.

Ye Feixian also took a sip of wine and asked calmly: "How long will we wait here?"

He asked how long he would wait, and naturally he wanted to know how long it would take to solve the problem of Jianshan.

In other words, when will the head of Jianshan be selected?

Chen Sheng smiled and said, "You don't want to be the head of Jianshan, so the burden will naturally fall on those two young people."

Ye Feixian thought about the young man in Baiyu Town before, and asked uncertainly: "He is just a Taiqing Realm, can he afford it?"

What an important position is the head of Jianshan? It is a very surprising thing to let a young man sit there. If he was still a swordsman in Taiqing Realm, it would be even more so.

No matter how big the young man is.

Chen Sheng shook his head, "Maybe it's another young man."

He knew that his apprentice did not have such great ambitions, and he knew that his nephew would have ambitions.

But compared to this, Wu Shanhe seems to be less famous than Li Fuyao.
To be continued...