Sumo Peak, Qianheyuan.

The two disciples carried a food box and left cursing. It turned out to be Xing Fei and Zhang Liu.

I added some good ingredients to his rice."

"Who told me to be good at swordsmanship? Don't forget, I am one of the best masters of our generation." Although Liu Feng was not as vulgar as Xing Fei, his words were more sinister.

"This kid has been dragging him to the sky all day long, but in the end, he was beaten to the ground by the outer disciples. He was just luckier than us. He got a good father, mother, and uncle, and he was really fucked!

"

Zhang Liu frowned and said, "Why are you fucking his mother one by one? Could it be that you really have a crush on Yue Tianqing, that bitch?"

Xing Fei smiled obscenely and said: "Hey, that woman is a bit old, but she is a cultivator. She looks similar to a young girl. Her skin, her waist..."

Xing Fei, Zhang Liu and others were selected as Su Mo Feng's sect, and they were supposed to be legitimate direct disciples, but they couldn't be happy.

Among the three pavilions and five peaks of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, Kuitian Peak, Danxia Peak, Dongxuan Peak, and Piaomiao Peak are headed by the headmaster Qingyue, Shang Ying, Xie Kangle, and Gu Jiansheng respectively. These four people are the same as the former headmaster Su Mofeng.

Ren Jiuxiao's father, Ren Yunyou, was a fellow disciple of the previous leader, Professor Xuan Ning Zhenren, and they had always been in the same spirit. However, after Ren Yunyou's death, the new leader, Lu Zhenwuwu, was not from the same lineage as the other four peaks, so he was always criticized.

Isolated, even the disciples of Sumo Peak were ostracized. Zhang and Xing were unwilling to join Sumo Peak, but they were sent to deliver food to Ren Jiuxiao as soon as they arrived, so the two of them vented their resentment on Ren.

On Jiuxiao.

Ren Jiuxiao is the posthumous son of Ren Yunyou. The head of Qingyue has a deep relationship with Master Ren Yunyou. He pitied Ren Jiuxiao for losing his father when he was young, so he took him in as his disciple and taught him personally. Ren Jiuxiao's mother Yue Tianqing came to Li, which was extraordinary. She

She is the head of Spring and Autumn Jianque, the sister of Sword Emperor Yue Cangqiong. After Yue Tianqing lost her husband, she regarded Ren Jiuxiao as the pillar of her life, and she doted on him wholeheartedly, so she didn't care about the differences between the doors.

She had also passed down the swordsmanship to Ren Jiuxiao long ago. And his uncle Yue Cangqiong was also very fond of Ren Jiuxiao's qualifications, so the matter of privately teaching swordsmanship to his sister to his nephew was not only unheard of, but if it came up, Yue Tianqing would

When he takes Ren Jiuxiao back to his parents' home, he will personally teach him some sword skills.

At a young age, Ren Jiuxiao was the head of both families. He was the perfect candidate to win the championship. However, due to the unexpected success of two outer disciples, Ming Ye and Ying Feiyang, he didn't even make it to the finals.

Ren Jiuxiao's life has been smooth and smooth, and he has never suffered such setbacks. Therefore, since his defeat to Ming Ye, he has locked himself in the house and never left his house.

Xing Fei's words became more and more unbearable. Suddenly Zhang Liu yanked his sleeves and stopped his words.

Shi appeared in front of him, and he didn't know how much of his dirty words had been heard. Xing Fei hurriedly saluted to the leader. Head Qingyue didn't look at him and asked in a cold voice: "How long has he been in there?" The leader pointed to.

He is naturally Ren Jiuxiao.|

"It's been three days." Zhang Liubi replied respectfully.

"Hmph." Head Qingyue snorted angrily and stepped forward.

Leader Qingyue was tall and strong, so when he passed by, the two of them saw that he was still carrying something behind his back. The material of the object was like iron or stone, with square edges and edges, and it looked like he had shrunk.

Zhang Liuxingfei shivered for no reason as he seemed to feel the ominous atmosphere of the coffin.

The head of Qingyue broke into the dark room, and a sour smell hit his nostrils. There sat a sloppy young man curled up in the room, holding a broken sword in one hand, and covering his eyelids with the other as if he was afraid of light. The young man's face was pale and he looked tired.

, there is also a thin stubble on his lips and chin. If the head of Qingyue had not brought him up since childhood, he would not have been able to recognize him as the high-spirited Ren Jiuxiao in the past.

The leader of Qingyue was angry, so he went straight into the house and grabbed the hilt of the sword in the young man's arms. After the sword was taken away, Ren Jiuxiao seemed to come to life and said: "Don't touch my rugged intention!"

Grabbing the sword, there was a loud sound, and the cold blade suddenly appeared. The whole room was a little brighter, but only half of the sword was pulled out, and the remaining half was still in the sheath. The bright sword blade was like a mirror, reflecting the haggard and withered face of the young man.

Jiuxiao felt as if her eyes were being burned. She didn't know whether she didn't dare to face the sword, or she didn't dare to face the reflected self, so she turned her head sideways.

Master Qingyue stared at him for a long time, his eyes turning from anger to resentment, from resentment to pity, and finally sighed: "If a man never rises again, how can the sword be recast?"

With a gentle word, Ren Jiuxiao's lifeless eyes were ignited with fire again, and he raised his head in confusion and stared at the leader Qingyue.

Qingyue shook his shoulders, and the iron coffin behind him suddenly fell to the ground with a deep and heavy sound. "This is the sword coffin that Master Xuanli's uncle built for you. You put the rugged intention into it, and use your sword intention to nourish his sword soul, and maybe you can also

With him, there is still an opportunity to recast it."

"Really?" Ren Jiuxiao asked with a trembling voice in disbelief.

"Of course it's true!" Qingyue snorted coldly, "But before that, I will punish you by thinking about it in the Qilin Cave for two years, until when do you want to leave!"

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If a squirming giant insect drags a twisted trace on the ground, Mingye wakes up and turns around. His feet have been broken, several ribs are broken, and his muscles and bones are in burning pain, but from now on.

From the moment he woke up, he had only one thought: "Where is the master?"

Mingye climbed out of the forest. Every step he took was a sharp pain, as if he was crawling on a mountain of needles. It was just like his life before he met He Guqiong, twisted, difficult and humble.

.....

No matter how prosperous the world is, there are dark corners where the sun cannot shine. As long as Mingye can remember, he has been a pickpocket in the snakehead den of Chang'an City. He needs to bring in money every day in order to exchange for a cold steamed bun. Otherwise, he is...

After a period of beatings that were neither gentle nor severe, he was sent to the streets to work as a beggar when he was disabled. After he was beaten to death, he was wrapped in a mat and thrown out of the city at night. Fortunately, Mingye's fingers were still flexible, although the external injuries on his body were not broken.

It's too late, but you can still be hungry and full in exchange.

But this kind of "good life" will not last long. Mingye cleverly discovered that several thieves who were slightly older than him disappeared after they were twelve or thirteen years old, and there were always a few more similar to them on the streets.

Similar stupid beggar.

After paying attention, Mingye finally discovered that the older thieves were no longer easy to control, and they had more or less criminal records. Compared with their increased appetite and rebelliousness, their income was hard to come by.

Significant growth. Therefore, when each thief grows up, he will be sent to an unknown place. Those who come back become stupid, and of course, some never come back.

After Ming Ye found out the secret, he thought about running away, but as usual, he was caught and beaten until he fainted. When he woke up, he was driven to the street and continued stealing. This time, he stole He Guqiong.

Then, the hand he stepped forward to hold held something called fate.

"Born with a pure yang body." "A body of ninety-nine convergences." "Lingxiao Sword Sect" Ming Ye still remembers He Guqiong holding him tightly at that time, his eyes glowing, as if He Guqiong was the thief.

And he is a bulging money bag.

He Guqiong did not arrest him to see an official, but instead asked Mingye if he wanted to be his apprentice. At that time, Mingye didn't know what an "apprentice" was, but he agreed without hesitation. From then on, his life took a turn for the better.

Different forks in the road.

You don't have to live a life of fear and precariousness. You don't have to be forced to sneak around on the streets and be chased. All you need to do in the rest of your life is practice martial arts and swordsmanship. He Guqiong can't be called kind and kind. When he didn't do well in swordsmanship, he was beaten by him.

He was beaten and scolded, but this was so much better than the previous life that he didn't hesitate at all when He Guqiong asked him to practice three extremely hard and powerful exercises. The worst would be to destroy his muscles and shorten his lifespan.

That's all. What does this mean to a person who has lived for many years in vain?

When he climbed to the stairs, Mingye stopped. He suddenly felt like he was back when he was thrown into the street for the first time to steal. The road was right in front of him, but he didn't know which direction to go.

He Guqiong had an extraordinary persistence in the "Sword Art of Leading the Ten Thousand Dao to Heaven". He participated in the sword test competition, won the first place, and then sought to obtain this supreme sword canon. This was He Guqiong's only purpose in accepting him as his disciple.

But he failed to exert his only value, so he was discarded like garbage by He Guqiong. Now where should he go with no support?

"Ta, tap, tap." The footsteps came from far away, and a figure came from the bottom of the stairs. She was wrapped in a plain white robe, her graceful body was wrapped, and her black and delicate hair was casually combed into a bun. She was not exactly beautiful.

She had an oval face but looked gentle and friendly. Mingye recognized her, she was the Shang cinematographer whom He Guqiong often mentioned.

Shang Ying walked to him and squatted down, stroking his head with his bare hands, like stroking an injured puppy, and said, "He Guqiong doesn't want you anymore, does he?"

Mingye didn't answer,

"A new injury has been added to the old wound. The injury is so serious, and you still don't forget to work hard for He Guqiong. How stupid are you?"

Mingye still didn't answer, his head lowered.

"He offended me and he ran too fast, so you should repay it for him." Shang Ying said with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's decided, from now on, you will be my first male disciple at Danxia Peak!"

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There were only two people left in the room. Gu Jiansheng frowned, and his aura disappeared just now, and he "returned" to the familiar Qingku. Ying Feiyang sat across from Qingku without saying a word, and he took out a cup and placed it in front of him.

, pour wine for both of them.

Qingku said: "We don't have much time, don't you ask something?"

Ying Feiyang said: "I don't want to ask anymore. You are not telling the truth anyway. I might as well drink a few glasses of wine with you. I remember I have never had a drink with you."

"Nonsense, how can a little kid know how to drink? If you drink too much, it will be a waste." Qingku said disdainfully, and then added, "You really don't want to hear what I have to say?"

"Should I believe or not believe what you, an old liar, say? When you and Uncle He say things differently, who should I believe? Whether something is true or false, wrong or right, it all depends on it.

It has nothing to do with whether I believe it or not. Besides, what you are involved in is just some old things. If you can’t let it go, don’t you think I will get stuck in it too?” Ying Feiyang said calmly. Just now, he still had hundreds of other things in his mind.

Tangled, what is the purpose of obtaining "Taiyi Shujing"? Why did Qingku conceal his identity? Who is Mu Zixuan? What old grudges does Gu Jiansheng have with He Guqiong? But when there were only two people left in the room, they suddenly felt these

None of it matters anymore.

Because he felt that his master at this time was like an old wolf with old wounds. The old wounds caused bone-breaking pain, but he still pretended not to care in order to maintain his last remaining stubbornness.

With Gu Gao, perhaps after he leaves, the old wolf will lick its wounds alone in the depths of the cave where no one notices it. But at this moment, all he should do is hand over wine to warm its cold body.

Qingku praised: "Good boy, you have grown up as expected. Now you are qualified to drink with me." After saying that, he poured a glass of wine for him personally and said: "Although your uncle has an extreme temper, he is actually tough-tongued.

Be soft-hearted, if you encounter trouble, you can drag him into trouble, and he will never stand idly by!"

Ying Feiyang drank all the wine and said with a squint, "I'm starting to understand why Uncle He doesn't like you."

"Although the "Taiyi Xuan Jing" fell into the hands of your master uncle and it is impossible to take it back, if there is an opportunity, we must still try to destroy it to prevent further trouble."

"I'll try my best, but don't expect too much."

"The man named Mu Zixuan is indeed your senior brother. You should be careful when dealing with him. If he dares to speak ill of me in front of you, you must keep it in mind for me. When my Seven Soul Sword Seal dissipates in a few years, I will go there.

Teach him how to respect his teacher."

"Speaking ill of you? It seems that this senior brother and I have a lot in common."

"Luoyang is not as remote as Shu County. It is at the feet of the Emperor. I know that you are modest on the outside and arrogant on the inside, but you cannot ignore the strongest power in the world just because you are a cultivator of heaven. Be cautious in everything you say and do.

, be more careful.”

"I hope you don't have any enemies in Luoyang, so that I won't be implicated by you again."

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Every time he drank a cup, Qingku said something, just like a parent giving instructions to a child who is about to go away. Ying Feiyang originally thought that Qingku would become different after revealing his identity. But now it seems that it is still the same as before, with an indescribable feeling.

The sense of intimacy surged with the alcohol, "The master is the master, no matter whether he is called Qingku, He Guqiong or Gu Jiansheng."

The two drank one glass after another. After a while, Qingkuo picked up the wine bottle, but not a drop came out. He smacked his lips and said: "I opened my mouth too much to grab the wine. As expected, it's not pleasant to drink. As fate would have it, don't forget to give it to me when you come back."

Bring some wine." Qingku handed over the gourd, as if his disciple was just going out to get some wine and would be back soon.

"Ask me Ying Feiyang." Ying Feiyang replied, carrying the wine pot and stepping out of the door. Outside the door, the crescent moon was like a hook, and the silver light was scattered all over. He Guqionggu sat on the door and looked up at the sky, and the people and the moon reflected each other.

, quite lonely.

Ying Feiyang waved to him and looked at the mountain road extending to the end of his sight.
Chapter completed!