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The branches and leaves are supported by the moonlight, and they are broken like residual snow.

Mr. Guanqi was standing in front of Mr. Qi's bed, looking at Mr. Qi who was getting older and fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Seven seems to be approaching his end of life and is getting weaker and weaker.

Mr. Jiu had tears in his eyes and said nothing.

Mr. Guanqi turned his head and looked towards the moonlight towards the library, which looks like spring all year round.

Dafu Library is still as pleasant as before, but the courtyard is inexplicably more desolate.

Three gentlemen from the library entered the Northern Qin Dynasty, the seventh gentleman is old and decrepit, and the youngest gentleman, Mr. Guanqi, has a kind-hearted spirit, but he has a lot of nostalgia for the library in his eyes.

“Wildfire has raised its seeds, only to one day burn fiercely.”

Mr. Guanqi looked at Mr. Qi and said softly: "There are people in Jokhang Temple, Zhenwu Mountain, Pingping Township and even the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions waiting for wildfires to burn, thus burning up the vast world and then burning up to the sky.

You...don't have to worry."

Mr. Qi had already fallen asleep, but he seemed to hear Mr. Guanqi's words in his dream and let out a sigh.

Mr. Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, wanted to speak. It was at this moment that Mr. Guanqi seemed to notice something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the surging clouds outside Taixuanjing.

The clouds and mist seemed to reflect the entire world, reflecting countless rivers and seas.

In the river and sea, a celestial dragon was opening its mouth to breathe, spitting out rolling torrents that poured into the sea, pouring from the Taichong Sea into the Xiyun Sea.

There is another island suspended in mid-air together with the sea water.

On the island, except for offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the old dragon, which has been sleeping all year round, opened its eyes and fell straight into the sea of ​​​​Western Clouds.

There was silence in Taixuan Palace, but Mr. Guangqi knew that... the holy king sitting on the throne was just like him at this time. I don't know when Lu Jing Yuanshen went to Xiyunhai.

Mr. Ninth noticed Mr. Guanqi's expression. He thought for a moment, turned around and walked out of Mr. Seven's courtyard, heading towards Hanmo Academy.

Just like that day, when Lu Jingjian beheaded Xu Baiyan, and he was holding the chopping green mountain to block the soul of Chu Shenchou, who could move mountains. Every time Mr. Jiu took a step, his body grew taller until he entered the Hanmo Library and pulled out his sword again.

A first-grade long sword was produced to cut through the green mountains.

Cut the green mountain and unsheath it, bringing out a blade of light that scares the gulls and weeps the heron.

It was late at night, and all the scholars in Hanmo Academy had fallen asleep.

The sword flashed away without causing any disturbance, but it still woke up one person.

Guan Changsheng stood at the door of his teaching building, frowning at Mr. Jiu.

Mr. Jiu originally wanted to drag the knife away, but he was probably afraid of the noise from cutting Qingshan, so he carried the broad and long knife on his shoulder.

"Lu Jing is promising and dares to enter the Dragon Palace alone with a sword. We can't let him be bullied by others."

He seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Guan Changsheng.

"Mr. Lu Jing, are you having trouble going to Hezhong Road?" Guan Changsheng couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Jiu explained seriously: "Lu Jingyuan Shen went to Xiyunhai. What happens between him and the dragons in the Dragon Palace? I don't want to worry about it.

But I can’t tolerate those old immortals taking advantage of this, so I plan to go to the gate of Taixuan Jing City and take a closer look.”

Guan Changsheng glanced at Taixuan Palace subconsciously.

Mr. Changsheng didn't ask Lu Jing what his intention was in going to Xiyun Dragon Palace, nor did he ask whether Lu Jing was right or wrong. He didn't even think about it and turned around and returned to his teaching pavilion.

Mr. Jiu was a little surprised.

Guan Changsheng walked out of the teaching pavilion holding a green and blue sword.

The sword had no scabbard, but it was long and wide-edged. Guan Changsheng held it in his hand and matched it with Guan Changsheng's long beard. When he saw the sword light gushing out from it, all of a sudden...

The gleaming sword is showing off the autumn practice, the long hair is green, the beard is green, and the face is green!

"When did you cast the hilt for Yan Qinglong?" Mr. Jiu was a little curious.

Guan Changsheng threw a pot of green plum wine to Mr. Jiu and said with a smile: "Before, Lu Jing made spring thunder with his sword in Taixuan Palace, which suddenly made me feel passionate, so I found a good craftsman to cast it for my old friend.

hilt.

It’s just that I don’t have anything to do with a knife on weekdays, so I just happened to accompany Mr. Jiu for a walk today.”

Mr. Jiu took the green plum wine and nodded happily: "Okay!"

So... the two of them walked out of Hanmo Academy side by side, out of the library, and out of Taixuan Capital.

The two of them were sitting on Jiao Shen Mountain. Mr. Jiu couldn't drink enough, so he drank a few sips of green plum wine, and his face became rosy.

Guan Changsheng comforted Mr. Jiu for a moment and could only look at Taixuanjing from a distance.

There, streams of qi and blood, and rounds of vitality suddenly appeared.

"The Xiyun Dragon Palace was rebuilt on the order of the Holy Lord, and Xiyun Jing was also the Dragon King who was canonized by the Holy Lord himself.

What does Lu Jing want to do when he enters the sea of ​​clouds in the west with his sword?"

"We can stop him in front of the Hezhong Road. If his soul dies in Xiyunhai, that's all. If he can still return to the Hezhong Road, we can use the name of great rebellion to accuse Lu Jing."

…

Someone in Taixuan Jing seemed to be muttering to himself.

Guan Changsheng held the Yan Qinglong and raised his eyes to look at the prosperous Taixuan Jing in the distance. Behind Mr. Jiu, the famous sword slashing the green mountains also gave off bursts of cold light.

Mr. Guanqi stood in the courtyard with his hands folded in his sleeves.

Even though the library was like spring all year round, he still felt cold. When his eyes moved slightly, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of Taixuan Palace and collided with the gaze from Taixian Palace.

"I never thought that Lu Jing could blink into the sea of ​​clouds in the west."

"But wouldn't this be better? The Holy Lord wants to use the two immortals Pi Xing and Dai Yue to sharpen Lu Jing's sword. He wants to forge Lu Jing into a complete immortal-killing sword, so that he can kill these evil-doing monsters.

Dragon, nourish his blooming sword spirit so that his blade can be sharper, so that he can be more efficient when killing immortals."

"With the power of the Holy King, are you still afraid that you won't be able to control Lu Jing?"

Mr. Guanqi lowered his head and spoke, as if he was talking to himself or conversing with others.

In the past two or three breaths, Mr. Guanqi smiled in the direction of Taixuan Palace.

"He is the sword you have chosen. Although the edge of a sword is sharpened, and Kunwu's edge is tempered hundreds of times, if the sword embryo is exposed to fierce fire, I'm afraid it will not be tempered, but killed.

As early as when the Dragon Slaying Platform was shining, the old Zhulong from Luolong Island had murderous intentions towards Lu Jing. Chen Baxian was a warning to him, "Holy Lord... that old Zhulong wants to destroy your sword embryo!"

Mr. Guanqi just finished speaking.

Above Taixuanjing, all the wind and smoke are gone, and the Tianshan Mountains are in the same color.

The candles in Taixian Hall were blown out.

Mr. Guanqi stood there and thought for a long time.

At this time, there was only a bright moon over the stream and a breeze to accompany him.

Only a handful of powerful people knew about Lu Jing entering the Western Sea of ​​Clouds alone.

…

On that island, in front of the Dragon King Temple, people were offering sacrifices, including young and old.

The old man chanted loudly and knelt down to pray for peace. Men and women, old and young, kept kowtowing.

A large number of sacrificial objects were first placed in front of the Dragon King Temple. After the clan chief prayed for the sacrifice, a strong man came forward to lift the sacrificial objects and walked towards the seaside.

Some young people saw that so much meat and wine were being thrown into the sea, and they felt pity in their hearts, but they were helpless.

For the islanders, offering sacrifices is a common thing. Without offering sacrifices, the storm on the island will never stop.

And this storm seems to be coming more quickly and more violently.

Even for those men in their prime, walking on the island in the moonlight, there were strong winds and heavy rain blocking their way, making them unable to maintain their balance.

The rest of the men, women, and children climbed to the top of an island and stared at the men.

"But the sacrifices must be sent into the sea." The old patriarch was leaning on his crutches, worried.

A young child beside him suddenly asked: "Grandpa, after offering the sacrifice, will the wind stop blowing? The roof of the child's house was blown up... I don't know why the Dragon King was angry..."

"Don't talk nonsense." The old patriarch knocked on his crutch and said: "The ones who cause trouble must be the demons in the sea. We offer sacrifices to the Dragon King to invite the Dragon King Youyi to come and subdue the demons..."

Before the old patriarch could finish speaking, he noticed that his grandson beside him suddenly turned around and hugged his leg.

"Grandpa...look at Yunli!"

The old patriarch was very old. Even if he tried his best to squint his eyes and look into the distance, even though today's moon was not obscured by clouds and mist and fell directly on the island, he still couldn't see clearly what was in the clouds.

On the contrary, someone beside him exclaimed.

"Look...there is a dragon shadow in the clouds!"

The old team leader was slightly startled and raised his head.

Only to find that black clouds and mist in the distance were flowing over the island.

"The bright moon is still there, but outside the island it is shrouded in wind and rain..."
To be continued...