The Jingtian in front of them called himself Yuntianhe, which made everyone feel confused, scared and happy at the same time.

They looked at each other and murmured in low voices. Some people said that they had seen some so-called divine kung fu, which was also a technique of asking the ancestors to come down to earth to possess the body. Maybe Singang Tian's trick was just like this, but he could suppress the evil sword fairy with his backhand. Such skills

It was too shocking. Several disciples shouted, "Is it really true that Patriarch Yun is in front of you?"

Tang Xuejian rushed to him, frowning and pursed her lips, unable to say a word. Her red eyes burned like coals, scorching the man's features.

Yun Tianhe showed a shy smile like a child in embarrassment, raised his hand and patted the forehead of the girl in front of him, "Okay, okay, don't cry." Such a loving and generous look on his face made Jingtian's gloomy face.

The wind also became gentle and smooth, making Tang Xuejian completely realize that the person in front of him was his ancestor who had been dead for many years, the invincible Dongxu Sword Master in ancient and modern times.

"The Patriarch is here, I would like to be bowed down by my disciples!" The Shenjian disciples gathered around him eagerly and paid homage to him.

"Ouch, ouch! What are you doing?" Yun Tianhe scratched his face anxiously, and raised his hand, making these filial disciples and disciples straighten their knees and stand stiffly in front of him. Everyone felt that their bodies were out of control.

, there was an extraordinarily warm breath in his chest, as if he had been basking in the sun, and the warm quilt was covering his body. Many people had just been injured by the evil sword immortal's lightning, but they immediately recovered.

Tang Xue stopped talking. She didn't care about the Patriarch in her heart. She only wanted that stupid boy. If Yuntianhe borrowed his body and resurrected his soul, and then took over Jingtian's body, what difference would it make if he died?

Perhaps trying to find out what she was thinking, Yun Tianhe smiled cheerfully at her and said, "Don't worry, I'll be leaving soon."

His words made the disciples extremely sad. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't admire Yun Zong's style, and who doesn't want to be by his side? Everyone offered words to persuade him to stay. But although Yun Tianhe spoke kindly and had a good temper, he said

Things that are said out loud will not change. His father also taught him that a gentleman means a promise. In the past, Yun Tianhe didn't understand what a gentleman was and what a promise was. Later, Han Lingsha taught him this truth.

"Okay, okay, are you all learning swordsmanship?"

"Yes, exactly."

"You've all practiced well." Yun Tianhe smiled with satisfaction. He stood on tiptoe and looked over the crowd at Qin Xinzhuang Mengdie, who was wandering in front of the tomb. He looked puzzled, and then looked up at the sky, surprised, "

Oh! Why are the stars falling that day?"

Everyone was talking about the troubles caused by Jingtian. Yun Tianhe nodded clearly and patted the chest of the figure, "This person is quite capable, no worse than me."

The monks who gathered from all directions were dumbfounded by this statement. Some of them did not know Yun Tianhe's identity, or suspected that Jingtian was playing tricks, so they started making noises. Qingluan Peak had not been as lively as tonight for a long time.

Yun Tianhe didn't pay attention to the words in his ears. Maybe he was tired of standing still, so he finally stopped staying at the same place. He stepped forward, but there were people like a sea, but they told him to separate a smooth road.

The lonely purple-robed Qin Xin in front of the tomb heard the chirping sound behind him, and his steps revealed a strange familiarity, and a pair of godless boys finally showed their spirit.

"Mengli, is that you?"

"I'm not her." Zhuang Mengdie stood like a porcelain vase, filled with an empty bowl of water, reflecting the embarrassing hundred years of loneliness. Looking back, she never looked at Yuntianhe or the mountains at night beside him.

, never looked at the stars and moon in the sky, only stared at the void, as if looking at distant memories.

"You are not her. Where did she go?" Yun Tianhe has always been a slow person, whether he was alive or now possessed and resurrected, he asked seriously because he missed Liu Mengli very much.

"She? She had a dream. It was such a long dream...she couldn't wake up."

"Where is her dream?" Yun Tianhe asked sadly and anxiously.

Dream, dream is the hometown of a person who is sleeping soundly. It floats in the mind of the dreamer and is a completely illusory realm. Having said that, when a real person falls into a dream and sleeps for a thousand years, the scenery in the dream is as vivid and the characters are vivid, as if the whole world is included in it. Based on Liu Mengli's Taoist skills, if she had a dream, it must be a paradise hidden in the universe. When Zhuang Mengdie said that she had a dream, Yun Tianhe fully understood that the woman in front of him who looked exactly like Liu Mengli was her. A piece of debris flew out of a dream.

"I don't know." Zhuang Mengdie stood still, only the long wind at night blew the skirt of her skirt, like a slightly rippling purple lake.

Yuntianhe was at a loss. Since he remained silent, everyone on the mountain gradually became quiet.

"She misses you so much."

Far far away in the southeast, several bolts of lightning burst out from the dark clouds in the sky, and rolling thunder could be heard in the distance. It was raining somewhere in the world.

People turned their heads and looked thoughtfully. At night, the green pines and cypresses under the purple clouds were covered with silver frost. Within the mountain col and above the wilderness, the lights of thousands of houses were dimly like star beans.

Yun Tianhe smiled so much that his eyebrows fluttered, "I miss her too!"

He didn't have any melancholy, no sentimentality of separation, some of it was sincere, and some of it was the unmistakable joy of the moment. When he thought of her, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Zhuang Mengdie finally raised her eyes and stared at this man. Although the skin belonged to Sedum, the ten thousand-year-old spirit was undoubtedly that Yuntianhe who traveled across the six realms and was free to do whatever he wanted.

After two hundred years of separation, the world has undergone many changes. He passed away with a long song, leaving behind a trace that cannot be traced. She fell into a deep sleep and had an eternal dream.

One is the spirit of the sword, which borrows the body to return to the soul, and the other is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, whose spirit should come to the world.

The mountain wind is cold tonight.

Zhuang Mengdie smiled brightly, "Master Yun, you haven't changed at all." She looked up at the sky, and the stars illuminated her eyebrows, which were elegant and gentle, just like when they first met. She moved and turned around, Looking at the pair of tombs, "We have been separated for many years. The monument carved for you has also become old."

Yuntianhe stepped forward, stood side by side with her, stretched out his hand to wipe Han Lingsha's tombstone, "Mengli, the words you carved are more beautiful than the ones I carved."

"Mr. Yun, Tianhe, would you like to come with me for a walk?" Liu Mengli said softly, fearing that her words would be too deep and her hard-won encounter would be shattered.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Yun Tianhe took Liu Mengli's hand.

Tang Xuejian shouted in the distance.

So the two of them left, and everyone saw Qinxinzhuang Mengdie leading a white figure, walking hand in hand toward the sky. The stars were like a magpie bridge at their feet, spanning billions and billions of miles across the universe. As tonight Boundless, never-ending wind, like flying feathers, the swan geese disappeared without a trace.

Jingtian stayed where he was, covering his forehead.

The girl from the Tang family rushed over, "Little guy, are you okay?!"

"Yes." His expression became cold and sad again, but this gesture made Tang Xuejian sincerely happy.

"What trick did you use just now? You actually invited Patriarch Yun? You are really awesome!"

Not to mention that Tang Xue was curious, who among the people present didn't stretch their ears?

Jingtian patted the rotten iron sword on his waist, "It's swordsmanship. My splendid sword."

Broken copper and iron, but with a beautiful heart, often with unique tricks, and another wonderful realm. Now Jingtian swordsmanship has become mature, the sword's intention is psychic, and there are countless magical changes. He has become one of the best swordsmen in the world, and has even been praised by the clouds.

Zong Praise, this is no small matter, given time, he may be able to achieve unparalleled prestige.

Tang Xue saw that Ningchou's eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled happily, "With such sword skills, no one in the world will look down on you anymore."

She was worried that Sedum would be bullied, worried that Sedum would commit suicide, and worried that Sedum would never recover. Now that all her worries are gone, she has not smiled so brightly and cheerfully for a long time.

Sedum's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. He just stepped forward, opened his arms, and slowly embraced the girl in red shirt in front of him, hugging her tightly.

Tang Xuejian was stunned for a while, and then she also reached out and hugged his body, resting her chin on Jingtian's shoulder, breathing out a long breath, her tense back suddenly relaxed, she put her lips to his ear, and chuckled: "

I told you to take advantage."

Tonight, somewhere in the world, it is raining lightly. The distant thunder is like a dense drum.

The chief of Shenjian Sect, Shi Renxiong, received the message from the leader and rushed thousands of miles to help. By the time he arrived at Qingluan Peak, everything had been settled. The junior brothers and sisters came forward to report. After learning the whole story, the senior brother sighed with emotion: "That's right.

It’s this guy who’s in charge.”

Jingtian had already learned from Tang Xuejian's mouth how his fellow disciples had protected him in the past. When he saw his senior brother, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and bent down to bow before him.

"Don't act like a little girl." Shi Renxiong helped him up, "Just be yourself. Our sect is upright and will never allow anyone to be wronged. Now that the human world is in trouble, we still need you and me to work together.

Since you have such magical powers, you will do more for the world in the future, and your reputation as a chivalrous person will be passed down through the ages. Your visit to this world is worthy of you."

These words also inspired the heroes, and when they looked at Jingtian again, they were already looking at each other with admiration. Naturally, there are those who sincerely wish you well, and there are those who are jealous and slanderous. Gains and losses of honor and disgrace, Jingtian no longer cares much. He originally thought that he was the one

Be cautious and cautious, keep your neck open

A common man who strives for fame and wealth, but in the face of hundreds of people's colors, he is calm and composed, physically and mentally stable. Perhaps after experiencing such hardships, the complicated world has long been silent, and the dusty jade has been withered into a grain.

A brilliant pearl.

You can practice swordsmanship just as you have the courage to do so.

The Evil Sword Immortal was sealed in an unnamed deep valley in Ziyunjia. Jingtian explained that just now he used his sword intention to activate the legacy of the Yun Sect on Qingluan Peak, manifesting himself as the founder, and suppressed the powerful enemy with the back of his hand.

He is powerful and majestic, but after all, his skills are still weak and it is difficult to sustain. Patriarch Yun does it casually and does not care. Such a seal must not be strong. If no one is watching, it may only be suppressed for a hundred years. It needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.

.

When everyone hurried to the deep valley to capture the Evil Sword Immortal, they found that dozens of unknown monks were already wandering in the valley.

"Fellow Taoists, please be polite. I, Shi Renxiong, have been ordered by Master Chu Hanjing of the Divine Sword Sect to apprehend the Demonic Evil Sword Immortal. This demon is now trapped in the valley. This is not a kind place. Please leave as soon as possible. Do not

It’s better to draw fire and burn your body.”

These unknown monks came forward in twos and threes, some greeted them with smiles, and some were wary. After hearing Shi Renxiong's name, a monk in green clothes came forward to greet him. He told his origins and found out that this man was from a nearby village.

Looking at the strange light dazzling this place from a distance, he was amazed, so he came to check it out. Several of his companions also came with the same intention.

Some of the righteous monks were hot-tempered and began to drive away the people. The two sides argued and started shouting. Those unknown monks had the same hatred at this time. They moved forward and retreated quietly, each occupying a corner, and secretly laid out a plan.

One level of formation.

Shi Renxiong was a smart man. Seeing this situation, he hurriedly intervened. Before he could persuade him, a heavy mist appeared inexplicably in the valley. It was subtle at first, but it became clear after half a moment. This hazy white mist seemed to come from the hillsides on both sides.

It rolled up and down, and was trapped in it from all directions.

The fog miasma came unexpectedly, and all the heroes were alert. Shi Renxiong was about to cut away the clouds with his sword, when he suddenly heard a loud roar from the bottom of the valley.

The long howl is sad, beautiful and fierce, and the mourning is endless, and those who hear it are horrified.

"No! It's the devil who wants to break the seal and be born!" Senior Brother shouted in a deep voice, "All the disciples listen to the order and form the Taiyi Four Elephant Sword Formation!"

"It's late."

Before Shi Renxiong could lead the crowd into formation, the scholar in green who had just had a pleasant chat with him took out the jade tablet from his sleeve and attacked him from behind. This man was not a very good person, but his skills were truly astonishing. The jade tablet in his hand was even more capable of breaking magic.

, with just one blow, Shi Renxiong's back was split open, his insides were burned, and he almost fainted.

"Elder brother!" "Master Xiluan!" The heroes were shocked and angry.
To be continued...