Wei Zong suddenly thought of Fan Xiaoyun, and then he looked at Duanmu Yuxing with some suspicion and thought, wasn't she under house arrest by you, why would you still listen to her?
Could it be that... there is some hidden secret in this?
As if he didn't see what Wei Zong was thinking, Duanmu Yuxing continued what he said: "So, you don't have to thank me. If you want to thank me, you should thank my junior sister and your master!"
However, Wei Zong shook his head.
"Anyway, you did save me once. If I were really taken away by Han Luo, it's hard to say whether I could come back alive."
Wei Zong said this from the bottom of his heart.
Duanmu Yuxing naturally saw it, so he just smiled and did not continue to dwell on it.
The next moment, Duanmu Yuxing's eyes slowly moved down and landed on Ming Yuan on Wei Zong's lap.
"This sword..." He frowned.
Wei Zong quickly explained: "My master gave it to me, and I named it Ming Yuan."
"Since it was Zhao Chunfeng who gave it to you, I can't say anything. Since he did this, he must have his own ideas." Duanmu Yuxing said slowly: "But... this sword has too much evil aura. Use it too much."
I'm afraid it will affect your mind, so you'd better use it less."
"Disciple understands!"
Wei Zong nodded slightly. He knew that Duanmu Yuxing was also doing it for his own good. However, he actually didn't take the other party's words too seriously. He wanted to shake his mind with just a sinister aura, which would be too disrespectful to the person he once said.
The sword master took it seriously.
Seeing Wei Zong nod, Duanmu Yuxing turned his head away, closed his eyes to rest, and no longer cared about other things.
…
At the same time, Han Luo controlled Litian Palace, much faster than everyone in Qiantian Sword Sect, and returned to Taichu Sword Pavilion first.
Taichu Jiange, named Jiange, is actually a world opened up in a land of nothingness.
Litian Palace traveled through multiple dimensional spaces, constantly changing, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes getting smaller, and sometimes becoming flat. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, it arrived at this unknown place.
boom!
Han Luo stepped out of the Litian Palace, and the Litian Palace behind him turned into a tiny stream of dust and entered his body directly.
Seeing Han Luo coming back, two sword lights quickly cut through the space and came to Han Luo.
The sword light dissipated when it arrived in front of Han Luo, turning into two disciples in green clothes.
"Uncle Hanluo!"
The two disciples bowed slightly to Han Luo.
"Well!" Han Luo nodded slightly and asked: "Where is your uncle? I have something to ask him!"
"Master uncle is in Yunxiao Hall!"
A disciple in Tsing Yi replied respectfully.
"I understand, please disperse!"
After saying that, Han Luo turned into a sword light and rushed towards Yunxiao Palace.
Yunxiao Hall is the place where scriptures are lectured. It seems that today, it is the turn of his senior brother, the eldest disciple of Qianren Sword Master, Zhao Changkong to lecture on scriptures.
Regarding the location of Yunxiao Palace, Han Luo was very familiar with it. After a while, he arrived in front of a golden hall. Just standing outside, he could hear bursts of Taoist scriptures coming from inside.
, the sound was long and lingering, and even the great avenues of heaven and earth were humming continuously. This shows that the person who lectures on the scriptures has a strong cultivation.
Quietly pushing open the heavy door, Han Luo quietly walked in.
At the very front and center of the hall, an extremely powerful sword light was suspended there. Even if Han Luo looked at this sword light, his eyes would sting slightly and he would feel like crying. Not to mention that he would feel like crying.
For those disciples with lower cultivation levels, if ordinary disciples looked directly at him, their eyes would explode, or the sword energy would enter their bodies, causing their bodies to split open and die.
This figure, shrouded in sword energy and unable to see his figure clearly, is naturally Han Luo's senior brother, Zhao Changkong.
Zhao Changkong naturally noticed Han Luo's entry, but he didn't pay attention. He continued to preach to the disciples without hesitation. Below, many disciples sat with their heads bowed, listening to the Taoist scriptures in a daze.
drunk.
There are even many disciples with expressions of joy on their faces, as if they have gained real great wisdom and great joy from these Taoist scriptures.
What's even more amazing is that as Zhao Changkong preached, golden lotus flowers appeared out of thin air and bloomed in the space. For a time, the golden lotus flowers filled the entire hall, and the fragrance spread. Smelling the fragrance,
Even Han Luo felt refreshed.
Not to mention those disciples, after smelling these fragrances, some disciples were shocked, their breath fluctuated violently, and then... they broke through on the spot!
Others were not surprised by this magical scene. This kind of thing often happened when the great uncle was giving lectures. After all, their great uncle was almost one of the strongest people under their master.
A sermon is timeless, and an enlightenment lasts thousands of years.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Changkong finally stopped. When many disciples saw that the sound of lectures had stopped, they also understood that the time had come. So everyone stood up on their own initiative, not daring to look directly at the great master, but bowed respectfully to him.
After that, they all turned around and left.
Soon, only Zhao Changkong and Han Luo were left in the vast Yunxiao Palace.
The sword light slowly looked at Han Luo, who saluted respectfully.
"Junior brother, why do you have the leisure to come to me today?"
Along with Zhao Changkong's hearty voice, the space around Han Luo changed rapidly. By the time he reacted, he had already changed to another place. Although there was land under his feet, it was only within a few feet in radius.
On this small land, the towering trees took up a lot of space. The remaining space was just for a stone table and two stone chairs, and that was it.
And all around, there was surging chaotic energy.
Looking at the chaotic energy around him, Han Luo felt a chill in his heart. If he accidentally fell into these chaotic energy, he would probably fall into endless sinking and have to wait for death slowly.
Seeing the look in Han Luo's eyes, Zhao Changkong naturally knew what he was thinking, so Zhao Changkong laughed and comforted: "Haha, little junior brother, don't be afraid! I have a brother here, so you won't fall!"
Han Luo smiled reluctantly in response.
But Zhao Changkong didn't care at all, he greeted Han Luo warmly.
"Come, junior brother, sit down!" He called Han Luo to sit down on the stone chair, and Han Luo had no choice but to obey the order respectfully, and sat down on both sides of the stone table with Zhao Changkong.
As soon as he sat down, Han Luo felt something unusual.
Wave after wave of overwhelming power poured into his body, as if he was refining his body. This was not the most amazing thing. The most amazing thing was that he felt that even his mind was much more active at this time.
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Some cultivation issues that he didn't understand at ordinary times were immediately understood at this time. Not only that, but even his understanding of the Tao became a little better...
This chapter is a bit difficult to write, and it’s a bit late