There are two important places in the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain. One is the most important holy place of Qingyun Sect, "Huan Yue Cave". Thousands of years ago, the astonishing and brilliant Qingye Patriarch retreated here to achieve enlightenment. From then on, Qingyun Sect became the leader
Unrivaled in the world, leader of all heroes.
After Patriarch Qingye, Huanyue Cave became the most sacred place of Qingyun Sect. For thousands of years, only the master could enter this place.
The other place is the Ancestral Hall. As the name suggests, it is naturally the place where the ancestors of the Qingyun Sect are worshiped. From Qingyunzi who founded the Qingyun Sect to the Qingye Patriarch and the ancestors of the past generations, they all have spiritual tablets in this Ancestral Hall. Every day
The incense is endless.
On every important day, the Qingyun Sect, under the leadership of the leader, will come here to solemnly worship their ancestors, which is considered an important place in the Qingyun Sect.
However, except for the days of ancestor worship, the place is extremely deserted.
In a huge open space, there stands a majestic palace, with four-cornered eaves, glazed tile roof, and antique house number and red pillars, all seeming to tell the history of the past in this tranquility.
Bursts of light smoke floated out from the deep and somewhat gloomy hall. Looking from the outside, I could see candles dotted inside, and even the evergreen lamps swayed slightly and hung in the air.
In a side room of the palace, between the antique tables and chairs, a plainly dressed old man was making tea. The old man's movements were slow and elegant, complementing the surrounding quaint environment.
His eyes were calm and profound, as if he could see through all the chaos and understand the vicissitudes of the world.
Daoxuan was sitting aside. His gorgeous and complicated clothes were in sharp contrast to the old man's simple attire.
The headmaster looked a little uneasy, his eyes wandering back and forth between the old man's face and the teacup in his hand, as if he was waiting or expecting some important news.
The old man pouring the tea seemed to turn a blind eye to all this, and his movements always remained elegant and calm.
The tea poured slowly created ripples in the cup, exuding a light aroma. The aroma was elegant and distant, as if it carried ancient and profound historical memories.
The surrounding atmosphere was quiet and solemn, with only the sound of the old man pouring tea and the slight sound of the master drinking tea. At this moment, it seemed that time had stopped, leaving only the figures of the two people and the cup of elegant tea.
The old man looked at Daoxuan, smiled and said: "Life is like tea, you need to taste it slowly. Only by understanding the bitterness can you truly experience the sweetness."
Daoxuan remained silent after hearing this. He just gently picked up the tea cup and tasted the cup of tea.
After a while, his mood gradually calmed down.
"Master, what happened?" the old man asked calmly.
Daoxuan took a deep look at the old man in front of him and said solemnly: "The ancient sword of Zhu Xian is gone!"
"Pah~" the tea cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Old man:???
After a moment of silence, the old man frowned and said in confusion.
"How is it possible? According to the records in the sect's classics and the master's own test of the method. The Zhuxian ancient sword has carried the evil energy of my Qingyun Seven Veins for millions of years. Now it has been integrated with the Zhuxian formation. It is indestructible and no one can move it.
Including everyone, including me, let alone taking it away, just touching it will cause evil spirits to attack the body, and inner demons will appear. Is there something wrong with the Zhuxian Formation, causing the formation carrier to be automatically moved to other places?
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Daoxuan shook his head: "No, it must have been someone who was proficient in formations who took away the ancient sword.
Because I found that except for the fact that there is no Zhuxian Sword, the internal formation of the Zhuxian Sword Formation is perfect. Compared with before, except that the formation is out of control, there is almost no threat of evil energy leaking and the sky collapsing.
In other words, a powerful person came over, took away the ancient sword, and then transformed the formation for our Qingyun Sect. The key is that during this process, we knew nothing.
Moreover, there is a special line left on the stone platform: Kou Miao Kou Mi is here for a visit! Is there anyone with the surname Kou in this world? Could it be that he is a powerful alien?"
The old man was dumbfounded.
No one knew that he was the most outstanding disciple of Qingyun Sect at that time: Wan Jianyi.
Three hundred years ago, after the black-hearted old man led the elites of the four sects of the Demon Sect to attack the Qingyun Sect, the previous generation of Qingyun leader Tian Chengzi used the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, and with one sword strike, all the heroes were restrained.
The essence of the Immortal Killing Sword Formation is actually to gather the endless evil energy of the Qingyun Mountains, and use the power of heaven and earth to turn it into a sword edge, which is unstoppable. But everything must have a price, and the mind of those who use the great formation will be impacted by the evil energy.
The evil energy that has accumulated in the Qingyun Mountains for tens of millions of years is so astonishing. Even though every leader in the Qingyun Mountains has been an outstanding figure in the past generations, many of them still fell into the devil's path with their mortal bodies against so much evil energy.
Finally, firstly, in order to prevent outsiders from knowing the shortcomings of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and secondly, because of the reputation of being the leader of the most righteous sect in the world, the possessed masters will usually voluntarily abandon their cultivation and live in seclusion, or lead to being slaughtered.
The next generation leader kills.
Naturally, only the head of the family knows about these things.
People, and people who have power and strength, no matter how virtuous and respected they were, may be afraid of death in the end.
That day, Chengzi was attacked by evil spirits after a battle. When he was possessed, no matter how his two direct disciples, Wan Jianyi and Daoxuan, knelt down, cried, and tried to persuade him, they remained unmoved and unwilling to abandon their cultivation.
At the critical moment, the filial and benevolent Daoxuan hugged Tian Chengzi and shouted to Wan Jianyi: "Brother, don't do it yet!"
Wan Jianyi hesitated for a moment, and saw that the eyes of the master he had respected and respected since he was a child were red, and his whole body was filled with black energy. He gritted his teeth and pierced the master's heart with the sword of justice, the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
Originally, this matter might have ended like this, but at the critical moment Tian Buyi and others happened to come over and saw this scene with their own eyes.
Things are accomplished with secrets, words are used to reveal failures; those who accomplish great things should be tight-lipped!
In order for the Qingyun Sect to survive forever, the weakness of the Zhuxian Sword must not be leaked. Otherwise, in the future, if those demon giants come to test it again and again and keep making the Zhuxian Sword Formation appear, the leader's lineage will definitely become possessed by demons.
The leader who can master the Immortal Killing Sword Formation must be a peerless expert in the Taiqing Realm. If such a strong person is possessed by a demon, and there are foreign enemies to attack, how can the Qingyun Sect still be around?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As a last resort, for the sake of the sect and the reputation of the master, Wan Jianyi admitted that he was possessed by the devil and voluntarily died.
Right here in the Patriarch Hall, in front of the Patriarchs of all generations, and witnessed by all the leaders, the most outstanding disciple of the Qingyun Sect was killed by his junior brother with a palm strike.
Since then, the atmosphere in the Qingyun Sect's Seven Meridians has gradually begun to feel amiss.
But it’s not a big problem!
No one knows that Daoxuan spared no effort at the critical moment and saved senior brother Wan Jianyi's life. Maybe it was because he wanted his senior brother to see how suitable he was to be the leader, maybe because of the deep love between the brothers, or maybe because of guilt.
After so many years, with Wan Jianyi's intelligence, he gradually figured out the truth of what happened back then: he was plotted against.
After carefully thinking about the consequences of telling the truth, Wan Jianyi gave up because the price was too high. And it was obvious that Daoxuan seemed to be far more suitable to be the leader than him.
Over the years, he has even enjoyed being accompanied by Patriarch Qingdeng. It is a pity that he has made his junior brothers and sisters worried.
However, now that the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian is gone and stolen. Then all his sacrifices, more than a hundred years of abstinence from desire, eating fast and offering incense, and letting down Junior Sister Shuiyue, aren't they all in vain?
Already?
How about playing with him?
"Daoxuan, are you sure you are not joking with me?" The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes gradually clearing up and becoming unstoppable.
The ancient swords of Zhen Sect have been lost, so what’s the use of having this leader?
Daoxuan's heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of his senior brother who could come and go freely in the Demon Sect Temple back then. Then he remembered that his senior brother's cultivation level was one level worse than his own, and he immediately felt relieved.
There is a huge difference between the realms of Shangqing and Taiqing. Now my strength far exceeds that of my senior brother.
No big deal!
"Do I need to joke with you about this kind of thing?" Daoxuan said calmly.
Without that sword, he can still annihilate the enemy!
Wan Jianyi frowned.
It is true that the junior brother is now an expert in the Taiqing realm. Under normal circumstances, no one can be his enemy. But what about the next generation? Can they break through to the mysterious Taiqing realm on their own?
You know, he can be regarded as a genius, but without the help of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, he is only at the peak of the Shangqing realm. So what will the future juniors think when Daoxuan dies?
The Qingyun Sect was destroyed by his generation!
"Junior brother, according to the records in the classics, the most important thing that the ancient sword of killing immortals is so powerful is that it carries the endless evil energy accumulated by Qingyun's seven veins over the years.
The top priority we should do is two things: first: find a magic weapon with material properties comparable to the Zhuxian Ancient Sword to replace the Zhuxian Sword to activate the Zhuxian Sword Formation; second: find the whereabouts of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword."
Both of them knew in their hearts that the most important thing was the first item.
To be honest, since that person could take away the Immortal Killing Sword without anyone noticing, it is difficult for ordinary people to guess whether it is the cultivation strength or the strength of the formation. It is almost impossible to get the ancient sword back.
Daoxuan suddenly fell into deep thought.
…
"Tian Shouzuo! Okay!"
"Uncle Tian!"
"Hahaha, okay, how are you all!"
Tian Buyi, who is short and fat, faced the greetings of his disciples and smiled all the way, unable to close his mouth.
In recent days, Suru often joked that he might as well go to Baiyun Temple at the foot of the mountain to sit there. It is said that there is a Maitreya Buddha missing there.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Dazhu Peak had been suppressed for six generations and a thousand years, and now it was finally flourishing under his leadership.
I can't help but laugh!
At first, he just thought that Xiaofan was lucky and had unparalleled skills, but when he actually taught him swordsmanship and techniques, Tian Buyi was greatly surprised.
This kid is not bad at all in his understanding, he is diligent and not lazy, and he is also obedient. He will do whatever is asked of him without any compromise.
If he continues to progress like this, wouldn't Dazhufeng teach his first chief disciple in two years' time? He might even become the master one day in the future?
Phew!
Standing in front of the Yuqing Palace, Tian Buyi's lips were so raised that he could hang a lantern, and then he happily opened the door.
"What do you want from me, Senior Brother? I'm busy right now.
Hey, you don’t know, my Xiaofan learns things really fast. Isn’t it going to be a great competition soon? I need to spend more time teaching him.
Otherwise, what if you lose your strength and break the other little ones? Even if you don’t break them, it’s not good if you hurt the flowers and plants.”
Daoxuan:......
Disciple? These days, I don’t know who is wandering around in front of the leader of the Seven Meridians. Before anyone even opens his mouth, he just shows off his surprise.
"Hey, you also know that my Xiaofan learns things quickly?"
"Hey, I can't help it. Famous teachers make great disciples, right? There should be no suspense in this Qingyun Competition."
"Junior Sister Shuiyue, I heard that your disciple Lu Xueqi's stunning appearance just happened to have a good exchange with my apprentice. I will ask him to be merciful when the time comes."
"Haha, Cangsong, what, are you scared? It's okay, I will ask Xiaofan to give Qi Hao three hundred moves when the time comes!"
…
This human heart is really complicated.
The once honest and kind-hearted Junior Brother Tian Buyi has now become like this. What's so great about a mere disciple with a peak cultivation level of the Qing Dynasty?
"Master? If nothing happens, I will go have tea with Senior Brother Cangsong?" Tian Buyi said with a smile.
Daoxuan's face was serious and he said in a deep voice: "I want to talk to you about something next. I hope you can stay calm. Absolutely, absolutely don't be afraid, and don't tell anyone about it."
Tian Buyi was startled and clasped his fists: "Don't worry, Master, Buyi has gone through life and death. He has received the most professional training, so he will never be afraid."
Daoxuan nodded.
"Brother, come out."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with white hair and beard came out from the back of the hall. He was stooped and walked with a stoop.
"Junior Brother Tian, long time no see."
Tian Buyi was startled at first, then a little dazed, and finally his eyes were covered with tears, so he burst into tears, rushed forward and hugged the old man.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Senior Brother Wan, you are not dead, why are you like this?"
At this moment, the dignified and upright leader, one of the Seven Meridians of Qingyun, was crying with tears and snot flowing from his nose. For many nights, he regretted whether the decision he made back then was right or not.
Although it was his senior brother's decision to voluntarily lead himself to death, his senior brother was very kind to me. If it weren't for his care, guidance, and favor, how could he, the most ordinary disciple of Dazhu Peak, have achieved what he has achieved now?
So, how could I just watch him die?
After a long time, seeing that the old man seemed to have difficulty breathing, Tian Buyi seemed to feel something. He loosened his arms and looked up and down, his eyes full of disbelief.
He studied under the Qingyun Sect, one of the three major sects of the Righteous Path and the current leader of the Righteous Path.
He is the first among the eighteen generations of disciples of the Qingyun Sect.
He is dressed in white, unparalleled in his handsomeness, and extremely heroic.
He is a genius with amazing talents and extremely high moral conduct.
He is a legendary figure of the Qingyun Sect, and together with the leader Daoxuan, they were both known as the "Two Prides of Qingyun" when they were young.
A hundred years ago, when I was traveling in the wild and high-spirited, my left arm was cut off by Suzaku, one of the four holy envoys of the Demon Cult, in a melee. Blood surged, but my expression remained unchanged. I reached out and took off Suzaku's veil and praised her: Stunning beauty.
Senior brother, how did you live these years and how did you become like this?
As if thinking of something, Tian Buyi raised his head and glared at Daoxuan.
"Is it you? Daoxuan, is it you who abused my senior brother Wan like this?"
Daoxuan:???
People are sitting at home, and pots come from heaven.
