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Chapter 242 The Past in Shushan (Part 2)

Ling Xiangbo single-handedly overturned the Heavenly Demon Sea in the Western Region, and from then on there was no Heavenly Demon Sect in the world.

But he didn't kill the little girl. He seemed to wake up a little, looked at the little girl helplessly, and asked calmly: "Do you want to kill me?"

The girl struggled in a complicated way for a long time. She didn't know whether she should kill him or not. In Ouyang Huanyin's heart, this devil who destroyed her home was the real devil.

In the end, Ling Xiangbo inserted the magic sword in front of the girl, turned around and strode away, leaving only one sentence: "If you think about it, come to Shushan to kill me. I will never fight back!"

The little girl looked at the sword stuck on the ground, with a trace of fear in her eyes. What kind of magic sword was this? She walked over slowly and pulled out the magic sword stuck on the ground. At this time

Disappeared without a trace.

Shushan was destroyed, and the Demon Sect also disappeared from the world. Twenty years later, a mysterious sect appeared in Yunnan and Guizhou. This sect was called - Huanyin Pavilion.

When I hear this, I can't help but think about the relationship between the Huanyin Pavilion and the Ouyang Huanyin Club in the story.

When Wei Xuanhe said this, he also saw the doubts in Xingxin. So he said calmly: "This Huanyin Pavilion is another Tianmo sect founded by Ouyang Huanyin, but it rarely moves around in the world."

Huanxin understood, nodded, and asked: "What about the successor Ling Xiangbo? He must not be dead, otherwise how will your Shushan inheritance be passed down?"

Wei Xuanhe smiled faintly, nodded and said, "Of course it won't end that easily."

Then Wei Xuanhe took a deep breath and continued to tell the story after Shushan...

Ten years after the fall of Shushan, the mountain gate was already desolate, with collapsed scenes and ruins everywhere. After Ling Xiangbo returned to Shushan, he knew that he had sinned deeply and wanted to kill himself, but he knew that there was something in Shushan that he must protect.

, which is the Sword Tomb in Shushan Mountain.

This place not only carries the glorious past of Shushan for thousands of years, but also suppresses countless demons and monsters. If the Sword Tomb is left unattended, all the hard work of Shushan over the years will be in vain, and the world will experience another catastrophe.

So Ling Xiangbo guarded the sword tomb and never left Shushan.

In the seventh year of his guardianship, ten years after Shushan's demise, he welcomed his first guest in these seven years.

This is the attire of a young Taoist. This man has beautiful features, a heroic look between his brows, and a firm and resolute look in his eyes. You can tell at a glance that this man is definitely not an ordinary person.

This man came to Shushan and looked at the devastation. He couldn't help but sigh. The once grandeur has now become a joke. This young Taoist is a casual cultivator and does not belong to any sect. However, relying on some feng shui passed down from his ancestors,

He could barely make ends meet with his own means, so he, who liked to travel around the world, came to Shushan unknowingly. Maybe everything was destined somehow, and he became the reason for Shushan to continue.

The Taoist stayed in Shushan for three days, and Ling Xiangbo watched him for three days. Just when the Taoist felt that the place was boring and was about to leave, Ling Xiangbo appeared in front of the Taoist.

The young Taoist was really frightened and thought he had seen a ghost. After all, at that time, Ling Xiangbo was covered in rags and unkempt, and he looked no different from a ghost.

At first, the young Taoist was still trembling with fear. Later, when he learned that this was the Shushan hero Ling Xiangbo who single-handedly destroyed the entire sea of ​​demons, he slowly let down his guard.

Ling Xiangbo also knew that this man was a Taoist monk named Zhao Dongchang.

Zhao Dongchang seemed to be full of curiosity about this legendary hero, and decided to stay in Shushan for the rest of his life.

Another ten years later, Shushan was still the same dilapidated Shushan. But when Zhao Dongchang got up this day, he felt a slight difference, as if there was an evil aura slowly approaching Shushan.

Zhao Dongchang also grabbed it in the air, and a long sword instantly turned purple and flew into his hand. Yes, the sword he was holding was the Purple Ying Sword.

Ten years later, Ling Xiangbo was no longer in Shushan, and the person who guarded Shushan became this man named Zhao Dongchang. He became the only descendant of Ling Xiangbo, and naturally became the guardian of Shushan. Since there are evil spirits

Invading, Zhao Dongchang is of course bound to protect the last dignity of Shushan.

He slowly walked out of the hall, only to see a woman standing alone in front of the mountain gate. Zhao Dongchang also saw that this woman was by no means an idle person, so he asked: "Who are you, and why did you come to Shu Mountain!"

The woman glanced at him and said coldly, "Where is Ling Xiangbo?"

Zhao Dongchang seemed to understand something and quickly guessed the woman's identity, so he asked tentatively: "Are you Ouyang Huanyin?"

The woman glanced at Zhao Dongchang with a sharp look and said coldly: "Ouyang Huanyin is dead. There is no longer the name Ouyang Huanyin in the world. All that is left is the seventh princess of the Huanyin Pavilion!"

Zhao Dongchang didn't care much about the affairs of Jianghu, and what this woman said didn't mean anything to him. Later, when the woman learned that Ling Xiangbo had died of cold weather a year ago, she turned around and shed a drop of sadness.

Tears, and then I wanted to turn around and leave.

At this time, Zhao Dongchang suddenly stopped her and asked: "Is our Qingsuo Sword from Shushan in your hands? Please return it!"

The seventh princess glanced at him disdainfully, turned around and continued walking without stopping. Seeing this, Zhao Dongchang flew over and blocked her way.

The Seventh Princess had no intention of getting entangled with this person, so she said: "The sword soul of Qingsuo Sword has cut off its blood inheritance, but it is not in my Huanyin Pavilion. If you want to find it, go to the Demon Sea!"

After that, the woman flew into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

Zhao Dongchang did not pursue him. He knew that the seventh princess had no reason to lie to him. With the induction of Ziying Sword, Qingsuo Sword has never been born.

But his master's only last wish before his death was to find the Qingsuo Sword so that the purple and green swords of Shushan could be passed down. So Zhao Dongchang shouldered this mission and left Shushan alone, heading towards the Western Regions.

At this point, a ray of dawn appeared on the horizon, in sharp contrast to the darkness of dawn. Qing Xin and Wei Xuanhe chatted all night on the top of the mountain, leaving cigarette butts all over the mountain.

A breeze blew by, Wei Xuanhe looked at the red sun rising in the sky, sighed and said: "I told you so much, actually I want you and the Cold Wave Sword in your hand to help find the Qingsuo Sword. After all, you were

The sword in my hand is intertwined with the Qing Suo sword."

Intersection? Huan Xin curiously looked down at the Cold Wave Sword stuck at his feet. But he still asked with some confusion: "Have you not found Zhao Dongchang? Then you have been searching for so many years and still haven't found it. How can you be sure that I can do it?"

?”

Wei Xuanhe lit up his last cigarette and said with a smile: "I think the Cold Wave Sword in your hand will give you the answer to this question. I will still be waiting for you here when the game is over."

Huan Xin frowned and asked, "Why are you participating in the competition?"

Wei Xuanhe's expression became serious and he said to Qing Xin: "The Taixu Shangqing secret method was originally our Shushan's method. Before Shushan's demise, it was lent to Taixu Guan's Master Lingxu. I want to take it back to us."

Shushan’s own stuff.”

After saying that, Wei Xuanhe stepped on his sword and left.

Huan Xin shook his head. He was exhausted after listening to the stories all night. He forcibly increased his Tao power to make himself more energetic. He didn't know what kind of competition would be waiting for his challenge today.

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