While chatting, a city appeared in front of me. The city surrounded a huge sword-like mountain. The peak penetrated into the sky. Before I got close, I felt a sword intent as if it was about to pierce the sky, which made Long Xiaoshan take a look.
"Sword City is here."
Ximen Xiaoyao, the head of the Ximen family, spoke.
The sword-shaped treasure ship drew an arc and fell straight into the sword city.
The Sword City is not big, but it is also very prosperous. The sword-carrying people all over the streets, and the sword energy fills the void. Obviously, this is a sword cultivator city. Here, it is difficult for you to see other types of monks.
The one who ruled this city was the Simen clan.
The sword-shaped treasure ship was unobstructed and rowed towards the center of the city. Along the way, countless sword cultivators saluted at the sword-shaped treasure ship. Obviously, the Ximen family has a high status here, and everyone knows that this is the treasure ship of the head of the Ximen family.
The treasure ship was as fast as a meteor, and in a blink of an eye it reached the huge sword mountain in the middle of the city.
I saw that the Jianshan Mountain was as smooth as a mirror, not as natural as it was formed.
As he approached, the sword intent that was about to break through the sky became even more obvious. Long Xiaoshan could clearly feel the ancient and vastness of the sword intent, which was absolutely mysterious and could not be left by ordinary people.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan seemed to be sensing Jianshan.
Ximen Xiaoyao said with a hint of pride: "Senior, this is the place where our Ximen family's Heavenly Lord ancestor Ximen Feixue became enlightened back then. My Ximen family flourished here. Unfortunately, the descendants are not worthy. The Ximen family is now a world of difference from the time when the ancestors were there. I am ashamed."
Speaking later, Ximen Xiaoyao's tone brought a hint of emotion and depression.
After all, the Ximen family was once so glorious, but now it has fallen into this. Not to mention the Heavenly Lord, he is still quite far from the peak of the Golden Pill.
Long Xiaoshan said calmly: "Feng Shui turns and it is normal for the ups and downs of the cultivation world to rise and fall. There is no force that will always be at its peak, but as long as it continues, there may not be no chance of making a comeback."
"What the senior said is very much." Ximen Xiaoyao nodded.
He also understood this truth. When the treasure ship entered the mountain, the Ximen family was on the Jianshan Mountain. Soon, they arrived at an extremely ancient and magnificent mansion. After the treasure ship descended, many people welcomed him.
One of the beautiful women stood in front of the crowd and saw that there were many people missing from the Ximen family. Ximen Xiaoyao was even hung up with a color on his body. He came forward with a worried look: "Husband, what happened? Why are you injured?"
Ximen Xiaoyao said: "There was some accident in the ruins, and many people died. I will talk about it later. Senior Long, Mrs. Long, come and pay a visit."
The beautiful woman saw a young man standing next to Ximen Xiaoyao, with an unexpected look on her face. She was too young. Her husband actually called out to seniors and had such a respectful attitude. Just when she was a little confused, Ximen Xiaoyao's voice came into her ears: "Madam, don't be negligent, this person killed Xuanzhan."
Mrs. Ximen's heart suddenly jumped, Xuanzhan, isn't that the leader of Xuanbing Sect?
That is the same name as Ximen Xiaoyao.
The leader of the Xuanbing Sect actually died at the hands of this young man. Mrs. Ximen immediately understood her husband's attitude. Since the other party could kill Xuanzhan, then the Ximen family would probably not be his opponent.
Mrs. Ximen quickly paid a visit and said, "I will pay homage to Senior Long."
Long Xiaoshan said: "You are welcome, you don't need to be polite, madam."
"Madam, you bring Senior Long in first, and be entertained with me. I have to deal with the aftermath." Ximen Xiaoyao said that more than half of the elites of the Ximen family have been lost this time, and many of them are compatriots in the family. The head of Ximen Xiaoyao naturally needs to appease the clan.
Mrs. Ximen said, "No problem, husband, go and do it, leave it to me."
"Senior, I've been neglected." Ximen Xiaoyao accused Long Xiaoshan.
Long Xiaoshan said: "It's okay, the head of the family is asking for advice, I'm disturbing me."
Ximen Xiaoyao left quickly. Here, Mrs. Ximen invited Long Xiaoshan and said, "Senior Long, please come inside."
Long Xiaoshan followed Mrs. Ximen into the main hall of the Ximen family. Mrs. Ximen wanted to instruct the servants to hold a banquet to invite Long Xiaoshan. Long Xiaoshan immediately declined, "Madam, I am accidentally wandering here. I am here for the first time. I don't need such red tape. I just want to practice for a while and ask my wife for forgiveness."
Mrs. Ximen said, "This is too neglecting to distinguished guests."
Long Xiaoshan said: "We practitioners are idle clouds and wild cranes, so why don't we care about these worldly worlds?"
Mrs. Ximen was infected by Long Xiaoshan's chic attitude: "I'm a cheesy, please come here for senior."
Mrs. Ximen stood up again, asked Long Xiaoshan to enter, passed through the numerous courtyards, and arrived at the top of Jian Peak. Mrs. Ximen said, "This is the place where my Ximen practices, it is extremely quiet."
Long Xiaoshan looked around, with a beautiful environment, with a waterfall falling from the mountains, and there was an invisible sword intent here. It should have been left by the ancestor of the Heavenly Lord of the Ximen family. Although it has faded a lot after a long period of time, it still has a great benefit to the sword cultivator.
Above the waterfall, there were two figures practicing swords. The swords came out and kept slashing towards the waterfall.
The two seemed to sense someone coming, and looked back and saw the waterfall.
They are a man and a woman, two young people with very similar appearances, probably twins of dragons and phoenixes, and they are somewhat similar to the head of the Ximen family. When they see Mrs. Ximen, they all shouted: "Mom."
"Feng'er, Yu'er, come here and see Senior Long." said Mrs. Ximen.
Both of them looked at Long Xiaoshan with a strange look on their faces. The young man obediently shouted: "Senior Long."
The other girl had a bit of coquettish face and snorted: "Mom, he is no two years older than me, where did he get the senior?"
"Random!" Mrs. Ximen scolded her and bent down to Long Xiaoshan to apologize: "Sorry, Senior Long, the little girl is unruly. It's not intentional. Please don't blame me."
Long Xiaoshan smiled slightly: "What's wrong with a boy's nature? No need to be polite. Speaking of which, I should be no bigger than them."
Mrs. Ximen said with a slightly distorted look: "Is that true, Senior Gui Geng?"
Long Xiaoshan said: "There is no detailed calculation, but this year it should be forty."
Mrs. Ximen showed a look of shock on her face. Long Xiaoshan was only forty years. This is really very young in the cultivation world. But Ximen Xiaoyao said that if he killed Xuanzhan, he would at least have to be at the late stage of the Jindan stage. Is there such a monster in the cultivation world?
Mrs. Ximen was shocked. She didn't believe it very much, but it seemed that Long Xiaoshan didn't need to lie like this.
"I just say he is not a few years older than us. He is only forty years old, and he is called his senior." Ximen Yu shouted.
"What do you know? The cultivation world does not judge age by age. Senior Long is a master of enlightenment. Even your father respects senior, so how can you be neglected?" Mrs. Ximen saw that Ximen Yu was still so big and small, and she was afraid that she would rush to Long Xiaoshan.
After all, no matter how kind the other party is, he still killed Xuanzhan. There is no good person in the world of cultivation.
"Mom, aren't you and your father cheated?" Ximen Yu looked at Long Xiaoshan suspiciously: "Are you that powerful?"
Long Xiaoshan was not very angry. Ximen Yu should have been very favored and had never suffered outside, so he had such a spoiled and arrogant character. However, this was not a bad thing. He smiled, suddenly raised his hand, and pointed it like a sword. Everyone felt creepy in an instant, especially Ximen Yu, who was cold all over at that moment, as if the sword was pierced through his body and soul.
The next moment, the endless waterfall split into two in an instant, solidifying in it, as if it was a painting that had stopped.