New Chapter 339 Reunion with Sword Fairy Jiang Qingyao
Chongxiao Hall, the place where all races once worshiped, the former True Saint Dojo, has been revived in this life.
There is indeed an extraordinary person named Jiang Qingyao here.
"I want to see her!" Wang Xuan said with great certainty.
"Your true saint looked into the deep sky and saw a corner of the trajectory of destiny, which guided you here. It is my little junior sister you want to see?" the woman in green asked, still remembering what he said earlier.
"Yes!" Wang Xuan nodded, but felt weird. Sword Fairy is not too young, right?
In the mother universe, she rose to prominence in ancient times and was over 800 years old when she left. She was already a heaven-level master, but here she is just a junior sister?
Now that 237 years have passed, she has been practicing Taoism for a thousand years, so she should be stronger.
"She has never been born, how can it be related to you?" said the woman in green. Her name is Zhou Qingdai, and she can wield a hundred thousand swords at a time.
"I don't understand the words of the true saint either." Wang Xuan said. Fortunately, no one thinks that he is using the supreme being as a cover to show off.
"Junior sister is in seclusion, but I can take you to see her." The man in black also said, his name is Mo Sijian, and he was the first person to compete with Wang Xuan.
This group of sword cultivators were very straightforward. At first, they didn't like him and drove him away. Now, after showing respect, they had nothing to say and just led the way.
Wang Xuan has no ill feelings towards them. These people are much better than Wu Lingkong and Chang Ming.
On the way, he saw one sword field after another. There were disciples who were still very immature practicing swordsmanship, and there were also old men who understood the Dharma and whose swordsmanship reached the sky.
On the way, many people looked at Wang Xuan, because they knew that this was a foreign swordsman who had defeated eight masters similar to the true immortals, and no one could defeat him.
For a time, Sun Wukong became somewhat famous in Chongxiao Palace.
Someone wields a sword, and it actually resonates with the dojo. The sword's light is immeasurable, and when it is slashed out with one sword, it depicts the scene of all things in the world of mortals and the state of the world's birth and death.
Wang Xuan was moved and stopped for a moment at a place where an old man practiced swordsmanship. This holy land of swordsmanship was really unpredictable.
"That is our fifth senior brother, who has been trapped in the realm of heavenly perfection for five hundred years." Mo Sijian said.
"That's fine. If we go to hell in the future, it will be much safer if our fifth senior brother leads the team." Zhou Qingdai, who has a cold temperament, said.
"How old is he?" Wang Xuan asked.
"More than two thousand years old." Zhou Qingdai replied.
Wang Xuan was dumbfounded. This fifth senior brother had short white hair and looked like he was wearing a hairpin. His real age was not very old, but he was just slovenly.
"If he wants to break through the past, he can do it at any time. Is it because he doesn't want to?"
Mo Sijian nodded and said: "Yes, he wants to cut out the sword in his heart, but he is still not satisfied so far, so he is trapped in this realm."
Soon, Wang Xuan learned that the people who had sword competition with him just now had been practicing for a thousand or two thousand years.
This is already a very fast speed. When a heaven-level extraordinary person improves his realm and breaks through small levels, it is much slower than when he was a true immortal.
"How many years have you been practicing?" Zhou Qingdai asked. Although she is a woman, she is a very direct swordsman and asks whatever comes to her mind.
"Hundreds of years." Wang Xuan said. He did not give a specific number, which was a bit eye-catching and blurred.
However, the few sword cultivators who followed were still quiet for a while. Four times in hundreds of years to break the limit of true immortals? This kind of speed is a bit abnormal!
Soon, both Zhou Qingdai and Mo Sijian knew that they had indeed misunderstood this holy grandson earlier.
"I have to explain, otherwise I will always be misunderstood. I am really not the grandson of the saint, and I have no blood relationship with the true saint." Wang Xuan corrected on the spot to clear his name.
A sword cultivator nodded: "I understand. Those who have high aspirations are not willing to live under the light of their ancestors. They all want to find their own way. It is understandable."
What do you understand? Wang Xuan had the intention to break up with him, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He was tired and the most important thing was to find someone first!
On the way, he made some innuendo and asked about Jiang Qingyao's condition.
Mo Sijian informed: "The little junior sister is lively and active, very smart, and has a high level of understanding. However, she doesn't talk about the past and has forgotten all about it. She must have lost her memory."
Wang Xuan's heart suddenly sank. What happened back then? How could Fairy Sword lose her memory? He felt very worried and wanted to see her immediately.
However, when he thought of the terrifying sea of ​​extraordinary light, he sighed again. It was too dangerous to take that road, and anything could happen.
His originally relaxed mood was covered by some gloom.
Zhou Qingdai looked at Mo Sijian indifferently and said, "You are the only one who thinks that my junior sister has lost her memory. She just doesn't want to talk about the past."
The Chongxiao Palace is revived and full of vitality. There are sword training places everywhere, and all kinds of sword techniques are available. There is also a place where the Chaos Sword Qi is surging, which is very terrifying.
In some places, some male swordsmen were engaged in a fierce duel, and they did not give in even though they were covered in blood. There were also female swordsmen with graceful postures, using the light of their swords to remove weeds in the herb fields.
Overall, this dojo seems to be thriving and climbing back to its peak.
"That's it." Mo Sijian said.
We have arrived, this is a relatively quiet area, with medicinal fields, bamboo forests, and stone mountains. The scenery is well-proportioned and simple. There are no swaying fairy buds or colorful flowers.
In fact, the overall atmosphere of Chongxiao Hall is back to nature, with swords as gifts, no wonderful scenery, flowers, etc. Many mountains are decorated with flying swords.
There are finally some bamboo forests and medicinal fields in this area, which is relatively gentle.
In the stone mountain area, accompanied by bamboo forests, there is a stone pagoda in the middle of the area. It is simple and has twelve floors. Each floor has many sword marks left by the sages of the past generations.
"Junior Sister Jiang!"
"Little junior sister!"
Mo Sijian and Zhou Qingdai called, not loudly, and the middle section of the twelve-story stone tower suddenly lit up with sword light, flowing with Taoist rhymes and intertwined sacred textures.
Then, a familiar figure pushed open the tower door and walked out. It was ethereal, out of the dust, and at the same time very active. Its quick steps were very light, like flying and floating.
Wang Xuan has endless joy. She is really the sword fairy Jiang Qingyao. Judging from her agile state, it is impossible for her to be controlled by others. She should have a good life here.
But soon, he fell into a daze again.
"Senior brothers and sisters, do you want to have a sword showdown? But you are far from my opponent." Even the lively and spiritual Sword Fairy was not so tactful when she came to Chongxiao Palace.
"Someone is looking for you." Zhou Qingdai and Mo Sijian were not embarrassed at all. Obviously, they had been used to it for a long time and had competed many years ago.
Sword Fairy had already stared at the strange man in front of him, and said: "He looks weird, so dull, his eyes are straight, where does that come from? It's strange, he feels a bit familiar."
It has to be said that her intuition is very scary now, even worse than before.
After she arrived, Wang Xuan took a few steps forward, his mind ups and downs. It was really not easy to see her again in another big universe.
From ancient times to the present, so many splendid civilizations and so many sages have died during the struggle for crossing, and it was very tragic, with no bones left.
They come from the same place, so being able to meet again in a strange new universe is really an "outrageous" miracle with a low probability.
"Why are you getting smaller and smaller?" Wang Xuan said without concealing it. What would happen if he was found to be related? He comes from Huaguo Mountain, the True Saint Dojo.
As he spoke, he pinched the sword fairy's little face.
Is this the Nirvana of the Sword Fairy who was placed in the health furnace in the past, or is the mini version of the Sword Fairy growing backwards again? It is smaller than before, so he was in a daze when he first saw it.
237 years have passed, Jiang Qingyao has not grown taller, but has become smaller and smaller. Now she looks only six or seven years old. Although she is still beautiful and delicate, ethereal and fairy-like, her little face is fleshy, too tender, and her eyes are wide open.
Glancing at it makes people want to pinch it.
She is younger than before. The previous mini version of Sword Fairy, after growing up a little, looks like she is at least over 10 years old.
More than two hundred years have passed, and she has become more and more "girly".
There is no doubt that she is stronger than before. Although she is young, she is very advanced and should be at the late stage of heaven level. She escaped Wang Xuan's "magic clutch" in an instant.
But she was startled, it was too familiar, especially this action.
Her thoughts suddenly fell into the past. Back then, in the mother universe, there was a bold guy who was a habitual criminal and had done this many times.
"Could it be you?" There were textures in her eyes. At that time, she had semi-mature spiritual eyes, and her spiritual perception was naturally extremely sharp.
Now, she stared at the man in white in front of her, looking carefully and again.
However, she felt that it was difficult for that person to come over back then.
This is an extraordinary universe. Throughout the ages, so many civilizations and powerful men have exhausted all the resources of the entire era and fallen on the road.
Although that person was very special back then, when he left, he was only in the realm of Xiaoyaoyou. He couldn't let go of the people and things in the mother universe, so he didn't follow them on the road and risked his life.
Can he come here on his own? Normally speaking, it would be too difficult. Unless he is extremely lucky and relieved, he can go along a certain road without encountering any danger.
"He is Sun Wukong, from the Huaguoshan Dojo." Zhou Qingdai said, having a premonition that the two people might have something, or even be old acquaintances.
"Ah?!" Sword Fairy Jiang Qingyao was in a daze. She had been in seclusion for many years and had never known anything about the outside world. Now that she heard about it for the first time, she suddenly became a little distracted.
At the beginning, at the end of the extraordinary period, she had integrated into the mortal world and learned all kinds of new things about the old land and the new star. As for books, she naturally read a lot.
She knew this name, this "dojo", and her eyes widened immediately. A miracle really happened. That person from back then also followed her?!
However, it has only been more than two hundred years, and in the environment of the depleted mother universe, although he is very special, he has grown too fast, right?
While she was lost in thought, her fleshy little face was finally pinched by a "poisonous hand".
"Why are you growing smaller and smaller? Are you practicing some magical skills while traveling against time?" Wang Xuan squeezed it again and again. It felt really good in the hand. It was chubby and still the same as before.
He was extremely happy and excited. It would be a blessing to meet each other in a foreign land on the same planet, let alone to meet again like this in a strange universe.
In fact, he had been mentally prepared for a long time. Maybe all the people crossing the sea had died, but now that he could see a living sword fairy, he was filled with thoughts and was extremely happy and excited.
"Let go!" Sword Fairy Jiang Qingyao almost gave him a blow of the Heavenly Sword Qi. After confirming that it was him, she finally restrained herself. Her face was so stretched that it was deformed. She was so happy and excited that she quickly warned several senior brothers.
Senior sister is watching, she doesn't want to lose face?
Next to them, a group of people were dumbfounded. Sun Wukong was really good at pinching their little junior sister who was so naughty and naughty as soon as they met? That was an extraordinary person at the late stage of heaven level.
They knew very little about this little junior sister. They only knew that she seemed to have another base, and that she had walked the extraordinary path all over again, and now her path was extremely profound.
"Let go!" The little sword fairy Jiang Qingyao recovered, her ethereal charm was gone, and she was as fierce as the miniature version she had been before, almost snarling her teeth and claws.
Seeing her face full of collagen, Wang Xuan couldn't help but pinch it again, and quickly released it to make sure it still felt like the mother universe.
"Junior sister, do you know him?"
"Okay, you guys chat, we're leaving first."
When Zhou Qingdai and Mo Sijian saw this posture, they immediately knew that these two people had crossed paths in the past, otherwise the junior sister would have slashed out with all her strength with billions of strands of sword energy.
Although several sword cultivators were aloof and rarely smiled, they were not really dull. They said hello and disappeared quickly, leaving this place to the two of them.
Wang Xuan has too much to say. How has she lived these years? Where are the others? What did they encounter when they crossed the sea?