When Nangong Qiushui heard this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Yuan Futu rarely saw her smile, especially on this charming face, which was somewhat bright and moving.
At this moment, a burst of noise came. Led by Xiao Nan, dozens of people filed in and stood in the lobby of the Tianxuan Palace with great momentum.
"No need to think about it anymore, we have already decided that only you can sit in that seat." Xiaonan said carelessly, using a commanding tone.
Yuan Futu's eyes wandered on the dark jade seat, and with a dark face, he said: "I dare you to make a plan?"
Gong Yangjue walked out of the crowd, cupped his hands and said: "It's not a calculation, but a hit-and-miss agreement. A country can't live without a king for a day, not to mention this sect with a history of thousands of years. This time we can get out of trouble. The elder of Futu deserves the most credit, so he should become the sword."
Thirteen, and it doesn’t matter whether you have the strength or not.”
"Then what's important?" Yuan Futu asked with a frown.
Wang Cannian said: "As long as we agree, nothing matters."
Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, feeling that these people were no longer unreasonable.
Nangong Qiushui said calmly: "Actually, I don't want to discuss this matter with you, it's just a notification. As for the ceremony to succeed Sword Thirteen, I think it can be a little extravagant. After all, the sect has just suffered a disaster and needs some exciting things.
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Yuan Futu stared at her and said, "Do you really think I can do it?"
"I said you can do it, you can do it." Nangong Qiushui's reason was simple and irrefutable, "Don't you think you can do it?"
Yuan Futu curled his lips and said, "The word "incompetent" has never been in my dictionary."
"That's okay." Nangong Qiushui looked proud, as if everything was under her control.
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On the next day, the succession ceremony for the thirteenth Sword Sect leader began.
The sword masters, inner disciples and outer disciples totaled thousands of people, and they all stood in an orderly manner on the square in front of the main peak.
The black throne was moved to the steps in front of the main hall. Yuan Futu was a little restless, stroking the cold handrails and looking at the sky. At some point, the clouds and fog dispersed, and wisps of warm sunlight fell down, illuminating the Jianzong.
Xiaodouzi stood aside, looking much better. When he saw the long-lost sun, he suddenly showed a smile.
Yuan Futu took a deep breath and looked at the group of Sword Sect disciples. It seemed that everything happened too fast. As a mountain man, the lower his status, the stronger his desire for power, but now there is no such thing.
I feel excited, but I feel like there is a mountain pressing on my back, making me breathless.
A sect with a history of thousands of years fell into his own hands. Faced with all the complicated events, he was really at a loss what to do.
At this moment, Xiao Nan raised his hand, and everyone shouted in unison. The new name Jian Shisan was recalled like thunder in Yuan Futu's ears, making his blood boil. Facing so many disciples
To worship, he suddenly understood why Shen Wuyu deliberately tried to seize the position of the sect leader.
The temptation of power is irresistible to anyone.
Nangong Qiushui said indifferently: "Leave those tedious things to other sword masters. You can do whatever you want."
Yuan Futu raised his head, looked at her charming face, and said, "There is something I must do."
"What's up?"
"Retreat."
After experiencing this peak battle, Yuan Futu felt more and more that his strength was too small and vulnerable. Just as Qin Chuan said, if he met him again in the future, he would either be strong enough to fight against him or be killed.
He already understood this truth when he fought the blind bear in Kunlun Mountain.
If there is enough strength, everything can be reversed, and maybe Wan'er won't have to die.
But when it comes to the real reason for seclusion, it is because Yuan Futu has to spend a long time to digest the cultivation experience of the Sword Sect seniors in his mind and the power left in the body of the Sword Tomb Lingbao.
Nangong Qiushui was silent for a moment, nodded, and said: "It's up to you, where do you plan to go to retreat?"
"The back mountain is in the cave in front of Wan'er's grave, so I can see her day and night."
Nangong Qiushui frowned slightly and said: "Time can kill everything after all."
Yuan Futu smiled and said, "Then have you ever forgotten Elder Fang?"
Nangong Qiushui's eyes turned cold and said, "What did you say?"
"Actually, I can tell that the relationship between Elder Nangong and Elder Fang is unusual. I think even though he has passed away for a long time, he is still deeply rooted in your heart."
Nangong Qiushui said in a deep voice: "How do you know?"
"Because I feel the same way about Wan'er. I'm sure that no matter how many years pass, she will never fade away from my heart." Before meeting Wan'er, Yuan Futu didn't understand love, so he cherished this relationship.
Memories, and particularly unforgettable memories.
Nangong Qiushui's eyes wandered and fell into silence.
There are many trivial matters in Jianzong, including the selection of inner disciples in Jianlu, the recruitment of outer disciples, the refining of elixirs and spiritual treasures, and the management of mineral veins, etc. Even hearing about it once is enough to make Yuan Futu stand up, Xiao Nan
To put it bluntly, he is just a rough man and is unwilling to deal with these matters. Fortunately, the two sword masters Gong Yangjue and Wang Cannian, who are highly respected, have taken the responsibility, and they can barely maintain the normal operation of this sect.
A few days later, Yuan Futu came alone to a lonely mountain peak in the back mountain.
There is an ancient cave here, and Wan'er's tombstone is just a few dozen feet in front of the cave. No writing has been left on the newly erected stone tablet. Ao Tianbo did this deliberately because he wanted Yuan Futu to carve it himself.
Pointing like a sword, Yuan Futu carved a line of characters on it one stroke at a time.
"The tomb of my beloved wife Lin Wan'er, with the inscription of her husband Yuan Futu."
Although she has not worshiped Heaven and Earth yet, Yuan Futu has already regarded her as his wife in his heart.
It was not until night fell that Yuan Futu entered the cave.
The space in this cave is not very large, and the inside seems to be cut out by the edge of a sword, with sharp edges and corners.
Yuan Futu sat cross-legged on the futon prepared in advance, calmed down and began his journey of retreat.
In my mind, those fragments of consciousness gradually became brighter. It seemed that the memories of the Sword Sect seniors had been suppressed for too long, and instead they became cathartic and turned into endless thoughts that emerged in my mind.
Every thought is a treasure that cannot be measured by value!