The Qingyun Competition was interrupted by the sudden invasion of the demon clan, and ended with the Qingyun Sect's leader's sword killing the seventh-level demon king, shocking all parties.
Lei Jiangheng, who tried to trigger the Qingyun Sect uprising, fell in front of the Demon Suppression Monument.
Xuanjizi's sword shocked all the monks in Qingping Prefecture.
Gu Yusheng's sword in front of the Demon Suppression Monument also left a deep impression on people.
Huo Qingyuan of the Sijian Sect met the leader of the Qingyun Sect again, and when he returned the salute with his fists clasped, he showed a little more respect. Fellow Daoist Xiao also quietly changed to Fellow Daoist Xuanji.
Although Xuanjizi came into limelight that day, his figure became stooped and his appearance became older.
But no one underestimated the leader of the Qingyun Sect.
Naturally, no one would be ignorant to ask who will receive the recommendation quota for the three holy places.
Xuanjizi paid homage to nearly a thousand dead souls in front of the Demon Suppression Monument.
He promised General Qingyun to send his disciples to Qingpingzhou to kill the monsters ravaging the world.
All the unwilling sects and aristocratic families had to accept this result.
Qingyun Gate is still Qingyun Gate.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
What's more, the fear that the monsters brought to people that day was deeply imprinted in the souls.
After staying at Qingyun Gate for several days, the guests descended the mountain one after another.
For most people, being able to return alive is already the greatest luck.
A foggy autumn morning.
The dead leaves of Qingping Mountain are falling in the wind.
Gu Yusheng, together with Zhu Qing, Xiao Muqing and other Six Peaks disciples, bid farewell to the disciples of Qixiufang and Sijianmen in front of the Demon Suppression Monument.
The leader bids farewell to the leader, and the elder bids farewell to the elder.
There is naturally no friendship between disciples.
But the form still needs to be there.
Zhuang Qi of the Sijian Sect survived, and the Qingxiao Sword has been sheathed again. His face is pale and bloodless. Among the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, he only walked towards Gu Yusheng and held hands with each other. Zhuang Qi still had a proud expression on his eyebrows:
"Next time, I won't lose to you."
"Me too."
Gu Yusheng answered.
Zhuang Qi was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "I hope we can slay demons together if we have the opportunity in the future."
"good."
Gu Yusheng bid farewell to Zhuang Qi.
The people of the Sijian Sect left in a hurry. They kept a much lower profile than when they entered the Qingyun Sect, because many of the disciples around them had been bribed by the Xuanlong Dynasty and took their places. In this matter, the master of the Qingyun Sect
The door didn't mention it at all, and Huo Qingyuan of the Sijian Sect naturally wouldn't mention it either.
Compared to the sword cultivators of the Four Swords Sect.
The female disciples of Qixiufang are obviously much more popular.
They once hid in the peach blossom forest with the female disciples of Qingyun Sect's Luochen Peak, and they had an extra love affair with each other. No matter how weak the relationship was, after a life and death experience, they would feel reluctant to part with each other.
The orioles and swallows are crying endlessly.
There are not many people who give things to each other.
Zhuqing's younger sister, Zhuyun, is a female disciple of Qixiufang. Using this brother and sister as a bridge, many young monks from Qingyun Sect also took the opportunity to become familiar with the female disciples of Qixiufang.
This scene.
It still looks very cozy.
Gu Yusheng was not familiar with the female disciples of Qixiufang and just stood at a distance.
In the thick autumn fog.
His mind has wandered far away.
There is someone he misses in his heart.
behind him.
It's Qingping Mountain.
his heart.
It has long been entrusted to Jingting Mountain.
That's a very far away place.
There are people he cares about.
"Junior Brother Gu."
A sudden sound interrupted Gu Yusheng's thoughts. Zhu Die, dressed in green, walked towards him. She was holding an emerald green wine bottle in her hand. She looked at Gu Yusheng and opened her teeth lightly:
"This is wine brewed from pear blossoms picked from the Qixiu Flower Sea. I gave it to Junior Brother Gu as a thank you to Junior Brother Gu and Miss Mo for rescuing me that day."
Gu Yusheng was stunned for a moment, took a step back, and shook the wine gourd at his waist.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Zhu."
Gu Yusheng did not go to pick up the wine from Zhu Die.
When Zhu Die saw Gu Yusheng retreating, his expression darkened slightly.
"Junior Brother Gu, the pear blossom wine is also delicious."
"I know."
Gu Yusheng answered politely and handed over his hand again.
Zhu Die stretched out her hands and stood in a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Fortunately at this time.
Yun Shang walked slowly, took the wine from Zhu Die's hand, walked past Gu Yusheng step by step, stopped in front of the sword, opened the bottle of wine, and sprinkled a few drops in front of the sword.
.
The fragrance of pear blossoms fills the air.
The autumn wind is intoxicating.
Yun Shang waved to Zhu Die.
Zhu Die walked silently past Gu Yusheng and came to the sword.
She clasped her hands together.
Bowed to the sword.
Many Qingyun Sect disciples and elders frowned.
Gu Yusheng was stunned.
Yun Shang's voice fell on Gu Yusheng's ears: "Your father once rescued the little girl in Xianhuzhou. I originally arranged a fate between the little girl and you. Now it seems that it is a bit redundant, but this wine
, you’d better take it.”
Yun Shang handed the wine to Gu Yusheng.
Gu Yusheng looked at Zhu Die, who was saluting the sword, and took the wine down.
He faced the sword, opened the wine bottle, and took a sip. The fragrant and sweet wine dripped from the corner of the young man's mouth.
Zhu Die's eyes fell on the young man.
Stared for a while.
"Let's go."
Yun Shang gently took Zhu Die's clothes with her.
When passing in front of Gu Yusheng, Yun Shang paused.
"If he gets tired of watching Qingping Mountain in his youth, he can come to Qixiufang. All the female disciples in Qixiufang are excellent."
Gu Yusheng responded: "Then you have to wait until I go to Jingting Mountain to find Miss Mo."
Yun Shang's expression froze.
Pulling Zhu Die along, her pace became much faster.
"What's wrong, Junior Sister Yun? Are you angry with a junior?"
Ye Zhiluo, wrapped in neon clothes, held her arms in her arms, glanced at Gu Yusheng, and whispered in Yun Shang's ear.
"Look at the white clothes he is wearing, you should understand what the young man is thinking. Fortunately, when I went to Qingyun Town, I left some good cloth for the old man. When the young man has the opportunity to return to his hometown, I want to get those clothes.
It’s also cut out, and this is the real perfection.”
"Come back with me. The wind that stirred up Qingping Mountain has not really calmed down. We should go back and be more prepared."
When Ye Zhiluo said this, she seemed to think of something. Her figure suddenly appeared in front of Gu Yusheng. With a movement of her palm, a green cloth bundle was handed to Gu Yusheng.
"The people outside the mountain gave it to you."
After the green cloth bundle was handed to Gu Yusheng's hand, Ye Zhiluo walked towards the outside of Qingyunmen Mountain with bursts of spiritual light under his feet.
The other female disciples of Qixiufang also rose into the air and flew out of the mountain.
Yun Shang finally flew up in the sky, and looked back in the direction of the peach blossom forest, with a bit of sadness on her face. She was in the clouds and mist, her eyes were hazy, and she saw the female disciple Zhu Die still staying where she was. She bit her teeth and clenched her sleeves.
A gust of wind blew up, and the figure fluttered, dissipating in the clouds and mist outside the Qingyun Gate.
After a lively event.
It's a separation.
The practitioners in a hurry only took away a few fallen leaves from Qingyun Gate.
There are many solitary graves in Qingping Mountain.
On the Cloud Bridge that reconnected the six peaks, the disciples who used to come and go were no longer visible.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect also seemed to have forgotten about the quota for the Holy Land.
The ruthless time seems to have slowed down.
Give Qingyun Sect disciples time to heal themselves.
But the dead.
It is true that it will never appear again.
It's better to be trapped in a cocoon.
It’s just bad luck.
Most of the people who survived understood one truth: if you can't hold the sword in your hand, you can't hold the throat of fate.
Without strong abilities, it is only a matter of time before one dies at the hands of monsters.
The disciples of the Qingyun Sect who had been washed by the demon blood were no longer as impetuous as before and finally calmed down.
When they saw Gu Yusheng, they no longer had the strange look in their eyes.
There is no hatred that can transcend life and death.
The fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind always remind the disciples of Qingyun Sect that it may get dark next time. When it is quiet late at night, the sky will sprinkle snowflakes, and everyone will face the bone-chilling cold wind.
.
Survive.
This is a profound proposition that every practitioner of Qingyun Sect must think about.
It's night.
Peach Blossom Courtyard.
The oil lamp on the wall glowed with yellow light.
On the old wooden table, green cloth bundles were placed quietly, and several green silk cloth shirts of different sizes were neatly stacked. The dense needlework on them made every piece of clothing extra warm.
Gu Yusheng was sitting at the wooden table. There was a bit of contemplation and reminiscence in the young man's eyes.
The wooden stick holding the wick is lit, and the light reaches the fingertips.
Gu Yusheng suddenly came to his senses, blew out the wooden stick, and picked the wick with his fingers to make the light brighter.
It's not that he can't see the world in front of him.
It's just that my eyes are a little foggy.
Gu Yusheng's hand gently caressed the coarse green shirt, and in Gu Yusheng's mind, the rickety figure who lived deep in the alley of Qingyun Town gradually emerged. A man who sewed and mended all day long and had three simple meals a day.
of old people.
When Gu Yusheng put the green cloth clothes on his body from small to large, his eyes suddenly became wet and red in the deserted night.
One early morning after late autumn, fine particles of snow fell from the sky.
The autumn cold has come earlier than in previous years.
Gu Yusheng picked up a task card for going down the mountain to experience in the Palace of Things: Go to Qingyun Town, a hundred miles away, to guard the town, and only return to the mountain after there is no harm from the monsters.
Gu Yusheng, carrying a green baggage on his back, came to the sword and stopped.
Gu Yusheng took off a bottle of wine from his waist and poured some wine gently.
Fine snowflakes fell on the tips of Gu Yusheng's hair.
His eyes are bright and lively.
"Father, I came down the mountain this time not for experience, but just to settle some things and see a few people. I will be back soon."
Gu Yusheng turned around.
Hurry towards the mountain gate.
"etc."
In the wind and snow, Yu Qingshan came with his sword in his hand and landed in front of Gu Yusheng. He was already the new peak master of Yunfeng.
"senior."
Gu Yusheng stopped and bowed his hands in salute, as meticulously as he did when he first met Yu Qingshan on the martial arts field.
Yu Qingshan's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng, and he looked up and down several times, until he found that he didn't need to move his eyes down, he only needed to look levelly to meet the young man's eyes. He couldn't help but sigh:
"No matter how weak you are, you will learn to grow up after being blown by the wind for more than three years. Fortunately, your eyes are still as clear as before and have not been blurred by the wind.
Follow me back to Yunfeng, where you can open up a new cave and learn more exquisite swordsmanship. Just let others do the task you took on."
Gu Yusheng shook his head and responded: "I have a sword in my heart. It doesn't matter where I practice."
Yu Qingshan's gaze suddenly became profound. In an instant, he seemed to turn into a sharp sword. However, after approaching Gu Yusheng, his sword fell silent as if returned to its sheath.
"That's fine."
Yu Qingshan said nothing more and returned with his sword.