Lin Yun was lying at the bottom of the pool, surrounded by long swords soaked in it.
Unable to move, unable to speak, or even unable to open his mouth.
The cold air blocked his vision, making him unable to see anything, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Bang!
A violent sound reached Lin Yun's ears, and debris flew everywhere. Someone must have kicked the door into pieces.
"Uncle Wang, do you know this old guy? Why do you have to come here? The old guy is just a waste in the Qingyun Sect. He has been living in this shabby place and rarely goes out."
It’s Wang Ning’s voice!
Lin Yun was startled when he heard that the voice was Wang Ning, whom Su Ziyao had told him to be careful about.
"Haha, we don't just know each other...the scar on my face is from him. I haven't seen him for so many years, but I didn't expect that I have turned into such a loser! Mr. Hong, do you still recognize me?
"
Another sinister voice sounded, as he gritted his teeth and seemed to have an old grudge with Mr. Wang.
"The Wang family's old dog turned into ashes and I can still smell the shit on his body." Mr. Hong said indifferently, his words seemed quite calm.
"You are still as tough as ever! Nephew, you have been lurking in the Qingyun Sect for three years and still haven't found anything that Grandmaster Qingyun took away. Maybe it's on this old guy."
"really?"
"not good……"
Hearing an exclamation, the old man quickly came to Mr. Hong's side.
Under the cold pond, Lin Yun couldn't hear the follow-up... and felt extremely anxious.
After a while, there was another sound.
"This old guy is so cruel that he cut off his own meridians!"
"Nothing at all!"
Wang Ning kicked Mr. Hong hard, but Mr. Hong had no reaction as if he were dead.
Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something bad.
"Damn it, I finally waited until the four sects competed, and all my eyes and ears were exposed. I almost turned this broken sect upside down, but in the end I still didn't find anything. I wasted three years here!"
Bang!
Wang Ning punched the wall and said extremely depressed.
"Forget it, young master. Maybe the things brought out by Patriarch Qingyun are not in this Qingyun Sect at all. It's not all bad for you to be quiet here for three years. At least you will be away from disputes and a lot of family troubles will be avoided. Let's go."
"Uncle Wang, help me kill someone before I leave!"
Wang Ning's tone suddenly became extremely firm and he said coldly.
"No, you have to leave after today, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with the coming-of-age ceremony and you will be removed from the family."
"But if I don't kill that sword slave, it's really hard to get rid of the anger in my heart!"
After a moment of silence, the old man said: "Before sunset, if you can find me, come and take action. If you can't find me, you must go back with me. I am just a sword slave. There is no need to delay your future."
"good!"
In the pool, Lin Yun's consciousness gradually became blurred, and then he fell asleep.
By the time he woke up, it was already two days later.
thump!
Lin Yun came out of the water, took a long breath, and felt his head buzzing.
I don’t know how long I stayed underwater, relying solely on my inner breath. When I woke up, I felt dizzy.
"Mr. Hong!"
Lin Yun's expression changed slightly, he rose into the air and saw Mr. Hong's fallen body at a glance.
Mr. Hong's face was very peaceful, without any sign of pain, and his vitality had long since disappeared.
"hateful!"
Mr. Hong was one of the few relatives and friends in Qingyun Sect, and he took great care of the original owner.
He even saved his life before he died.
"Wang Ning, I have to kill you!"
He now regrets that he did not take Su Ziyao's message before leaving into his heart.
Su Ziyao has been staying for a long time, be careful with Wang Ning, see you later.
But he only thought that Wang Ning was an unsatisfactory inner disciple. He never expected that he actually came from a big family and had been hiding in Qingyun Sect for three years.
Just this kind of forbearance is difficult for 99% of people to achieve.
There were obvious signs of being searched on Mr. Hong's body, and the entire Xijian Pavilion had also been searched. It seemed that Wang Ning was looking for something again.
Could it be Mr. Hong’s painting for himself?
Lin Yun had no time to think too much, so he picked up Mr. Hong's body and walked towards Qingyun Back Mountain.
In a remote jungle ten miles away from Qingyun Peak, there is an empty grave that Mr. Hong dug for himself.
Two years ago, Mr. Hong brought Lin Yun here once and said that if he died, he would take him and bury him here.
At that time, Lin Yun just thought Mr. Hong was joking.
Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty grave and slowly put down Mr. Hong's body.
With a long sigh, Lin Yun began to dig up the grave soil.
After digging for a long time with bare hands, I saw the exposed coffin. I jumped down and opened the coffin with a loud bang.
In addition to a few nails, the coffin also contained a letter.
Lin Yun opened the envelope thoughtfully.
"Little guy, when you read this letter, I will definitely be dead. No matter how I die, don't be too sad. You may not think that I, Mr. Hong, have lived for hundreds of years, and I am the same as your Qingyun Sect.
The founders of the Kai Sect lived in the same era..."
Seeing this, Lin Yun looked slightly shocked.
Qingyun Sect has existed for more than three hundred years, which means that Mr. Hong is at least three hundred years old?
"Back then, your Patriarch Qingyun traveled around the world after establishing his foundation. I was lucky enough to get to know him, and after several close friendships, we became close friends. Thirty years ago, he and I were so bold that we decided to take a risk and go to the Tomb of the Southern Emperor."
"Everyone narrowly escaped death in the tomb of the Southern Emperor. I came out with injuries all over my body. He almost lost his life after he came out. He and I each brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword..."
"Before his death, your Patriarch Qingyun asked me to give the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So I traveled across mountains and rivers to the Qingyun Sect of Tianshui Kingdom and gave the sword to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants had ordinary qualifications and
I haven’t seen the origin of this sword. I just thought it was a grass sword that had lost its aura and was thrown away without knowing where.”
"I was seriously injured at the time, and I was thinking of staying in Qingyun and understanding the heavenly secrets in the painting. Unfortunately... the Southern Emperor is the Southern Emperor after all, and he and I should not have rashly touched the curtain of the Southern Emperor."
"After ten years of meditation, I finally touched upon a trace of the mystery in the painting. But what I saw was endless evil ghosts from the underworld rushing towards me. While killing all the evil ghosts with a flash of sword light, it also destroyed my martial spirit. At that time,
, I knew my life would be short-lived..."
Lin Yun looked puzzled when he saw this, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
Why did Mr. Hong see a scene different from what he saw?
He also saw the flash of sword light, but he was not injured, and there was no trace of the evil ghost from the underworld mentioned by Mr. Hong.
Rose Blossom is really full of mist.
Just when you think you've reached the point of enlightenment, you realize that it's just the tip of the iceberg.
Looking at the Flower Burial Sword on the ground, Lin Yun was thoughtful. Is this the sword that Patriarch Qingyun took from the Southern Emperor's Curtain?
Destiny is really magical...
Back then, the two of them risked their lives to take the sacred objects from the Nan Emperor's tomb, but after much tossing and turning, they all ended up in Lin Yun's hands.
As he continued to read, Mr. Hong did not tell Lin Yun too much, telling him not to delve deeper into the Rose Scroll.
Perhaps in Mr. Hong's opinion, with Lin Yun's level, he would never be able to understand the mystery.
If you don't understand, you won't get hurt.
But I specifically warned you not to worry too much about Su Ziyao.
After reading the letter, Lin Yun had mixed feelings. Mr. Hong had indeed taken his own death lightly for a long time.
I have a lot of regrets about the adventure I took back then.
Nan Di...who could this Nan Di be?
Lin Yun couldn't help but be curious, but unfortunately the letter didn't explain it in detail. He must have been a very important person.
After collecting the letter, Lin Yun placed Mr. Hong's body in the coffin.
After carefully sorting out the remains, the coffin was covered and sealed with iron nails.
After half a ring.
Looking at the resealed tomb, Lin Yun knelt down and kowtowed three times.
By the time Lin Yun returned to the sect, the sun was setting and the afterglow was thick.
He asked someone to inquire and found out that two days had passed.
Wang Ning has disappeared. Someone told him that Wang Ning was looking for him everywhere two days ago. Now no one in the entire sect knows where Wang Ning has gone, as if he has disappeared from the world.
"I will find you!"
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he made a promise to himself that he would definitely fulfill.
In the wooden house, the white flowers in front of the table are already in full bloom.
Over the past half month, under the watering of Yinling Jue, the white remaining flowers in the basin have bloomed like blood.
The flowers are fragrant and delicate.
Taking out the ancient sword box from the storage ring, a cold air hit my face the moment I opened it.
Without saying a word, Lin Yun picked off the petals one by one and spread them all over the sword box.
When the layers were covered and the fragrance of the flowers was already strong and refreshing, he solemnly put the funeral flower sword in.
This sword in the tomb of Emperor Nan, in Lin Yun's hands, had only just begun to shine.
It is still far from comparable to the glory of that year.
Fortunately, Lin Yun already knows how to maintain this sword. As long as it is nourished with the fragrance of flowers, it will regain its glory sooner or later.
When I bought the Spirit-Inducing Jue and the Ancient Sword Box, it was all for now.
Closing the sword case, Lin Yun said softly: "It's time to leave."
Ever since the Four Sects Competition, Lin Yun had always had the urge to leave.
Fortunately, he calmly suppressed it and spent half a month digesting the battle experience of the four great competitions.
Now that Mr. Hong has passed away, he has nothing to worry about in Qingyun.
Whether it was to find Su Ziyao or avenge Mr. Hong, it was time for him to leave.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Yun still chose not to see the sect leader.
He only left a letter and left without saying goodbye.
After briefly expressing his feelings, Lin Yun finished the letter and put it on the table.
"Good weight!"
The sword case was a little heavy on his back, but fortunately Lin Yun was still quite strong.
The foundation laid by the Blood Transforming Pill and the Heart-Nourishing Pill are coupled with the continuous nourishment of the Linglong Qiqiao Pill.
He was able to carry the heavy sword box easily with only his physical strength, which required several people to carry it that day.
Covered in the afterglow of the setting sun, Lin Yun silently went down the mountain alone.
After leaving the mountain gate, he looked back at Qingyun, with a soft light in his eyes.
Take another look, then you can only recall it in your dreams.
When he turned around and took steps, a voice stopped him.
"Junior brother Lin, stay!"
Looking back, he saw the young sect leader Bai Yufan walking towards him with a smile on his face, leading an angry blood dragon horse.
"Xiaohong!"
The moment he saw the blood dragon horse, Lin Yun showed a look of surprise. He fell into coma after the battle with Ma Tianyi that day.
I have never seen this blood dragon horse, I thought it was too wild and ran away long ago.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that he had been raised in Qingyun Sect.