"Houshan, you can go whenever you want. The position of the head of the family is ultimately our Zhang family's business. As the young master, we will have no objection to you whenever you want to take this position."
"This rune lock is related to the way of all the rune cultivation in our Zhang family. It is also a test for every generation of family heads. You must be well prepared, and the three of us will not stop you."
Zhang Yunsheng took his own beads and wrapped them around his waist again in a few moments. His fingertips touched the gold thread in the glass, and the runes in the glass beads slowly rippled.
Her left and right hands were combined, her fingertips were staggered, and she made a dexterous gesture, and the black beads were hidden around her waist.
After the second elder and the third elder finished their explanation, they silently looked at their young master's current demeanor, feeling a little confused in their hearts.
This uncomfortable feeling is like a thread that cannot find its source, entangled and difficult to separate.
Until the two of them glanced at the great elder.
This old colleague, dressed in dark red brocade clothes and with white hair, was staring at the sword cultivator next to Zhang Yunsheng, wishing that his eyes would fly out and strike the sword cultivator in the face.
Before Liu Yunqing came, he specifically asked Zhang Yunsheng for a mirror, and straightened it out seriously. There were a few strands of hair that had been floating in front of his forehead all year round, and he tied them meticulously with only a thin strip of cloth.
At that time, Fu Xiu smiled faintly and asked softly: "In the past, when you were wiping the wind, didn't you just use the sword to take a look at it? Why did you deliberately use the mirror today?"
Liu Yunqing did not raise his head, but turned his face sideways, looking at himself seriously with the bronze mirror.
"Everyone has his or her own use. Mirrors are meant to reflect people."
"What about Wanfeng?"
"As if I were not a human being."
Zhang Yunsheng's beautiful eyes were raised lightly. She had never thought that she would hear such words from the dull Liu Yunqing's mouth.
"You Fu Feng disciples used to say that we in Jian Peak look like humans and dogs, but we don't look like dogs when we wear them."
"This time when I meet your elders, I have to act like a real person."
The black-clothed swordsman said it truthfully, without even the slightest hint of joking. His brows were even clearer, far clearer than the ice and snow all over the mountain. He seemed to be a spirit that had just transformed into a human form in the snow-capped mountains. Every move he made revealed the word "natural".
.
Zhang Yunsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly behind the bronze mirror held by the man.
There is only one Zhang Yunsheng in his snow-capped mountains.
"Ahem, cough, cough." The elder put his fist on his chin, pretending to be old.
"Xiao Sheng'er, we have no objection to you going to the back mountain to unlock the rune lock. In other words, from beginning to end, we have never had any objection to this matter."
"Since you two came in, isn't it the issue of your contract that we have been studying."
The second elder and the third elder also came to their senses, and then they realized that their thoughts had just been abducted by this little girl!
Also, which talisman cultivator can see seventy-two blessing beads and still be as stable as a rock while discussing the love of children.
"Xiao Sheng'er, he is a sword cultivator. You must know that he is a sword cultivator. After you two became Taoist couples, apart from other things, the ink you used to draw the talisman will probably last for a hundred and eighty years.
I can’t afford a tael for you.”
The second elder folded his hands in front of him, clapped them helplessly, and waved his sleeves after speaking.
"Why do I need him to buy me ink? I am a Yuan Ying talisman cultivator. I can't afford one or two ink myself?"
Zhang Yunsheng pretended to be puzzled and asked naturally.
"..."
The third elder was unwilling to give up and continued:
"He is a sword cultivator. Which cultivator in the world doesn't know that sword cultivators only have swords in their hearts! The sword is their sweetheart! If he and you have a disagreement one day, he might kill his wife with one sword.
What kind of ruthless Taoist has entered the Tao! Look at all the beasts in the world who kill their wives and become Taoists, who doesn’t use a sword?!!”
There have indeed been cases like this in the world of cultivation. A certain monk had a restless heart and had been suffering from bottlenecks for a long time. He first went to the mortal world among mortals, and then cut off all his relatives, becoming sentimental and ruthless, and once he realized enlightenment, he broke through the realm.
However, most monks would not kill a mortal who has a causal relationship with them without any reason. There must be hidden secrets in these things.
What the Third Elder said was also a generalization.
"No." Liu Yunqing suddenly said.
"I don't know how to kill my wife, and I don't know how to practice the ruthless way. My way of swordsmanship is the way of my sword. It's just me and my sword, and I can't tolerate other people's cause and effect."
"I will not use other people to make myself enlightened. This is a sign of incompetence."
"But I should not only have one sword in my life. Before I became a monk, I was first of all a human being of flesh and blood."
"On my road to immortality, in addition to the swordsmanship that I will pursue throughout my life, there are also people with whom I am willing to live forever."
"I will not give up the seven emotions and six desires, and I will not be afraid of the eight sufferings, nine difficulties and ten calamities. Since monks are born to go against heaven, then I don't want to give up this body. How can I not go against heaven?"
"Zhang Sheng is my wife, and she is the person I want to protect with the swordsmanship I have longed for throughout my life."
"..."
After saying this, the whole hall was silent.
Liu Yunqing suddenly made an oath and said loudly: "I, Liu Qing, swear to the way of heaven and the way of swordsmanship. If I fail Zhang Sheng in this life, I will be haunted by inner demons and my knowledge will be shattered. The wind will pierce my heart and my bones will be broken."
"If Zhang Sheng is successful, the road to eternal life will be completed; if Zhang Sheng is broken, the road to eternal life will be broken."
"Zhang Sheng and I will live together forever."
"..."
"Boom——"
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, above the layers of snow and mist in the air, a purple thunder suddenly fell from the sky and hit the tip of Liu Yunqing's sworn finger.
A numbing current passed through the man's body and directed to the ground, then disappeared without a trace.
Everyone in the Zhang family just woke up from a dream, and looked at the swordsman in the hall who was wearing linen and black clothes with their mouths wide open.
His black clothes are slightly thin, and his slender figure and strong muscles are completely hidden. He gives people the feeling of being as light as a feather in the world, as if this person only has this thing except the sword on his waist.
Linen clothes.
Everyone thought, yes, all the sword cultivators in the world are like this. Apart from the sword, they have nothing else, and their light souls are all integrated into the sword.
But when thunder fell from the sky, the sword cultivator's soul seemed to be frozen again.
The sword is a gentleman's weapon, and a gentleman's promise is as heavy as Mount Tai.
"He... made an oath to heaven..."
"Not just the way of heaven...he also swore an oath with the way of the sword..."
"Heaven responded with thunder..."
Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and they finally realized that this was a vow made with a lifetime of cultivation and future.
This sword cultivator, this sword cultivator with a natural sword bone, has thrown his whole life into the hands of the young master of their Zhang family.
The three elders knew exactly what this meant.
This means that everything about this sword cultivator belongs to their young master, including the heart that is as pure as his silver sword blade.
At this point, their young master, a talisman cultivator, has a sword that belongs to her.