Dong Yiyi lowered his head and straightened the placket of his white clothes, deliberately adding some wrinkles, and touched the sword at his waist with his fingers.
She raised her head again, and the expression on her face instantly changed from indifferent to anxious and worried. She knocked on the door of Daozong.
"Dong dong dong——"
"Shifang Sect Director Yiyi, is there anyone from the Dao Sect coming?!"
After a few breaths, the red door opened.
Two sturdy monks with swords at their waists stood on either side of the door.
They knew Dong Yiyi.
"Miss Dong? Why are you here? You came to knock on the door late at night. Do you have anything important to do?"
Dong Yiyi is the Taoist companion of Qi Da, the head of the Qi family, and this matter has spread throughout the Sword Sect.
On the day she first arrived, with a red sticker in her hand, Qi Da personally greeted her at the door and led her into the living room.
When the onlookers see their master for the first time, they will treat a... girl with a protective attitude.
From that day on, everyone in the Sword Sect knew that Dong Yiyi, the sword master of Shifang Sect in the Southern Territory, was the future wife of the family head.
The two swordsmen were covered in sweat. They had obviously just finished practicing their swordsmanship and had not yet returned to their rooms to rest. They heard the sound at the door and came hurriedly.
The woman in white has a slender figure, and her shoulders are not as thin as those of ordinary women. Her shoulders are as broad as a knife, and they are connected to slender but extremely powerful arms.
She was holding a sword in one hand at the moment, and the red sword tassels around her waist were floating gently in the wind with the corners of her clothes.
White clothes, black sword, red sword tassel.
"Have you ever met your master?" She frowned, her voice full of anxiety.
The two sword cultivators looked at each other, and after thinking about it, asked: "Master of the family? Didn't the master of the family accompany the girl to the Taoist meeting after leaving the secret realm?"
Dong Yiyi was startled when he heard this and said doubtfully: "Accompany me to the Taoist Forum? No...I haven't seen him since I came out of the secret realm?! I went to the Taoist Forum with my little junior sister, and even more so with him
No contact!"
"What?! The head of the family..."
The two sword cultivators were slightly shocked at first, but then they came to their senses, "What does the location of the head of the family have to do with them? A Nascent Soul master can't tell these newbies to foundation building everywhere he goes, right?"
The two of them are said to be swordsmen and have a lot of tendons, but in fact they are just two people who have just entered the road to immortality.
And the reason why they were able to come and open the door at the third watch of this month is simply because... they are the doorkeepers! It's not every day that monks come to visit the sword sect in the middle of the night. When these two people are tired, they go to practice swordsmanship.
Apart from anything else, I went to a discussion meeting during the day a few days ago. They saw others quarreling, and they really had some insights.
Now the two of them look at each other and draw their swords to fight! They are quite heroic and have the same idea, and they are chivalrous in the world of cultivation together!
"Miss Dong... we don't know where this family leader has gone. This... is not a big deal, maybe there is an appointment with some powerful person."
"Yes, yes, I have been hearing in the past few days that the head of the family is acquainted with the old monk from the Shura Hall in the Twenty-Two Halls, and now he is discussing matters with many powerful men in the Shura Hall."
The two patiently explained to the female nun.
Dong Yiyi's throat moved slightly, and he slowly took out a sword bell from his sleeve.
This sword bell was made from the spirit mine. It is smaller than an ordinary bell. It is tied with a rope on the top and a silk ribbon on the bottom.
This is a token of the Sword Sect that only the seven members of the Qi family possess. It has the same bloodline and can withstand a fatal blow in times of crisis.
The sound of the bell is crisp and distant, like the sound of swords and iron tools in the forest.
It also represents the vitality of the seven members of the Qi family...
now……
The sword bell in Dong Yiyi's hand fluttered in the wind, and the silk ribbon kept touching her wrist.
The wind blows silently.
"..."
"This is..." The two sword cultivators must know this, but how can they dare to identify a sword bell that is silent when the wind blows?!
Dong Yiyi's eyes slowly moved up from Daoling, and met the eyes of the two men respectively.
"The Bell of Master Qi."
"He gave it to me as a token of love before. Today, I missed him. I took it out and thought about seeing the object and thinking about the person. Only then did I realize that... it was too quiet."
At this point, the two strong swordsman cultivators suddenly looked at each other in horror and ran towards the sect almost simultaneously. They shouted loudly to where the Qi family members were sleeping: "Second elder! Third elder! Fourth elder! Head of the family.
The knife bell stopped ringing ahhhhhhh!!!”
Another person shouted: "Fifth Young Master! Sixth Young Master, Senior Sister Xiaoqi! The master's sword bell has stopped ringing!"
"Help, ah, ah, ah, oh, Master, help, ah, ah, ah."
"Help, ah, ah, ah, master!"
The two men were howling like ghosts and wolves, which was far louder than the big rooster, the spiritual beast called Ming in the sect. In an instant, in the middle of the disciple's courtyard, there was a rustling sound and the sound of breaking the door.
Dong Yiyi was still at the door of Dao Zong. She didn't expect that these two people looked calm, but they were actually people who heard their voices before seeing them.
"..."
After all, he is a sword sect. He usually practices boxing and dances with his sword by roaring to increase his momentum. At this moment, he howled louder than ordinary monks.
Dong Yiyi tilted his head slightly, his long eyelashes joined together, and his eyes were blurred.
"I wonder if they would scream so loudly when they died in my formation."
The smile on her lips disappeared fleetingly.
…
Qi Wu was confused by what happened suddenly at the Zhenmo Temple. While he was haunted by his teacher's kindness, he was also thinking about Jiang Su's kindness.
When Jiang Su was suffering, he...
Couldn't keep her.
He also comforted himself that he paid for it. Five hundred thousand spiritual stones was not a small amount, and he could not buy any elixirs.
But as soon as you close your eyes, you will recall in the next second the scene of yourself, Fang Zhejiang and Su, lying together under the towering old tree in the guest house, using the sky as a quilt and the ground as a seat.
"..."
"How could I be like this...How can the friendship between me and Jiang Su be calculated with spiritual stones?!"
He opened his eyes suddenly, held his head and looked at the sky.
"No! I must save Jiang Su! Even if she is a demon cultivator, I will save her!!!"
"The kindness of rebuilding should be repaid with life!"
…
The lobby of the largest inn in Roland City.
"Hey, have you heard that Jiang Su, the daughter of the medical fairy, was imprisoned in the black tower of the Zhenmo Temple! In order to catch her, the group of monks at the Zhenmo Temple even used the Buddha's shadow, which attracted a hundred and ten people from the upper world.
Eight disciples of the Buddha and monks looked at the lower world, wow, what a scene."
"Damn, I saw it with my own eyes. That scene, many Nascent Soul powers came out on both sides! It's really a scene that can be recorded in history!"
There are four people sitting on one side of the table, three of them are chatting, and the other person is wearing a scholar's hat, holding a soft-hair pen in his hand, and is writing vigorously.
Hearing a few people sighing and stopping narrating the scene, he raised his head and said, "Keep going, I didn't see it. Tell me more, so I can send it to my gentlemen! I don't know how many people are waiting for me in the world.
Here’s today’s story!”
This is a chronicler, a monk who specializes in recording important events and scenes in the world of cultivation for Shiweitian and other storytellers.
There are countless such monks in the world. Most of them are small casual cultivators who just want to earn some spiritual stones. They follow Shiweitian, which can be considered as a background.
"Ahem, you can say that, but this..."
The record-keeper, of course, knows his way around. He turned around and shouted to the waiter at the inn: "Waiter! Here are three more bottles of the best Shazhongzang!"
"Refreshing! Come and listen to me tell you! I can see it most clearly from that position!"
