Qinglin City is one of the many cities under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect. There are three two-star forces and more than a dozen one-star forces. However, this is information from three years ago. Now in the past three years, I don’t know if there have been any changes.
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The wall of Qinglin City is ten meters high, and only late-stage practitioners of the Foundation Establishment Realm can jump over it by using their physical skills.
Under the tall city wall, the simple and thick dark city gate is wide open, and people are coming and going on the stone bridge on the moat.
Approaching Qinglin City, Chen Zong's speed slowed down sharply. When he stepped onto the stone bridge, he was already walking like a normal person.
His fair and handsome face, clear and deep eyes, a suit of green clothes, a long sword at his waist, and majestic weapons will make people's eyes light up and secretly admire him, but it does not make Chen Zong the center of attention. After all, there are many cultivators in Qinglin City.
It’s not surprising if you’re used to it.
Stepping into the unguarded city gate, walking on the wide street paved with blue-grey bricks and stones, the crowds of people were like running water, and various shops were lined up on both sides. Chen Zong was slightly in a trance. Based on his memory, Chen Zong walked towards the door of Qijian Tower.
Walk in the direction.
The Seven Sword Tower is one of the three two-star forces in Qinglin City. It stands in tandem with the Mo Family and the Black Tiger Gang and is full of prestige.
The Seven Sword Tower is located in the southeast of Qinglin City. There are six huge sword towers surrounding the First Sword Tower. The territory of the Seven Sword Tower is within a ten-mile radius.
With a quick glance, Chen Zong locked onto one of the sword towers hung with white cloth strips and strode towards it. It was the seventh sword tower that Chen Zhenghong was in charge of.
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"Brother, you are back." The girl, wearing a white scarf and white linen clothes, had a pale face with red eyes and full of tears. She lifted up her skirt and excitedly rushed over with small steps, bringing with her a burst of elegant fragrance to her nostrils.
Chen Zong's heart moved slightly, and a feeling of closeness arose spontaneously. This was a feeling brought by part of Chen Qingzong's soul, because the woman flying towards him was none other than Chen Qingzong's sister, Chen Qingyao.
"Sister, I'm back." After taking a deep breath, Chen Zongfang spoke and called softly.
Chen Qingzong's soul has merged into his own soul. To a certain extent, he is now Chen Qingzong. It is reasonable to call him sister.
"Brother, daddy..." He was so sad that he couldn't stop the tears falling from the depths of his heart, like raindrops.
"Sister, how did my father die?" Chen Zong also felt sad, but he restrained himself well and asked instead.
Chen Qingzong only received a letter and learned that Chen Zhenghong had passed away, but did not know the specific circumstances.
"Qingyao... Qingyao..." A hurried shout quickly approached, and then, someone broke in. When he saw Chen Zong, he suddenly became angry and rushed over quickly, waving his palms and slapping them, causing the wind to roar.
While shouting angrily: "Who are you, get out of here."
Grabbing Chen Qingyao's arm, Chen Zong stepped forward to avoid the palm.
"Stop, he is my brother." Chen Qingyao just realized what she was doing and said angrily.
"Your brother..." The visitor stopped his hand and looked at the slightly familiar face of the young man in green. He was startled for a moment, and a flash of shock and panic flashed deep in his eyes. He couldn't help but say: "You... you are Chen Qingzong...
...You actually...you are back...just come back. Your sister Qingyao has been thinking about tea and food these past two days. I am worried that she is too sad. You also know that your sister has been weak since she was a child..."
"Okay, Zhao Qixing, I have something to tell my brother, please go." Chen Qingyao said coldly.
"Okay, okay... I'll leave now. I'll go to Qinglin Restaurant to set up a table for your brother some other day. Remember to show me your face." Zhao Qixing said while backing away with a smile. He turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, and his eyes
Cold and ferocious.
Looking at Zhao Qixing's disappearing back, Chen Zong withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully.
This Zhao Qixing is the only son of Zhao Zhongxing, the chief deacon of the Seventh Sword Tower. He is eighteen years old this year, but his cultivation is only at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. With such age and cultivation, he is completely at the bottom of the Qingyun Sect, but here
Among the people of his generation in Qinglin City, he is one of the best.
Chen Qingzong didn't know much about the father and son Zhao Zhongxing and Zhao Qixing. He only knew that they joined the Seventh Sword House more than three years ago, and Chen Qingzong left for the Qingyun Sect not long after.
Now it seems that there is something going on in this.
"Sister, tell me how my father passed away?" Chen Zong spoke again.
Chen Qingyao wiped away her tears and spoke softly.
Chen Zhenghong's cultivation is at the middle stage of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He has superb swordsmanship and is known as the best swordsman in Qinglin. His strength ranks third in the Seven Sword Tower and can be ranked among the top ten in Qinglin City.
Five days ago, someone came to challenge him because of the title of Qinglin's First Sword. This was nothing, it had happened before, but in the end, Chen Zhenghong defeated the opponent and defended his honor.
But this time the challenger is Shang Zhonglei, the second elder of the Tiegang Sect, a three-star power. His cultivation level is even higher than that of Chen Zhenghong, and he is at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. However, since it is a sword duel, Shang Zhonglei made it clear that he will
His cultivation level is suppressed at the same level as Chen Zhenghong.
Shang Zhonglei is known as the Iron Mountain Sword. A sword in his hand is like an iron mountain standing tall.
Chen Zhenghong's swordsmanship was superb and he managed to break through the Tieshan Sword's defense and outmatched his opponent in swordsmanship. He was about to give in, but when he was concerned about the opponent's face, he became angry and launched a counterattack with all his strength.
In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Zhenghong was only slightly higher than his opponent, but the gap in his cultivation was very obvious. Although Chen Zhenghong reacted quickly to the sudden counterattack, he was still a step too late and was struck by the sword, immediately suffering heavy injuries.
Shang Zhonglei did not stop, and took the opportunity to add another blow, inflicting more injuries. Fortunately, the master of the first sword tower arrived in time to block Shang Zhonglei, and Chen Zhenghong did not die on the spot.
But after returning to Qijian Tower, Chen Zhenghong finally died because his injuries were too severe and could not be cured.
"Originally, my father didn't want to disturb your cultivation. It wasn't until he couldn't hold it any longer that he asked me to send a message to you before he died, asking you to come back." Chen Qingyao burst into tears, and Chen Zong could only hold her gently and pat her.
Back comfort.
There has been a rule in the Seven Swords Building since its establishment. No matter which building owner dies, his descendants will have priority to inherit. Only if you give up or are not good enough will it be the turn of others in the same swords building.
After Chen Zhenghong died, Chen Qingzong became the first successor to the master of the Seventh Sword Tower.
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"Dad...Dad...something bad has happened..." Zhao Qixing hurriedly opened the door and barged in, exclaiming.
"Why are you panicking?" A slow and powerful voice sounded: "Chen Zhenghong just died, what else can happen?"
"Chen Qingzong...Chen Qingzong is not dead...he is back..." Zhao Qixing sounded panicked.
"What!" The bearded Zhao Zhongxing shook his big hand, and the tea cup in his hand turned into pieces: "Are you sure you read it correctly?"
"That's right, I just went to see Chen Qingyao, and Chen Qingyao personally admitted that it was Chen Qingzong, not to mention I recognized his appearance." Zhao Qixing vowed.
Zhao Zhongxing's eyes turned dark, his big hand fell on the back of the chair, and he tapped lightly with his fingers.
"Dad, could it be that the people from Heishalou took the money but didn't do anything?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help but speak again.
"No, Heishalou will not do such a thing that harms his own reputation." Zhao Zhongxing narrowed his eyes, and his sharp light shined out: "In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, I paid three times the price to hire three Heishalou to build the foundation.
The sixth-level killer attacks and kills him. Chen Qingzong has just broken through to the sixth level of the foundation-building realm. He may not be the enemy of the Black Killer assassin one on one, let alone three people. Something must have happened."
"Now that Chen Qingzong is back alive, he is the first successor to the Lord of the Seventh Sword Tower. With his talent, he is expected to take charge of the Seventh Sword Tower. By then the other six Lords of the Sword Tower will help him, and I will have no chance." Zhao Zhongxing.
He kept thinking, and the light in his eyes was uncertain: "Furthermore, the Bai Hong Sword and Bai Hong Sword Technique left by Chen Zhenghong will also be inherited by him."
"No, we must not let Chen Qingzong continue to live. We must kill him before the assessment." Zhao Zhongxing said to himself: "Xing'er, remember to pretend that you don't know anything. Everything is as usual. I'll go out and find out.
trip."
"Dad, where are you going?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help but ask.
"Heishalou did not complete the mission. This is their responsibility. They must be responsible for it." Zhao Zhongxing said, and his burly figure strode out of the door.
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"This is what my father left for you." Chen Qingyao took out a gray-white ring and handed it to Chen Zong. There were fine feather-like lines on the ring.
This is the vow of acceptance.
The Najie is just like the mustard bag or the Xumi Ring in the Canglan world. It contains space and can store objects, but of course it cannot store living objects.
After dripping blood to recognize the master, Najie will establish contact with Chen Zong. As soon as his thoughts move, Chen Zong will "see" everything in Najie.
A cubic meter of space, this is a first-grade Najie. It cannot be said to be very precious, but its value is not low. It is difficult for ordinary practitioners of the Foundation Establishment Realm to obtain it, and Chen Qingzong does not have it now.
There are several things in one cubic meter of space, including a long sword, two books, a letter, two small wooden boxes and a small white jade box.
Several items were taken out one by one by Chen Zong.
The scabbard is gray and white, with a pattern of flying birds fluttering its wings. When the sword is pulled out of the scabbard, a bright sword light flashes past. There are wisps of feathers on the bright sword, making it look lighter.
With Chen Zong's eyesight, he can naturally tell that this is a carefully forged sword. It is the Baihong sword used by Chen Zhenghong. Chen Zhenghong paid a lot of money to have it made by someone. It is a top-grade ordinary sword, regardless of its hardness and sharpness.
All on top of the Blue Light Sword.
The gap between sect cultivators and non-sect cultivators is huge. From weapons to exercises to martial arts, there is a significant gap. Even ordinary-level mid-grade weapons can be sold for quite a lot of money.
Not to mention the top-grade mortal level.
Putting away his sword, Chen Zong read two more books, one was about White Mist Technique, and the other was about Chen Zhenghong's famous sword technique Feihong Sword Technique, which is a top-grade mortal sword technique.
Then, Chen Zong took out two more small wooden boxes and opened the first one, which was shining with golden light.
In the first small wooden box, gold leaves were neatly laid out. Each gold leaf weighed one tael, and the total number was one hundred, which was exactly one hundred taels. Chen Qingyao on the other side couldn't help covering her mouth and sucking in the cold air.
One hundred taels of gold, this was an astonishing wealth. Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he opened the second mouthful. Suddenly, traces of pure aura came out.
What is placed in this small wooden box is not real gold and silver, but three square stones of the same size, white with many gray markings, naturally formed.
Searching the memory, Chen Zong knew that this was the Yuan Stone.