Ding Meng looked at Ling Yuelan: "Why did the sect master say this?"
Ling Yuelan said meaningfully: "It's not a skill to send something out, but it's king to take it back."
Others may not understand this, but Ding Meng definitely understands it. Just when Ling Yuelan used the Nine Heavens Xuannv move, the force field and mirror image clearly covered the entire audience. Not only did Ding Meng hold on, but he also calmly fell back.
In the middle of the field, what does this mean?
It shows that Ding Meng is not afraid of her attack at all. It’s not that he doesn’t fight back, but that he can break her attack anytime and anywhere. Ding Meng’s failure to fight back saves her Ling Yuelan’s face. Ling Yuelan obviously also sees this, so
Recruitment has also declined.
The so-called freedom of retraction and release is the true peak state of martial arts.
"Go ahead, no matter who you are going to deal with this time, it will be difficult for you to find an opponent in the Dasheng Kingdom!" Ling Yuelan's words seemed to carry some kind of spell, which greatly increased people's confidence.
However, Ling Yuelan added: "But on this continent, you still can't take it lightly. The world is so big, and there are many strange people and strangers that are often invisible to your eyes."
She waved to the side again, and the disciple came up again holding a tray.
This time, what lay on the tray was not a weapon, but an exquisite necklace. The pendant of the necklace was the small and unique Lingxian Knife pendant.
Ling Yuelan gently picked up the necklace and looked at Ding Meng with a very strange look: "Does it look familiar to you?"
Ding Meng nodded. This pendant is clearly a mini version of the Lingxian Knife, and it also looks like a heroic knife.
Ling Yuelan seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained seriously: "This is the real hero's knife."
"ah?"
Ding Meng and Ji Chenxue were surprised at the same time.
Ling Yuelan's eyes fell into the distance, as if recalling the past: "Do you know how Lingxian Sect came about?"
Ding Meng could only shake his head.
Ling Yuelan said: "When I was young, I traveled around the country and accidentally met an unknown senior in the demon country outside the territory. He passed on me a shocking skill and told me to give this thing to the real chosen one in the future.
he."
Ding Meng came to his senses: "Is this the Immortal Seal of Lingxian Sect?"
Ling Yuelan nodded and said: "Later, I founded the Immortal Sect. Although the purpose was to seek immortality, it was actually to find the senior who had been missing for a long time. I had a feeling that the senior was not from our world. He came from a different world.
Time and space, or the gods in legend, but unfortunately the Immortal Seal was lost many years ago, and then Yu Xingyang went to the twenty-year appointment to find the Immortal Seal back. You know these things..."
Ding Meng listened quietly.
Ling Yuelan continued: "During the hundreds of years since the Immortal Seal was left behind, many disciples of my Immortal Sect left and looked around. They all carried the same Ling Xian knives. These knives were all made of Huang Yao Dark Gold.
Our sect has always been
Following the instructions of that senior, he killed the ugliness in the world and wiped out the thieves and bandits in the world. Unfortunately, none of the thirty disciples returned. They may have all died on the way to seek immortality, and these knives were scattered with them.
In the surrounding countries.”
Ding Meng suddenly felt his heartbeat speeding up.
Ling Yuelan added: "It wasn't until the martial arts conference decades ago that someone defeated Yu Xingyang with one move of the Lingxian knife. The story of the heroic knife was spread. Over the years, I gradually learned about you. You
The so-called big brother, the so-called inheritance, the so-called spirit, I dare not claim to be a fairy, but the counterfeit knife has left one evocative story after another in your hands, and it has not insulted the entrustment of the senior..."
Ding Meng let out a long breath. It turns out that the so-called spirit and inheritance are traceable and have been passed down for a long time.
Ling Yuelan once again showed a solemn and pious look: "The inheritors of the heroic knife are Haoran, Huzi, Adai, Erlong, Baicheng, Ling Yuqiang, Liu Shijie, Wu Meiniang, Tian Mengyu, Zeng Cheng, Qiao Yu, Jiang Li, and Ding Wenhe
, Zheng Ming, Ding Meng!”
This was the first time that Ding Meng heard the complete name of the inheritor. For a moment, heat surged in his chest, and the blood in his body boiled. It was these names that forged the legend of this sword and gave this sword its name.
's soul.
Only then did he know that the first generation eldest brother's name was Haoran, the little girl's name was Jiang Li, she was the twelfth generation, Ding Wenhe was the thirteenth generation, Zheng Ming was the fourteenth generation, and Ding Meng was the fourth generation.
Fifteen generations.
"Thank you, Master, for telling me. I have kept their names in mind!" Ding Meng said gratefully, "The inheritance of the heroic knife is still continuing. The sixteenth generation successor is Yu Xingyang, and the seventeenth generation successor is Meng Yan.
, the eighteenth generation descends from generation to generation..."
Ling Yuelan handed the necklace to Ding Meng: "Now, the Lingxian knife returns to its original owner."
Ding Meng was surprised: "Why is this?"
Ling Yuelan said seriously: "Hexagrams and breath!"
Ding Meng didn't understand.
Ling Yuelan explained: "Last night's divination, the divination said that a distinguished guest from the Immortal Sect will come today. Until I met you two, I found that the aura of you two was exactly the same as that of the senior, and I knew that this was the real successor of Xiao Dao.
Here it is, I will never be able to comprehend this Immortal Seal in my lifetime. I must not have the chance. It may be fate to hand it over to you. Take it to the capital and it will give you the answer you are looking for."
Ding Meng took it solemnly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face the moment he got the necklace.
Ji Chenxue's spiritual message was also transmitted: "This turns out to be a divine light necklace."
Ding Meng also noticed that this was indeed a divine light necklace, but it was not Ji Chenxue's. In other words, it was not a relic of General Xinglan. Ling Yuelan did not have the aura of divine light energy on her body, so naturally it could not be detected.
, but why is there such a necklace in Dasheng Kingdom? Was it left behind by a certain senior Miao Xing?
Maybe no one knows these questions!
But the opportunity is so magical. The chosen one, the holy tree and the holy spirit, the divine light warrior, the ruins of the Miao star... these were destined for the "Hero Knife" from the beginning.
Ding Meng handed the necklace to Ji Chenxue, bowed deeply to Ling Yuelan, and then led Ji Chenxue towards the gate.
It wasn't until the two figures completely disappeared on the mountain road that Ling Yuelan sat back on the big chair and returned to his old appearance.
"Master Sect Master, is it really appropriate to hand over the Immortal Seal to them?" A disciple nearby asked.
Ling Yuelan sighed: "If even they can't handle the predicament of the Dasheng Dynasty, then maybe no one can handle it. I hope that at the birthday banquet in three days, they will not repeat the tragedy of that year."
Tianjing City, the capital of the kingdom, is located in the middle of the Dasheng territory. Before entering Tianjing, you have to pass through a green and clear river in the outskirts. The river is embedded in a lush grassland. At the end of the grassland are distant mountains covered with white snow. The sky and the earth
They were all shrouded in cold fog and cold air.
There are rarely hot summers in the Dasheng Kingdom, and most of them alternate between spring and winter. Ding Meng and Ji Chenxue walked all the way to this remote suburb.
Looking at the clear and winding river, Ding Meng's expression fell into deep contemplation. It was in this place that year that he made the raft, put the bodies of Brother Zheng Ming and Qiao Gu on it, and lit the raft with his own hands to let their souls
be comforted.
Nearly forty years have passed, and this place has not changed at all. Ding Meng suddenly stopped on a grassy field.
Ji Chenxue turned around and looked around. There were five or six simple farmhouses built in the forest nearby. In the yard of one of the farmhouses, a young girl was sitting on a grass bench. In front of her was a large wooden basin with all the food in it.
It's soaked coarse cloth clothes.
The little girl straightened her fallen hair and continued to wash the basin of clothes. In such a cold weather, her pretty face was already turning purple from the cold, but there was no hint of impatience or pain on her expression.
, her eyes always glow with a kind of brilliance, which is the brilliance of hope and the yearning for the better days in the future.
This was originally a very simple and beautiful picture, but Ji Chenxue sighed because she found that the little girl had no legs and she was a disabled person.
Ding Meng was fascinated by what he saw, and couldn't help but murmured: "Brother Zheng Ming and I lived here back then. I didn't expect that this farmhouse is still there, and it seems to have been renovated."
Ji Chenxue said: "After so many years, it will definitely be repaired."
Ding Meng said: "Do you think she looks like a Qiao girl?"
When he asked, Ji Chenxue also felt that it was very similar. Qiaogu was a farmer here back then. She was deaf and mute, and she also relied on washing other people's clothes in exchange for a meager income. However, her humble life was suddenly interrupted.
The disaster broke.
Hearty laughter suddenly sounded at the door of the compound: "Erni, I'm back, look at what good stuff I got this time."
Ding Meng turned around and saw a young farm boy running in excitedly. He was wearing animal skin clothes, with a black sickle on his waist, and a dead spotted leopard on his shoulder. This boy
The image of Zheng Ming is almost exactly the same back then. He is sunny, enthusiastic, full of energy, and always has a bright smile on his face.
Erni raised her head in surprise and looked at the big leopard hunted by the young man: "Brother Ming, how did you get here?"
The young man grinned and said: "My uncle and I squatted on the mountain for two nights and finally caught it. Erni, tomorrow I will carry it to the city and sell it. You will have a new cotton-padded jacket, and we will also celebrate the New Year."
You can have egg fried rice..."
Erni clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Brother Ming, that's great, you are the most capable."
The young man smiled even more honestly: "In two days, we will squat on the top of the mountain for a few nights. If we are lucky enough to catch the magic spotted beast, we can all have a good year, and maybe we can still have meat to eat."
A blush appeared on Erni's face: "Maybe I can live in the city in the future..."
"Hahaha! Yes, yes, let's go to the city and live..."
There was laughter and laughter in the yard, and Ji Chenxue sighed secretly. For these poor people, they didn't expect that egg fried rice was an incredible treat. The inequality between the rich and the poor in the Dasheng Kingdom was really unimaginable.
Looking back again, Ji Chenxue found that Ding Meng's eyes were already red, and there was something vaguely flashing in his eyes. She understood Ding Meng's mood. These two children were clearly the incarnations of Zheng Ming and Qiao Gu.
The intermediate reincarnation is back here again.
"Ding Meng, should we go in?" Ji Chenxue suggested.
Ding Meng shook his head with red eyes: "No, don't disturb their lives. For them, they are happy to live such a life without being broken. Chenxue, let's go and do what we need to do."
, that’s how to protect them.”
Chapter completed!