"I finally understand why senior sister hates her."
After Guan Shanyue left, Ling Yunpo said with emotion.
"Huh?" An Zhisu was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "Really? I told you, communicating with her is like suffering."
"The Riddler is so disgusting." Ling Yunpo sighed.
No matter how the two of them tried to test it just now, Guan Shanyue kept it secret, saying, "You will know when the Sword Tomb is opened and you meet the ancestor."
If that's the case, why do you need to tell us in advance? It's fun to whet your appetite, right?
"Talking to her makes my good mood disappear." An Zhisu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Let's go back."
"Okay, senior sister."
The two of them turned around and went back to the guest room to rest. After a few days, a maid came to inform them that the Sword Tomb had been officially opened.
Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu followed the maid who led the way, passed through a tunnel in the mountainside, and then entered the river valley.
I saw that the valley here was flat, with no trees or hills. There were only a large number of long swords scattered throughout, stuck in the ground.
This is the sword tomb of the Guan family in Longxi. Whenever a swordsman of the Guan family unfortunately dies, the Guan family seals his flying sword into the sword tomb, which is called the "Sword Stele", which is similar to the spiritual status of the ancestors.
Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu were walking on the path in the Sword Monument Jungle, listening to the maid of the Guan family explaining the history of the Sword Tomb. It is said that among the fallen sword immortals here, those who died in battle and those who died in the catastrophe were almost evenly divided, and
Less than 5% of people die at the end of their life span.
Probably because most of the Guan Family Sword Immortals are unruly and unwilling to lie down and die on their sickbeds. Once their life span is about to end and there is no hope of breaking through the realm, they will go out to fight with the Demon Cult in order to die with honor.
An Zhisu listened in awe, while Ling Yunpo pretended to be in awe on his face and laughed secretly in his heart.
If my life is about to end, I will definitely not want to stay at home and wait for death. Instead, I will go out to look for opportunities to break through and make a final death struggle.
If you fail and fall, why don't you just leave it to your opinions? You just said that I went to assassinate the Demon Lord and died for righteousness. How can I deny it?
Of course, everyone would do something like putting gold on one's own face, and there was nothing wrong with it, so Ling Yunpo said nothing and just looked at the sword monuments around him with interest.
Um?
He suddenly saw a familiar face among the crowd in the distance.
Isn't that Guan Zhan? Why are these three junior brothers here... Oh, his surname is Guan, that's fine.
Ling Yunpo withdrew his gaze and walked through the forest of swords with his senior sister, and saw a thatched cottage in front of him.
The maid led them to the house and opened the door.
When the two entered the thatched cottage, they saw a slender old man sitting on the couch, wearing gray underwear and sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. There were gilt incense burners on both sides, and green smoke curled up.
"Sit." He said calmly.
Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu sat down on the futon, their expressions a little uneasy and solemn.
Although the old man seemed ordinary, the two of them, as sword immortals, sensed that behind Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's aura, there was some extremely high level.
"How is Su Jian doing lately?" the ancestor of the Guan family asked with his eyes closed.
"My master's condition is quite good," An Zhisu replied.
"Have you ever left seclusion?"
"Never."
"Since he hasn't come out of seclusion, how do you know he's in good condition?" The housekeeper opened his eyes and asked slightly jokingly.
An Zhisu frowned slightly and heard Ling Yunpo say next to him:
"The Qingluofeng Taoist tradition is still intact, which means that the master's condition is still good."
"Ha!" The ancestor of the Guan family suddenly laughed, and looked at Ling Yunpo differently, and said playfully, "What a sharp mouth."
Seeing that the other party was not furious, Ling Yunpo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This ancestor probably had no ill intentions towards Qingluo Peak, but just wanted to test the courage of me and my senior sister. Now it seems that he has passed the test.
After staring at the two people for a moment, the ancestor of the Guan family said slowly:
"It's not your fault that Qingluo Peak is in this situation today. It's really Su Jian's fault."
"Forgive me that I don't agree with my ancestor's words." An Zhisu immediately raised his eyebrows and said, so anxious that Ling Yunpo quickly grabbed her arm.
"What does your disagreement have to do with me?" The ancestor of the Guan family laughed and said sarcastically, "Even if Su Jian is standing here, he has to admit that it is his own responsibility. What qualifications do you have to deny it for him?"
An Zhisu was silent and speechless, and Ling Yunpo was speechless beside him, sweating in his heart.
If Su Jian were here, of course he would admit that it was his responsibility. Otherwise, could he still pass the responsibility on to his apprentice?
What Senior Sister An said was just a statement. Who would have thought that the ancestor of the Guan family would be caught and criticized? Immortals can pretend to be stupid and don't understand, right? Wait... I seem to know Guan Shanyue's bad character.
Where did it come from?
"I told Su Jian in the past that if he doesn't change his stubborn temper, sooner or later he will destroy himself and even bring disaster to his family." The ancestor of the Guan family continued to sneer, "Karma, fate, and the cycle of nature.
Do you think it has been fulfilled now?"
He looked at An Zhisu and said:
"If you only follow the example of your master and blindly fight against others, you will end up with the same end sooner or later."
An Zhisu was silent, while Ling Yunpo sat beside him and thought secretly. He heard the Guan family ancestor turned his head again and said to him:
"Unlike your master and sister, you are a smart and resourceful junior, which is rare."
Ling Yunpo smiled, thinking that this comment seemed familiar.
"That is, Su Jian goes into seclusion and asks your senior sister to take over as a disciple, so that you can become a disciple of Qingluo Peak by chance." The ancestor of the Guan family snorted coldly, "If Su Jian is left to choose, no matter how good your talent is,
I am determined not to enter Qingluo Peak."
"Ancestor, what you said is wrong." An Zhisu couldn't help but defend, "Master admires disciples who are geniuses in swordsmanship the most, and Junior Brother Ling..."
"Even geniuses are useless." The ancestor of the Guan family said bluntly, "Since Su Jian inherited Qingluo Peak, there have been many talented and beautiful disciples who have come to become his disciples. Who can he take notice of?"
An Zhisu was silent again.
"Ling Yunpo." The ancestor of the Guan family turned his eyes and his expression became gentle, "It's not your fault that Su Jian won't accept you, but it's because he is born with a higher eye. No matter how talented he is in swordsmanship, he can't.
Come into his eyes."
"As for your Senior Sister An, the reason why you can worship him as your teacher is because of another relationship, so I won't mention it."
"If Su Jian cannot come out of seclusion, you will be like a monk without a teacher; if Su Jian comes out of seclusion, you will probably not be able to gain favor from him."
Having said this, the ancestor of the Guan family suddenly paused for a moment, and then said seriously:
"Su Jian owed me a favor in the past and has yet to repay it. If you are willing to switch to my sect and become my teacher, I will exchange this favor with him and tell him that even if he leaves seclusion, he will have nothing to say. How about that?"
Ling Yunpo was stunned, but he saw An Zhisu next to him bounced directly off the futon and screamed: