That appearance, that momentum, that look in his eyes...are absolutely the same!"
Several elders came to Tianzhu Mountain later and did not see the Sword God himself.
But the white-haired Taoist is the bodyguard and chief disciple of the Sword God, and he is extremely familiar with everything about the Sword God.
Even after a thousand years, he could still clearly remember the Sword God's eyes, breath, and every move.
At this moment, hot old tears welled up in the old eyes of the white-haired Taoist.
He could no longer suppress the excitement and sadness in his heart, so he bent down to Ji Tianxing and bowed deeply.
"The unscrupulous disciple Huang Long, pays homage to the master!"
Since the Sword God left Tianzhu Mountain, Huang Long has been thinking about his master all the time for more than a thousand years.
Especially after the news of the sword god's death spread, Huang Long was even more heartbroken.
But he kept his master's teachings in mind and shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding Tianzhu Mountain. No matter how sad he was, he always stood firm.
No one knows how much suffering and suffering he has endured over the past thousand years.
No one knew how much of a blow the news of the Sword God's death had caused him.
Now, suddenly seeing the teacher respecting the students and appearing in front of them again is tantamount to turning the world upside down and turning back time.
The longing and remembrance that lasted for thousands of years made his state of mind completely lost.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the day fifteen hundred years ago when he first climbed Tianzhu Mountain to worship the Sword God.
Therefore, when he was in agitated mood, he would perform discipleship ceremony in public.
His deep bow contained too many emotions.
Apart from himself, only Ji Tianxing can read it.
Zhibai and Shouhei were dumbfounded on the spot, staring at Taoist Huanglong with their eyes full of shock.
The five elders were also dumbfounded, staring at Taoist Huanglong with dumbfounded eyes, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Great Immortal! What are you doing?"
"Great Immortal, please get up quickly, you have recognized the wrong person!"
"That's the descendant of the Sword God!"
Several elders spoke to remind Taoist Huanglong, and two elders even reached out to help him up.
But Taoist Huanglong is a martial sage. He is motionless and maintains his bowing posture. Who can help him up?
Ji Tianxing also looked at him with complicated eyes. Looking at his old and whitened Taoist robes, his waist-length white hair and his old face, he felt quite heavy and emotional.
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated emotions, and said with a smile: "Huang Long, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, how is your practice of the Sword Heart Sutra?
Since my teacher didn't give me personal guidance, you won't be slacking off again, right?"
Ji Tianxing's voice was gentle and calm, but there was a sense of oppression from Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
As soon as Taoist Huanglong heard this extremely familiar voice, his body immediately trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Fifteen hundred years ago, when he was practicing with the Sword God, it often took a long time before he could see the Sword God.
Every time he saw the Sword God, the Sword God would ask him about his cultivation.
Especially in the last twenty years, the Sword God would always ask him about the progress of his practice of the Sword Heart Sutra.
However, the Heart Sutra of Sword Control is an extremely profound art of swordsmanship, and his progress in practicing it is very slow.
When he visited the Sword God, he was always frightened, fearing that he would be scolded by the Sword God, and even more afraid of disappointing the Sword God.
Ever since the Sword God left, he thought he would never hear these words again in his life.
But he never expected that after thousands of years, he would hear those familiar words again today, word for word.
He raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears on the old face, and replied with a trembling voice: "Master Qi, this disciple has already penetrated the first seven levels of the Sword Heart Sutra, and now he has reached the eighth level!"
Ji Tianxing showed a happy smile, nodded and said: "That's right! The seventh floor is the biggest threshold. Once you enter the eighth floor, you can hide your sword in the void and travel thousands of miles..."
The old man and the young man actually had a serious conversation like a master and a disciple.
The five elders, Zhibai, and Shouhei had already looked at each other with blank faces, and they all froze in place speechlessly.
Everyone's expressions and eyes were very strange.
But no one dared to speak and interrupt the weird scene in front of them.
Several elders looked at each other, shook their heads repeatedly, and began to discuss in a sad voice.
"Alas...poor Immortal misses his master so much that he actually regards that person as his master!"
"Crazy! Everyone is crazy! The Great Immortal has become old and confused, and even that kid has gone crazy!"
"We can't let them continue like this. If the disciples in the sect see it, what kind of behavior will they have?"
"Yes! The Great Immortal is the only remaining Martial Saint in Tianzhu Mountain, and he is also our mentor. He must not be allowed to be insulted and teased like this!"
"That kid is so rude because he is the descendant of the master in vain... It's really disappointing!"
While several elders were discussing secretly, Ji Tianxing had already raised his hand to help Taoist Huanglong up.
Taoist Huanglong looked up at his face, his old face full of excitement and respect.
Ji Tianxing looked at him with kind eyes and said with a smile: "Well, now that you are a thousand-year-old monster who has become an immortal and the ancestor, how can you lose your manners? Don't let the younger generations see the joke.
No matter what the situation in Tianzhu Mountain is today, now that I have returned, I must eliminate the enemies and regain the glory!"
Taoist Huang Long nodded repeatedly and said in a firm tone: "Huang Long has known for a long time and has always believed that a god like Master will never fall!
You are destined to dominate the world and be the supreme one in the world.
Even if it takes thousands or tens of thousands of years, you will eventually return one day!"