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    Qingyun Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the ancestors.  The light in the main hall was still a little dim as usual. The down-and-out old man held three pillars of incense in his hands. He respectfully paid homage to the souls of countless ancestors, then took a step forward and inserted the sandalwood in his hand on the incense burner on the altar table.  among.  This is something he has to do every morning. He can't remember how many years he has been doing it?  At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, my disciple Long Xuan has returned from traveling, and I came here to say hello to him." The dim light shone on the old man's face, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be carved on his face.  Average face.  He turned around slowly and said loudly: "Well, when did you come back?" Long Xuan said respectfully outside: "This disciple just came back this morning. After paying homage to his teacher, he immediately came to the ancestral hall!" The old man said something like this.  A faint smile appeared and said: 'Oh, that's it.  Then you can wait outside for a moment, I still have some unfinished business at hand!  " Long Xuan responded respectfully and waited quietly aside. Although he and this mysterious old man did not have the name of master and disciple, they were actually master and disciple. Long Xuan followed him to practice for three years and respected him more than anything else.  The real master, Daoxuan Zhenren, did not hesitate to give in. After a while, the old man's unhurried voice sounded: "Okay, Xuan'er, come in!"  "Long Xuan responded and stepped into the ancestor's ancestral hall. As soon as he entered the ancestor's ancestral hall, there was a chill, and the surrounding area seemed to be darkened. Long Xuan frowned slightly, this ancestor's ancestral hall is very strange, no matter what  It feels gloomy and dark all the time, but it¡¯s not completely dark here. Instead, many incense candles are lit in front of the ancestors¡¯ memorial tablets, but the dim light of these dim candles seems to be just to set off the deeper darkness here.  The ordinary existence could not get rid of the gloomy feeling in this hall. However, after living here with the mysterious old man for three years, Long Xuan was a little uncomfortable at the beginning and soon knelt down on the ground.  He kowtowed three times to the old man standing in the shadow: "Senior, the disciple is back!  "The old man smiled silently, walked out of the shadows, looked at Long Xuan up and down, and showed approval in his eyes: "You can actually step into the second level of Shangqing so quickly, not bad, not bad!  "As he spoke, his eyes fell on the green fairy sword behind Long Xuan's back, and his eyes showed a trace of nostalgia. "Those were the years when I was so excited and proud of the world! "" Cut off the green pine trees.  The dragons are all left to you!  "The weathered color on the old man's face seemed to disappear for a bit. He stared at the Dragon-Slaying Sword quietly, and suddenly said something. "Yes," Long Xuan thought in his mind, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword took out its sheath and landed like a swimming fish.  Into his right palm, the auspicious green light instantly illuminated the entire ancestral hall: "For more than four years, the disciple has wielded the sword to kill dragons, slay demons and eliminate demons, and he has never let down the teachings of his master.  The Lord of the Dragon Sword, Uncle Wan¡¯s spirit in heaven!  " The darkness around the old man was extremely deep. Even the glorious light of the Dragon-Slaying Sword could not dispel the shadows around him. Long Xuan could not see his face, but he felt that the old man was listening to the three words "Uncle Wan".  When he was writing, his body was slightly shaken, and he sighed softly: "Uncle Wan?  Unexpectedly, to this day, there are still people in Qingyun who remember him!  " Long Xuan was about to speak, but the old man waved his hand to stop him. He smiled, helped Long Xuan up, and led him to the futon in the middle of the ancestral hall. The two sat opposite each other: "Tell me about it!  I am very interested in your experience in the past four years!  " Long Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then told the old man one by one about his life in the past four years. Except for the secrets of "Tai Xuan Sword Sutra" and the mysterious and incomplete skills, everything was down to details, even the big ones.  Everything about the incident in Fenxiang Valley was told to the old man one by one. After Long Xuan finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Is the incident in Fenxiang Valley true? Why didn't you tell your master Daoxuan about it.  ?  " Long Xuan shook his head and said softly: "This matter is of great importance. How dare I speak so blindly?  Although there is no conclusive evidence, the disciples have already been 70-80% sure due to overt and covert investigations.  "As he said that, he glanced at the majestic Yuqing Palace on the top of the mountain in the distance, with a wry smile on his face: "My teacher, as the headmaster of Qingyun, there are many things that I cannot control myself.  Don't say there is no evidence, even if there is evidence, this matter will probably be suppressed by Master. The right path cannot be separated from Fenxiang Valley" At this point, Long Xuan's voice gradually became lowered, and the old man suddenly fell silent. After a long time  , the old man gave a bitter smile, with endless sadness, and said in a low voice to the candles of the spiritual statues in front of him: "Yes, the overall situation is the most important thing, the overall situation is the most important thing!  " There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and there are no years of cultivation. In the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and the Qingyun Sect's Jiazi event - the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Competition is about to kick off. " In the past two months, Long Xuan has been going to Longshou Peak to pay homage to Cang Cang.  Song Daoren even went to Dazhu Peak to visit Zhang Xiaofan a few times. He originally wanted to catch up with Qi Hao, but Qi Hao was "still" cordial.The smile and words that seemed to be somewhat respectful and alienated made Long Xuan feel chilled. After several times, he also lost interest in talking to Qi Hao again.  He knew that this was a reaction brought about by the changes in his identity and cultivation.  Now he has reached the second level of the Shangqing Realm and is the ninth elder of Tongtian Peak. Although he is still nominally a disciple of Master Daoxuan, to the disciples of Yuqing Realm, he is no more than a master twice as great as his master.  Therefore, although Qi Hao was still polite, in his heart he could no longer regard Long Xuan as the young junior brother who had a calm face and could talk to him about anything!  On the other hand, Zhang Xiaofan, who has a dull temperament, actually practiced "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" to the fourth level of Yu Qing in more than four years, which shocked Long Xuan.  When Long Xuan asked, Zhang Xiaofan himself didn't even know (according to the description of the author of the original book Necromantic Abyss, Zhang Xiaofan had indeed broken through the four realms of Yuqing at this time). Later, Suru heard the news and came to investigate in person.  , couldn't help but feel very happy, and immediately gave him his "Mo Xue" fairy sword.  Qingyun Mountain, Dazhu Peak.  The clouds are misty in the mountains, like gentle white ribbons, gently changing.  The slightly humid air in the morning and the fresh and cool wind passed over the green bamboo forest and blew over the top of Dazhu Peak.  The buildings with Shoujing Hall as the center stood quietly in the morning light, everything seemed so peaceful except for a sudden sound of barking, mixed with "squeaking" and "meowing" sounds.  , breaking the silence here.  A big yellow dog with bright fur came galloping from a distance, with a gray-haired monkey and a three-tailed civet cat riding on its back. The three beasts were playing around, extremely happy.  In the bamboo forest, Long Xuan stood tall and tall. He nodded slightly to Zhang Xiaofan and Tian Linger beside him and said with a faint smile: "Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Sister Tian, ??you two don't need to send me off. You can go back now. We will meet in a few days."  When Wu Zhiqi comes to Tongtian Peak, I will personally entertain you two!" "Senior Brother Long, you can just call me Ling'er." Tian Ling'er smiled coquettishly. At this point, she suddenly lowered her head.  Go and whisper: "Me, my father and my mother all call me that." Long Xuan nodded slightly, without comment, but turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, with a strange light in his eyes: "Junior brother Zhang, I don't know why.  I always feel that your physical strength is different from ordinary people, and your Qi veins are thick!" Zhang Xiaofan shuddered in his heart. He is not a newbie in the world of cultivation now, so he naturally understands the reason. "Great Brahma Panru" is a unique Buddhist teaching, and it has the ability to cultivate the physical body.  It was a miraculous effect, but he couldn't tell Long Xuan these things. He couldn't help but lower his head, fearing that Long Xuan would see something strange!  "Although I don't know the reason, this is a good thing!" Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's strange behavior, Long Xuan thought he had scared him, so he couldn't help but chuckled and explained: "When the time comes for you to fight with others, just try your best to delay it, or there may be an accident  I'm so happy!" Zhang Xiaofan breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Thank you, senior brother!" Long Xuan nodded and said with a slight smile, "Okay, brother, I'll go back now!  Damn boy, what are you waiting for?" The three-tailed civet cat's ears perked up. When it heard its master's call, it immediately jumped onto Long Xuan's shoulder with three steps at a time!  The next moment, Long Xuan had a thought in his mind, and the Qingping Sword was already raised, carrying him into a stream of colorful light, straight up to the sky.
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