Heyang. The sky is high and far away, the blue sky is infinite, the tall and lush bamboos are still as vibrant as before, and the pine branches are as winding and winding as horny dragons, bringing a faint sense of tranquility to this land. The white clouds are like gauze and as thin as ribbons, hovering on the mountainside of Dijun Mountain. The sound of cranes is heard and the auspicious air is steaming. A Taoist temple with simple and solemn decoration is looming in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain. At this moment, on the path of the bamboo forest on the mountainside, two figures slowly appeared - the first one was a middle-aged scribe wearing a sky blue robe and a purple gold crown. The purple flowers flicker and look extremely noble. The person at the back was an old scholar with a long beard. His face was calm and as gentle as jade. His whole person seemed to have blended into the void of heaven and earth without leaving any trace. "When" A bell rang from the top of the mountain and echoed on Dijun Mountain. The ethereal echo made the scribes and old Confucians stop and look at the top of the mountain. "It's been sixty years, but Di Junshan has not changed much," the scribe's face was complicated and difficult to understand. Under the unnoticed sleeves, a pair of hands clenched into fists and then slowly unclenched. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. : "Senior Brother Mo Ru, do you think the Patriarch will receive us this time?" The old Confucian seemed not to have expected that the scribe would ask this question. He was stunned for a moment. After pondering for a moment, he said solemnly: "The Patriarch is proficient in the Six Yao Bagua and Qi. If you don't want to see us, I'm afraid we won't be able to get to Dijun Mountain!" "That's what you said, I hope so!" The scribe smiled bitterly, with a look of desolation in his eyes, and shook his head with a sigh. , said: "That incident back then caused you and me to be expelled from the door by the ancestor. But in the final analysis, it was my junior brother who was involved" The old Confucian's face felt sad for a while, and then he waved his hand to block the scribe's words, He said calmly: "It's because I'm not good at what I do. I can't blame my junior brother, and my junior brother doesn't need to blame himself." His voice was calm, and the white hair on his temples fluttered lightly in the gentle mountain wind, as if he was telling the story of the wastage of the world and the vicissitudes of the world. The scribe was startled, then gradually regained his composure and dignity, and said: "Let's go! Today is the birthday of our ancestor. Although you and I are abandoned disciples, we should come here to fulfill our filial piety." As the two people talked, their movements were Without stopping, they soon reached the top of Dijun Mountain, and after crossing the last three-way intersection, the vast stone steps in front of Feixian Temple were revealed in front of them. This is an inconspicuous Taoist temple with simple decoration. Two white jade lions are like sleeping giant beasts, quietly guarding this land. Above the door, there is a stone plaque polished as smooth as a mirror, with flying dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, like a knife cutting a sword, and three large characters are engraved on it - Feixianguan! Stroke by stroke, walking straight towards the dragon and snake, it has an intangible bearing that is proud and outstanding through the ages, making people feel insignificant! The scribe stood still, feeling like there was a burst of hot blood in his chest, burning brightly. Everything in the past was still vivid in his mind, making his body sway slightly. The place in front of him was where he studied, and there lived the master who taught him and taught him so much! He took a deep breath, as if to imprint the familiar and longing atmosphere of this place in his heart. Taking a step back abruptly, the scribe straightened his clothes, knelt down, made a prostration, and said loudly: "Today is the birthday of our ancestor. This disciple and Brother Shen are here to congratulate our ancestor. I hope the ancestor can give me a visit. Let the two disciples practice filial piety!" The old scholar Shen Moru also knelt beside the scribe, but did not speak. He just stared at the closed door of Feixian Temple with bright eyes, his body trembling slightly, and there was a trace of light in his eyes. Respect and look forward to! They didn¡¯t know how much time had passed since they knelt down. The sun is high in the sky, the morning fog has cleared, and the sound of rustling bamboo waves comes in waves, mixed with the unknown sounds of insects and birds in the forest, just like the countless years that have passed by this Dijun Mountain - except there are Some people feel at ease, while some people find it boring. Time is like water, whether it is turbulent or peaceful, it just depends on a person's thoughts? Just when both the scribes and the old Confucianists looked disappointed, a low sound of footsteps suddenly came from the Feixian Temple, "Tap, tap!" The footsteps seemed to echo in the hearts of the two of them, making the two of them stunned. The man was refreshed and raised his head suddenly. The mountain gate of Feixianguan was pushed open by a pair of withered hands. Accompanied by the faint smell of sandalwood, an old man in Taoist attire with white beard and hair and a crane-bone fairy style slowly walked out. His face was expressionless and silent, just quietly. He stared quietly at the two disciples who were driven out of the door by him, with a complicated light flashing in his eyes, but he didn't know what he was thinking. Looking at this old man, both the scribes and the old Confucians showed admiration in their eyes, and their faces showed a bit of child-like joy. They kowtowed to the old man nine times in a row, and said sadly: "Unworthy disciples have seen this before." "Teacher!" The pretended old man did not stop them from kowtowing. For some reason, his eyes were filled with relief, sadness and anger, and even a hint of pain, right and wrong, good and evil.Wrong, so entangled and difficult to distinguish, the sky is playing tricks on me, I am so sad! He pondered for a long time, and finally sighed softly, with an indescribable tiredness on his face. Even the tone contained a hint of vicissitudes of life: "If you are interested, come with me!" ¡¡¡¡¡ Northwest of China, a wild desert. It is now daybreak, and the dark clouds and bloody rain that seemed to swallow up the sky and the earth last night have dissipated, and the bright sun has once again cast a warm and warm light, shining on this ancient desert. Long Xuan was still unconscious. Lu Xueqi and Pu Zhi were guarding him, and Pu Zhi was taking his pulse. I don't know how long it took, but his withered hand finally moved away from Long Xuan's wrist. The look of solemn surprise on his face did not diminish. He sighed softly and said: "Master Nephew Long's meridians all over his body are unobstructed. Although his lungs and lungs are injured, It's okay, but I don't know why he suddenly fell into coma? " Lu Xueqi was silent, just holding Long Xuan's body, her beautiful face looked a little embarrassed because of the fight last night, and there was a hint of self-blame in her clear eyes. The meaning of sadness. She has been a Taoist wizard in the words of her master and sister since she was a child. In fact, she can practice "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" to the peak of the Jade Qing Ninth Level in more than ten years. I dare not say that it is unprecedented, but at least it is rare. But what she saw and heard last night was like a basin of cold water that wiped out all her pride. Yes, your talent is high, but compared to the long-established demon giant, you are still completely different. Genius, only with the accumulation of time, can you shine with the radiant light that shocks the world! "Next time, I won't let you fight alone!" She stared deeply at Long Xuan's quiet face in her arms. In the depths of her eyes, which were full of sadness and tenderness, a faint persistence flashed away, like It reflects her promise, her covenant! No one knows that Long Xuan is experiencing the second nirvana in his life at this moment! This is a strange world filled with tragedy and blood¡ªthe vast land is filled with broken swords and the ground is in a mess. Vast but mixed sword energy spread everywhere, the resentful sword spirit looked up to the sky and howled in the dark, darkness spread in all directions, the cold wind howled, and the cold and strong murderous intention seemed to have traveled through thousands of years, like a knife The sword came roaring. Long Xuan¡¯s eyes were blank, and he walked towards the depths of this world like a zombie, like a ghost that had forgotten the past and headed towards the Nine Netherlands. In a trance, in a haze, in the depths of the blood-colored sky, a bolt of lightning passed by, piercing the sky. A moon shining with strange purple light gradually rose and hung high in the sky. With a jolt, clarity finally returned to Long Xuan's eyes. He paused and looked at the surrounding environment quietly. Where he saw it, there were mountains and seas of broken swords, like thorns surrounding him. Only the broken blade and the rusty sword spine still silently tell of their former glory. ??The sword would rather be broken by an inch than be twisted around the finger! Even though their bodies have long been broken, the endless sword souls still contain the unyielding and immortal sword energy. Just stepping on this land, it seems that they can clearly hear their unwilling cries. "This place is called 'Reincarnation Purgatory'!" The light of the purple moon in the sky became brighter, and there was an indifferent female voice, in the deepest part of the endless sword forest, with a bone-chilling chill, gently echoing: "This is for everyone in the world. "The dead sword, the place of reincarnation!" "The hell of swords?" Long Xuan sighed lightly, with a solemn look on his face, gently holding the hilt of a thin sheath sword at his feet, and slowly Pull it up. The spine of this sword is narrow, and the broken edge exudes the aura of eternity. Although it has been broken for thousands of years, it still retains a daunting and sharp cold light! "This sword is called the Broken Army Sword," the inexplicable female voice explained lightly. Following her words, endless sword energy seemed to rise into the sky, and the sword wind roared and galloped, just like the thick sword of a purgatory demon thirsting for blood. Gasping: "It is the sword used by a peerless overlord in ancient times. He broke the army. As his name suggests, he was a general who dominated the world! Unfortunately, the country was defeated and the army was defeated. He used the broken sword to kill himself by the river!" Long Xuan nodded slightly, Holding the broken sword in both hands, he carefully placed it back into the distance: "No wonder this sword has such deep resentment. It turned out to be the personal belongings of the ancient overlord!" He paused, looked up at the sky, The light of the purple moon was reflected in his eyes, like two blazing purple fires: "Senior, can you come out and see me?" "Haha!" The woman chuckled, seeming to be inexplicably sentimental. The invisible sword force across the world suddenly danced wildly, as if to celebrate the birth of the emperor. The sword energy was like a mountain, condensing crazily in the void, turning into an enchanting figure, with bare jade feet and wearing an exquisite The purple robe slowly fell from the sky, touched the ground with one foot, and landed in front of Long Xuan, looking at him quietly. Those are a pair of eyes that are as disheartened as death - deep, sad and cold, but neither the exquisite face nor the vast pressure is inferior to the previous woman in green. If the woman in green is a free and unrestrained peony in the garden, then the woman in purple is a mandala blooming at midnight, charming but also containing the slightest hint of the netherworld! "The dead have long been nameless! Miss Meng will not give up and gives me the title of 'Purple Clothes'. You can call me that. During this time, I will teach you the second form of the Taixuan Five Swords - - Ground Sword Style!" The woman's voice was extremely cold, without even the slightest emotion. It only fluctuated slightly when she mentioned the "young lady". PS: Brothers are so awesome. This is the first time since I wrote this article that Ukiyo has topped the list of classified red tickets. Yesterday, with the help of all the brothers, I finally let Ukiyo experience it! Okay, here comes the update. 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