Chapter 16 Heaven and Earth (Grand Finale)
When Rahu became a saint, the entire demonic realm saw his light and heard his voice. Lan
Appear holy before the devil.
Not limited by space and time.
Lu Qingshan became the ancestor, and the same was true.
From the cold plains of the far north to the hot sea of the far south, from the deserts of the far west to the mountains of the far east.
Whether it is a newly born baby or a powerful person who has been practicing for thousands of years.
Either kind, or despicable, or shameless, or noble...
All the creatures in the sky can see a clear figure at this moment. Lan
Lu Qingshan is everywhere.
No one can stop it.
Because, this is not seen with the eyes.
But the soul.
Lu Qingshan's figure appeared directly in their souls.
Lu Qingshan's voice also appeared directly in their souls.
Perhaps those babies who only know how to say "yiyi" don't know what this means, but they will always remember the appearance of this figure. Lan
Everyone was staring at that figure.
Regardless of whether they knew Lu Qingshan before or not, now they all know the name Lu Qingshan.
No matter how many years come from now on, they will remember this name.
"Rahu, you deserve to die!"
Lu Qingshan's voice echoed loudly and was heard by everyone in the world.
Lu Qingshan's figure is still dim.
All people are filled with peace and tranquility at this moment.
There is never any so-called destiny child.
Some are just that man can conquer nature.
Then, the whole world began to echo with one sentence.
"I sincerely invite Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revive our human race!"
On the high city wall of Yumen Pass, the Yumen monks put their hands on their chests and knelt on one knee respectfully.
In the Western Region, the sword cultivator of Xijianchi, who did not hold a sword in his hand, sincerely put his hands together and prayed with great respect.
In Chang'an City, the crowds of people in darkness closed their eyes slightly and murmured in their mouths that the most proud Chang'an people in the past offered their most sincere respect. Lan
.......
"I sincerely invite Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revive our human race!"
On the vast plateau and desert in the far west, the sound of chanting can be heard in countless golden temples.
They are like the most devout believers, but they no longer believe in me, but Lu Qingshan.
After being baptized by the spiritual sea tide, on the recovering land of Zhongling, countless sects, countless families, and countless people all knelt on the ground with great respect, touching their foreheads to the ground, and kept repeating these words.
People in this land do not believe in heaven or gods
What they believe in is the land beneath their feet and the people who have shed blood and sweat for it.
......."I sincerely invite Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revive our human race!"
This sentence has become the only voice in the world at this moment. It is better than the spring breeze, better than the summer rain, better than the autumn frost, and better than the winter snow.
...
Lu Qingshan's perception also filled the entire sky at this moment.
As a result, he knew what was happening in the entire world.
I also saw people’s pious and fervent prayers, full of hope and expectation.
At this moment, a real sense of control came over me. Lan
This gave Lu Qingshan a feeling that the most original power of the world was flowing.
This power is so great.
In the face of such power, he can feel his own insignificance, but he is not awed by his insignificance.
Because he is so small, he can control this power at will.
This is the power of the ancestral realm and the power of the sword.
...
Perhaps he was shocked by the huge change in this moment, or perhaps he was intimidated by Lu Qingshan's power, Luo Hu was stunned for an extremely rare moment. Lan
However, he quickly came to his senses.
Although Lu Qingshan became an ancestor, he was shocked, but it did not make him have any negative emotions such as fear or timidity.
Lu Qingshan becomes an ancestor, so what?
I just stood at the same height as him.
Although strictly speaking, Rahu can no longer be considered an Asura at this moment, the spirit of Asura is still there.
Asura is a born warrior.
The war clan is not afraid of fighting. Lan
"Alright, killing a Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal doesn't make much sense after all."
"Only with an opponent like this can I have a more enjoyable fight." Luo Hu raised his hands, clenched his fists lightly, and smiled coldly.
Through the skin, one can see that Rahu's skin, veins and bones now take on the golden color of Vajra.
The next moment, Luo Hu moved.
He didn't make any shocking moves, he just started moving forward, one step at a time.
The steps were not fast at first, but then they moved faster and faster. Between slow and fast, it was also a time of gathering momentum, and the edge had reached an unstoppable state.
As he rushed forward, all the breath surged to both sides. Lan
The invisible aura was so strong that it became tangible, like an undercurrent surging under the water.
In the last step, Luo Hu crossed a distance of several thousand feet and slammed into Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan also took a step forward, just an inch away, which could be ignored, and he didn't seem to have much refinement, facing the Demon Saint.
However, just after he took this step, eight bright beams of light suddenly burst out from behind him.
Zhenmo, Peach Blossom, Wangchuan, Longque, Tiandi, Fuyao, Lieque... and Niu Er.
At this moment, the bull's ear is also used by Lu Qingshan.
The power of the eight Dao swords was fully revealed. Lan
The golden color on Rahu's body became more intense.
Countless qi movements occurred before the two collided.
The battle between two people is also a battle between two heavens and earth.
The next moment, the two of them collided heavily.
clang! clang! clang!
Between heaven and earth, a voice like a yellow bell suddenly sounded, solemn and lofty.
Ripples of power suddenly erupted. Lan
Countless lines of sight looked at the two entangled lights and shadows with horror.
The Dao sword and the demon saint's body were violently shaken, and every collision would make a clanging sound, setting off an energy storm.
The battle that destroyed the world was still continuing, with the two figures intertwining fiercely. At the same time, the battlefield was constantly moving and changing, heading towards Qingming, which was getting higher and higher.
The Abyss Demon Saint and the New Ancestor of the Human Race, two people who could decide the fate of countless people in the two worlds, chose the battlefield intentionally or unintentionally on the vast Qingming far away from the human world.
The former was afraid that Lu Qingshan could rely on Tianhehai's power. With Tianhehai as his backing, he might just be able to defeat him.
Lu Qingshan was worried that the fight between the two would very likely destroy Tianhe City and take away countless lives.
In just half an hour, the two of them had already fought for tens of thousands of rounds. Lan
clang!
Once again, the Heaven and Earth Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand collided with Luo Hu's shining golden fist.
The black-yellow sword energy and the golden fist energy melt into each other.
The bodies of both of them were slightly shaken, and they were evenly matched.
Seeing the stalemate, Luo Hu let out a low roar of filial piety.
A giant black python suddenly appeared behind Luo Hu.
The giant python is as huge as a mountain, entrenched in the nine heavens, and its appearance is so majestic. Lan
Along with the appearance of the giant python, an extremely evil black liquid roared out of Rahu's body, and then circled around him like a swimming fish.
Then these black liquids condensed rapidly, flowing on the surface of Luo Hu's body, and finally turned into black scales, covering his entire body.
At this moment, Luohu's eyes also turned brown, and his eyes stood upright, just like
Like a python, it exudes frightening evil fluctuations.
The bloodline magical power of the giant spirit saint demon clan.
"Djinn".
Lu Qingshan has eight Taoist swords.
Rahu also has the blood of the eight great saints and demons. Lan
Luo Hu, who was transformed by a giant spirit, threw out a punch with his arms. The unparalleled fist brought out a long golden dragon and fired at Lu Qingshan standing under the clouds.
Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, and the purple-gold sword domain unfolded, shining brightly.
He took the initiative to face the golden dragon as if he was looking for death. Just when he was about to be bitten by the golden dragon, his figure suddenly flashed and actually crossed its huge body and appeared at the tail of the dragon.
Gui Zi Mi.
Unexpectedly, the Heaven and Earth Sword in his hand had been transformed into the first demon-suppressing weapon. He swept forward gracefully and slashed at Luo Hu with one sword.
Purple beach-like ripples appeared on the surface of Luo Hu's body, and his figure also flickered. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.
Lu Qingshan has the Secret of Gui Zi, and Luo Hu also has the spatial magical power of the Holy Demon of the Void. Lan
After taking a breath of fresh air, Luo Hu took advantage of the situation and counterattacked. His feet felt like walking on flat ground, and the void he stepped on was shattered like a spider web and was full of devastation.
Lu Qingshan stared at him coldly, as if by magic, the sword in his hand kept changing, and the movement of changing swords could not be seen at all. It flowed smoothly, blocking Luo Hu's seemingly endless offensive and murderous power.
The figures of the two people kept flashing and disappearing in the nine heavens.
In half an hour, Lu Qingshan was unable to break through ten thousand fists, and Luo Hu was also unable to block ten thousand swords.
It was also at this time that Lu Qingshan realized how naive his original idea of using Yue Zhan to defeat Shang was.
The ultimate level of power, or the upper limit, is the ancestral realm
Just like, now Lu Qingshan has hit Luo Hu no less than ten thousand times, but he can't use Full Moon Slash. Lan
Because there is no such thing as two hundred times the power of the ancestral realm in the world.
In other words, the sword of the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal, which is two hundred times more powerful, is at most the sword of the ancestral realm.
A sword from the ancestral realm would naturally not be able to kill the Demon Saint.
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The battle between the two sides has reached a fever pitch, with all kinds of killing moves emerging one after another.
Luo Hu's fingers suddenly intertwined and clenched into a fist.
Along with his movements, the magic light behind him was dense, and in just a short moment, a shadow was condensed. Lan
It was a phantom that was tens of thousands of feet high. It had the same appearance as Rahu, but it was more noble than Rahu. The black python was entangled around the phantom, making it become more and more evil.
Beimang Demon Clan, Emperor Zi Jue.
The Emperor's Shadow stands tall in the sky and earth, with a terrifying visual impact, and no one will doubt its power.
Luo Hu's snake-like boy stared at Lu Qingshan, with thunder and fire surging in his fists.
A punch landed.
First, I heard the continuous thunderous explosions, and then I heard the fists tearing the sky apart with the force of the sky.
The emperor's shadow moved together with him. Lan
That punch seemed to cover the entire sky.
The sky is blue, the fields are churning, and the wind is raging.
Even though they were hundreds of thousands of feet away from Tianhe City, countless creatures looked up and saw the seemingly endless giant fists falling. The pressure was enough to shatter people's souls.
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rise.
Wherever the sword rainbow passed, winds and clouds surged, and large pieces of colorful clouds gathered together, like huge colorful brocades.
Chao Ci Bai Di Caiyunjian.
boom! Lan
Both fists finally hit this endlessly rising sword rainbow, like beating drums in the sky and earth.
The colorful clouds are noisy and rolling, gathering and dispersing indefinitely.
The sword rainbow flows down to the bright moon.
Lu Qingshan was hit by a punch and turned into an afterimage and flew backwards. His figure was frivolous and he retreated thousands of feet.
Luo Hu smiled ferociously, "It's just you..."
In an instant.
A sword light rose out of the air, like a huge firefly, passing over Luo Hu's neck. Lan
Luo Hu's words stopped abruptly.
He touched his neck and glanced down.
A hand of golden blood shimmered with bright golden light, dazzling the eyes.
Fuyao again.
Luo Hu frowned and turned to look over there.
Over there, Lu Qingshan had just stood still, and his momentum was even more majestic than before.
The more you fight, the braver you become. Lan
It had been seven days since Luo Hu became a saint, but Lu Qingshan had just become an ancestor.
It's just a gap of seven days, but it's also a gap.
Because from the ninth realm to the tenth realm, the power is improved hundreds of thousands of times, and it is a qualitative transformation. It takes time to become familiar with such a powerful power suddenly.
In seven days, Rahu had completely mastered the power of the Holy Spirit.
In the battle with Luo Hu, Lu Qingshan gradually became familiar with the process of mastering this power.
He is getting stronger.
Now, Lu Qingshan has completely mastered the power of his ancestors. Lan
God’s will is perfect and flawless.
Luo Hu looked calm, and the wound on his neck had healed, but there was a turmoil in his heart.
He, who was already a Demon Saint, was shocked by Lu Qingshan's rapid progress.
But if you think about it carefully, it's actually not surprising.
After all, the person in front of him had reached the same level as him in less than fifty years.
Because of this, his desire to fight has never been higher.
Such an enemy made his blood, which he thought had gone cold, boil again. Lan
A demonic saint's heart beats loudly, sending endless and ocean-deep power throughout his body.
His bloody hair flew in the wind, and suddenly grew countless times longer, becoming as fierce as fire.
The magic lines on his body that grow and spread like vines flicker.
The manifestation of the laws of the Demon Realm.
At this moment, every inch of Luo Hu's body contains explosive power, and a single hair can cut off the river and the sea.
"Lu Qingshan, you can't beat me. Although you have advanced to the ancestral realm, you are only a mortal in nature, and I was born with the blood of the Holy Demon." Luo Hu smiled wildly, "You have different foundations, so you are destined to be unable to defeat me. "
The next moment, Luohu Shutong blinked slightly. Lan
The world has changed.
Lu Qingshan found that he was already in boundless darkness.
The bloodline talent of the Dream Demon Saint Demon Clan.
Lu Qingshan immediately took out the bull's ear and chopped it down with a sword, trying to break away the darkness, but found that within the darkness, there was still darkness, like a boundless dream demon.
Outside the darkness, Rahu has come, silently.
Lu Qingshan's expression became solemn.
He never despised Rahu. Lan
But Luo Hu's many methods still overwhelmed him.
Rahu, who has gathered the blood of the eight great saints and demons, controls the strengths of all the families.
The bull's ear in Lu Qingshan's hand changed again.
The red dragon bird is already in hand.
"Yitian." He said softly.
The dragon bird shook and erupted into a sword roar.
Then, in the boundless darkness, the sword light burst out, shooting a shadow out of the darkness. Lan
Against fate.
Can be released when receiving an attack/spell
Magical power, an additional sword attack against the attacker/spell caster.
This boundless darkness is also an attack from Rahu.
"Got you."
Lu Qingshan shouted.
He jumped high and arrived in front of Luo Hu in an instant. The dragon bird in his hand silently turned into a demon-suppressing sword, and slashed at Luo Hu with a blazing sword.
This sword was caught off guard and sent Luo Hu flying, and the boundless darkness was shattered. Lan
Luo Hu's figure rolled in the air, regardless of his injuries, he smiled and said: "It's useless, you can't kill me."
The heart of the Demon Saint beats, powerful power flows through the Demon body, and the injuries just recovered instantly.
He also has immortality, and it is more authentic than Lu Qingshan's.
Lu Qingshan borrowed the power of Tianhehai, but Luo Hu relied on his own strength.
It seems that there is really no winner in this battle.
Ancestors and saints are both the most extreme powers in the world. It is impossible to distinguish between them.
Luo Hu also saw this. Lan
He stood still, collected his emotions, and then said: "Lu Qingshan, since none of us can do anything to the other, let's make peace."
"Sky Sky, I don't want it anymore!"
"There are nine heavens. In addition to your firmament, there are seven worlds waiting for me to conquer."
"Of course, if you don't want to be satisfied with the sky, it wouldn't be a bad idea for us to divide the four worlds equally."
The nine heavens are so vast. He has the cultivation of a demon saint and there is no place he can go. Why is he still obsessed with the sky where Lu Qingshan is?
"From now on, we humans and demons will never interfere with each other!"
Lu Qingshan was silent. Lan
He didn't expect to hear such a sentence.
Without thinking, he said directly:
"I disagree."
"Why?" Luo Hu frowned and looked at Lu Qingshan.
In his opinion, Lu Qingshan had no reason not to accept his proposal.
Because, this battle is obviously indestructible.
Isn't that what war is all about? Lan
Since we can't decide the outcome, let's make peace.
Lu Qingshan did not answer Luo Hu's question because he felt that there was no need to answer.
The war between the Dao Demons lasted from 20,000 years ago to today, with countless tragic scenes and countless deaths.
How is it possible to make peace?
Can't decide the winner?
Not so.
As long as you keep fighting, there will always be a winner. Lan
Although this battle will definitely last for a long time and will be unparalleled.
But Lu Qingshan was already prepared.
Even ten thousand years is not a pity.
Sudden.
There was a strong wind on Qingming Mountain.
"Ten thousand years is too long."
Lu Qingshan heard a familiar mellow voice. Lan
The colorful clouds dispersed, and there were Confucian scholars in blue shirts with sleeves swaying.
He came from outside the sky, once turned the sky upside down, once went into the abyss alone, and single-handedly made the human race what it is today.
Luo Hu also saw the Confucian scholar in blue shirt, his expression changed slightly and he became a little panicked.
Lu Qingshan's voice was hoarse and his nose was slightly sour, "Xia Zu."
"Coming to this human world, it can be considered a magnificent event. Whether it is a dream or just what I heard, I don't care." The Confucian scholar glanced at Lu Qingshan with profound meaning.
He raised his arm, used his fingers to write, and lightly sketched, "It's time to go back. If I leave another stroke, my trip will be in vain."
He wrote ten big characters in the sky and the earth. Lan
"Who wakes up first from the big dream?"
"I know myself all my life."
The next moment. The figure of the Confucian scholar in green shirt is like quicksand, disappearing with the wind.
Appear suddenly and disappear suddenly.
The moment when the quicksand completely passed away.
Luohu suddenly came to his senses
As soon as he sank, hysterical howling suddenly sounded in his soul.
A twisted mass of shapeless monsters screamed. Lan
That kind of sound is so weird and harsh that even an immortal would go crazy after hearing it.
Luo Hu screamed filial piety, and filled the world with ferocious energy.
His eyes bulged and he stared at Lu Qingshan.
"What's this......?"
what on earth is it?
"This is called the law of inheritance." Lu Qingshan had a strange look on his face. He was more relaxed than ever before and answered with a smile, "Article 33."
Although this is an extremely serious moment, no harsh jokes should be made. Lan
But Lu Qingshan wanted to, so he did it.
Because this is a moment worthy of joy.
Luohu's holy soul was obtained from Xia Zu.
The reason why Xia Zu sank was because Po Zu was not perfect and suffered the backlash from heaven.
During the 20,000 years of sinking, he had been fighting against the counterattack of heaven.
In the end, he failed.
Therefore, the counterattack power of Heavenly Dao was imprinted on Xia Zu's soul. Lan
Therefore, Luo Hu inherited not only the power of Xia Zu's soul, but also the backlash of heaven that had been accumulated in Xia Zu's soul for 20,000 years.
This is what Xia Zu left in the world.
However, before that, Xia Zu was kind enough to help Luo Hu temporarily suppress this backlash.
Until now, it has exploded.
Like boundless sin.
Chaos and evil, pain and resentment surged in Rahu's soul like an abyss.
In the battle between masters, life and death hang on a thin line. Lan
Lu Qingshan said softly: "Zhenmo, Peach Blossom, Wangchuan, Longque, Tiandi, Fuyao, Lieque, Niuer!"
Such as a general's platform and his heroic troops.
The eight swords are arranged in sequence, standing between heaven and earth, connected head to tail, forming a line.
Falling suddenly.
Between heaven and earth, there is a line of sword!
Heaven and earth are silent.
After a breath, Rahu suppressed the boundless sins and his mind returned to clarity. Lan
It's too late.
He shouted an extremely high-pitched scream.
Just like the howling of the monster deep in the soul just now.
A line of sword entered from Luo Hu's Heavenly Spirit Cap, fell vertically, passed through his soul, passed through his heart, and came out through his body.
The soul of the holy realm, the heart of the devil.
Both were broken by the sword.
"I am the Demon Saint... I will not die like this..." Lan
Luo Hu spit out a mouthful of blood and stretched out his hands with difficulty, trying to prop up his body and continue fighting.
Lu Qingshan just raised his hand with a calm expression.
Then, he lightly snapped his fingers.
Swish swish swish!
Countless sword energies bloomed from Luo Hu's body.
When a line of sword penetrated Rahu's demonic body, it also injected countless sword energy into his demonic body.
Rahu turned into a lotus flower. Lan
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his body.
There was a bang.
The next moment, boundless demonic energy spurted out from Luo Hu's body along these cracks, raging and rolling away.
Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly.
The billowing demonic energy actually stagnated, as if time and space were frozen at this moment.
Viewed from a distance, it looks like a magnificent ink painting.
The freeze lasted only a breath. Lan
The sword of heaven and earth evolves into a bright world.
Then the boundless demonic energy rolled back, was sucked into the universe, and was exiled to an unknown place.
The demonic energy dissipated, and the blue sky itself could no longer block people's sight.
There are no longer the magnificent ripples before, nor the roar that is more amazing than the spring thunder. It is as calm as a mirror.
"finished?"
This thought and a question came to everyone's mind.
"Who won?" Lan
Questions were quickly answered.
A burly figure was thrown down from the nine heavens like a meteorite and landed in the hinterland of the demon army.
Rahu, a lake of flesh and blood, completely broken and without any sign of life.
There was another person who fell into the world together with Luo Hu.
His face is gentle and calm, his divine light is restrained, but his aura is ancient and distant, and his appearance is rich and graceful, just like a banished immortal.
Not to mention anything else, just talking about this skin, it is unparalleled in the world and only this one.
Lu Qingshan. Lan
Then, cultivator Tianhe let out an earth-shattering cheer.
On the other side, the demon army looked ashen.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.
The joys and sorrows of humans and demons are completely opposite.
They only think that the human race is noisy.
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The second battle between Dao Demons ended with the death of Luo Qingshan and the death of Luo Hu.
The Dao Demon War is completely over.
Because, this time, Lu Qingshan did not suffer the backlash from heaven.
After Luo Hu was executed, he led the human monks to launch a liquidation.
Although the demons chose to surrender immediately.
But Lu Qingshan was not sure.
Tianhe monks are not allowed either. Lan
Human monks are not allowed either.
Perhaps to others, this looked like a massacre, bloody and cruel.
But that's the nature of war.
War does not decide who is right, only who stays.
The demon army fled in a massive rout, and most of them were killed by the human monks. The remaining few that escaped the net fled back to the abyss.
The human monks had no choice but to chase the poor bandits with their remaining heroes.
But not pity. Lan
It's just that the abyss is already dying.
Without the human race taking action, thousands of years later, the small portion of the demon army that fled back to the abyss will perish together with the hundreds of millions of demons in the demon realm as the abyss declines.
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Tianyuan ninety-nine years, late autumn.
Nearly seventy years have passed since that magnificent battle between ancestors and saints.
Peace has returned to the world.
The stories of the past are still being circulated, and new stories are also being staged. Lan
The first female Sword Immortal of the human race finally left the Sword Sect and took over the position of Da Xia Zunshang.
The former Great Xia Master Xia Zhao traveled around the world and disappeared without a trace. It is said that someone saw her in a small town in the southern region.
The Sword Sect, the first sect of the human race, after losing its five main peaks, Qingyun Peak, Eternal Peak, Hengqiu Peak, Wusheath Peak, and Jianlai Peak, gained another main peak - Hidden Sword Peak in the 70th year of Tianyuan.
The peak leader is also an extremely young female cultivator, and her story can also be called a legend.
It is said that during the Second Dao Demon War, she was not yet a sword cultivator. She went deep into the hinterland of the Demon Clan with the Master of Sword Sect Wu Sheath Peak and made great achievements. In the end, she narrowly escaped death and was rescued by Lu Qingshan who rushed there. From then on Only then did he officially start practicing swordsmanship.
Less than 40 years after Qi Butian sat in the position of Master of Tianji Temple, the position of Master of Tianji Temple was taken over by a young female cultivator, who almost became the youngest Taoist sect created by Lu Qingshan. Lord's record.
Sect Leader Mo of the Zhulong Palace, after being promoted to the Ninth Realm in the past few years, conquered the superiors and defeated the monks of the Taiqing Palace with the title of Flame Lord. He led the Zhulong Palace to be promoted to the Dao Sect and fulfilled the hundreds of thousands of years of wish of the Zhulong Palace. Lan
From then on, there were two great sects in the human race's law cultivation sect.
Of course, even if one day seven of the Eight Great Dao Sects are Dharma Cultivator sects, it will no longer be able to shake the Sword Cultivator faction's supremacy in the world of human cultivation.
The three major factions of sword cultivation, law cultivation, and body cultivation have already changed.
There are many more stories like this, but there is always only one that is the most exciting and soul-stirring.
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After the Ancestor-Sage War, in just seventy years, the number of sword cultivators continued to increase and became highly respected, and new sword cultivator sects sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain in the sky.
Sword cultivation is at its peak as never before. Lan
When sword repair is flourishing, so is the sword-washing pool.
Sword Washing Pool, on the top floor of Jianyu Tower.
The White Frost Sword Master hung up a new portrait.
On the side, regarded as the hope for the next generation of the Sword Washing Pond, the new disciple of the White Frost Sword Master thirty years ago asked cautiously:
"Master, isn't it our ancestral motto in the Sword Washing Pond that only the portrait of the ancestor of our sect can be hung in the Jianyu Tower? Who is this?"
The man in the portrait is handsome and handsome, with an elegant face. Although he has white hair, he is obviously still very young.
The White Frost Sword Master was silent for a while, and then said softly: Lan
"Although he is not the ancestor of our clan, he can be called the ancestor of our generation of sword cultivators."
"There is no other human race."
"So what if we make an exception for him?"
The young disciple was stunned.
He instantly understood the origin of the man in the portrait.
There may be many ancestors, but there is only one person who can deserve the praise of "no other, no race."
.........Lan
Qingzhou, Huashan.
Qingzhou is the hometown of the Sword Immortal. Over the years, countless swordsmen have come from afar to pay their respects to the former residence of the Sword Immortal.
There is even a saying circulating, "Who are you a swordsman if you haven't been to Qingzhou?"
The Lord of Qingzhou, followed the trend and held the Huashan Sword Conference in Huashan, Qingzhou, which is held every ten years.
Many great sword cultivators will attend the meeting to try their swords, which attracts countless people who come to watch the meeting.
It’s another Huashan Sword Discussion Conference.
At this time, Huashan was already crowded with people. Lan
On the high platform in the center of the mountain top, there are hundreds of sword cultivators.
These are all sword practitioners who will participate in the sword discussion later.
At three quarters of noon, the auspicious time has arrived.
The Daxia monk who was presiding over this sword conference came out and said in a deep voice: "Unsheath!"
Clang, clang, clang!
In the square, hundreds of sword lights rose into the sky, criss-crossing the sky, the sword lights were wanton, stirring up the clouds and mist.
There is a tradition in the Huashan sword discussion. Before the conference begins, all those who are going to participate in the sword discussion must draw their swords. It not only allows them to get to know each other, but also has a performance component, which is equivalent to the opening ceremony. Lan
"Brother, are they also sword cultivators?" Under the high platform, a young monk who had just started cultivating suddenly discovered that the four monks at the front of the stage did not sacrifice their natal swords. They were indifferent and looked very strange among the group of people.
"Um."
"Then why don't they draw their swords?"
"They don't have natal swords."
"Huh? Can you be considered a swordsman without a natal sword?"
"Although they don't have swords, they are still sword cultivators."
The most special generation of swordsmen. Lan
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One hundred years of Tianyuan, spring.
It’s spring again.
Führer season.
The so-called Head of State is the traditional festival of the human race, also known as the "Spring Festival". It is the beginning of the year. It is a festival in the traditional sense and evolved from the ancient times when people prayed for good luck and offered sacrifices at the beginning of the year.
All things originate from heaven, and humans originate from ancestors. Praying for good luck, offering sacrifices, and respecting heaven and ancestors are the means of repaying the origin and turning back to the beginning.
Mortal heads of state come once a year, monks have a long life, and heads of state come once every fifty years. Lan
Hanging mountains upside down, green peaks.
There are lights and colors everywhere.
Inside the wooden building.
Many people were sitting in a group, and there was a large pot on the stove in the middle, which was bubbling.
There were many exquisite plates placed on the eucalyptus table, and the plates contained various kinds of monster meat and spiritual plants.
From time to time, someone picks up a piece of cut monster meat, puts it in the pot and soaks it in water for a while, then quickly takes it out, then puts it in a bowl mixed with various seasonings and puts it into his mouth.
This is "hot pot" invented by Lu Qingshan, the leader of the Sword Sect. Because of his influence, it has already become popular in the world. Lan
There were many people sitting around the hot pot.
Among them was Lu Qingshan, the leader of the Sword Sect.
To the left of Lu Qingshan are Ji Chuan, Qiu Shiyin, Ji Hanxing, Ji Banyue, Mo Yan, Lin Yao, and Zang Xiaojian.
On the right are Xia Daoyun, Qin Yitian, Gu Yiyi, Lin Chuyi, and Lin Shiwu.
Next to Gu Yiyi's little hand, there is a mouse, calling himself the king.
Ji Hanxing and Ji Banyue are the twin daughters born to Ji Chuan and Qiu Shiyin.
Most of the people here have extraordinary status and have many affairs on weekdays. It is only on a special day like this that so many people can be gathered together. Lan
"Sect Master Mo, Zhulong Palace has become increasingly prosperous in recent years, congratulations."
"Master Ji, I heard that Master Haoran's cultivation has recovered very quickly, and your two daughters are even more talented. This is even more worthy of congratulations. It should come to light soon."
"I just don't know whether Peak Master Ji became the Sword Immortal first, or whether Peak Master Haoran came from behind."
"Maybe I'm the fastest."
"Haha, it's not impossible. The Little Sword Peak Master has become more and more sophisticated in recent years."
"Master Lin, speaking of this, I have to say that your cultivation speed is really not good enough. As a dignified master of Tianji Temple, you have not yet reached the eighth realm..."
Cups and cups were intertwined, the atmosphere was heated, and no one could tell who was talking to whom. Lan
After several rounds of food, it was finally time to leave.
Lu Qingshan and Xia Daoyun, as hosts, went out to see off the guests.
After seeing off all the guests, the two stood on the top of the mountain, taking in most of the Sword Sect.
The bright moon is in the sky, and the breeze blows the leaves.
At that time, Xia Daoyun suddenly asked: "If it weren't for me, between the two of them, who would you choose?"
After Lu Qingshan thought for a while, he said without hesitation: "Choose you."
"I mean, if it weren't for me." Lan
Lu Qingshan hummed and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.
"Then it's still your choice."
Xia Daoyun was slightly shy, but felt full of joy, and whispered: "Compared to them, don't you think being with me is boring?"
She doesn't like to talk, she doesn't like words, she rarely smiles, and her status as empress is so precious that people dare not approach her. Others think she is aloof and difficult to get in touch with.
Boring?
How could it be?
Lu Qingshan smiled and said nothing. Lan
After getting married, he was surprised to find that Xia Daoyun, who had always been as cold as a snow lotus and made people dare not blaspheme, was not only not rigid in some places, but even obedient to the point of embarrassment.
Ask her to lie down, and she will turn over and lie down with her eyes closed.
She was told to sit down, and she sat down without saying a word, covering her face.
Even some shameless gestures that he should have only done in his previous life, Xia Daoyun followed him with wide eyes and silently.
Lu Qingshan heard that before getting married, Xia Daoyun specially invited several Taoist companions from the princes to ask for advice on some matters.
He vaguely guessed that Xia Daoyun was misunderstood by some unclear remarks made by those princesses who were concerned about Xia Daoyun's identity.
What a wonderful misunderstanding! Lan
Lu Qingshan held Xia Daoyun's catkins and said seriously: "It is extremely interesting to experience new things with old people."
"There is a new posture..."
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...Lan
(There will also be a final review tomorrow.)