Chapter 52 Sword Roar West Wind
Between the vast sea of clouds, the wind blows tens of thousands of miles.
Yumen Pass.
Lin Yao took Lingyu, and her figure changed back to a beautiful woman in a burst of ripples.
Xie Qingyun looked at Lin Yao with lowered eyebrows, and nodded slightly.
Immediately, he turned his finger into a sword and waved it lightly.
A strand of hair fell with the wind, floating in front of Lin Yao.
In the realm of the sword fairy, no one else would want to hurt half of his vellus hair.
Therefore, the only option is to kill yourself.
Lin Yao didn't hesitate anymore, and stretched out her hand to grab the strand of hair.
"Next, you three need to pay more attention and attention." Xie Qingyun and Xia Daoyun confessed.
Sword Immortal is not so easy to disguise.
Therefore, the three peak masters Xia Daoyun, Yu Canghai, and Xue Wushen needed to assist.
Xia Daoyun said coldly: "Don't worry, the suzerain, Yumen Pass will never make any mistakes."
"We will guard the Yumen Pass and wait for your return in triumph."
"Okay," Xie Qingyun said with a smile, "I trust you."
Immediately, he turned his head, looked at Lu Qingshan, and asked softly: "Have you decided?"
Lu Qingshan listened quietly all the time, and when the suzerain pointed to him, he raised his head and said, "I've made up my mind."
"Jianzong's Western Expedition, as the young sect, I should not be outdated in anything."
"If this Western Expedition fails, and I die, you are the hope of my Sword Sect." Xie Qingyun did not shy away from death, and said directly.
"You should stay in the Eastern Region and grow up slowly."
"Jianzong's hope..." Lu Qingshan smashed the word, and couldn't help laughing: "You say that, I'm under a lot of pressure."
Xie Qingyun laughed loudly, and after a while the laughter subsided, he looked at Lu Qingshan quietly and said: "When I was young, I was not as good as you."
"Besides, the reason why I chose you as the young sect of Jianzong, apart from your potential and performance, and Tao Yun's praise in every possible way, is that the most important reason is that I have never been able to see through you...even Qi Butian couldn't see through you... Through you."
"You are unknown."
"The unknown represents hope."
"I am unknown?" Lu Qingshan found this statement interesting, smiled, shook his head and said: "Whether I am hope or unknown, but I am a sword cultivator first."
He straightened his expression and said solemnly: "My heart tells me where I am going."
Xie Qingyun looked at Lu Qingshan and said with a smile: "Cultivating the sword also cultivates the heart. The reason why our Sword Sect is world-leading is not only the sword in the hand, but also the sword in the heart."
"Since you have made up your mind, it is naturally impossible for me to break the sword in your heart."
He paused, spread his hands, and continued to smile: "Today our old master of the Sword Sect and the new Shaozong will go west together, and after all eternity, it might not be a good story."
"It's a great honor." Lu Qingshan clasped his fists.
Xie Qingyun just said casually to ease the atmosphere and boost morale.
But one word often becomes a prophecy.
After a long, long time, the human race began to look back at history, and found that no matter how they went around, they could not bypass the fact that the old and young suzerains of the Sword Sect went west together in the eighth year of Tianyuan.
It was like an anchor, fixed in the magnificent long history of the human race.
"Since you are going to march west together, there is just one thing that needs you to come forward to solve it." Xie Qingyun said again.
"The resolution of our Jianzong's westward expedition has been passed down."
"None of the disciples of the Sword Sect in Yumen Pass objected, and they all asked for a fight, and the whole family was full of words."
"In Jianzong, those old sword cultivators and young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfaction, and they need someone in charge to appease them." Xie Qingyun explained unhurriedly.
"I need to cooperate with Lin Yao to make the illusion of staying at Yumen Pass,
It's not convenient to come forward. "
"Several peak masters are busy making the final preparations before the battle, and they can't get away for the time being, and the status of the others is not suitable for this matter."
"You are the Young Sect of the Sword Sect, and it is reasonable and reasonable for the Young Sect of the Sword Sect to be recognized by all the disciples of the Sword Sect."
"Go back to Jianzong." Qingyun Jianxian confessed.
"The old sword cultivator and the young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfaction?" Lu Qingshan frowned, and couldn't help asking: "What opinions do they have?"
Xie Qingyun smiled inexplicably, and looked at Lu Qingshan meaningfully, "You will know when you go back to Jianzong."
"You are already a young sect, and you can already decide on some things."
"I don't have any demands on you regarding the matter of Jianzong this time. I won't stop you from making any decision, just let it go."
This already meant that he was gradually handing over some matters about Jianzong to Lu Qingshan.
The old suzerain who has led and carried the sword sect for thousands of years is finally about to let go of something.
Having said this, Lu Qingshan looked at Xie Qingyun, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
"I see," he said.
"Go." The old suzerain waved his hand.
Lu Qingshan remained silent, cupped his fists and bowed again, then turned and left.
Xie Qingyun's eyes flashed for an instant, looking at Lu Qingshan's back from afar, wondering what he was thinking.
Lin Yao and Xia Daoyun also looked at Lu Qingshan's back, thinking about each other.
Lu Qingshan didn't speak again, didn't look back, and walked out of Qingyun Palace.
The moment he walked out of the palace gate, the voice of Sword Immortal Qingyun echoed throughout Yumen Pass.
"From now on, Lu Qingshan...is the young sect of my sword sect, the only young sect."
These words were like thunder, but in an instant, they spread throughout the Yumen Pass.
At this moment, countless Yumenguan monks were shocked.
The fact that Lu Qingshan was valued by Qingyun Sword Immortal and bestowed the position of Young Sect is known to everyone in Yumen Pass.
But a private appointment is completely different from such a grandiose official announcement, and the symbolic meanings are completely different.
All of a sudden, the consciousness and eyes of countless high-level monks gathered outside Qingyun Palace.
The chaotic consciousness that is enough to make people mentally collapse squeezed together, overwhelmingly crowded towards Lu Qingshan
Lu Qingshan just looked as usual, step by step, walked out without any interference, let thousands of people pay attention, let those spiritual senses condense.
From today onwards, he has truly become the Young Master of the Sword Sect.
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The northern city wall of Longcheng Pass is facing a towering mountain called Xiantian Ridge.
There are nine layers of heaven, one is Zhongtian, the other is Xiantian, the third is Congtian, the fourth is Gengtian, the fifth is Zoutian, the sixth is Kuotian, the seventh is Minutian, the eighth is Shentian, and the ninth is Chengtian.
Xiantian Ridge is actually the Second Heaven.
The second heaven is ten thousand feet high, with turbulent airflow, disordered aura, and increased consumption of mana.
Therefore, Xiantian Ridge is like a natural danger lying here.
After crossing Xiantian Ridge, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the Central Spiritual Realm can be seen vividly in front of your eyes.
Today, the weather in Xiantian Ridge is exceptionally good with clear skies.
A gust of breeze blew past, and among the mountains, there was the chirping of insects and the sound of pine waves blowing through the forest.
Outside Xiantian Ridge is a small city, built against the mountain, named Tianling City.
Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the sea to eat the sea.
As in the past, many little monks or casual cultivators left Tianling City to Xiantian Ridge in time for good season, trying to pick some elixir from the mountains in exchange for cultivation resources.
Zhang Tie is one of them.
However, he felt that Xiantian Ridge looked extremely strange today.
Where is the weirdness?
He couldn't speak for a moment.
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.
The mind of the little man is very simple.
So he continued up the mountain.
Xiantian Ridge is very high, and his cultivation base is not enough, so it is impossible for him to climb to the top.
But the foot of the mountain has already been dug three feet by the nearby monks, and it is very difficult to find a passable elixir.
Therefore, he can only go to the halfway up the mountain.
That is also a height of nearly 5,000 zhang, which is not an easy task for him. Fortunately, he has practiced a good escape technique.
——If he didn’t have this escapism technique, he wouldn’t be able to eat this kind of food.
Just after finding a good location and preparing to start work, Zhang Tie suddenly felt that his eyes were shaking, and the woods that had been exposed to the sun were suddenly shrouded in shadows.
He raised his head subconsciously.
In the dappled early sunlight, Zhang Tie saw dense and endless figures.
Those figures are not actually people.
They have different looks, are extremely ferocious and ferocious, and are surrounded by soaring demon energy, like locusts, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth.
It's not a plague of locusts, it's a plague of demons.
At this moment, Zhang Tie finally realized where the weirdness was.
It was so quiet.
In the past, there were roars of monsters and beasts in Xiantian Ridge one after another, but today they have not heard a single one from the beginning to the end.
The tide of demon cultivators flew towards the middle spirit realm.
As for Zhang Tie, those who had no room to resist were submerged and exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Zhonglingyu was about to perish.
No one, nothing, seemed to be able to stop this from happening.
.........
At this time, Lu Qingshan had already returned to Jianzong alone.
On the vast snowfield, the overhanging mountains are extremely magnificent, like a powerful black dragon lying here.
The seven giant mountains of ten thousand Renren are like the seven sword bones on the back of the Canglong, piercing the sky.
Lu Qingshan didn't know what was going on in Jianzong at this time, but Xie Qingyun entrusted the matter to him, so he came back.
When he comes back, things should settle down here.
Qingfeng is the peak of Lu Qingshan.
However, his familiarity with Qingfeng is not even as good as Master Xia Daoyun's Jianlai Peak.
Because it was only a very short period of time since he was promoted to Lianxu Kaifeng, and it could even be called an insignificant time.
Jianzong is the most united sect in the eyes of the world, and there have been almost no disputes within the sect.
This is because the source of disputes is often a conflict of interest.
Jianzong Jianxiu only has swords in his eyes.
The strength of Jianzong has made Jianzong Jianxiu never lack resources.
So there is nowhere to fight.
Jian Zong Jian Xiu is the most powerful sword repair in the world.
Powerful sword cultivators are often similar in some places.
The way is different, do not seek each other, and the way is the same.
So complement each other.
That being the case, what are the different voices appearing in Jianzong this time?
Lu Qingshan is also unknown.
But soon enough.
He entered Qingfeng grandly, announcing his return to the sword cultivators in the Sword Sect at this moment.
Among the green peaks.
His two little apprentices, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, were practicing swords.
The two blushed and were extremely serious, so they didn't notice their master's arrival.
Lu Qingshan didn't make a sound to disturb them, but just stood in the air, waiting quietly, as if waiting for something.
He knows the horror of the demons better than anyone else, so he has been growing up all these years.
He thought he still had a lot of time, but he didn't expect that the battle of Zhonglingyu broke out so suddenly, and the mountain-like pressure came to his shoulders so early.
Whoosh whoosh!
From all over the Jianzong, sword lights of various colors shot up into the sky and gathered towards Qingfeng.
Under the reflection of the almost white foggy air, the sword light exudes colorful mist, which is extremely beautiful.
It's like thousands of rainbows coming together at one point.
The sword cultivators in Jianzong rushed towards Qingfeng like a tide.
All over the sky, there are sword lights.
At this time, the two young apprentices who were serious about practicing swords were finally startled by the whizzing sound of the sword.
They looked up and saw Lu Qingshan.
The two were startled, then overjoyed, and were about to shout something, but the words squeezed into their throats stopped abruptly.
Because, there was already a sword light that stopped in front of Lu Qingshan, revealing its figure.
The two little girls recognized at a glance that it was Uncle Xixiang, the first sword cultivator they met when they entered the Sword Sect.
Although they were young, they were extremely clever. Seeing this scene, they immediately sensed that something serious was happening, so they dared not speak again.
Xixiang appeared in front of Lu Qingshan.
He didn't speak.
Lu Qingshan didn't speak either.
They are all waiting.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Almost on the front and rear feet, the sword lights kept stopping, and individual figures kept appearing.
After a while, finally no new Jian Guang appeared again.
Lu Qingshan glanced over the hundreds of figures in front of him.
Uncle Xixiang, Taoist Kongshan, Taoist Xinyu......
These are all old sword cultivators of the Sword Sect, who have retired from the Yumen Pass and retired to the Sword Sect, and are responsible for various chores in the Sword Sect.
Cao Xiaoxin, Yu Mercy, Wei Mou......
These are all young disciples of Jianzong, with unlimited potential, but they have not yet grown up and their cultivation base is insufficient, so they did not go to Yumen Pass.
"I met Shaozong."
Both the old sword cultivator and the young disciples spoke in unison at this moment.
Lu Qingshan cupped his fists and bowed to everyone, then said: "You should know why I came here."
"The suzerain told me that you have some different voices and opinions on the decision of the sword sect's westward expedition......"
He paused, and continued: "The suzerain told me that this matter is up to me to decide, so you can feel free to express your demands."
"Jianzong is not the master's Jianzong, nor my Lu Qingshan's Jianzong, but everyone's Jianzong. I will respect everyone's opinions."
"So, what are your thoughts?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"Lu Shaozong, we have been looking forward to your return." Xi Xiang took a step forward and said.
Lu Qingshan listened silently.
Xi Xiang's face was extremely solemn, "We are now clear about the situation in the Central Spiritual Realm, and we all agree with the suzerain's decision to go west."
"Some of us are old, some are too young, but we are all sword cultivators of the Sword Sect." Xi Xiang said word by word.
He pointed to the old sword cultivators behind him, "We're not too old to hold a sword."
"Although they are young, they can still hold swords." He pointed to the young disciples beside him.
In the end, Xixiang paused with a complex expression, but his eyes were extremely determined, "Young Sect...Although we know that this may embarrass you, and that it may be too irrational, but... ...."
He suddenly stopped drinking.
"I'll wait, please fight!"
bang.
Xixiang drew out his sword, and the fierce flying sword flew out of his dantian, soaring into the sky, piercing the sky, and the majestic sword reverberated between the heaven and the earth.
"I'll wait, please fight!"
"I'll wait, please fight!"
boom! boom! boom!
All the sword cultivators present, no matter whether they are refining emptiness, transforming spirits or combining bodies, whether they are young or old, all drew their swords and shouted in unison.
The whole sect fights with words.
In an instant, the white clouds all over the sky seemed to lose their color, leaving only various flying swords in the sky.
All the flying swords were flying all over the sky above Qingfeng.
"I'll wait, please fight!"
All the voices gathered together and echoed in Jianzong.
At this moment, it seemed that the mountains were trembling for it.
Everyone focused on Lu Qingshan.
Every look is full of high-spirited fighting spirit and hope.
An inexplicable emotion hit Lu Qingshan's heart heavily.
At this moment, he finally understood everything.
It's not that these people disagree with Jianzong's Western Expedition, but they want to go together.
But for Jianzong, no matter what, someone must stay behind Jianzong.
Otherwise, if people go to the empty building, who will guard the sword sect?
If they never come back, will there still be Jianzong in the world?
Therefore, these old sword cultivators shoulder the responsibility of staying behind the sword sect.
There are also young disciples, their strength is negligible for the battle of the Central Spiritual Realm.
But to Jianzong, they are kindling and hope.
Even if Jianzong's halberd is broken in the westward expedition, as long as there are still young disciples, when they grow up and carry Jianzong, Jianzong will still be that Jianzong.
Regardless of emotion or reason, young disciples with insufficient cultivation should not participate in this war.
Therefore, the old suzerain let them stay in Jianzong.
In Lu Qingshan's ears, the low, thunderous sound of flying swords kept echoing.
It was loud and harsh.
But to him, it was extremely pleasant.
The sound of wind, rain, thunder, and great river, how could it compare with Jian Zong's clang and sword cry?
There was an inexplicable feeling in Lu Qingshan's chest.
He scanned the familiar or unfamiliar faces, took a deep breath of air, and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart.
After a long while, he slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air, stretched out his palm and pressed it lightly.
As a result, the flying sword above the sky suddenly stopped.
The world fell silent.
"Have you made up your mind?" Lu Qingshan asked.
Then, he pointed at the seven towering main peaks in the distance, "Qingyun Peak, Eternal Peak, Canghai Peak, Hengqiu Peak, Jianlai Peak, Haoran Peak, Eternal Peak..."
Then he turned around, "Dingjun Peak, Kongshan Peak, Baiqiu Peak..."
"These are the foundations left by the ancestors of Jianzong, these are all Jianzong..."
"Are you really willing to leave it alone?" he asked.
No one answered for a moment.
After a moment of silence, Xixiang's deep voice sounded.
"Shaozong..."
He raised his head and fixedly looked at Lu Qingshan's young and handsome face.
"Jianzong, it has never been a place."
"It's us sword repairs."
"Where we are, Jianzong will be there."
Xixiang's voice was not loud, but it spread slowly.
Then, the whole world seemed to be suddenly silent at this moment, only his voice echoed.
Lu Qingshan was silent for a long time.
He knew that the help these Jianzong's sword cultivators could bring to the battle of Zhonglingyu was not at the same level as the price that Jianzong might have to bear.
Any monk other than Jianzong would definitely not agree to this seemingly "stupid" and seemingly "no awareness of the overall situation" request for a battle.
But Lu Qingshan also knows that the blessed land of Jianzong, the profound skills and sword skills of Jianzong, the treasures of Jianzong...
These are just foreign things. Compared with these, what is really more noble in Jianzong is the spirit of Jianzong passed down from generation to generation.
Those foreign sects always want to take Jianzong and replace them.
But they don't understand, if there is no real will and soul of sword repair, how can it be called Jianzong?
The reason why Jianzong is called Jianzong, the most powerful sword cultivating sect in this land, and even the strongest sect, is based on these simple and complex, illusory but powerful things.
As a result, a smile emerged from the corner of Lu Qingshan's lips.
"Then as you wish."
"Changying, please, take the Tianjiao species!"
He thought about it.
boom!
The dragon bird suddenly left the body.
The blazing sword light traversed the sky like a rainbow.
The majestic sword intent soared to the sky.
All the sword cultivators frantically controlled their swords as if their souls were out of control.
The sword in the sky destroys the sky and the earth.
The flying sword clangs.
The sword roared to the west wind.