Chapter 947

Juejian Peak is tens of thousands of feet high, and the mountain peak is like a long sword radiating cold light.

It had just rained a little, and the breeze was blowing on the body, making it a little cold.

Long grass, stone vats, ancient wells... the layout is elegant and reasonable, and the candles in the room are flickering, flickering.

Ling Yue and Wen Zhou sat facing each other, with a cup of high-quality Baihua tea in front of them, the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

Wen Zhou waved his long sleeves lightly, and said in a rare kind and gentle voice, "Yue'er, come, have a taste, this is Baihua tea from Dongfan tribute, it tastes very good, as a teacher, I can't bear it on weekdays." drink."

"Thank you, Master!" Ling Yue cupped his fists slightly.

Then he picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly with his lips. Immediately, a warm current grew and spread to every corner of his body, washing away all the fatigue in his body. It was extremely warm, as if his whole body was soaked in a hot spring. , so comfortable that I wanted to moan.

"How about it, isn't it good?" Wen Zhou stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"En!" Ling Yue nodded slightly, although he was puzzled, he still listened quietly.

Wen Zhou picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, squinted his eyes, and asked casually, "What do you think of Yu Tianrui?"

Ling Yue touched his chin with his fingers, pondered for a while, and said, "Don't be surprised when things happen, you have great wisdom, you don't have to be cautious, and there are thousands of hills and valleys in your chest. One day you will be able to meet water and turn into a dragon. It is worthy of deep friendship."

"Yes, if you have a Kunpeng in your heart, how can you be a Penghao generation?" Wen Zhou tapped his finger on the table with the rhythm of the flickering candlelight, and the tea in the teacup made fine ripples.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent.

After a while, Wen Zhou's lips parted, and he said, "Yue'er, the fact that you met this person also shows that your fate is not superficial, so you must take good care of it. To live with this person, this kind of opportunity, you have to grasp it firmly, exchange your sincerity for your sincerity, as long as you can get a little bit of it, the road in the future will definitely go wider and wider, and you will be better than the master no matter what."

Ling Yue's heart trembled. Although he knew that Ouyang Ming was very talented, he never thought that his master's evaluation of Ou Yangming would be so high. How can this be possible for a person who cannot be restrained by this piece of heaven and earth?

This voice was like thunder, roaring in his mind, shattering his original world to pieces.

After being stunned for a long time, he nodded slightly and replied, "Master, I understand."

Wen Zhou looked out the window, sighed and said, "You still don't understand!"

After retracting his gaze, his slightly aged fingers were upside down on the interspatial bag. After a flash of white light, a piece of yellowed sheepskin lay quietly in his palm. Thousands of years.

With a look of reminiscence in Wen Zhou's eyes, he explained: "I got this sheepskin picture in the Great Ruins, and it is quite a favor for you to give it to Yu Tianrui. This person's temperament of repaying the kindness of a drop of water with a spring is indispensable to your benefit."

"Master..." Ling Yue raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Take it, don't be hypocritical." Wen Zhou gently handed over the sheepskin figure as he said.

Ling Yue took the sheepskin figure and felt it was heavy.

Eye sockets are hot,

He raised his hand and wiped it lightly, cursing: "It rained just now, and the wind was also strong, blowing sand into my eyes."

Wen Zhou didn't say anything, and warned: "Although feelings can also be managed, they are more caused by emphasizing sincerity. Gold and stone are the key to success. Don't put the cart before the horse. This sheepskin picture is just a stepping stone."

"I would like to follow Master's instruction." Ling Yue bowed respectfully, sincerely.

"Go!" Wen Zhou waved his sleeves, his voice extremely wise.

After Ling Yue left, he walked to the top of the mountain, took out a pot of strong wine, and poured it for himself.

Looking at the mountains and rivers below, he wondered in his heart, is the voice of gods and demons that tore apart the golden arrow feathers today really the secret technique of the Dragon Clan? Are there really dragons in this world?

Taking a sip of strong wine into his throat, he felt a little dazed.

In the moonlight, the mountain road is rugged and winds into the distance.

Ling Yue touched the sheepskin figure in his arms through his clothes, only to feel another raging flame burning in his heart.

I thought to myself, Master has always judged people very accurately, but if Brother Yu wants to break free from the shackles of this world, it still feels too far-fetched, what did Master find? He was extremely curious in his heart, but within a short while, he rotted the idea in his heart, even if Guan Yue asked him, he would not say it.

His back gradually disappeared into the moonlight.

"Dong dong dong..." The knock on the door was not hurried.

With a "click", the door opened. Seeing Ling Yue, Ouyang Ming smiled heartily and said, "Brother Ling, please come in quickly."

After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation, and welcomed Ling Yue in.

After chatting with each other for a while, Ouyang Ming took the initiative to ask, "Brother Ling, what's the important thing to come to the humble house at this time?"

Ling Yue took out a sheepskin picture from his bosom, and said in an unhurried voice, "I know Brother Yu is about to enter the Great Ruins, and I have prepared a generous gift for you." Before the voice fell, he handed the sheepskin picture over with both hands.

"This is?" Ouyang Ming was startled, and asked in a deep voice.

"Brother Yu, just look at it." Ling Yue blinked, with a mysterious expression on his face.

Ou Yangming's heart trembled, and he took it with both hands. After just a glance, his face changed, and he said repeatedly: "Brother Ling, this... this is too precious!"

Ling Yue waved his hand and said with a light smile, "Brother Yu, although this map is only a fragment, it can increase the hope of survival. You can see that the color is dark, which means that the place should not be approached. Danger and opportunity coexist, Brother Yu, don't be hypocritical." Having said this, Ou Yangming is not easy to refute, and this sheepskin picture is indeed a timely help.

Ouyang Ming fixed his eyes, cupped his hands lightly, and said, "Brother Ling, if you ask for something in the future, it's okay to say so, as long as I can do it, I will never delay it."

Ling Yue's face brightened. Isn't it because of this promise that he has done so much?

But he said: "Brother Yu is serious."

Seeing that Ouyang Ming's whole mind was on the sheepskin picture, Ling Yue rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Yu, it's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

Ou Yangming stood up and sent him out of the yard, looking at his back with a look of deep thought.

With a flash of brilliance in his eyes, he put his spiritual power into the sheepskin picture, and compared it with the remnants of the picture seen on the top of the ancient pagoda. He was careful and careful, not letting go of the slightest detail. After half an hour, he secretly thought in his heart that the Great Ruins are too It's too big, and I can't tell where the place marked by this map is. Maybe the place marked by this sheepskin map is less than one ten-thousandth of it.

Youyou sighed, and put the sheepskin figure into the space bag.

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On the top of Absolute Sword Peak, in a stone house, a man in Chinese clothes sat cross-legged, with a three-foot-long blood-colored sword box on his back. The Sword of Guarding the Peak of Absolute Sword Peak.

Zhan Jianqing opened and closed his eyes, and the shadow of a bloody sword was reflected in his eyes.

The blood sword became bigger rapidly, and the whole stone house was overflowing with sword energy, which had the chill and courage of the nineteen states of frost and cold.

The funeral sword patted the sword case lightly, and the blood-colored long sword flipped up and down with incomparable agility.

He raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air. The blood sword was pushed out with his movement, and a wave of sword energy was shocked. In an instant, the stone wall sank six or seven feet inward, but strangely, there was no A piece of gravel flew up.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Why do swords need to be buried, swords need to be nourished."

At this moment, an old man came in carrying a dilapidated sword box. The sword box was covered with rags, and there was a clear crack running through it.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and his Qi was blocked, giving people a feeling of being lethargic. If you really want to describe it, it's as if you just got up from the grave.

Zong Ye stepped forward, gently supported the old man's arm, and said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Jian, this time I enter the Great Ruins, and I will definitely bring out the spirit that continues the vitality."

The old man coughed and sighed: "One can disbelieve in fate, but one cannot disobey old age."

His name is Jianyi, the master of Absolute Sword Peak, his swordsmanship is earth-shattering, he once broke a river with one sword, and changed a river with one sword.

His cultivation is also in the realm of a venerable. Even in his current state of exhausted vitality, an ordinary venerable is really no match for him.

He is a sword cultivator, and the sword cultivator's attacking skills are unmatched. If the sword cultivator pays attention to majesty, rolling long swords, and nothing can stop him, then the sword cultivator is sharp, capable of piercing the sky, stabbing Through all the sharpness of the world.

Zan Jian said softly: "How can you, you have to live for thousands of years anyway."

"Haha, I don't love you in vain just because you please me." The old man put down the sword case, and sat down on the ground without the slightest demeanor. Then he said: "Nowadays, the Seven Star Sect is extremely prosperous. Even if the old man leaves, it will be harmless, but things will be turned against each other, and if things come to an end, I'm afraid that the sect master will be blinded by thieves for a while. This desire, once the gap is opened, can't be controlled. So it’s not that the old man is afraid of death, it’s that the old man can’t die! I have to watch and guard, so I can rest assured, just like the Changsheng Pill that has been widely spread in Zhangzhou.

Zan Jian added another compliment: "Listening to what Mr. Jian said is better than reading hundreds of years of books."

The old man made a gesture to hit him, but was gently dodged by the buried sword.

He stared, looking very imposing, Zun Jian knew he couldn't hide, so he lowered his head and walked to his side.

Jian Lao didn't use any force, but lightly flicked his forehead, and his expression became solemn: "You must be careful in this trip, the Great Ruins is vast and dangerous, even the Venerable may fall in it."

"Understood!" Zan Jian slightly nodded.

The old man was still worried, he pointed at the center of his brow, and his cloudy eyes were full of light.

An overwhelming aura surged out, and immediately after, a drop of blood essence flew out, turned into a sword glow and shot into Zunjian's arm.

After doing this, the old man staggered, his face became even more withered, and he said weakly: "Use my blood essence as a guide to cut out this sword, even the Venerable will have to avoid the edge for a while."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the stone house with his feet up and down, his back was old and desolate.

Zong Jian tightly clenched his fists, his eyes were extremely firm. ...

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