Chapter 1027 I Want to Go and See

In fact, when the young sword cultivator Song Xun ran away crying, the Sword Sect Master had come to Meng Xi's side not far away. Behind him, there were two people standing side by side, Jiao Xinchen and Meng Sangshan.

Meng Xi bowed his head and saluted. Facing the Sword Sect Master, the world's number one swordsman, he respected him from the bottom of his heart.

Moreover, the current Sword Sect Master has done some real things, so there is no reason not to respect him.

The Sword Sect Master waved at Meng Xi. Meng Xi glanced at his master, who nodded, and then Meng Xi slowly left.

After Meng Xi left, Meng Sangshan sighed and smiled, "It seems that it won't be long before this kid will scare the whole world."

Jiao Xinchen nodded, extremely satisfied with his apprentice, and full of gratitude for his good friend.

The Sword Sect leader turned around, looked at Jiao Xinchen, and asked, "How is Qingshan?"

Jiao Xinchen didn't really understand why the leader cared so much about Zhou Qingshan. After all, his realm was not high and his talent was ordinary. Even if he was the leader's nephew, according to the leader's character, he shouldn't be like this.

However, Jiao Xinchen quickly came to his senses and said softly, "I received two letters these days. One letter was written by Junior Brother Yu who went to the North Border, and the other was sent from the General's Mansion in the North Border of Daliang."

The Sword Sect leader didn't say anything, just looked at Jiao Xinchen like this.

Jiao Xinchen continued, "Junior Brother Yu said in the letter that the demon tribe invaded the south again and broke through several passes in front of the Great Wall in the north. Twenty-three disciples of the Sword Sect died on those city walls, including Senior Brother Zhou, who died in Jingshan Pass."

"The content of the letter from the General's Mansion is similar, except that those passes have been occupied by the demon tribe, and the bodies of our Sword Sect disciples cannot be brought back. If there is a chance in the future, we will look for them again. In addition, the General's Mansion said that it will provide relief to our twenty-three Sword Sect disciples in accordance with the court's practice. If the Sword Sect does not want the Heavenly Gold Money, Daliang will convert it into something else."

Jiao Xinchen was also in a heavy mood. He looked through the names of the twenty-three people. Among them, there were several guys who had a good relationship with him, but he did not expect that the last time they met would be a farewell forever.

"Recover the corpses. Those warriors couldn't even bring back the corpses of their comrades, so what else are they looking for? As a disciple of the Sword Sect, we will die wherever we want. Don't be picky about details."

The Sword Sect leader glanced at Jiao Xinchen and asked, "Did the letter say how many monsters Qingshan killed before his death?"

Jiao Xinchen shook his head and said, "Several passes have been lost, so the details of the battle are naturally unknown."

The Sword Sect leader nodded, he was negligent.

After a moment of silence, the Sword Sect leader said, "Don't tell anyone about this for the time being, especially Song Xun."

Jiao Xinchen nodded. Although they were not familiar with Zhou Qingshan, they were from the same sect after all, and with the relationship of being a disciple now, it should be so.

The Sword Sect leader asked, "How many sword cultivators have gone to the Northern Territory?"

This was Meng Sangshan's duty. When he heard the Sword Sect leader's question, he immediately said, "One hundred and three people, including two sword immortals and more than thirty people in the Other Shore Realm."

The Sword Sect leader nodded and suddenly said, "I intend to build another hall next to the hall that enshrines the ancestors of all generations. All sword cultivators who died in the Northern Territory, regardless of their realm, will have their spirit tablets erected in that hall. After that, the disciples who go up the mountain, except for those who worship the ancestors in the hall, In addition, we have to worship this new hall again. "

Jiao Xinchen and Meng Sangshan looked at each other and saw the doubts in each other's eyes, so they pondered for a while and said: "Master, such a big thing, should we discuss it in the mountains before making a decision?"

The master of the Sword Sect shook his head and said: "I have made up my mind. You two will arrange this matter and complete the hall as soon as possible. After that, let Min Rang be responsible for everything else."

Min Rang, one of the Sword Sect's sword immortals, had been in charge of sacrifices for the royal family for generations before going up the mountain.

Jiao Xinchen and Meng Sangshan wanted to say something else, but the master of the Sword Sect had gone away alone, leaving only one sentence and wandering around the Sword Sect.

"The cultivators in the world owe too much to the world."

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After the master of the Sword Sect left, Jiao Xinchen and Meng Sangshan looked at each other, and they each found a place to sit down. There was some silence, and no one spoke first.

The two of them had a good relationship, and it can be said that any of the other's little thoughts could not be hidden from the other. At this moment, both of them were silent, and they actually had a problem.

Meng Sangshan, who was dressed in a snow-white robe, was silent for a long time, and was the first to speak: "Old Jiao, I always feel that what the sect master is doing now should not be for his sword heart."

Jiao Xinchen did not rush to speak, but just nodded gently.

In fact, the sword path of the sword master of the Sword Sect was the focus of all the sword practitioners of the Sword Sect from the beginning. After all, he was the number one swordsman in the world. Even if they could not learn anything from his sword path, they were willing to pay more attention to him.

Some things really happened in front of them. At the beginning, the sword master was devoted to practicing swords. Apart from swordsmanship, nothing could distract him. Later, the master of the infatuated temple used the excuse of seeing the sword of the Taoist ancestor to make the sword master leave the sword sect and meet the emperor.

The details of the battle at that time are still unknown, but it can be guessed that the reason why the sect master was able to comprehend the perfect sword was that the Emperor of Daliang gave the sword master some advice in the capital of the gods.

And judging from what the Sword Sect's leader had done in these days, they had actually guessed what was meant by that.

But there is a reason for doing things. The things that the Sword Sect Master did before might be for the sword, but the things that he is doing now, in their opinion, probably have nothing to do with the sword.

Just start from the heart.

"The Sect Master has changed after all."

Jiao Xinchen spoke lightly, but after saying this, the sword immortal was shocked by what he said.

The great cultivators in the world may have different experiences and opportunities, but when they reach the top of the world, there is actually one thing in common.

That is, these great cultivators have always been people with strong minds. Whatever they are, they are what they are. It is difficult for anything to change them in this life.

It's like the original Wuyang Zhenren, who has reached that realm, but still can't let go of Chixinguan, and has to return no matter what.

Such a great cultivator, if something that he has persisted for a long time changes, it often means that his Tao heart collapses, but the current Sword Sect Master is more like waking up from a dream.

Meng Sangshan said, "Before Junior Brother Chen went to the North, I asked him why he couldn't just practice well, but had to go to such a dangerous place."

"How did Junior Brother Chen answer?"

Jiao Xinchen was also a little curious.

Meng Sangshan was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Junior Brother Chen said that he had been sitting in the Sword Sect for eighty years and had achieved a sword fairyland, but it was not as satisfying as when he learned the first sword eighty years ago and cut off a weed with one sword."

"So Junior Brother Chen said he wanted to go to the north to see if he could find satisfaction there."

Jiao Xinchen said, "According to the current situation in the North, I'm afraid Junior Brother Chen will die there soon."

Meng Sangshan nodded, but shook his head and said, "If Junior Brother Chen can find his own satisfaction in the end, I'm afraid that death will not be anything for him to fear or regret."

Jiao Xinchen was silent for a long time.

Meng Sangshan suddenly frowned and said, "Old Jiao, you still have a disciple!"

As a good friend, how could he not know Jiao Xinchen's thoughts?

"I have always wondered why Xiao Yu could have gotten to that point despite practicing swordplay so carelessly. I have made many guesses, but I am not going to guess anymore. The ancestors have already said that there are thousands of ways to practice swordplay and thousands of styles. Just follow your own path. Now I just want to go to the north to take a look. I am just curious about how those warriors survived so many deaths year after year. As for Meng Xi, you are his elder, so please take care of him for me."

Jiao Xinchen made a decision quickly and did not give Meng Sangshan a chance to persuade him.

"I will go to say goodbye to the leader right away."

Meng Sangshan stood up and stopped Jiao Xinchen, "Old Jiao, there is nothing I cannot live without in my life, but I really cannot live without you as a friend. Since you have decided to go, I will go too, not for others, but for you, Jiao Xinchen!"

Jiao Xinchen did not say much, just nodded and said, "Okay."

Meng Sangshan suddenly patted Jiao Xinchen and said with a smile, "Old Jiao, you found a reason that you can't convince yourself to lie to others, is it interesting?"

Jiao Xinchen did not refute, just said, "I really want to go and see."

But I don't just want to go and see.

"Last month, I actually wrote 180,000 words, 6,000 a day, 3,000 a chapter for two chapters, and 6,000 a chapter for one chapter. This month, I wrote 200,000 words, but today's chapter is a bit short, which is considered a one-day holiday every month."