Chapter 9 Entering Jiange, Visiting the Graves First

After accepting disciples and giving pills, Jian Zun and the others seemed to have something to worry about, so they took the first step. →

The sword cultivator left and flew into the sky!

A disciple of the Sword Master named 'Wang Feng' was left behind, responsible for taking Jiang Yue to the First Sword Peak. At the same time, he guides her to adapt to Qinghun's sword cultivating life.

"Twelfth Senior Brother, please wait for me for a moment." Jiang Yue said to the young man wearing an orange sword robe.

The handsome young man, with a sunny face, smiled and nodded at Jiang Yue, his eyes full of admiration.

Not as expected!

Jiang Yue walked a few steps, wrapped in frost, and came to Yun Xiao.

"Do you regret it?" Jiang Yue raised her chin slightly and looked at him indifferently.

"I'm sorry! I didn't expect your sword spirit to be so terrifying. It's like a heifer learning to wield a sword - you're so awesome." Yun Xiao gave her a thumbs up.

"Vulgar..." Jiang Yue glared at him and gritted his teeth: "Although you are extremely afraid of me, but you insulted me, I said... I will repay you ten times."

"How to pay it back?" Yun Xiao sneered in his heart.

"You should find a way to participate in the 'Seven Swords Quest'. I, Jiang Yue, am an upright person. I don't want to take advantage of the situation to bully you and follow the truth." She said proudly.

"If you win the title of Seven Swords, will that be your day of success again?" Yun Xiao joked.

The word 'again' made Jiang Yue's eyebrows wrinkle deeply.

"The sparrow is humble and does not recognize the swan!"

Without this sentence, she was too lazy to say more.

To her now, this boy in white is just a small stain on the road to immortality.

Just wipe it off when it takes off.

When she was talking to Yun Xiao, the Sword Master disciple named 'Wang Feng' also whispered to Yao Qingqian.

"Sister Yao, what's their relationship?" Wang Feng crossed his arms and squinted at Yun Xiao.

"That young man snatched the first place on Jiang Yue's road to heaven and even injured her." Yao Qingqian sneered.

"Oh?" Wang Feng's eyes surged with sword intent, "What a cruel attack!"

"There are so many clowns like this in the mortal world who don't know the heights of the world." Yao Qingqian said with disdain.

"That's right." Wang Feng's eyes lit up and he said: "By the way! I recently practiced the 'skinning technique'. I can accurately control the sword spirit and peel off a whole human skin, just like peeling a frog." ...I'm worried that I can't find the 'frog'."

"If the skin is peeled off, will the person die?" Yao Qingqian became very interested.

"Of course not, he's still jumping around and screaming!" Wang Feng said happily.

"Oh?" Yao Qingqian smiled sweetly, "It's a pity that this kid is so smart... If you dare to go to Qinghun without asking first, what is the Immortal Road?"

"One immortal will become an immortal, but all bones will wither! Those who are incompetent will say the wrong thing, and their bodies and souls will be destroyed." Wang Feng laughed ferociously.

He understands these rules very well.

However, those newbies often don’t understand.

Are you conceited as soon as you come in?

If you lose your footing, you will die without a complete body.

"Sister Yao, let me know when he has chosen the sword peak in a moment and I will knock on the door in the middle of the night to catch frogs." Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.

"Be quiet." Yao Qingqian said angrily.

"Of course...this is a meeting gift from me to my junior sister." Wang Feng said.

Hearing this, Yao Qingqian's smile faded. Seeing that Jiang Yue had come over, she quickly whispered: "Let me remind you, Jiang Yue was brought back by King Ye Jian."

"Him?" Wang Feng's face changed, and there was a third of fear in his eyes, and he murmured: "Doesn't he have a Taoist companion? He can still take them all."

"As long as you know what's going on, that's fine." Yao Qingqian said.

"Okay!" Wang Feng was extremely depressed, his eyes even colder.

but.

After reuniting with Jiang Yue, he immediately transformed back into a sunny boy and left with Jiang Yue.

Like a couple of immortals, wielding swords in the clouds.

Of course Jiang Yue didn't know how to wield a sword, so Wang Feng held her waist, stepped on the swords of his twelfth senior brother, and flew away!

Indeed, it’s awesome.

As soon as Wang Feng left, the new Qinghun disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of Sword Master disciple gave them a lot of pressure on newcomers.

"This Yun Xiao should have given up his life for five hundred years of demon bones."

Although Yun Xiao is still alive, everyone on the sword-carrying stage knows——

Burying his bones in the wilderness one night was his inevitable end. →

Because of this, no one dared to approach him.

Yun Xiao didn't care.

Herds of cattle and sheep.

The beast walks alone!

He is destined to be a loner in this life.

"Nine of you, each choose a sword peak."

Yao Qingqian put her hands on her hips and pointed at a young man in the crowd, "Lin Yan, you can come to the First Sword Peak. Others are not allowed to choose."

The young man she chose was the third in the road to ascend to heaven, and had a high-grade Shaking Light Sword Spirit.

From her proud words, you can tell that the First Sword Peak is the place that the disciples want to go to, and they have the right to make the initiative.

The other sword peaks should be similar.

After Yao Qingqian finished speaking, the remaining new disciples quickly chose their future camps.

They should have done research earlier.

Even, they have relatives and friends in these sword peaks.

In the end, only Yun Xiao was left.

When Yun Xiao looked at the seven elders, they coughed and looked up at the sky.

"Yun Xiao, I want to discuss something with you."

Elder Yu stepped forward, took his arm, and walked to the edge of the sword-bearing platform.

"Elder Yu, please speak."

Yun Xiao had a good impression of this Seventh Sword Peak elder.

"What do you think of me, Old Yu?" Elder Yu asked him seriously.

"Elder Yu is fair and just." Yun Xiao said.

"When you first came here, Yao Qingqian targeted you, and I spoke for you, right?" This is what Elder Yu seemed to want to hear.

Yun Xiao was startled for a moment and nodded slowly.

"For this reason, do me, Old Yu, a favor." Elder Yu said.

"Please tell me."

"Don't choose my Seventh Sword Peak." Elder Yu gritted his teeth.

He wanted to explain a few more words, but he didn't expect Yun Xiao to be very straightforward and replied with the word "ok".

Elder Yu gave him a complicated look and said: "Young man, I'm sorry! Old Yu still appreciates you. Even if Jiang Yue is a middle-grade Kaiyang level, I can still hold you. It's a pity..."

It's a pity that she exceeded the Kaiyang level, shattered the sword bearing stone, and shattered the history of Qinghun!

Yun Xiao smiled and said: "Elder Yu, don't worry, it's human nature."

"Well! I can't bring disaster to the Seventh Sword Peak, can you understand me?" Elder Yu sighed.

"I understand." Yun Xiao nodded.

"Thank you." Elder Yu handed over his hand.

"No need."

disaster?

This is so important that it is useless to say more.

Elder Yu, don’t worry and look back!

As a result, what he saw was that except for him and Yao Qingqian, the other five Jianfeng elders ran away after seeing this.

They were afraid that Yun Xiao would choose them.

"Depend on?"

Elder Yu was confused.

Yun Xiao couldn't help but laugh.

"A Taoist who competes with God for his life is more selfish and more realistic."

"I once had fantasies about Qinghun. I thought that ascetics were all saints who could conquer the world and eliminate demons thousands of miles away. I thought that Ye Guying was the cancer among them. I didn't expect that he would be just mediocre here!"

Even so, Yun Xiao still wants to enter Qinghun!

After all, he didn't come here to help justice.

He is here to kill people and hone his killing skills!

"The problem is, the Seventh Sword Peak is not allowed to be chosen, and all the other Sword Peaks have gone away, who should I choose?"

Yun Xiao's eyes couldn't help but fall on the centermost and heaviest one among the eight stone chairs.

Jiange!

Today, no one came to Jiange.

"The Qinghun Sword Sect has one sword pavilion and seven sword peaks. The 'Sword Pavilion' should be the strongest lineage, right?"

Yun Xiao was a little impressed.

When he was the king of Mortal Kingdom, he liked to inquire about the Qinghun Sword Sect, but unfortunately he didn't have the sword spirit.

So he asked: "Elder Yu, why is there no one on the stone chair in the Jiange Pavilion?"

"Jiange?" When Elder Yu saw him mentioning Jiange, he felt a little strange and said, "There are not many living people in Jiange.

"No one alive? Dead?" Yun Xiao was confused.

"Do you want to choose Jiange?" Elder Yu asked urgently.

Now that the other elders have run away, Yun Xiao has not chosen yet, and he is afraid of changes.

"I choose Jiange." Yun Xiao said.

As soon as these words came out, Elder Yu relaxed a lot.

When Yao Qingqian heard this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

They didn't say it clearly, but... they all wanted Yun Xiao to choose Jiange!

"I heard that Jiange is the first line of Qinghun." Yun Xiao looked at the thick bluestone chair, with mottled sword marks on it, as if there was a sharp sword intent.

"Three years ago, something happened in Jiange that shocked thousands of countries. Don't you know?" Elder Yu asked.

Yun Xiao shook his head.

"When you get to Jiange, ask around slowly." Elder Yu pursed his lips and said.

"OK."

Elder Yu patted him on the shoulder, hesitated to speak, looked at him one last time, and said: "Become a disciple of Jiange, enter the mountain... pay homage to the grave first!"

"Worship the grave?" Yun Xiao was stunned.

"Well, they're all dead." A trace of sadness flashed in Elder Yu's eyes.

"All dead?"

"right."

Yun Xiao became curious instead.

Where is he going?

Why is Elder Yu so secretive?

"Is it okay for you to ask someone to find the way to Jiange yourself?" Elder Yu asked.

Yun Xiao knew that in today's situation, he had already done his best to speak so many words to him.

"without."

He could see that Elder Yu was very anxious and probably wanted to go to Yao Qingqian to apologize.

"Finally, I would like to ask, what is the 'Seven Swords Aiming for the Crown'?" Yun Xiao asked.

"To put it bluntly, it's about sword cultivators fighting for resources and striving for the Green Soul. The First Sword Master gave Jiang Yue Shenhai Dan to make her rise astonishingly in the Seven Swords Summit and establish the supreme status of the First Sword Peak!"

"With this Shenhai Dan, who can compete with a beautiful girl like her?"

Elder Yu glanced at him one last time.

"Young man, recognize the reality. If you can defeat her once in your life, you will be lucky."

"Ha ha……"

Yun Xiao suddenly smiled.

"Elder Yu, say goodbye!"

After he cupped his hands and said that, he turned around and jumped off the sword-bearing platform, heading towards the Qinghun Mountains and away from the dust.

Once you enter the forest, you never look back!

Yao Qingqian rolled her eyes.

"When he goes to Jiange, he will be in an abyss."

Half a day!

Yun Xiao climbed over the majestic and continuous Qinghun Mountains, asking people all the way, and finally came to Jian Pavilion.

Jiange is the main peak of Qinghun!

It is also the most special lineage among the Qinghuns.

The mountain in front of me is like a giant sword rising from the blue clouds, rising into the sky and piercing into the sky.

The trees on it are all green pines, as straight as swords and upright.

"As expected of the main peak, it is indeed courageous."

Yunxiao went into the forest and climbed up the mountain.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and vast spiritual energy poured into his chest and abdomen.

Dragon spring surges in the Dantian and feels refreshed!

"You have to be in the blessed land of Cave Heaven, with the majestic spiritual sea, and practice... to get twice the result with half the effort."

This is much better than the mortal world.

Around dusk, Yun Xiao climbed the main peak and looked ahead at the misty clouds.

There were elegant pavilions in the mountains, which seemed to float above the clouds, very similar to the heavenly palaces described by mortals.

That was the Sword Pavilion!

"We're almost there."

Yun Xiao climbed up along a bluestone staircase.

The breeze blew, the clouds played, and the grass and trees in the forest were fresh.

There were also crisp bird calls, and the mist was diffused in the twilight, wetting his long hair and white clothes...

Yun Xiao felt very comfortable!

This quiet, long, and ethereal environment was exactly the immortal road in his dreams when he was young.

"But this road is much bloodier and more hideous than I imagined."

"I, Yun Xiao, am alone, free of worries, and indifferent to life and death. If you don't obey, kill one and earn one! Why be afraid?"

After death, he did not covet the human world.

"From now on, I only want to be successful and happy!"

Jiang Yue, Siji Chengjian Stone, Shenhai Pill... All of these are just a piece of paper in his eyes.

One poke and it will break.

The white clothes are like a shadow, brushing across the green mountains.

"What is that?"

Yun Xiao's eyebrows were condensed.

Seven graves appeared in the wasteland in front of him.

Grave soil, tombstones, offerings...lined up in front of him.

A sword box was inserted on each mound of soil.

The sword box seemed to imprison demons and evil spirits.

One after another, ferocious demon faces emerged, grinning at Yun Xiao.

Look down again.

The words on the tombstone attracted his eyes.

A bleak, solemn, sad and magnificent atmosphere was transmitted from these words to Yun Xiao's heart.

On each tombstone, the extreme grief was written in blood!

From left to right.

The tomb of Qin Qingcheng, the beloved disciple.

The tomb of Li Qingwei, the beloved disciple.

Tomb of beloved disciple Du Qinghai.

…

Tomb of beloved disciple Cai Qingyun!

There are seven in total.

Seven "beloved disciples" of the Qing generation.

Seventy-seven forty-nine bloody words deeply imprinted on the tombstone!

Every stroke of this can show the writer's grief, heartbreak, and burning anger.

Yun Xiao seemed to see a white-haired man sending off seven black-haired people from these bloody words.

"Enter the Sword Pavilion and worship the graves first."

Remembering what Elder Yu said, Yun Xiao went up and worshipped one by one.

He saw that the wine glasses in front of the seven graves were still full.

There should be people worshipping from time to time!

"Who are you?"

A lazy voice came from behind.

Yun Xiao turned around.

In front of him was a man in a yellow sword robe.

His hair was like a chicken coop, his beard was curly, his eyes were turbid, and he was very sloppy.

At this time, he was holding a big fragrant chicken leg, gnawing on it while looking at Yun Xiao, the oil from the chicken leg dripped onto his beard.

Gurgle.

In Yun Xiao's arms, the little black beast was ready to move.

"I am a new disciple of Jian Pavilion, my last name is Yun and my name is Xiao." Yun Xiao bowed his hands.

"New disciple?"

The man ate two big chicken legs fiercely and said excitedly: "It's unprecedented, it's been three years! Jian Pavilion finally has a new disciple, so happy!"

He smiled and came to Yun Xiao's side, and put his greasy hand on Yun Xiao's shoulder, and said with emotion: "So handsome! I declare that from today on, the 'Gate Grass' of Jian Pavilion is you!"

Yun Xiao looked at the butter on his shoulder...

He smiled.

It turns out that there are still 'interesting' people in this Qinghun Sword Sect.

"I don't know what this uncle is called?" Yun Xiao bowed and asked.

"How old are you?" The man lifted his bangs and stared at Yun Xiao and asked.

"Sixteen." Yun Xiao said.

"Damn! I'm only one year older than you, and you call me Uncle Jimao!" the man yelled.

"...Yes, Uncle Jimao!" Yun Xiao said respectfully.

"No!" The man raised his chicken leg and gritted his teeth, "I mean, you should call me Senior Brother!"

Yun Xiao suddenly realized and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I misunderstood. I have seen Senior Brother Jimao..."

Puff!

The man immediately spit out his food and pointed at himself and roared: "My last name is not Jimao! Jimao is an interjection, do you understand?"

Yun Xiao was stunned.

"Oh, then what is your last name, Senior Brother?" he asked with a smile.

The man was satisfied, patted his chest and said: "My last name is Cai, and my name is Maomao."

Yun Xiao: "..."

Isn't this almost the same as Jimao!

"Yun Xiao, Senior Brother Cai will protect you in the future." Cai Maomao hooked his shoulder and said with a melancholy face: "Senior Brother is too lonely, it's been three years! I haven't seen a new face!"

"Okay." Yun Xiao nodded.

"It's getting late, and Senior Sister Zhao doesn't see anyone alive at night..." Cai Maomao thought for a moment and continued, "Well, you squeeze in with me tonight, and I'll take you to find her tomorrow, get a disciple token, and enter the Sword Pavilion Sword Book. For the rest of your life, you will be a member of the Qinghun Sword Pavilion."

"Senior Sister Zhao?"

"Yes." Cai Maomao looked around cautiously, and then whispered in Yun Xiao's ear: "You are a newcomer, and I am an experienced person. While I am still warm, I will tell you the first survival rule of the Sword Pavilion."

"Survival rule? What is it?" Yun Xiao was confused.

"Don't mess with Senior Sister Zhao!"

"... Remember it."

Yun Xiao saw that he was so respectful, and thought to himself that it was probably another cold and arrogant cultivator like Ye Guying.

This kind of person is not interesting.

"Come on, Senior Brother is happy today, I will cook some dishes to welcome you! Senior Brother's roast chicken is delicious."

"Please add the word 'make'. Senior brother cooked the roast chicken." Yun Xiao said with shame.

"Haha, Junior Brother Yun, you are so perverted." Cai Maomao laughed, "But I like it."

Yun Xiao: "..."

As night falls, everything is silent.

Yun Xiao felt the first trace of warmth in Qinghun.

…

"Ye Guao?"

Yao Qingqian opened the gauze and screamed when he saw a pool of blood in front of him.

If it were just an ordinary head, she wouldn't be so frightened.

The deceased was Ye Guao!

King Ye Jian's biological brother died on the road to heaven.

Who will take responsibility?

Her heart was pounding.

"Who killed him?" Yao Qingqian said coldly.

"I don't know!" said someone else.

"I don't know? Listen!"

Yao Qingqian shouted with a ferocious face: "The road is closed! No one participating in the road to heaven this time is allowed to leave! Except for those who have become Qinghun disciples, everyone else will be taken to the 'Forbidden Sword Prison' first!"

Many sword cultivators from the First Sword Peak around them immediately took action.

"Find me some ice cubes." Yao Qingqian said.

"What do you want ice cubes for?" Others were stunned.

"Of course I will freeze Ye Guyao. When King Ye Jian comes back from Wanjianhai, he will be alive to see people and dead to see his corpse..."

Yao Qingqian was melancholy again.

Although Jiang Yue has taken off, Ye Guying's brother is dead!

She didn't even know how angry Ye Guying would be when she came back.

"No matter who it is, I must find him out first, otherwise King Ye Jian will really not forgive me."

…

The first sword peak.

The night is getting darker.

The green soul during the day is like a fairyland.

The green soul under the night, ghosts are rampant.

In an exquisite palace.

Sword Master disciple ‘Wang Feng’ relaxed his muscles and bones and turned back to face the nine First Sword Master disciples.

"It's a dark and windy night, murderous night, let's go and let Xiao Yue'er vent out her anger!" His tone was cold.

"Did Elder Yao give you a letter?"

"Which Jianfeng dares to recruit that unfortunate guy?"

Everyone asked with a smile.

"Sword Pavilion."

Wang Feng touched his nose and smiled.

"Ha ha……"

Everyone else couldn't help laughing when they heard about this place.

"I heard that he took away all the 500-year-old demon bones of King Ye Jian..."

This is his real purpose.

Wang Feng's eyes were filled with deep greed.

…

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