Villain: Before dying, he forcibly kissed the master

The limp An Ke could only lie down and rest alone in the Heavenly Palace, while Su Jie withdrew from the fairy world on his own.

At this moment in Jian Zong, the night sky is deep, dotted with stars, bright and bright, and the bright moonlight pours down.

It was already midnight.

Su Jue went to the Sutra Pavilion alone. It seemed to be late at night, but along the way, when he passed many courtyards and practice rooms, he could feel the aura of practice one after another.

Disciples of the Sword Sect are surpassing themselves and trying to catch up with others. These are monks and sword cultivators who would rather break than bend and face difficulties.

The quiet night does not belong to the monks who have dreams, but only to the ordinary people who return to the ordinary and let nature take its course.

Ten minutes on stage, ten years of hard work off stage, the dazzling bright side is countless sleepless days and nights that are unknown to others.

When Su Jue arrived at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Su Jue paused. If nothing unexpected happened in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he should not have been here for four or five years.

In the past, he had to deal with the master. After all, at that time, he did not think that he was from this world, so he was not interested in the Sutra Pavilion.

Later, something completely different from what he expected happened, and Su Jie had no extra time to come to the Sutra Pavilion.

In addition, with the largest plug-in system in his body, he also ignored the help he could get from the outside.

Suddenly, Su Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his sight, he locked onto an old man who was sitting slumped in front of the Scripture Depository Pavilion.

The old man's eyes were cloudy, his skin had deep wrinkles, his clothes were ragged, and he was as skinny as a stick. He looked like an old man who had stayed behind and was dying.

And in the old man's arms, he held a sword. Su Jue couldn't see anything unexpected about this sword. It was a rusty iron sword. No one would take a look at it when it was placed on the ground.

But this old man was holding it tightly in his arms like a rare treasure, for fear that he would be taken away by others.

Su Jue had met this old man before, and in his memory, he would meet him every time he came to the Sutra Pavilion.

When I saw him at that time, I would pay more attention to the old man, but after visiting him a few more times, I stopped paying attention to him.

After so many years, I didn't expect that this frail old man would still be sitting in front of the Sutra Pavilion with the same attitude.

You must not underestimate this old man. After Su Jue carefully sensed it, he could not sense the scope of his strength. In other words, there was no boundary, just like a stone sinking into the sea.

"This person's strength is absolutely extraordinary!"

Su Jue remained calm, his bright eyes twinkling slightly.

This was the first time that he used his senses to detect the old man. Even though he was not afraid of his current strength, even at the peak of his calamity, he still couldn't detect his roots.

It's not that Su Jie has never asked Bai Ruxue, Bai Ruxue's answer is that the duty of the caretakers left from the previous generation is to guard the Jianzong Scripture Pavilion.

It wasn't that Bai Ruxue treated him poorly, but that he had nothing else to ask for. His biggest request was to be stationed in the Sutra Pavilion to help the Sword Sect protect him.

Bai Ruxue had no choice but to compromise and promised that she could be given the status of an elder as long as she was willing.

Su Jue took a step forward and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Senior, I need to go in."

The previous few times, the master had brought him here, so he didn't need to ask for instructions, and he entered directly every time.

But this time, Su Jue came alone, and it was necessary to ask this respectable senior for instructions to avoid any unpleasantness.

Su Jie stood there, waiting for the old man to respond, but after he finished speaking for a long time, there was still no reply.

He knew that such people had eccentric personalities, so he waited for a quarter of an hour.

But a quarter of an hour passed, and he still ignored himself.

The old man stared intently at the rusty iron sword in his arms, turning a deaf ear to it, as if he was staying aloof from the incident.

"Senior, since you are silent, I will take it as your acquiescence."

After Su Jue hesitated for a moment, he said this and walked in with big steps.

The old man did not stop Su Jue, but still stared at the rusty iron sword in his arms.

Su Jue walked to the door of the Sutra Pavilion, pushed it with both hands, and the door creaked open. There was nothingness and chaos inside. Even if he stood outside the door, he couldn't see anything inside.

This is a magic circle set up by the ancestor of the Sword Sect. Only those with the core token of the Sword Sect can enter.

There are three tokens in total, one for the inheritor, one for the sect leader, and one for the great elder.

The core token of such a great elder was taken away by Bai Ruxue and given to Lin Qingchen, while Su Jue himself carried a token.

Su Jue's mind moved, and he took out the token. It was made of purple gold and engraved with the words "Jian Zong". Even if the sky was full of darkness and the light was dim, it still exuded the luster of purple gold.

Since the token had not been used for four or five years, it had been kept in his Nai Ring, and it was faintly covered with dust.

Holding the token, Su Jue stepped into it.

What Su Jue didn't notice was that when Su Jue stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, the old man who had not changed for thousands of years and had been staring at the rusty iron sword in his arms actually looked away.

Those extremely turbid eyes, looking at the place where Su Jue disappeared, regained their clarity, and there was a flash of sword intent that was so terrifying that it could instantly kill anyone to overcome the tribulation!

"Year after year, what year is it today? Is it him?"

The old man actually spoke, and his voice was full of depth and hoarseness. It was small but not difficult to hear, as if it spanned eternity.

Then, it disappeared in an instant, so fast that no afterimage could be captured at all, as if it disappeared out of thin air!

But Su Jue didn't know all of this.

After entering, a brand new world comes into view.

This is a small world with a small size and imperfect rules. There is only a flat grassland and a sky that will never be dark. It was created by the ancestor of the Sword Sect.

On the grass, a towering iron tower sunk into the clouds. Layers of clouds and mist filled the surroundings, looming like a fairyland.

The iron tower is also purple-gold, like a long sword, penetrating the sky and tearing the sky apart!

When Su Jue walked into the purple-gold iron tower, countless sword techniques and secret techniques were suspended in the sky.

There are so many things to see, people are dazzled, and for a while they don’t even know where to start.

This is where the fortune wisdom passed down by the Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years is gathered, and all the crystallizations are preserved here. This is why, in the huge Sword Sect, only three people can come and go at will.

Su Jue has no interest in these sword arts yet. Strength is the last word. Only after reaching a certain realm can you use sword arts that match the realm.

Otherwise, if you blindly pursue those powerful sword techniques, you will easily become too ambitious and go crazy, disrupting your current Taoist mind.

The iron tower is extremely wide and has an extremely wide field of vision. Even Su Jue was shocked at the first moment. No matter how many times he came here, he would be shocked by the scene in front of him.