One Sword Nine Ya

There is a sword pavilion in the north of Zhongzhou, and a sword tower in the South China Sea. The sword pavilion guards the Tianhe River, and the sword tower town returns to the ruins.

There is an anecdote that the north and south swords were originally of the same line, but they were divided into north and south only when they broke with the magic way and separated the immortal energy and demon energy, and became the two worlds of immortal and demon.

There are traces of this kind of statement, because the sword moves practiced by the disciples of the two sects are all smooth and changeable, and there is almost no difference between them.The difference will not be revealed until later—Northern Sword realizes the killing in the bustling, and gradually returns to simplicity and simplicity. There are thousands of illusions in the sword, what is needed is the universe in the sword.

But no matter what, there are few exchanges between the North and the South swords nowadays. When the immortal way was at its peak, the North-South Sword Discussion, which was held every five years and attracted swordsmen from all over the world, has not been held for more than ten years.

But now Lord Ye Jian is going all the way south, even if he may not represent the entire Jiange, but Lord Yanlong and Langranhou are accompanying him, and he has gained enough momentum, and there are rumors that this time is the meeting of Lord Lanshan—in short, it has been like a pool of stagnant water in recent years Shocking waves were set off on the fairy road.

The Sword Tower of the South China Sea is located among the fairy islands on the sea, and there are other fairy mountains and fairy islands scattered like pearls around it, guarding other sects of immortality, big or small.

Compared with the coldness of the Jiange in the Snow Country of the North, this place can really be called the ethereal style of the fairy house.

Ye Jiuya had sent the news to Jiantai as early as when he set off, so the sea boat that came to meet Jiantai was already waiting on the shore.

The big boat of Qingque Axis consists of two small wing guards, and the disciples on the boat are dressed in sky blue robes, with lotus patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.

The leader was quite gentle and peaceful, first bowed to Ye Jiuya, and reported that his family was the first disciple of Lord Lanshan, and his surname was Qin and his name was Wanzhao.

Then to Lu Hongyan and Xie Lang: "Mr. Dragon, wait for Lang Ran, I have long admired you."

Finally, it was Chen Weichen: "... who is this?"

Chen Weichen: "Master Ye Jian is the first apprentice."

Seeing that he was not wearing the white coat with the logo of Jiange, the young disciple looked suspiciously at his waist, but found no saber.

However, according to "Ye Jianzhu's first apprentice", the two are of equal status, so there is no need to salute.

A group of people were led to the boat for placement.

When that person walked away, Chen Weichen asked Ye Jiuya in a low voice: "Master Ye Jian, speaking of it, have you ever taken in disciples?"

Ye Jiuya: "No."

"It's bitterly cold on the mountain, why don't you accept an apprentice to relieve your boredom?"

"Practice the sword."

"Understood," he said softly, "but the current situation is busy and there is no time to practice swords, you don't mind if I pretend to be an apprentice to talk with you?"

Ye Jiuya looked at him with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.

Chen Weichen wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and took a breath, and raised his hand to wipe away the blood oozing from his lips.

That romantic and handsome eyebrows suddenly showed a frightening fragility.

Ye Jiuya pressed his fingers on the side of his neck to suppress the surging and retrograde energy, and the situation improved slightly.

"Luck karma, don't touch it again."

Chen Weichen lowered his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

"Seven emotions and six desires, don't act rashly."

"This is really difficult," Mr. Chen felt wronged, "I was born in the world of mortals, and after living for nearly 20 years, I still get sick from time to time, let alone now."

"Why don't you forget?"

"How can you just forget it," Chen Weichen said to him, "Besides, if it is true as you said, if you follow the example of that emperor, who is too forgetful, sad and happy, and the past and the past follow the wind, wouldn't it be a waste of time in the world? ?”

He shrugged his shoulders: "It's rare to have a peaceful talk with Ye Jianzhu. It's better not to mention these troublesome things. In Jinxiu City, even the monks can't talk to me. It shows that I plan to die without repentance."

At this moment, a round of setting sun sinks into the water surface, and the orange-yellow-orange-red spread on the horizon gradually spreads out and is covered with gray-blue.

The sea ship slowly anchored, the snow-white sails lifted, and sailed to the fairy mountains in the sea.

A few small stars hung on the horizon, and a cool breeze blew in from the east.

Chen Weichen raised his eyes to see that person's still cold profile, and was very angry for a moment - it turned out that they had nothing to talk about except for that little trouble.

But he just fell ill and vomited blood, and he didn't have the energy to make fun of the frivolous beauty, so he could only look up at the moon.

Xie Lang watched quietly through the window, muttering: "He must be a famous person, he can use swords, and he has a relationship with Master Ye Jian. It seems that the relationship is quite deep... Who is it?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Hongyan came over from behind: "Look at what they are doing?"

"Mr. Dragon Dragon," Xie Lang said in a rather distressed voice, "You said in the carriage that Ye Jianzhu and Master Ye are half brothers and sisters, so do you know if he has any friends? No, no, maybe not friends, anyway. involve……"

Lu Hongyan's voice was a little weird for a while: "Why do you ask this? What kind of involvement?"

"Here," Xie Lang pointed out the window, "I can watch the moon for half the night without saying a word."

"No," Lu Hongyan answered bluntly, "I have died."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xie Lang's eyes lit up: "He is going to die!"

Lu Hongyan glanced at him: "Why do you ask this?"

Hearing the news from the corner, he was naturally embarrassed to reveal it, so Xie Lang had no choice but to test it out: "Mr. Long, don't you think Mr. Chen is unfathomable?"

"He?" Lu Hongyan disapproved, "Pretend to be crazy and stupid, how can there be a bit of a cultivator's heart?"

After all, Xie Lang was a little afraid of this immortal who wields an epee and has a very bad temper. Even though his heart was itchy, he didn't stalk him anymore, thinking that one day that young master would show his tail.

After late at night, the coolness gradually began to rise, and the young servant was aggressive and dragged the young master to sleep: "Young master, young master, take care of yourself, you are unlucky, you will fall ill if you blow the cold wind!"

Chen Weichen felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy: "Crow's mouth, since I met Lord Ye Jian, I haven't had any bad luck for a long time."

As soon as the words fell, there was a big wave on the calm sea, and the ship was bumped violently.

Wen Hui almost stumbled: "My lord, you still say—"

The disciple of Lord Lanshan named Qin Wanzhao rushed to the deck: "Master Ye Jian, I'm really sorry, the return to the ruins has been turbulent recently, especially at night, even if Master and the elders of the sword platform are guarding, it will affect the sea... ..."

Chen Weichen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not me."

Although he was clarified, Mr. Chen still did not escape the fate of being dragged back to his cabin to sleep—before he left, he did not forget to show obedience in front of outsiders, and said to Ye Jiuya: "Master, it's late at night, you should rest earlier!"

Ye Jiuya was expressionless.

Qin Wanzhao smiled: "Master Ye Jian and his lover must be very harmonious."

It was a turbulent night, but I could sleep peacefully after getting used to it.

In the early morning of the next day, the sea boat arrived at Xianshan Mountain, and saw the snow-white rocky beach surrounded by lush trees, with five-colored clouds faintly in the distance, and the pavilions and pavilions hung with light gauze and fog curtains blowing in the wind.

After getting off the boat, there is a lapis lazuli inscription in front of you, with the word "stop cloud" written on it, showing arrogance in the elegance.

After passing the stone steps, there is a wide stone platform for young disciples to practice swords. Tian Qingyi's disciples each hold a slender silver-white sword. They are not proficient in moves, but they are already decent.

Going forward, pass a heavenly gate of floating white stone, and write "jasper sky", guarding the exquisite treasure hall of the immortal family.

There is a person standing under the Tianmen, and a beautiful and beautiful disciple is standing beside him.

There is a calm air between the brows of this man Xuanlang, and he is also wearing Tian Qingyi.

"Master Ye Jian, I have sent out the invitation letter for more than a year, but you are late." The man laughed.

——It is Mr. Lanshan who leads the sword platform.