I heard that the little uncle was once the love robbery of the ancestor

Yi Ran didn't stay depressed for too long, and went to Cangbing Pavilion to learn swordsmanship from He Jiujiu the next day.

He Shijiu's young disciples were all winners of the big competition, so happy that they wanted to sneak away for a day, but saw him coming again.

He couldn't be lazy when he came here, so he hurried out to practice.

Although Yi Ran was the only loser in this group, these young disciples were innocent and did not look down on him, but comforted him.

"Liuyun Peak is so far away, you must be very tired to come here early in the morning, right?"

Yi Ran shook his head: "No problem."

Liuyun Peak is not only far away from Cangbing Pavilion, but also far from Disciple Peak.

He doesn't know how to control a sword, and he has to ride a flying spirit beast every time to get there at the fastest speed.

Riding a spirit beast does not cost money, but it needs to be fed.

These spirit beasts are very picky and only eat spirit stones.

If it weren't for Qin Yu's wealth, he would definitely not be able to pay.

So he felt even more grateful and respectful towards Qin Yu in his heart.

However, the most important thing right now is to learn how to control the sword.So he practiced in the martial arts field for several days.

Because of his poor talent, he worked extra hard.

The setting sun had already set, and He Shijiu's little disciples had all left without knowing it, leaving only Yi Ran.

He looked at the sunset, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and decided to say goodbye to He Shijiu first.

Although Foundation Establishment disciples no longer need three meals a day, people like them who practice hard every day still need to maintain a certain amount of nutrition.

But Liuyun Huoyue Palace has strict meals, and if you go late, you will have nothing.

As soon as he stepped into He Shijiu's courtyard, he saw a person lying on the grand teacher's chair in the courtyard, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The evening light was a little dim, and it seemed that this person had dark skin, and coupled with his dark Taoist robes, he was depressed and depressing.

There was a long vertical scar on one side of his chin, which was just completely exposed.

He is not angry and arrogant, but has a murderous and gloomy air.

The room was a bit dark, presumably there was no one in it.

Yi Ran was about to leave when He Shijiu's footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Yi Ran, you haven't gone back yet?"

The person on the teacher's chair moved his eyelids.

Yi Ran leaned over and bowed: "Yes, senior brother."

I don't know if I didn't pay attention, or found that he was already awake, He Shijiu said again: "It's just right, let me see if you dance a few times, senior brother Thirteen is here today, let's see how you practice."

The person on the grand master's chair opened his eyelids slightly, and turned his eyes to look at Yi Ran who was standing behind the backlight.

The light was too dim, and he couldn't see clearly, but he still frowned slightly.

He saw He Shijiu sitting beside him and said, "This is our thirteenth senior brother, the number one master of swordsmanship in Liuyun Huoyue Palace!"

Yi Ran was slightly startled.

He has been in the palace for so long, and he has never heard of this matter.

Most of the rumors were about He Nineteen. Not only in Liuyun Palace, but also in the whole world of cultivating immortals knew that He Nineteen's swordsmanship was extremely high, and he was a rare swordsmanship genius.

But what I didn't expect was that there was someone better than him?

He Shijiu continued: "Our thirteenth brother's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle. It's a coincidence that you came today, and you bumped into him to come to our Cangbing Pavilion, haha!"

It turned out that this thirteenth senior brother had been away all year round and had only recently returned.

Fighting and killing is inevitable when training outside, and weapons need to be maintained. Today he came to He Jiujiu to repair weapons.

Yi Ran saluted first, and then began to show the results of the day's training.

He Jiujiu was as usual, very patient.And this thirteenth senior brother didn't show much support, and kept a dark face the whole time.

He was a little apprehensive, and couldn't handle the sword more and more.

So the thirteenth brother's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Yes, there is progress!" He Shijiu said, "You should go back and have a good rest today."

After Yi Ran left, he vaguely heard a dull voice saying displeasedly: "Where did you find this person?"

He Jiujiu smiled and said, "Young Master Uncle, you should look better..."

He couldn't hear behind him, but he was inexplicably ashamed.

It is obvious that the junior uncle attaches great importance to him, but he is so unbelievable!

Today, he must practice for a few more hours, learn to fly with the sword as soon as possible, and form alchemy as soon as possible!

Yiran has the will and firmness to do what he says.

In the next few days, I went earlier and left later.

The thirteenth senior brother has been living in the Cangbing Pavilion, and occasionally runs into them.

Yi Ran could clearly feel from his expression that he didn't like him.

But He Shijiu's little disciples didn't take it seriously: "Don't think about it, Uncle Shisan has always been like this. I heard that he used to have a better temper, but his temper has deteriorated after wandering around these years, and he treats everyone coldly." The face is the same as when you first came!"

"It was like this when I first came here?" Yi Ran was a little surprised.He couldn't help but associate his expression with that of Senior Brother Thirteen.

"Yeah, we didn't dare to talk to you when you first came here."

Yi Ran twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment.

Then he did find out that the thirteenth senior brother was not just showing a cold face to him, so he was relieved.

The thirteenth brother, surnamed Lu, is the youngest disciple in the palace.And because of his excellent talent, he is deeply loved.

In the beginning, the palace allocated a mountain for him to manage, but he didn’t expect a mission to fall there once, and he couldn’t stay in the palace after wandering around for a while, and went out every now and then to catch monsters, so he didn’t have time to manage it. mountain peak.

Later, Gongshang simply sent others to guard it.

But he has a very high status in the palace, and he has a lot of power to speak, even the senior brothers in front of him can't do anything to him at will.

"How, is it another version of the little master uncle?"

And it's an enhanced version of Little Martial Uncle.

The junior uncle has poor talent, but Kill Thirteen has extremely high talent.

The junior master does not step out of the gate, but Lu Shisan spends all year round hunting and catching demons.

"The Thirteenth Martial Uncle will often take people out to practice. I will follow him when I finish forming alchemy!"

"Follow the Thirteenth Master? Whose disciple are you?"

"The Thirteenth Martial Uncle's requirements are very high, you can all meet them!"

Several people made a fuss.

Another day, Yi Ran practiced kung fu until very late as usual, and said goodbye to He Shijiu at the end.

After entering the courtyard, there was still only Lu Shisan lying on the grand master's chair. As soon as he came, he slightly opened his eyes.

The clouds are vast, and the halo is flowing.Lu Shisan's face didn't look so cold anymore.

It's just that in this way, it seems that he is staying on the clouds, and people still dare not touch him.

Yi Ran leaned over and bowed, but Lu Shisan closed his eyes.

He bid farewell to himself and prepared to go back.

After practicing for several days, he has mastered the key points and can fly with the sword, but he can't hold on for too long.

After going out, he wanted to ride the sword to the foot of the mountain first, and then ride a spirit beast back.

However, when he reached the halfway up the mountain, a strong streamer of light brushed past his body rapidly, and he was almost knocked straight!

But this dodge was completely out of balance, and it was easy to fall to the ground and fell.

Although he was unhappy, he looked up and saw that the streamer had disappeared.

So I had to brush off the dust from the corner of my clothes and prepare to go back.

He just picked up the Que Yue Sword on the ground, his eyebrows frowned but he became serious: "Who?"

This place is halfway up the mountain, with shrubs and rocks everywhere. There is no wind at this time, and everything is quiet.

Yi Ran was always looking vigilantly not far in front of him.

Not long after, the bushes moved, and a man in a dark Taoist robe came with his hands behind his back, first a dark boot, then a hand holding a sword, that hand was very rough, and it was dry .

But the sword is very beautiful, neither long nor short, and very heavy.

However, this sword is as bloody as his master, with an irresistible sense of oppression.

Yi Ran was slightly startled, put away the Yueyue Sword and leaned over and said, "Senior Brother Kill."

Lu Shisan did not respond to him, but with his other hand he took out a sword that was slightly shorter than ordinary swords.

The second half of this sword is wider than other swords, but it does not affect the beauty. The whole sword heart is dark green, as if it is inlaid with a whole gem.

The engraving on the hilt is similar to that of the Yueyue Sword, but it is more ancient and simple, probably because it has been rubbed too much, and it has a dull light.

Such a sword is extraordinary at first glance.

But he handed it directly to Yi Ran, without any fluctuations in his tone: "You will use this sword from now on."

Yi Ran's eyes widened. He didn't know what it meant so he didn't dare to pick it up. The hand holding the Que Yue Sword subconsciously tightened: "Brother Kill?"

Lu Shisan noticed his movements, and looked sideways slightly: "The Queyue sword was a gift from the master, you are not using it properly."

"But..." He looked at the Que Yue Sword in his hand, a little at a loss.

When Qin Yu gave him the sword before, a thick layer of rust had already formed on it. He thought it was not important, but he didn't expect it to be a gift from his master.

Pursing his lips, he said neither humble nor overbearing: "Since that's the case, I will return it to my uncle. But the disciple has no reason to accept the gift from my senior."

What's more, this sword is worth a lot of money at first glance.

Kill Thirteen frowned slightly: "It's just something no one wants."

He slapped the sword directly on his chest.Yi Ran had no choice but to pick it up.

"Brother?"

Lu Shisan turned around and said as he walked, "Give back the sword."

It's a foregone conclusion, and it's useless to say more.

Yi Ran could only look at his back and said, "Yes, thank you, brother."