The enemy of comprehension is the sword

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What is the situation now?Nan Sixian, who was forcibly pulled away by Lu Yao, was simply full of question marks.

She worshiped a teacher, and the seemingly mighty master didn't say a word, and she didn't do any etiquette such as offering tea, so she was supposed to be a senior sister?The girl pulled and ran.

That cold old man didn't even say that he formally accepted her as a disciple. Does this count as a beginner?

#System Tips# Congratulations to the host for completing the main task - worshiping the fairy gate, getting the reward item Ninth Grade Spirit Pill, and returning to the deep.At the same time, start the follow-up task, the relic of the ghost emperor.

I am really convinced, every time it can pinpoint the time to report the progress, this system is really mind-reading.

The next step is to find the ghost emperor's relic?It sounds like a simple errand and excessive task, but what is that, I always feel that it is not a good thing to bring a ghost word!

Nan Sixian silently complained and opened the task panel, but unexpectedly found that this time, except for the task name, other information showed all? ? ? , it seems that it should be induced by other factors.

There is no way, originally she wanted to clear the quest quickly and upgrade by rocket, but now she can only practice honestly step by step, and wait until the quest is opened.

Just when she was thinking about the future on her own, a sudden force came from her left hand and she almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, it turned out that it was Lu Yao who found out that this guy hadn't been listening all this time, and was about to denounce this junior sister with a puffy face.

———No, no, if you leave such an impression on the senior sister when you come up, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

Thinking of the little shoes that may be encountered in the future, Nan Sixian's still dazed brain suddenly started to work, and before the other party could speak, he apologized and said with a smile: "Sorry, senior sister. This is the first time I see such a beautiful scenery. Stupid, I'm so sorry!"

Probably because this is the only junior junior sister who has worshiped Fengming Sword Sect in so many years, and Lu Yao didn't pursue her disrespect.

Nan Sixian was worried that it would be hard for her to offend her senior sister, and she was also worried that she would scare the girl away. She still had to live with that old sword idiot.

So Lu Yao just smiled helplessly, tapped Nan Sixian's forehead lightly and said: "It wasn't important before, forget it. Next, you are not allowed to be distracted, it may be related to your little one." Life is safe!"

Life-threatening?Hearing her sudden words, Nan Sixian was a little dazed, and only then did he notice the peculiarities around him.

Unknowingly, the two of them had walked a long way down the mountain path from the Nine Heavens Summit, and now they were on an unusually huge high platform.

Although it is much lower than the Nine Heavens Peak, it still seems to be shrouded in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland in another world.

Of course, if it is just a big stone platform, it is not special at all. What really makes Nan Sixian feel special is the giant sword that is tens of feet long and points to the sky in front of him.

The body of the sword, which should have been nothing more than a stone carving, was covered with a faint golden awn, and the hilt, which was sunk into the stone platform, seemed to be held tightly by a giant.

Its spirit is simple and unsophisticated, as if old-fashioned, but sharp and dazzling, people can't help but be mistaken.

Standing in the distance and looking into the distance, Nan Sixian covered his eyes with his hands, silently rising from the bottom of his heart with an arrogance to God's will, unrelenting majesty, blurring his vision in a trance.

——It was like looking at Ji Xue who was on the top of the dome, tearing through the obstacles of the heavens and leading her way.

"Remember, this is the most noble and inviolable place of my Fengming Sword Sect, Zhejian Pond."

Lu Yao's voice suddenly became unusually quiet and solemn, revealing a sense of melancholy that penetrated deep into the marrow.

Folding sword, Chi...?Isn't this sword good, and Chi refers to it?

Nan Sixian looked at her elder sister suspiciously, and soon under the guidance of her gaze, she understood the origin of the strange name of this place.

Right in front of the golden giant sword, there is a pool about several feet wide, filled with clear water from unknown origin, and countless broken swords with still spiritual power are sleeping in it.

It is obviously stagnant water with no source or destination, but mysteriously continues to fluctuate regularly.The broken swords exuding desolation, under the washing of this clear stream, drew golden auras to converge on the stone sword.

So it turns out that the origin of the golden light is these broken fairy swords...

"These buried and broken swords represent the predecessors of the Fengming Sword Sect who stepped forward in response to the catastrophe of the world. No matter what their experience is, whether they succeed or not, this folded sword pool will eventually bring their unyielding spirit. The heroic souls point directly to the sky, and promise to be their home."

Lu Yao took a few steps forward, bowed respectfully, then patted the golden sword on his waist, looking up at the ethereal sky.

"At the same time... it is also the place where we will sleep in the future."

When it came to the end, her expression became a little strange, as if... she already knew something.

The dots of silver light in the blue eyes, in the sea of ​​clouds surrounded by fairy spirit, circles of different colors, unique and eye-catching.

Ban Xing was silent.

She finally turned around and said to Nan Sixian with a little apology: "Oh, I was in a daze by accident haha, let's go on, there are still several places to go."

"……Oh."

The mountain road slowly moved deeper, and the time passed during the one-day trip to the Nine Heavens. The two teachers and sisters gradually became acquainted with each other while identifying the way.

The sun has set, and the remaining red clouds are reflected in the whole Cangwu Mountain, showing a different style from the day.

After introducing several forbidden places, they finally arrived at the real residence of the Fengming Sword Sect near night.

After turning into Lishan, since the top of the nine heavens, the atmosphere that was completely generated by nature has completely faded away.

On the majestic mountain wall, except for the four large characters painted with iron and silver hooks of the Fengming Sword School, there are actually exquisite carvings, which can be seen at a glance must be masterpieces of masters of painting.

and……

These lifelike paintings of all things, even Xiaobai Ru Nan Sixian can see that this is definitely not carved by any special device.

That stroke, every stroke, was all done by a sword cultivator with profound cultivation, out of thin air with a sword!

There is no possibility of misreading this at all, as long as you are here, you can naturally understand that the sword intent, the unconcealable sword intent, seems to rush out to fight, and the pierced Nan Sixian's skin is painful.

It's not just one person, nor is it just one kind. The countless sword intents are like a big sale, astonishing.

No wonder Ji Xue would let her come to this Fengming Sword Sect, it really is not comparable to those other so-called Sword Sects!

Nan Sixian was secretly amazed, and unconsciously slowed down, using the sword intent he had just mastered to compare it with the sword paintings.

pity……

——So weak, too weak, there is no comparison value at all.

Even if it was a seemingly weak move, when she put it together with her own immaturity, she instantly saw the gap.Originally, she was complacent about Wu Tong's sword intent, but her cheeks became hot from the blow immediately, and now even Nan Sixian had to feel a little depressed.

At this time, a sword cry pierced the sky, and the faint blue-black sword energy brushed past Lu Yao's side, and gushed out with the snow falling all over the world.

As chic as splashed ink, as beautiful as broken snow, the over-familiar sword, scratched or chipped on the boulder of the Fengming Sword School, painted a scene of exquisite guqin elegance in just a moment.

The arrogant sword indifferently forced back the sword intent of countless predecessors, showing the meaning of fearlessness.

That is... Fuxiqin belonging to Nan Sixian!

Therefore, the person who came was naturally her——

"The future is still unknown. It's too early to win or lose in the way of swordsmanship."

The indifferent instruction emptied the inferiority complex of the girl in red, and even added a few strokes of warm sweetness.

Not far behind Lu Yao and Lu Yao, two equally cold figures came towards Xia Luo. As Nan Sixian had thought, they were Ji Xue and Sword Master Wang Yun.

"Ji Xue! Master!"

"Father, you and your guest are back."

Nan Sixian waved at the two of them with a smirk, and Lu Yao, who had drawn his sword suddenly because of the terrifying sword intent, also exhaled, put the golden sword back into its sheath, and twitched the corner of his mouth to express his dissatisfaction.

You must know that she thought that there was an attack by such a strong man who was at least on the same level as her father, and she almost cried out in fright, how could she show them a good face.

Sword Master Wangyun seemed ruthless and only nodded slightly at Lu Yao, but he turned around and asked Ji Xue in a cold voice: "Swordsman, although your words are polite, there is nothing wrong with waking up my apprentice, but, just like this I sent Zhen Shishang to mess around, isn't it too much?"

——How dare you scare my daughter?So your Nan Sixian is a baby?Can't bear a little grievance?

"Other sword paintings, aren't they messing around?" Ji Xue took a few steps forward with her hands behind her back, raised her chin and pointed her gaze at a pair of green bamboos lying between the words "Fengming", and asked, "For example, this painting?"

When they arrived, they happened to see the scene of Nan Sixian's sword competition. It was this painting, which was the most aggressive among the countless sword intents.

And judging from Sword Master Wangyun's somewhat uncomfortable reaction, I'm afraid everyone knows who it was that left behind.

"Cough cough." The sword master who should be forgetting his feelings cleared his throat for some reason, "Since the rare guest comes, we don't care too much, pay attention next time."

This woman is really too much, and I don't know how she has survived to this day with such an annoying temper.

Sword Master Wang Yun shook his head silently, then put on a solemn expression and pointed to the magnificent hall and said to Nan Sixian: "The way of sword cultivation is full of hardships and difficulties. In the future, your teacher will be your shield. Feng Ming This is your home, come with me."

home?Nan Sixian was startled, and stared at the words "Fengming Sword School" for a long time.

Living alone, no one coming and going, not a home.Intrigue, intrigue, not home.

So what now?

Can a duckweed in another world with no support and no support get its own destination?

Glancing at the still cold white-haired swordsman, she slowly walked up to Sword Master Wangyun step by step, raised her skirt and knelt down on her knees, bowed deeply and heavily.

One, two, three...

The traveler who was once incompatible with the world, this moment is both a farewell and a new life.

"...Disciple, Nan Sixian, a monk of the Fengming Sword Sect, pays homage to Master!"

The determination that belonged to the young girl reverberated in the top of the nine heavens deep in the sea of ​​clouds, causing layers of waves.

Xiaguang shines on the sky.Breeze blows away the past.

After the current day, the heart of Dao has not changed, brimming with a happy smile, the red and charming figure amazed the little green ink in the wind and snow...