[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

Going, just met the deep eyes that the man stared at.Shen Bailing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled faintly.

A few days have passed since the change of Bingyan Cave. The spirit witches who escaped from the valley gradually returned to their homes under the summoning of Han Xiuning and the wizard guards. The scars caused by the catastrophe are still there, but time will eventually repair everything. everything.

Wu Xian put away the broken Fenji and said that he would bring it back to Youdu.Going back with him is also Han Xiuning's mother and son. Han Xiuning's soul injury can only be healed by going to Youdu, and Yunxi, as the next great witch of Wumeng Linggu, according to Xiuning, "It should also be experienced."

A group of monks from the Central Plains who came to help the Lingwu clan also left the southern border one after another, and the disciples of Tianyong City also went back home after asking Murong Ziying for instructions.Murong Ziying lingered in southern Xinjiang for a few days, and finally it was time to say goodbye. Before leaving, he told Shen Bailing that he already had a disciple in Tianyong City, named Lingyue. It's worthy of accomplishment, if you can't find yourself in Tianyong City in the future, you will go to this disciple.He also said, Han Yunxi is a bit stubborn, but he has good aptitude, and he is a genius who learns swords. He has made an agreement with Han Xiuning that when they return from Youdu, Han Yunxi will be sent to Kunlun to practice with him .

"When the two disciples are mature, I will relinquish the position of sword-wielding elder and travel all over the world. I will let them experience the affairs of the younger generation by themselves."

When Murong Ziying said this lightly, Shen Bailing seemed to see a trace of the former heroic youth from this old man who had cultivated for hundreds of years.

At the end of the song, people parted, after all, they couldn't escape one parting after another.When Wumeng Linggu returned to its former tranquility, one morning, two sword lights flew up from the valley and gradually rose into the clouds, never to return.

At the end of the flowing clouds, relying on emptiness to control the sky, Shen Bailing stood on the spring water, looking sideways at the face that was close at hand. Hundreds of years ago, when he met for the first time at the seaside, he never thought that after that, he would meet again. There is such a fate entangled.He thought quietly, and couldn't help feeling a little crazy.

When he came back to his senses, Xuan Xiao had already held one of his hands in the palm of his hand. Although the cold side face did not turn away, a cold voice came faintly: "Where do you want to go, brother?"

"Well..." Shen Bailing lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "The Ancient Nest Country, the Illusionary World, the Qionghua Sword Tomb...it doesn't matter where you go, I just hope that in this life, I will never experience painful parting again..."

"No matter where senior brother wants to go, Xuan Xiao... will accompany you."

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