A lamp is like a bean, and the ancestor ancestral hall of Qingyunmen is a bit dark.

A simple old man in gray gently cleaned the fallen leaves in front of the hall.

Qin Mu stood behind him, looking at his thin shoulders and gray hair, and could not imagine his face, and even dared not speak out to disturb him.

He couldn't believe that this person was Wan Jianyi, who was so white in white.

As if he had noticed something, the old man in gray paused and slowly turned around.

Time seems to be back for a hundred years, things are similar, but people are no longer the same.

Looking at the withering of Wan Jian on his face, Qin Mu felt agitation in his heart. For a moment, the word "Senior Brother" seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not be said.

When Wan Jian looked at Qin Mu, his hands trembled unconsciously. The broom he was holding was like a dead leaf in the wind. With a slight sound, it turned into powder in his palm and fell down.

The two people who met again were speechless for a moment.

Wan Jian stuttered a few times and said, "Junior brother, you are finally back." His tone seemed to be crying and laughing.

Qin Mu nodded and said, "I'm back, senior brother, you are old too."

If a person who practices Taoism does not feel tired of the world, he will never be as shaped as Wan Jianyi. Wan Jian raised his hand, stroked the wrinkles on the bottom, and smiled and said, "He is a living person, how can he not grow old?"

Qin Mu was slightly silent, and when he showed his sleeves, he actually took out two jars of wine and said to Wan Jian: "Junior brother, I returned to Qingyun three years ago to keep mourning for my master. I collected dew from the mountains in the morning every morning to make these two jars of sake, so that one day, I will meet my senior brother and make a drunk together with you."

Wan Jian smiled and was about to take the wine jar, but Qin Mu held it away from his palm. He said seriously to Wan Jian: "I only wish you the hero of my wine."

Wan Jian paused in his hand and looked at Qin Mu quietly.

He looked extremely lonely, as if he was talking to himself, and said softly: "I have two great regrets in my life. First, you are in the wilderness, and I am powerless to do anything senior brother; second,... second, I kill the grown-up master who raised me with my own hands. Junior brother, I just want to spend more time with my master, why do you have to force me?"

Qin Mu was slightly silent, looked up at the Ancestor Hall and asked, "Senior Brother, how many of the elders in this Ancestor Hall died in battle? How many of them died after their lives have ended?"

Wan Jian pondered for a moment and replied in horror: "Old and one or two old people are sick."

"Senior brother, when the leader of Tian Chengzi gave you the Dragon-Slaying Sword, I was looking forward to your life as decadent as you are today? Do you regret killing the leader that day?"

Qin Mu opened his palm and a sword like autumn water appeared in his hand, as if he had smelled the breath of the old master, and his sword body was rumbling and he was excited.

"I took this from Senior Brother Cangsong. Since your accident, he has never used this Dragon-Slaying Sword day and night, for fear that he will bring the reputation of this sword to dust."

"But Brother Wan, you have already covered the dragon with dust today."

Qin Mu threw the dragon-slaying sword like a stream of light, inserted in front of Wan Jian.

Even though Cang Song was carefully caring for him, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was much dimmer than in Wan Jian's hands that day.

Wan Jianyi gently stroked the sword body, looking dazed, and asked Qin Mu, "Junior Brother Qin, I want to know why you are so arousing me?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "I just don't want to see the hero in the middle of his life and his sword is covered with dust."

He paused and continued, "Maybe you will feel that this Qingyun Mountain is already your whole life, but for me, even this world, I feel cramped. Brother Wan, I want to walk a very distant and misty long road. I am a little lonely by myself."

Wan Jian smiled, his fingers gently brushed across the sword blade of the Dragon Sword, and replied loudly: "You ask me if you regret it. I have asked myself repeatedly thousands of times, and each time it is an answer."

"No regrets!"

Those withered and old palms, I don’t know how many winds and frosts have been experienced, touched the hard and cold hilt of the sword again, and then, I held it tightly!

In the ancestral hall, a faint sound of bells and tripods suddenly came from the sound of the ancestors.

"Call..."

Suddenly, the originally dim Dragon Sword suddenly rose green, and the light was as bright as the scorching sun in the sky, which was dazzling and could not be looked at! Wan Jian slowly pulled out the Dragon Sword. Every time he finished, the Dragon Sword seemed to tremble with excitement, and the dragon roared endlessly. The shocking voice echoed and rushed straight to the nine heavens.

He stood up straight, slowly placed the green dragon-slaying sword in front of him, and gently stroked it with his hands. The hand, which had been eroded by the years, was as gentle as stroking his beloved woman.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword roared, as if it was spiritual, and was very excited.

Slash out with one sword!

A clear light rushed straight into the sky from the mountain behind Tongtian Peak, and even the flowing clouds in the sky were shattered by the sharp sword intent.

Daoxuan stood at the gate of Yuqing Hall, looking at the back mountain with a complicated expression. He sighed softly and walked into the silent hall.

Xiaozhu Peak and Lu Xueqi were practicing sword meticulously, but she saw her master who had been smiling and watching her tremble, and she suddenly looked up and looked into the distance. Instead of being as dignified as before, she flew towards Tongtian Peak a little crazy.

The crystal water drops fell, and Lu Xueqi frowned slightly. Master, are you crying?

Su Ru leaned gently beside Tian Buyi, and her eyes showed a gentle and happy expression.

In the quiet room of Longshou Peak, the rigid and stern Cang Song in the eyes of the disciples knelt on the cushion and cried loudly. His body, which was usually hard, was extremely weak at this time.

With a sword, Wan Jianyi's hunched body straightened up like a mountain, and his eyes gently looked at the blue streaming light flying from afar. He looked back and smiled at Qin Mu and said, "Junior Brother Qin, can I drink this sip of wine?"

That night, the seven veins gathered at the back mountain behind Tongtian Peak.

Wan Jian picked up the wine glass, walked to Daoxuan, looked at him silently, and said, "Senior Brother, you have done a good job over the years."

Daoxuan's wine glass trembled and looked at Wan Jianyi.

"Master, he chose you back then, and he was not wrong."

Wan Jian raised his glass and sweared to Daoxuan. Daoxuan looked at him, his eyes suddenly felt wet, and he drank the wine in the glass.

On the second day, Qingyun's children discovered that Qingyun Mountain seemed to be a little different.

In the past, there were three unsolved mysteries among the disciples of Qingyun Mountain - what is the Zhuxian Sword like, when will the head of Cangsong laugh, and why Master Shuiyue hates men so much.

In one day, two of the three subvert!

Especially those naughty disciples who make small mistakes from time to time, looking at the gentle expression of Taoist Cang Song who was in charge of punishment, he raised his heart.

Happiness comes too suddenly, it's simply terrifying!
Chapter completed!