After everyone following Li Xuandu to Qixia Mountain boarded the ship one after another, Lu Yanbing and Situ Qiushui got off the Bailong Tower boat, stood on the dock, and waved goodbye.

The Bailong Tower boat slowly took off, breaking through the heavy rain curtain, and rising into the sea of ​​clouds.

Li Xuandu sat alone in the quiet room, and he took off the "Yinyang Immortal Clothes" as if an invisible person was wearing this fairy dress, floating around the house, "Knocking the Sky Gate" leaning slanted against the wall, very quiet, not as lively as the "Yinyang Immortal Clothes".

Li Xuandu put the broken sword of his senior brother Situ Xuance's relics horizontally on his knees and gently stroked his palms over the sword body.

Li Xuan knew very well that avenging the elder brother was the second brother's long-cherished wish in his life. In the high-level world, the second master is an alien. He is willing to give so much for brotherhood. It is no wonder that the master said that he is a person of character.

Then the second senior brother's intention to hand over the eldest senior brother's relics to Li Xuandu is also very clear. I hope Li Xuan will not forget the eldest senior brother's deep hatred.

Of course, Li Xuan would not forget. Although he is in a high position, he has not forgotten his original intention.

As for the danger, it was not Zhang Haishi's original intention. Zhang Haishi would not agree with Li Xuandu's doing this. This is actually Li Xuandu's own intention. In fact, Zhang Haishi could not control Li Xuandu's decision. Therefore, when Zhang Haishi left Qingweizong and went to Bohai Mansion, he did not know when Li Xuandu planned to take action, nor how Li Xuan would take action. So he handed the relics that had been preserved for many years to Situ Xuance's niece Situ Qiushui, and asked her to hand them over to Li Xuandu at the right time.

Situ Qiushui also waited until Li Xuan set out to the inland Qizhou before taking out the relics.

Li Xuandu stretched out his index finger with his left hand, gently pressed it on the fingerprint on the broken sword, slowly closed his eyes, and wandered around.

This is a method of backtracking handed down by the Earth Master. Li Xuan used this broken sword as a medium to trace back some scenes.

In an instant, a scene appeared in Li Xuandu's mind: a cold moon hung high above the night sky, and under the night sky was a fragmented earth.

In the trance that seemed to be a dream and woke up, Li Xuan seemed to have become a person in the painting, just a passerby, watching a memory that has become a past.

A figure flew into the night sky, with a terrifying momentum, causing the earth to tremble. He held a sword in his hand. The sword edge was as clear as water under the moonlight, and the sword body was shimmering.

Then several figures followed and surrounded the man before.

The next moment, the sword light flashed. The man had just used a sword before, and the speed was incredibly fast. Later, the besieged people were forced to retreat by his sword.

Immediately afterwards, a thin red line appeared on one of the people's neck, and blood oozed out of the red line. Finally, his head tilted, and his entire head rolled down from his neck. The body that had lost its head fell to the ground below.

Everyone else was shocked.

After the man was cut off his head, a dazzling golden light suddenly bloomed in the distant sky, illuminating the night and dispelling the darkness, as if a layer of gold edges were embedded in the sky.

The surrounding people seemed to have received some signal and retreated one after another.

The figure with the sword fell back to the ground, looking calmly in the direction where the golden light came.

After a moment, a tall figure shrouded in the golden light seemed to shrink into an inch, and walked towards the sword-holding figure as if it was slow and fast.

As the figure got closer, Li Xuandu gradually saw the appearance of the visitor. He was an old man, with a low figure, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch taller than himself, with long eyebrows and hair, even covering most of his face. He was wearing a yellow robe with a stone-green colored armor on his face. At first glance, he had neither the leisurely atmosphere of the mountains and forests nor the honor and nobility of the Golden Horse and Yutang. He looked like a gentry who had come out of some remote area.

However, the old man's body seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds. After he stopped, the ground trembled and the ground under his feet was shattered.

Old man Long.

Next was a big battle. The old man took the thirty-six swords of the sword holder with his crutch in his hand without hurting himself. Finally, he clamped the sword's edge with his two fingers of his left hand. With just two fingers, he broke the sword.

The scene ended suddenly here, and the following scene was broken from the sword and it was impossible to know, and then it jumped to another scene.

This scene is very familiar to Li Xuandu. It was Penglai Island where he had just left. However, compared with Penglai Island, which was misty and rainy at this time, Penglai Island that Li Xuandu saw was in early summer. It was sunny and full of vitality, and there was a breath of competition for everything.

The Bajing Villa is still the same, and it is a little different. It is not as lively as Li Xuandu was in power, nor as deserted as Li Daoxu was when he was practicing. It is just an ordinary residential courtyard.

At this time, there were many people on Penglai Island that were both familiar and unfamiliar to Li Xuandu.

Master Li Daoxu is in his prime at this time, and his hair is still black in hair and beard; Master Li Qingyun is still alive, gentle and graceful; Aunt Li Feiyan is young and beautiful, and relies on the favor of his sister and brother-in-law to have some young ladies' temper; Master Li Daoxu is worthy of the title of "Jade-faced Sword Immortal", with his sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a handsome face, showing off his talent; Li Shixing was still a young man at this time, and he could not see the gloom of the future, and was a little shy and shy. Whenever he saw Li Qingyun or Li Feiyan, he would blush nervously; in addition, there were many older people that Li Xuan had never seen before.

At this time, Situ Xuance, who had never lost his father, and Zhang Haishi, who had a strange temper, were both around seven or eight years old, and Situ Xuanluo was still in his infancy.

At that time, Li Daoxu had only two disciples.

Li Xuandu saw the two walking side by side into the Bajing Villa and coming to a schoolyard in the villa. Li Daoxu was already waiting here and held a wooden sword in his hand.

After the two saluted Li Daoxue, they each took out their own weapons.

Zhang Haishi used an ordinary long sword, which was almost higher than him. Situ Xuance used the "Jingyu", which was regarded as the family sword of the Situ family. Situ Wentai gave it to his eldest son whom he had high hopes for.

Li Daoxu's teaching was very simple. It took only one hour, and then the two of them practiced each other, and finally he personally tested it.

After Li Daoxu left, the two of them gestded for a while. Situ Xuance returned to the sheath of a long sword, found a shaded place, and began to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

Zhang Haishi dragged his long sword to Situ Xuance, looked around and whispered: "Situ, be careful to be seen by your master."

Situ Xuance closed his eyes and said, "Master doesn't care about these things. What Master cares about is the result. As long as we can learn to practice it, it is the same as practicing it once a hundred times. Also, I have said it many times, don't call me Situ. This is the name of an ancient official position. It always feels strange."

Zhang Haishi smiled and said, "Someone actually uses official positions as surnames?"

Situ Xuance said: "There are people who use 'changsun' as their surname, what is the official position?"

Zhang Haishi, who was not as weird as he would in the future, asked, "What did I call you? You can't just call you by your name, right?"

Situ Xuance thought for a while: "You will only have the word "Phe" after you have the name "Phe"; just call me my nickname, but you have to tell me your nickname first."

Zhang Haishi said: "My nickname is Shitou, Zhang Shitou. My mother said that I was restless in my mother's womb, and it was not worry-free after birth, and it was difficult to coax. She had a bad temper and was like... Shitou."

Situ Xuance laughed: "Shitou, Zhang Shitou, what a good name. Since you said your nickname, then I will also say mine. My nickname is Wecao, "Wecao" is the first of the word "花" and the second of the word "花". You must remember it."

Zhang Haishi couldn't help but ask: "What is weed grass? I know you read a lot, but I don't like reading."

Situ Xuance explained: "The weed grass is beautiful but not solid, so the name is Xiu. The ears are similar to the dog's tail, so they are commonly known as the dog's tail. The stems treat eye pain, so the alchemist is called Guangming grass and Arhat grass."

Zhang Haishi frowned and said, "Light Grass? Arhat Grass? Are you still destined to be a Buddhist?"

Situ Xuance sighed helplessly: "Weed grass has nothing to do with Buddhism. It is commonly known as dog tail, which is dog tail grass."

"So it's dog tail grass." Zhang Haishi suddenly realized, "What am I doing? What are weed grass, light grass, and Arhat grass, making it mysterious. From now on, I will call you dog tail."

Situ Xuance glared at him: "You dare! Dogtail grass is always stronger than the stinky stones in your pit. If you dare to call me Dogtail, then I will call you the stinky pit."

Zhang Haishi thought about it and felt that if he really called this, he would be more disadvantageous. He had to compromise and said, "Okay, I call you Weicao. If you call me Shitou, don't mention those two words. But what kind of grass, it's flower, it sounds like a girl's name, I don't think it's good."

While speaking, Zhang Haishi approached Situ Xuance with some malicious intentions.

Situ Xuance did not realize that something was wrong at this time and frowned and said, "I think so too. Fortunately, it's just a nickname, so it's nothing."

At this moment, Zhang Haishi showed a wicked smile on his face: "Since you don't think it's good, then I'll give you some manliness today."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped on Situ Xuance's shoes. Situ Xuance was always clean, and when he stepped down, he immediately left a pitch-black footprint, which was particularly eye-catching.

Zhang Haishi turned around and ran away.

Situ Xuance was stunned, then furious: "Zhang Shitou, you are impatient in your life."

Then he ran wildly and chased Zhang Haishi.

Li Xuan looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile.

Unexpectedly, the second senior brother had such a side, and he also envied the brotherly friendship between the eldest senior brother and the second senior brother, and was able to be implemented throughout the whole life, unlike the few people who came later.

If Li Xuandu had a brother who grew up like this and died at the hands of others, he would have to take revenge to comfort the old friend's spirit in heaven.

Putting one's heart in mind, even if Situ Xuance is not Li Xuandu's senior brother, Li Xuandu's responsibility for revenge is the only one who has Zhang Haishi's kindness to Li Xuan.
Chapter completed!