There are several sword tombs in Qiushui. The sword tombs that Li Yunsheng and others went to are located in the depths of Qiushui mountains north of Baiyunguan, also known as Wanren Valley. There are many stone mountains in the middle, as if there were sword blades stuck on the ground, hence the name.

This was the first time Li Yunsheng went to the sword tomb in Wanren Valley. When a group of people were laughing and walking in from the entrance of the valley, Li Yunsheng, who had just stepped into his first foot, suddenly felt a strong and murderous aura coming to his face, as if countless eyes were staring at him and looking at him carefully.

"Lao Liu, what's wrong?"

Li Lan, who was standing beside him, felt something was wrong with Li Yunsheng.

Before Li Yunsheng could speak, Yang Wanli in front suddenly turned around and said to Li Yunsheng:

"Relax, they're just a little curious."

"Who is curious?"

Yang Wanli's stupid words really made Li Lan very curious.

"good…"

However, Li Yunsheng nodded thoughtfully, let out a long breath, actively ignored the murderous aura, and immediately felt much more relaxed.

He suddenly looked at Yang Wanli with admiration again. Because Li Yunsheng discovered that his master, who seemed to have no cultivation, should have felt this murderous aura like him, and the "they" he said should be the source of this murderous aura.

"What are you talking about? Who are they?"

Looking at Li Yunsheng walking into Wanren Valley, Li Lan asked.

"I'm not very clear, please ask the master."

Li Yunsheng shook his head and said.

After asking Li Yunsheng for no results, Li Lan looked at Yang Wanli in front of him and finally gave up.

"Hey! Third brother, do you think that is Senior Sister Murong?"

At this moment, a tall woman appeared and immediately pulled his attention back to Li Changgeng.

"Sound light!"

Li Changgeng covered Li Lan's mouth and said.

Looking at the two senior brothers playing beside him, Li Yunsheng smiled, and then his eyes fell on the long swords inserted on the stone mountain.

"The swords inserted on this stone mountain are all the swords of our ancestor Qiu Shui. After their death, most of their bodies were either damaged or disabled, leaving only the long sword still in the world, so the sacrifice of the sword is sacrifice of the people."

Zhang Antai took Li Yunsheng past the stone mountains and would explain a few words from time to time.

Yang Wanli was always silent, but he stopped in front of a sword mountain from time to time and looked at it quietly, just like meeting and chatting with an old friend, he would finally take out a wine gourd and pour a glass of wine under the sword mountain.

"Boss, do you know what this sword is called?"

Yang Wanli, who had been silent all the time, pointed at a sword path on a sword mountain in front of him.

"Master, you can't defeat me."

Zhang Antai smiled and said:

"This is the 'Yugong' of Master Qian Yi, this is Qiu Shui's famous sword. No matter how ignorant I am, I will never remember it wrong."

"That's right."

Yang Wanli nodded all over the place.

"Yugong, it's such a good sword. Only a person like Master Qian Yi is worthy of it."

He sighed again.

Hearing this, Li Yunsheng looked at Yang Wanli's gaze and saw that among the rusty ancient swords, a long sword that was as smooth as a new one was particularly conspicuous. The sword was simple in appearance, with a blade but no sharp edge, but the coldness was so cold that it made people feel awe at just one glance.

As he said that, he asked Zhang Antai to take out three wine glasses and divide Li Yunsheng into one. The three of them toast a glass of wine to the Yugong.

"Master, why did Qiu Shui let this sword chief buried in the mountains? If it could be used for Qiu Shui's disciples, wouldn't it be better to use it for the full amount?"

Li Yunsheng asked Yang Wanli.

Looking at the sword mountains in the valley, Li Yunsheng felt that there were several famous swords on each sword mountain, so he felt that it was a pity that he could not use the full amount.

"It's all for the best use...ha."

As soon as Li Yunsheng finished speaking, a voice sarcastically mocked: "It is only your disciples of Baiyun Temple who say such ignorant words."

"Who do you say is ignorant?"

This was heard by Li Changgeng who was rushing from behind and immediately shouted at the top of his throat.

"Zhu Haoxuan?! It's you guy again, your butt is gone, right? The last time I was not settled with you, look at me..."

"Nephew Chang Geng, what are you doing?"

Li Changgen recognized Zhu Haoxuan at a glance. Thinking of the previous experience of being locked up in Baiyuan and facing the wall, he was furious. He was about to reach out to grab Zhu Haoxuan, but was stared at by a strong middle-aged man.

"George Zhu is here too."

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man's face, Li Changgeng sneered and withdrew his hand.

The middle-aged man was nothing but Zhu Bailian, the leader of Xuanwu Pavilion.

"Is Mr. Yang so happy recently?"

Zhu Bailian did not pay attention to Li Changgeng anymore, but walked to Yang Wanli and asked with great respect.

"fine."

Yang Wanli scratched his head. With so many people around him, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Master Zhu, Master Yang Guan, what are you doing here?"

Just as the two of them were talking, Fairy Zhilan from Zhuque Pavilion came over, and behind her were a group of female disciples from Zhuque Pavilion.

In an instant, the eyes of the male disciples present were attracted by the group of female disciples from Zhuque Pavilion.

Of course, Mu Ningshuang is the most eye-catching among these female disciples. However, Mu Ningshuang is a little strange today. In the past, she had always bowed her head coldly and said nothing, and was staring at Li Yunsheng without any scruples.

This made Zhu Haoxuan, who was standing beside him, surprised first, and then began to become more disgusted with Li Yunsheng.

"Junior brother from Baiyun Temple just now felt that we were shaking up the heavenly things and putting these famous swords in the mountains and rust and not using them for the disciples of the sects."

Zhu Haoxuan, who was thinking about Li Yun's ugly appearance, said regardless of Zhu Bailian's warning eyes.

As soon as these words were said, they caused an uproar, and even the female disciple of Zhuque Pavilion covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"What's wrong?"

Li Yunsheng was very puzzled by the actions of these people.

"The famous sword in this sword tomb is not something you can get as long as you want!"
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