The few elders were puzzled, they did not understand why the white haired daoist had such an intense reaction.
The sword stele in the middle of the training field was the sacred sword totem of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains, it had a sacred meaning.
That unfamiliar white-robed youth was actually shouting insolently under the holy sword. This was simply too disrespectful!
Even the few elders saw Zhi Bai and Shou Hei following behind the white robed youth.
Everyone could guess that the white robed youth could be the successor of Kenshin.
But in everyone's opinion, since he was the successor of Kenshin, he should be respectful towards Kenshin and the sacred sword.
But the white haired daoist was the leader of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains.
Even he did not get angry, nor did he scold the white robed youth, instead he showed a protective attitude.
This made everyone even more puzzled, why would the Yellow Dragon Immortal have such a reaction?
Just as the few elders were bewildered and secretly puzzled, the white haired daoist quickly rushed to the center of the training field.
His expression was very complicated, he was full of anticipation, but also a little uneasy, his eyes stared at the white robed figure.
In a short ten breaths, everyone arrived under the thousand feet tall sword stele.
Zhi Bai and Shou Hei came back to their senses and quickly greeted everyone.
"Greetings Great Immortal and elders!"
The two of them respectfully bowed and then stood at the side, waiting for orders.
Ji Tianxing's emotions gradually calmed down, he turned to look at the white haired daoist and the few elders.
When he and the white haired daoist looked at each other, their pupils shrank, their eyes flashed with a touch of splendor.
Especially the white haired daoist, his body trembled, his eyes widened, and he let out a low roar in his heart.
"It's him! It's really him! It's definitely Master!
That appearance, that aura, that gaze … it's definitely the same! "
The few elders had joined the Pillar of Heavens Mountains later, they had not seen the original body of Kenshin.
But the white haired daoist was Kenshin's follower and guard cum disciple, he was very familiar with everything about Kenshin.
Even after a thousand years, he could still clearly remember Kenshin's gaze, aura, and every move.
At this moment, the white haired daoist's old eyes welled up with hot tears.
He could no longer hold back the excitement and sorrow in his heart, he bowed deeply to Ji Tianxing.
"Unfilial disciple Huang Long greets Master!"
Ever since the Sword God left the Pillar of Heavens Mountains, Huang Long had been missing his master for the past thousand years.
Especially after the news of the Sword God's death spread, Huang Long was even more devastated.
However, he remembered his Master's teachings and shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting the Pillar of Heavens Mountains. No matter how much pain he felt, he had always persevered.
No one knew how many hardships and sufferings he had endured in the past thousand years.
No one knew how big of a blow the news of the Sword God's death was to him.
Now that Daoist and Daoist was the Heavens and Earth, and Daoist not feel the Heavens and earth.
The yearning and remembrance that had lasted for a thousand years had caused his state of mind to completely fall apart.
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to 1500 years ago, when he first climbed the Pillar of Heavens Mountains and became Kenshin's disciple.
That was why he performed a disciple's salute in front of everyone.
His deep bow contained too many emotions.
Other than himself, only Ji Tianxing could understand it.
Zhi Bai and Shouhei were dumbfounded. They stared at the Huanglong Daoist, their eyes full of shock.
The five elders were also stunned. They stared at the Huanglong Daoist and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Great Immortal! What are you doing? "
"Great Immortal, please get up. You've got the wrong person!"
"That's Kenshin's successor!"
The elders reminded the Huanglong Daoist. Two elders even reached out to help him up.
However, the Huanglong Daoist was a Martial Saint. He didn't move at all and maintained his bowing posture. Who could help him up?
Ji Tianxing also looked at him with a complicated gaze. He looked at his old and white Daoist robe, his white hair that reached his waist, and his aged face. His heart was heavy and filled with emotion.
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and suppressed his complicated emotions. He smiled and said, "Huang Long, we haven't seen each other for a thousand years. How's your cultivation of the Imperial Sword Sutra?
Master didn't personally guide you. You're not slacking off again, are you? "
Ji Tianxing's voice was gentle and calm, but there was a sense of pressure.
When the Huanglong Daoist heard this familiar voice, his body trembled. He couldn't help but burst into tears.
1500 years ago, when he was cultivating with Kenshin, he often had to wait for a long time to see Kenshin.
Every time he saw Kenshin, Kenshin would ask him about his cultivation.
Especially in the last twenty years, Kenshin would ask him about his cultivation of the Imperial Sword Sutra every time.
However, the Imperial Sword Sutra was an incomparably profound sword technique. His cultivation progress was very slow.
When he met Kenshin, he was scared witless. He was afraid of being scolded by Kenshin and even more afraid of disappointing Kenshin.
Since Kenshin left, he thought that he would never hear these words again in his life.
However, he had never imagined that after a thousand years, he would once again hear those familiar words. Moreover, they were exactly the same as before.
He raised his sleeve to wipe away the tears on his old face. He replied with a trembling voice, "Master, disciple has already comprehended the first seven levels of the Imperial Sword Sutra. Now, I have reached the eighth level!"
Ji Tianxing showed a gratified smile and nodded, "Not bad! The seventh level is the biggest threshold. Once you enter the eighth level, you can hide your sword in the void and travel a thousand miles … "
The two of them, one old and one young, were like master and disciple, conversing with each other in a serious manner.
The five elders, Zhi Bai, and Shou Hei had long been at a loss. They were all speechless and stunned on the spot.
Everyone's expression and eyes were very strange.
But no one dared to speak and interrupt this strange scene in front of them.
The elders looked at each other and shook their heads. They were in grief as they discussed with each other.
"Sigh … the pitiful Great Immortal misses the Martial Ancestor too much. He actually treated that person as the Martial Ancestor!"
"Crazy! They are all crazy! The Great Immortal has become muddle-headed. Even that kid has gone crazy! "
"We can't let them go on like this. If the disciples of the sect see this, what will happen?"
"Yes! The Great Immortal is the only remaining Martial Saint in the Pillar of Heavens Mountain. He is also our teacher. We can't let him be humiliated and teased like this! "
"That kid is the Martial Ancestor's successor in vain. He is actually so rude … it is too disappointing!"
Just as the elders were secretly discussing, Ji Tianxing had already raised his hand and helped Huanglong Daoist up.
Huanglong Daoist looked up at his face. His old face was filled with excitement and respect.
Ji Tianxing looked at him kindly and said with a smile, "Alright, now that you are a thousand year old monster who has become an Immortal, how can you lose your bearing? Don't let the juniors see you as a joke.
No matter what the situation of the Pillar of Heavens Mountain is today, since I have returned, I will purge the enemy and restore the glory of the sect! "
Huanglong Daoist nodded and said with a firm tone, "Huanglong has long known and always believed that a godly person like Master will never fall!
You are destined to move unhindered in the universe and be the only one in the world.
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