Chapter 466

Sword Cliff, Ganzhou.

Xu Ping was proudly guarding the gate with his sword in his arms. He was a child from a poor family, but he was able to enter a famous sect like the Sword Cliff. He had a bright future. How could he not be proud?

In a few days, the Sword Cliff Sword Duel would be held once every ten years. The leader of the Sword Cliff, Heavenly Sword Gu Juejian, Iron Fist Li Chenfan, Qi Taichong, River Sunset Zuo Xingqi, and Master Zhixiu would compete for the title of number one in the martial arts world and decide the fate of the Book of Longevity. Therefore, the Sword Cliff was heavily guarded. Xu Ping, a rising star, was sent to guard the gate.

Thinking of the Book of Longevity, Xu Ping felt a sense of longing and sighing. After Du Yuhan, his Martial Uncle, obtained this secret book, he reached the Half-step Imperceptibility in just six years and was likely to become the youngest Grandmaster in the martial arts world. Unfortunately, he was also killed because of the Book of Longevity. Ten years ago, he was besieged by several masters of the same realm. Gu Juejian, his Martial Uncle, was a step too late. He could only kill all of them and bring the Book of Longevity back to the Sword Cliff.

In order to prevent the martial arts world from killing each other for the secret book, Gu Juejian sealed it under his futon. Unfortunately, he could not suppress the four grandmasters who were as famous as him, River Sunset Zuo Xingqi. They came to the Sword Cliff together and asked Gu Juejian to hand over the secret book.

Of course, Gu Juejian refused, so he proposed a competition to decide the fate of the secret book. In the end, he defeated the other four and left the Book of Longevity in the Sword Cliff. He became the number one master in the martial arts world. At the same time, the five agreed to compete in ten years. However, this time, it was not only the four grandmasters who came, but also the rising stars who entered the subtle stage in the past ten years.

If one day he could become a grandmaster, defeat other masters of the same level in the sword competition and become the number one master in the martial arts world, how good would that be! Just as Xu Ping was daydreaming, an indifferent voice resounded in his ears, "Little brother, is this the Sword Cliff? I want to ask you about someone. "

Xu Ping looked up and saw a young man in ordinary clothes suddenly appear in front of him. Xu Ping was so scared that he took two steps back and pulled out his sword, "Who are you? How did you come to the Sword Cliff? "

Shi Xuan smiled with his hands behind his back, "How did I get here? Just now, when you were in a daze, I walked over. " Only when he left that year did Shi Xuan know that Yan Jujian was Gu Juejian's Junior Brother, who also lived in the Sword Cliff. At that time, he secretly thought that his master's naming skills were even worse than his.

Shi Shuan's words made Xu Ping blush. He had indeed been daydreaming just now. "Humph, this young Taoist doesn't look old, but he actually called me little brother!" However, seeing that Shi Xuan's temperament and demeanor were extraordinary, Xu Ping did not dare to speak ill of him. "May I know who this little Daoist is looking for? My Sword Cliff is holding a Sword Discourse Conference these few days, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to receive you. "

"I'm here to look for an old friend called Yan Jujian. May I know where he is? If it's inconvenient to receive him, you can ask him to come out and see me. " For Shi Xuan, it was easy to sneak into the Sword Cliff to find Yan Jujian. However, it was asking for trouble. It was better to ask directly.

Xu Ping exclaimed, "So you're here to find Senior Uncle Yan. But Senior Uncle Yan passed away five years ago. You don't know?"

Shi Xuan raised his brows slightly. Although he was a little surprised, it was reasonable. Twenty years ago, Yan Jujian was already fifty-two years old. When he was young and middle-aged, he was injured too many times and damaged his foundation, so it was normal for him to only live to sixty-seven years old. However, Shi Xuan still felt a little melancholy. Speaking of which, Yan Jujian was the most resolute person in his pursuit of Dao other than Chu Wan 'er, a child with no other desires. Unfortunately, he died before he could fulfill his ambition, so Shi Xuan could not help but sigh.

"Where is Yan Jujian buried? Can you bring I there? " Sighing, Shi Xuan asked. As Yan Jujian's Senior Uncle in name, he was actually his Master. It was only right for him to offer incense.

Xu Ping first answered, "Senior Uncle Yan is buried in the Burial Sword Pavilion." Then, he immediately realized, "But you can't go offer incense these few days. The Sword Conference is being held there."

Unfortunately, he did not hear that Shi Xuan was not asking, but stating his opinion. He only saw a dim light flash in Shi Xuan's eyes and he felt dizzy, "Then I'll bring you there." Saying so, he immediately turned and led the way.

Shi Xuan silently followed behind Xu Ping to the Burial Sword Pavilion. Along the way, the other disciples of the Sword Cliff did not come up to question him. Because the Sword Conference was going to be held in the next few days, there would be some famous figures of the Jianghu and hidden Grandmasters coming to participate or watch. Shi Xuan also had Xu Ping to lead the way, so those disciples misunderstood.

* * *

In the Burial Sword Pavilion, the Sword Conference grounds in front of the tombs of the past experts of the Sword Cliff were bustling with noise.

Ten years ago, the incident happened suddenly. Many famous figures of the Jianghu did not know about it, so only the five Grandmasters participated. Ten years later, the Sword Conference was widely known. Many hidden experts and newly ascended Grandmasters came to attend. They also brought their own disciples. Adding on some well-connected Jianghu people, the number of people in the Sword Conference grounds was tens of times more than ten years ago.

River Sunset Zuo Xingqi defeated a newly ascended Grandmaster and defeated Flower-Pinching Smile Master Zhixiu by half a move. Now, he was full of satisfaction. A smile also appeared on his thin and gloomy face. He said to the remaining two Grandmasters, Heavenly Sword Gu Juejian and Iron Fist Li Chenfan, "Today, I want to see who is the number one expert in the world!"

As soon as he said this, his disciples, followers, and friends were all proud. They all spoke up to support Zuo Xingqi.

Li Chenfan looked at his fist affectionately and said with a smile, "Old Zuo, you have fought two battles in a row. I don't want to take advantage of you. You should rest first. After I finish with Senior Gu, I will fight with you." Ten years ago, he was defeated by Gu Juejian, so Li Chenfan had more respect for him.

Gu Juejian, of course, had the same intention. He nodded and said, "Master Li is right. Brother Zuo, you should rest for a while and wait for the two of us to finish."

The Quan Qian Gang, the disciples of the Sword Cliff, and other martial artists were all amazed by the two Grandmasters' magnanimity.

Zuo Xingqi was not a fool. After two battles, he was indeed a little tired. He said, "Then I will stay here and watch. Don't make me wait too long." Then he retreated to the side of the ground, which led to the tombs of the past experts of the Sword Cliff.

The scene gradually quieted down. Everyone was holding their breath for the battle between the two Grandmasters. At this time, someone suddenly shouted, "Hey, Xu Ping, why are you walking into the Sword Discourse Field?!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance of the Burying Sword Pavilion. They saw a disciple of the Sword Cliff leading a young man into the Sword Discourse Field without hesitation. They did not seem to be walking fast, but the strange thing was that the disciples of the Sword Cliff who wanted to stop them could not catch up with them.

Li Chenfan looked at the young man and his pupils contracted slightly. Then he quietly retreated a few steps and made way for them. Only Zuo Xingqi was still standing there arrogantly. He did not think that anyone could make him retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the disciple of the Sword Cliff and the young man walked in front of Gu Juejian. Gu Juejian asked, "May I know who you are and why are you looking for me? Xu Ping? "

But the young man and the disciple of the Sword Cliff did not seem to hear him at all. They walked past Gu Juejian and continued to walk. Gu Juejian was a little stunned. What are they here for?

Soon, the two of them walked in front of Zuo Xingqi. Because Zuo Xingqi happened to be blocking the road, the two of them stopped. Zuo Xingqi said in a deep voice without avoiding them, "Are you looking for me?"

The young man said indifferently, "You are blocking I's path. Please make way." Shi Xuan did not want to fly over. Walking was a form of respect to Yan Juejian.

Zuo Xingqi's eyes widened and he said in disbelief, "Blocking the way?" This was a huge joke. He was sure that they were here to find trouble. He had never been a good person. Once he was sure, he would immediately attack first.

Shi Xuan waved his sleeves and Zuo Xingqi flew thirty feet away. He rolled on the ground and groaned in pain. He wanted to get up, but he could not stand up no matter how hard he tried.

This unimaginable scene caused the scene to immediately fall silent. They could only watch helplessly as Shi Shuan and Xu Ping disappeared on the small path in the tomb.

* * *

"Taoist, that is where Senior Granduncle Yan's grave is." Xu Ping pointed at a grave not far away in a daze.

Shi Xuan nodded and retracted his technique. He then walked over. Xu Ping was startled. He shook his head and immediately woke up. He then realized that he was in the middle of a group of graves. He was so scared that he felt a chill run down his spine. He shouted that he had bumped into a ghost. He did not even dare to look back as he walked back the way he came.

Slowly walking to Yan Juejian's grave, Shi Xuan picked up the three remaining incense sticks beside him and lit them up. Only then did he look at Yan Juejian's gravestone.

On the gravestone was written: "Grave of Junior Brother Yan Juejian, Senior Brother Gu Juejian stands solemnly." After that was a series of inscriptions. At the end, it was written: "Junior Brother left a few words before he passed away. They are now engraved here. 'Hate! Hate! Hate! I hate the heavens for not being able to meet Senior Uncle ten years earlier! I hate that I was young and frivolous and did not know how to take care of myself! I hate that my lifespan is already near the end of my life! I only hope that I can have a glimpse of the great Dao in my next life! Disciple Nantian has let Senior Uncle down! '"

Shi Xuan sighed and said slowly, "What a pity." As he sighed, Shi Xuan turned into a clear light and left. Yan Juejian's last words deeply touched Shi Xuan. The path of Celestial Cultivation really did not care about feelings at all. Opportunities and hard work were indispensable. Otherwise, no matter how firm one's Taoist Heart was, when one's lifespan was near, one could only lament. Similarly, one had to take precautions and take care of oneself.

Now that he had both opportunities and lifespan, if he were to slack off, he would not even be able to compete with Yan Juejian. These words would be a warning for him on his path in the future.

"What a pity."

"What a pity."

"What a pity."

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When Gu Juejian rushed over with his disciples, there seemed to be this sigh echoing in the wind.