The Sword Faction's Eldest Senior Sister, Zi Miaozhu, glared at Nan Lingsha with hostility. She seemed to have forgotten about Zhu Minglang's existence and was staring at Nan Lingsha.
Nan Lingsha wasn't afraid of her and just stared back at her.
The Sword Faction's disciples were dumbfounded. They carefully looked at Zhu Minglang again. They didn't think that this man had any ability to make their Eldest Senior Sister explode in jealousy in front of everyone!
"Junior Sister, I have something important to tell Great-grandfather. Don't be confused about this," Zhu Minglang said.
"Okay, I won't be confused. She can be the concubine, and I'll be the concubine," Zi Miaozhu said.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"
The swords floating around the Sword Faction's disciples suddenly fell to the ground. They didn't have a trace of Sword Heart aura and scattered on the ground. It was like the sound of their hearts breaking!
Eldest Senior Sister, Eldest Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu …
Why did the Sword Faction's goddess have to compromise in front of a nobody?
"Junior Sister, don't be unreasonable. First of all, I don't have a matchmaking agreement with you, nor do I have a relationship with you. It's just a normal relationship between Senior Brother and Junior Sister. Secondly, Nan Lingsha isn't my partner. She's just a Mortal Realm expert traveling with me. What she said just now was just to test our relationship, "Zhu Minglang said seriously.
"She's not your partner?" Eldest Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu asked.
"No," Zhu Minglang replied seriously.
"That's more like it …" Eldest Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu let out a long sigh of relief and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
The disciples on the side had just picked up their swords, but they fell to the ground again with clanging sounds.
Eldest Senior Sister, didn't you notice that you were rejected just now?
"Where's Great-grandfather?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"He's here. Uncle-Master Xue Hen is also here," Zi Miaozhu replied.
"Okay."
…
Zi Miaozhu's mood was also unpredictable. She was hostile just a moment ago, but now, she was like a little sister who had seen her brother she hadn't seen for many years. She intimately chattered beside him.
The jaws of all the disciples of the Sword Sect couldn't close. They'd been in the Distant Mountain Sword Sect for so many years, but they'd probably never heard their Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu speak so much.
Was this how a goddess behaved in front of others?
It was one thing for this man to have a dignified demeanor, but he didn't look much different from the other disciples. On the contrary, the woman with the veil had an otherworldly aura and an elegant posture. Even though her face was covered, one could still feel her beauty. It was likely that she was even more beautiful than the Eldest Senior Sister …
However, as a Swordsman, how could he only focus on a person's appearance? She was just a pretty skeleton. The powerful, decisive, and virtuous Senior Sister Zi Miaozhu was the real bright moon in the sky!
Zi Miaozhu's eyes twinkled as she asked, "So Senior Brother, you feel that there's no one in this world who can be your opponent, so you threw away this boring ability and became a Dragon Shepard to experience a different kind of extraordinary life?"
"…" Zhu Minglang really didn't know how to answer.
In fact, he'd left the Distant Mountain Sword Sect at the age of fifteen. At that time, Zi Miaozhu was only fourteen. Although they'd met a few times in the following years, they hadn't spent much time together.
The problem was that no matter how many years had passed, she still seemed to think that he was better than her in every aspect. It was as if he was always the legendary youth of the Sword Sect.
But after leaving the Sword Sect, the world was unimaginably big.
Not to mention, the world people saw was only the tip of the iceberg. Even if it was glorious at a certain time, time would still pass. How could it be truly invincible?
When they arrived at a mountain pass, there were several long paths in the forest, paved with wide jade white steps. There were stone lamps on both sides of each path. When night fell, a bright radiance would be emitted from the lamps, illuminating the entire path to the mountain.
However, there was one path that clearly didn't have these stone lamps. That path was even covered with fallen leaves. There were also some weeds in the distance, as if it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.
A stone tablet was erected at this intersection, with the words "Abandoned Sword Forest" written on it.
Zhu Minglang stopped here and looked around, as if he wanted to see deeper into the forest.
But the pine trees were lush and scattered, making it difficult to see further.
"Senior Brother, something strange has happened in the Abandoned Sword Forest. Who knows how many disciples have been scared away? Even I don't dare to rashly enter. The Venerable Swordsmen of the Sword Sect also went to investigate, but they didn't find anything. The strange thing seems to have been hidden, "said Zi Miaozhu.
"That's right. The Abandoned Sword Forest seems to be haunted. No one has lived there for many years. Once, some young swordsmen threw some broken and rusty swords in there. As a result, they fell into a coma for a few days after they came back …" said the long-browed disciple.
The Abandoned Sword Forest was so familiar to Zhu Minglang that when he stood at this intersection, the difficult scenes of the past rushed into his mind.
He practiced again and again, until he was exhausted, and then he had to do it again and again …
His memories of childhood and adolescence might not be Zhu Men's own house. Instead, the Abandoned Sword Forest seemed to be more like an old house of his ancestors. There were too many memories inside.
Every rusty sword was stained with the blood that flowed out after the calluses on his hands were broken.
"Senior Brother, do you want to go and take a look?" asked Zi Miaozhu.
"Later. Let's go see Taigong first," said Zhu Minglang as he calmed himself down.
"Okay."
…
After entering the main peak, there were many villas that were built with different kinds of precious wood. The eaves were like white clouds, and the pillars were as tall as pine trees. It was a grand and ancient place.
Inside the White Cloud Villa, a few sword cultivators were sparring on the plateau of the mountain. They did not use a single strand of sword aura. Just the sparring of swords alone was enough to give the spectators a soul-stirring and pleasing feeling.
After entering the main hall of the villa, Zhu Minglang saw an old man with a head full of white hair sitting upright on an armchair. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were half closed.
"Taigong, Zhu Minglang is here to see you," said Zi Miaozhu.
"What!?" The white-haired old man almost jumped out of his chair. He cried out in surprise, "I was just taking an afternoon nap. How could my soul be taken by the Netherworld? Little Lang, Little Lang, I don't need you to visit me. Go where you should go. I still want to live for a few more years!"
Zhu Minglang's face darkened.
Did Taigong think that he was meeting him in the Yellow Springs?
Originally, when he saw the old man's hair was even whiter, his energy was even worse, and his nose was a little sore, he felt guilty for not visiting him for so many years. He also felt sad for his missing family. Now, he didn't feel anything.
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