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Two disciples left with a box of food, cursing. They were Xing Fei and Zhang Liu. Xing Fei said, "F * ck him. He really thinks he's a big shot. I sent him food but he didn't eat it. I even added some good stuff to his food."
"Who asked him to be so good at swordsmanship? Don't forget that he's one of the top masters in our generation." Liu Feng wasn't as vulgar as Xing Fei, but his words were more malicious.
"This kid always acts like he's going to the sky. In the end, he's still beaten by the outer disciples. He's just luckier than us. He has a good father, a good mother, and a good uncle. F * ck him!"
Zhang Liu frowned and said, "Why do you keep saying f * ck him? Do you really like that b * tch Yue Tianqing?"
Xing Fei smiled wretchedly and said, "Hehe, that b * tch is a bit old, but she's a cultivator. She looks like a young girl. That skin, that waist …"
Xing Fei and Zhang Liu were chosen to be disciples of Su Mo Peak, so they were officially direct disciples. However, they couldn't feel happy at all.
Among the three pavilions and five peaks of Ling Xiao Sword School, Sky Gazing Peak, Danxia Peak, Dongxuan Peak, and Misty Peak were managed by the head of Qing Yue Sect, Shang Ying, Xie Kangle, and Gu Jiansheng respectively. These four people, along with the former head of Su Mo Peak and Ren Jiuxiao's father, Ren Yunyou, were all fellow disciples of the former head of Sect, Immortal Xuanzao. However, after Ren Yunyou's death, the new head of Su Mo Peak, Du Ruhui was not from the same sect as the other four peaks. Therefore, he was always isolated, and even the disciples of Su Mo Peak were ostracized. Zhang and Xing were originally unwilling to join Su Mo Peak, but they were sent to deliver food to Ren Jiuxiao as soon as they arrived. Therefore, they vented their anger on Ren Jiuxiao.
Ren Jiuxiao was Ren Yunyou's posthumous son. The head of Qing Yue Sect and Ren Yunyou had a deep relationship. Since Ren Jiuxiao had lost his father at a young age, he took him as his disciple and taught him personally. Ren Jiuxiao's mother, Yue Tianqing, was also extraordinary. She was the sister of the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower's sect master, Sword Sovereign Yue Tianqiong. After Yue Tianqing lost her husband, she saw Ren Jiuxiao as the pillar of her life. She doted on him with all her heart and soul, so she didn't care about the difference between them. She had already taught Ren Jiuxiao all the sword techniques of the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower. His uncle, Yue Tianqiong, was also very fond of Ren Jiuxiao's aptitude. Thus, not only did he turn a blind eye to his sister's private teaching of sword techniques to his nephew, he would even personally teach him some sword techniques when Yue Tianqing brought Ren Jiuxiao back to her parents' home.
At such a young age, Ren Jiuxiao was already the leader of two schools. He was the most likely candidate to win the championship. However, Ming Ye and Ying Feiyang, the two weirdos among the outer sect disciples, appeared out of nowhere. Ren Jiuxiao's life had been smooth sailing. He had never suffered such a setback before. Thus, ever since he lost to Ming Ye, he locked himself in his room and didn't go out anymore.
Xing Fei's words became more and more unbearable. Suddenly, Zhang Liu pulled on his sleeve and stopped him from speaking. Xing Fei looked over and was instantly scared out of his wits. The head of Qing Yue Sect had appeared in front of him. He didn't know how much of his dirty words had been heard. Xing Fei hurriedly bowed to the head of Qing Yue Sect. The head of Qing Yue Sect didn't look at him and asked coldly, "How long has he been in there?" The head of Qing Yue Sect was naturally referring to Ren Jiuxiao.
"It's been three days," Zhang Liu replied respectfully.
"Hmph." The head of Qing Yue Sect snorted angrily and stepped forward.
The head of Qing Yue Sect was tall and strong. Thus, when he walked past them, the two of them saw that he was carrying an object on his back. The object looked like it was made of iron or stone. It was square and angular, like a miniature coffin. Zhang Liu and Xing Fei seemed to have sensed the ominous aura coming from the object.
The head of Qing Yue Sect broke through the door and entered the dark room. A pungent smell assaulted his nostrils. A sloppy young man was curled up in the room. He held a broken sword in one hand and covered his eyes with the other, as if he was afraid of light. The young man's face was pale, and he looked exhausted. There was even stubble on his lips. If the head of Qing Yue Sect hadn't raised him, he wouldn't have recognized him as the high-spirited Ren Jiuxiao.
The head of Qing Yue Sect was furious. He went straight into the room and grabbed the hilt of the sword in the young man's arms. When the sword was taken away, Ren Jiuxiao seemed to come back to life. He said, "Don't touch my craggy intent!" Just as he was about to grab the sword, there was a clang and a cold blade appeared. The whole room became brighter. However, only half of the sword was unsheathed. The other half was still in the scabbard. The bright blade was like a mirror, reflecting the haggard and withered face of the young man. Ren Jiuxiao's eyes seemed to be scalded. He didn't know if it was because he didn't dare to face the sword or because he didn't dare to face the reflection of himself. He turned his head to the side.
The Immortal of Qing Yue stared at him for a long time. His eyes turned from anger to resentment, and then from resentment to pity. Finally, he sighed and said, "If a man can't rise again, how can a sword be reforged?"
As he said this, Ren Jiuxiao's eyes lit up again. He raised his head and stared at the head of Qing Yue Sect blankly.
Qing Yue shook his shoulder, and the iron coffin on his back fell to the ground, making a deep and heavy sound. "This is the sword coffin that Grand Uncle Master Xuanli made for you. Put the craggy intent in it, and use your sword intent to nourish his sword soul. Maybe there is a chance for him to be reforged."
"Really?" Ren Jiuxiao asked in a trembling voice.
"Of course!" Qing Yue snorted coldly. "But before that, I will punish you to reflect on your mistakes in the Qilin Cave for two years. When do you want to leave?"
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Like a wriggling worm, Ming Ye dragged a crooked trace on the ground. When he woke up, his feet had been broken, a few of his ribs were broken, and his tendons and bones were burning. But from the moment he woke up, he only had one thought in his mind: "Where is Master?"
Ming Ye crawled out of the forest. Every step he took, he felt a sharp pain, as if he was crawling on a mountain of needles. It was just a short distance, but it was like his life before he met He Guqiong, which was twisted, hard, and humble …
No matter how prosperous the world was, there were dark corners where the sun couldn't shine. As long as Ming Ye could remember, he was a little pickpocket in the snakehead's nest in Chang 'an City. Every day, he needed money to exchange for a cold steamed bun. Otherwise, he would be beaten badly. If he was disabled, he would be sent to the street to become a beggar. If he was beaten to death, he would be wrapped in a mat and thrown out of the city at night. Fortunately, Ming Ye's fingers were still flexible. Although his wounds were not broken, he could still eat his fill.
But this kind of "good days" would not last long. Ming Ye was smart enough to discover that a few thieves who were slightly older than him disappeared after the age of twelve or thirteen, and there would always be a few silly beggars who looked similar to them on the streets.
After paying attention, Ming Ye finally discovered that the older thieves were no longer easy to control, and they more or less had criminal records. Compared to their increased appetite and rebelliousness, it was difficult for the income they brought to increase significantly. Therefore, when each thief grew up, they would be sent to an unknown place. When they came back, they would become silly. Of course, some never came back.
After Ming Ye discovered this secret, he wanted to escape, but as usual, he was caught and beaten until he fainted. When he woke up, he was driven to the street to continue stealing. This time, he stole from He Guqiong. Then, the hand he stretched out was holding something called fate.
"Born with a Pure Yang Body." "The Body of Nine Nine Convergence." "Ling Xiao Sword School." Ming Ye still remembered that time when He Guqiong grabbed him tightly, his eyes shining, as if He Guqiong was the thief, and he was a bulging money bag.
He Guqiong did not arrest him, but asked Ming Ye if he was willing to be his disciple. At that time, Ming Ye did not know what a "disciple" was, but he agreed without hesitation. From then on, his life was on a different path.
He did not have to live in fear, and he did not have to be chased and beaten on the street. He only needed to practice his sword skills. He Guqiong was not a kind person. When he was learning sword skills, he would be beaten and scolded by He Guqiong. But this was much better than his previous life. When He Guqiong asked him to practice three extremely strong skills, he did not hesitate at all. At worst, his tendons and meridians would be destroyed, and his lifespan would be shortened. For a person who had lived for many years, it was nothing.
When he climbed the stairs, Ming Ye stopped. He suddenly felt that he had returned to the first time he was thrown on the street to steal. The road was in front of him, but he did not know which way to go.
He Guqiong had an extraordinary obsession with the "Sword Skill of All Dao Leading to Heaven". Participating in the Sword Trial Competition, winning first place, and then obtaining this supreme sword skill was the only reason why He Guqiong accepted him as a disciple. But he did not even have the chance to display his value, which was why he was thrown away by He Guqiong like trash. Now that he had no one to rely on, where should he go?
"Ta, ta, ta." The sound of footsteps approached from afar, and a figure walked up from the bottom of the stairs. She was dressed in a plain white Daoist robe that wrapped around her slender body, and her fine black hair was casually combed into a bun. Her oval face could not be considered beautiful, but it appeared gentle and kind. Ming Ye recognized her. She was the Martial Aunt Shang Ying that He Guqiong often mentioned.
Shang Ying walked to him and squatted down. She stroked his head as if he was an injured puppy. "He Guqiong doesn't want you anymore, does he?"
Ming Ye did not answer.
"Old wounds add new ones. You are so seriously injured, but you still work for He Guqiong. How stupid are you?"
Ming Ye still did not answer, and his head drooped lower.
"He offended me, but he ran away quickly. Then you pay for him." Shang Ying said with a faint smile, "It's decided. From now on, you are the first male disciple of Danxia Mount!"
— — —
There were only two people left in the room. Gu Jiansheng frowned. The momentum just now disappeared, and he "changed back" to the familiar Qing Ku. Ying Feiyang sat opposite Qing Ku without saying a word. He took out a cup unhurriedly and placed it in front of them, pouring wine for both of them.
Qing Ku said, "There is not much time. Don't you want to ask something?" “
Ying Feiyang said, "No. Anyway, you are not telling the truth. I might as well drink with you. I don't remember drinking with you." “
"Nonsense. How can a little kid know how to drink? It's a waste to drink too much." Qing Ku said disdainfully, and then said, "Don't you want to listen to me?"
"Should I believe the words of a swindling old swindler like you? When you and Martial Uncle He say different things, who should I believe? Whether something is true or false, right or wrong, it has nothing to do with whether I believe it or not. Besides, you are involved in some old things. It's fine if you can't let it go. Should I get involved in it? " Ying Feiyang said calmly. Just now, he still had hundreds of tangles in his heart. What was the purpose of taking Tai Yi Sutra? Why did Qing Ku hide his identity? Who was Mu Zixuan? What old grudges did Gu Jiansheng have with He Guqiong? But when there were only the two of them in the room, he suddenly felt that these things were not important.
Because he felt that right now, his master was like an old wolf with a body full of old wounds. Because of pulling on the old wounds, it brought about bone-piercing pain, but it still forcefully pretended to not care, in order to protect the last bit of arrogance and aloofness. Perhaps after he left, this old wolf would lick its wounds in the depths of the cave without anyone noticing, but right now, what he should do, was only to hand over wine, to warm its body that was thoroughly cold.
Qing Ku praised, "Good boy. You have indeed grown up. Now you are qualified to drink with me." As he said this, he personally poured a cup of wine for him and said, "Although your Martial Uncle is extreme, his mouth is hard but his heart is soft. If you encounter trouble, you can drag him into it. He will not stand idly by!"
Ying Feiyang drank the wine and glanced at him. "I am beginning to understand why Martial Uncle He doesn't like you."
"Although Tai Yi Sutra has fallen into your Martial Uncle's hands and it is impossible to take it back, if there is a chance, you still have to find a way to destroy it to prevent another disaster."
"I will try my best, but don't expect too much."
"That person called Mu Zixuan is indeed your Senior Brother. You have to deal with him carefully. If he dares to speak ill of me in front of you, you have to remember it well in my heart. After a few years, when the Seven Soul Sword Seal disappears, I will definitely teach him how to respect his master."
"Speak ill of you? It seems that I will have a lot in common with this Senior Brother. "
"Luoyang is not a remote place like Shu County. It is under the feet of the Emperor. I know that you are modest on the outside but arrogant on the inside, but you can't ignore the strongest power in the world just because you are a Natural Law cultivator. Be careful in everything you say and do."
"I hope you have no enemies in Luoyang, so that I will not be implicated by you again."
。。。。。
With every cup, Qing Ku would say something, like a parent warning a child who was about to go on a long journey. Ying Feiyang had thought that after his identity was revealed, Qing Ku would be different, but now it seemed that he was still the same. An indescribable sense of intimacy surged up with the wine. "Master is Master. I don't care if he is called Qing Ku, He Guqiong, or Gu Jiansheng."
The two drank one cup after another. After a while, Qing Ku lifted the wine pot high, but not a single drop flowed out. He smacked his lips and said, "You really can't drink to your heart's content when you open your mouth to drink too much. Ying Tianming, don't forget to bring me wine when you come back." Qing Ku handed over the gourd, as if his disciple had just gone out to get some wine and would be back soon.
"Call me Ying Feiyang." Ying Feiyang answered and walked out of the door with the wine pot. Outside the door, the crescent moon was like a hook, sprinkling silver light everywhere. He Guqiong sat alone on the door, looking up at the sky. The man and the moon reflected each other, looking rather lonely.
Ying Feiyang waved at him and looked at the mountain road that stretched to the end of his sight.
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