Chapter 642

The grove was empty, although Yu Qiuyu was still there.

He was still standing in the posture of waving his sword. The sky in the east was getting brighter, which meant that he had been standing here for a whole night.

Whatever the reason, Yan Li didn't kill him, but he felt worse than death.

His sword, his only, and everything he had were all defeated, which was a fatal blow to him.

"He just stood there for a whole night?" On the top of a pine tree not far away, a young man who looked no more than 20 years old said with a smile with his arms crossed, "Unfortunately, I'm late. Is that kid's Sword Concealment Spell really so powerful?"

"In my opinion, in terms of 'Hidden Sword', only Cao Zigu can stand shoulder to shoulder with him." It was Ye Qinglan who spoke. She stood on the top of another pine tree and stared at the young man with her bright eyes.

"Really?" The young man thought for a while and said with a smile, "I went down the mountain this time to take back the Sword Concealment Spell. I'm not afraid that the rascals will use it to do evil things, but I'm afraid that if they do evil things, they won't be outstanding, which will weaken the reputation of Cangjian Peak. But now it seems that this decision can be delayed. It's not too late to make a decision after seeing the situation. "

"It's not that I'm speaking for him, but that kid's performance in the Secluded Garden was very outstanding. If you like him, just take him back to Cangjian Peak," Ye Qinglan said.

The young man said, "Cangjian Peak only accepts people who are destined to be here. This is the tradition passed down by the founder, and you six branches don't need to follow it. But we, Cangjian Peak, must keep this tradition. Otherwise, what will happen to the face of the founder?"

"Tradition is dead. Don't you know the current situation of Cangjian Peak?" Ye Qinglan said angrily, "Without the injection of new blood, how can we carry forward the Confucian orthodoxy? If we stick to your master's method, Cangjian Peak will never be successful. "

The young man smiled and put up a finger, waving it at Ye Qinglan, "Little Lan, you forgot that we already agreed not to argue about this issue, so as not to hurt the harmony between our branches. Besides, the situation of Soul Sword Peak is not good. If you think that kid is good, why don't you take him back and train him carefully? With your ability, it won't be a problem for you to teach him. "

"He is not suitable for Soul Sword Peak." Ye Qinglan shook her head. "Forget it. It's useless to say so much to you. You are as stubborn as your master."

"This is also the tradition of our Hidden Sword Peak." The young man said with a smile. His body flashed and turned into a light that landed in front of Yu Qiuyu.

Yu Qiuyu was naturally startled by the sudden appearance of the person in front of him. Their eyes met for a moment before he mumbled, "Martial Uncle Little Sword."

The young man said in an old-fashioned tone, "Child, no one knows what you're thinking all the time. If you lose, then so be it. His attainment in the Hidden Sword Formula is almost on par with me. What's there to be upset about losing to such an expert?"

"Really …" Yu Qiuyu said sullenly, "It's not good to lose. My master taught me …"

"It's called misdirection!" The young man frowned and said unhappily, "Who said that victory and defeat represent everything? You have to remember that from now on, any victory or defeat you encounter will be a treasure for you to climb to a higher peak. So, no matter whether you win or lose, you have to treat it as usual. Haven't you understood the eternal truth of 'fight if you can win and run away if you can't'? "

Yu Qiuyu was still sullen. He was originally a taciturn person. It was impossible to expect him to suddenly become eloquent and witty.

"Go back." The young man waved his hand helplessly, seeming to feel that he didn't know where to start.

"Yes." Yu Qiuyu was very obedient. He turned around and left.

Ye Qinglan landed and said, "The competition for this year's Soaring Dragon List is fierce. Even if the kid has a good attainment in swordsmanship, he may not stand out. Even if he stands out, he may not choose Cangjian Peak. You have to think about it carefully."

"Little Lan," the young man shouted.

"Huh?" Ye Qinglan looked at him fixedly.

"Are you getting older? You're getting more and more talkative." The young man laughed loudly.

Ye Qinglan flew into a rage out of humiliation. He raised his hand and waved a streak of Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi hit the young man, and his body turned into dust, dispersing into the distance. On the way, a dazzling sword light burst out, and then it flew across the sky.

"Little Sword, come back!" Ye Qinglan stamped his feet in anger.

"Little Lan, say hello to the master of the Lianhai Manor for me. I have something important to do, so I have to go." The voice faded away.

…

After completing the restoration of the Li Cliff, Yan Li felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart.

But the huge debt that came with it also gave him a headache.

After school, he went to the Shun Tian Office of the Wind Cave and put on a bamboo hat.

There was a hall outside the main hall of the Shun Tian Office, which was called the "Notice Wall". It was very spacious. Near the main hall, there was a row of tables, and a row of low-level officials with hats were sitting there.

Some of these petty officials were young, some were old, and some were neither young nor old. However, without an exception, all of them had arrogant expressions on their faces as they ordered the cultivators that had come to hand in their assignments around in a bossy manner.

There were so many people in the hall that there was no space to move.

This was not strange. There were four hunting grounds around the Wind Cave Office, two of which were medium-sized, one large, and one small.

So, a large number of commissions could be seen here every day, and the "Notice Wall" on both sides of the hall was full of them.

As soon as he stepped in, Yan Li felt the clamor that soared to the sky. It was so noisy that his head hurt.

But poor people were not ambitious. To pay off the huge debt and take back the Elemental Brilliance Stone, he had to focus on commissions.

Unfortunately, he took it for granted.

He wanted to earn ten moon magic stones in a few short months. When he found that even the highest reward commission was only a few soul stones, he realized that unless he could complete all the missions on the Notice Wall every day, it was impossible.

Such a cheap commission made him sigh with emotion. The arrogance of independent cultivators in front of ordinary people, and the humility they had to 'make a living' really formed a sharp contrast. The world was often like this. A bright and beautiful coat could very well be wrapped around a pauper who was only a step away from begging.

With difficulty, he moved to the wall with the wanted poster and found his reward. The reward was not high, only seven hundred thousand taels of silver.

For the huge debt he had now, seventy soul stones was only a fraction.

At this time, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw a very young man dressed like a scholar. He looked very gentle, and said to him in a low voice, "Brother, we have a shocking reward for you. If you are interested, follow me."