Reverend DaoXuan slowly walked a few steps, stood in the shadows of the great hall, looked out from the door, under the warm sunlight, Lin JingYu carrying the Dragon Slayer Sword on his back, dressed in a long robe, a jade belt around his waist, his face handsome, respectfully standing at the side of the Founders Ancestral Hall, patiently waiting.
He quietly watched for a while, said, "This child is a piece of good material, regardless of aptitude or temperament, he is the best of the best."
That old man's footsteps looked slow, walked to his side, also looked out, said, "Then why didn't you take him in as your disciple back then?"
Reverend DaoXuan gazed at Lin JingYu who was standing outside the hall, that youth was at his prime, no matter from which angle, he exuded such a vigorous vigor and pressing edge, made people feel that he was different from the others.
Reverend DaoXuan suddenly smiled, a very very bland kind of smile, then turned around, faced that old man and said, "Because he is too similar to a person, temperament, expression, even his aptitude, are so similar to that person. If he is by my side, I will not be able to sleep. "
The facial muscles of the old man beside him seemed to suddenly twitch.
Reverend DaoXuan turned around, looked at him, looked at him indifferently, after a long time, suddenly shook his head, then smiled and said, "I am joking with you!" before he finished, his brows frowned, then his hand touched his chest, quietly coughed a few times.
That old man glanced at his chest, and then looked at Reverend DaoXuan's slightly pale face, indifferently said, "It has already been ten years, your injury is still not healed?"
Reverend DaoXuan did not speak, but his coughing sounds gradually became louder, and then his expression gradually turned ugly, after a long while, his coughing slowly subsided.
Reverend DaoXuan heaved a long sigh, turned around, no longer looking at Lin JingYu outside, walked to the altar that enshrined countless Qing Yun sect founders' memorial tablets, stared blankly for a while, then quietly said, "I also did not expect, 'Zhu Xian Sword's' backlash power to be so powerful!"
That old man slowly walked over, stretched out his hand and took a piece of rag, gently wiped the heavy offering table, said, "The Zhu Xian Sword's power is so great, adding the 'Zhu Xian Sword Formation', it is enough to defy the heavens, this kind of vicious object, goes against the will of heaven, when you used the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, you should know."
Reverend DaoXuan indifferently said, "Of course I know, on the stone tablet in the Illusory Moon Cave, from Master Qing Ye down, every generation of masters have left a strict order, unless it is absolutely necessary, do not use this sword!"
The old man slowly wiped the offering table. His movements were very slow, as if he had been wiping it for many years. That was why he was so focused. His eyes looked at the table, suddenly smiled and said, "Actually I have also thought before, maybe if you use the Zhu Xian ancient sword a few more times, maybe you will die even faster than me."
Reverend DaoXuan looked at that old man's stooped back, his pupils suddenly contracted, after a while, slowly turned and walked out.
"Are you leaving?" The old man's bleak voice came from behind him.
Reverend DaoXuan stopped but did not turn back, after a while, his voice unhurriedly came over, "Do you still remember what I said when I saved you?"
That old man stood in the dark shadows, did not reply.
Reverend DaoXuan also did not turn back, a strange aura seemed to be drifting in this Founders Ancestral Hall, after a long while, Reverend DaoXuan's indifferent voice was heard saying, "I saved you, because I owe you but I will not let you live longer than me!"
That old man's body had already disappeared into the shadows, motionless. Reverend DaoXuan then walked out, left this Founders Ancestral Hall.
Lin JingYu was waiting patiently outside, suddenly saw sect head Reverend walking out from the Founders Ancestral Hall, got a shock and quickly paid his respects. Reverend DaoXuan glanced at him, a strange glint seemed to flash in his eyes and then nodded his head and left.
Lin JingYu watched sect head Reverend leave, for some reason, when Reverend DaoXuan came out from the Founders Ancestral Hall, he suddenly felt that sect head Reverend's face seemed strangely pale.
Lin JingYu was thinking to himself, from the ancestral hall, that old man's voice was heard, unhurriedly said, "Is it JingYu, come in."
Lin JingYu hurriedly replied, "Yes." Speaking, he walked into the hall.
He had just walked into the hall, Lin JingYu immediately felt a chill on his body, at the same time the surroundings also turned dark. He couldn't help but frowned, for the past ten years, he had been following this mysterious old man here to take care of the Founders Ancestral Hall but from the day he came, he felt that this Founders Ancestral Hall was very strange, no matter what it was it was always gloomy and yet this place was not completely dark, instead before those ancestors' memorial tablets, there were many incense sticks and candles lit but the dim candles' faint light, seemed to only exist to set off the deeper darkness here, unable to rid the great hall of the gloomy and eerie feeling.
But he had after all lived here for ten years, and he admired that old man standing in the shadows even more, he had long forgotten about this strange place, immediately he respectfully bowed to that old man, said, "Senior, disciple is back."
For the past ten years, Lin JingYu had more than once wanted to address this old man as teacher but without exception, he was rejected by this mysterious old man, therefore Lin JingYu had always addressed him as senior, anyway even sect head Reverend sometimes looked at this old man in a different light, presumably he must also once be a senior in Qing Yun sect.
That old man smiled, walked out from the shadows, assessed Lin JingYu from head to toe, saw that he had been out for a few months, his face looked weathered but his entire person was even more spirited, his eyes couldn't help but revealed a slight gratification, harmoniously said, "This time out, you didn't get injured right?"
Lin JingYu smiled and said, "Speaking of injuries, it's not that I didn't get injured but they were all superficial wounds, not worth mentioning. Just a pity this time out in the death marsh, I returned without any results. "
Immediately he briefly narrated the death marsh battle, by now the news of the Evil Faction internal strife, the three great sects exterminating Chang Shen Hall, had already spread throughout the world, Lin JingYu also heard it on his way back and now he also told it to this old man.
But this old man was obviously not interested in Chang Shen Hall's survival, when he heard that one of the four great sects of the Evil Faction was exterminated, his expression did not even change, only quietly listened to Lin JingYu.
After Lin JingYu finished, this old man was silent for a moment, suddenly said, "You said this time the other three great sects of the Evil Faction including Wan Du Clan sent a large number of people over?"
Lin JingYu nodded and said, "Yes."
That old man seemed to hesitate for a moment but eventually still said, "Did you see Cang Song?"
Lin JingYu's body shook, he was stunned but then he turned silent, his expression extremely complicated, after a long while he then said, "No, senior."
The old man saw the expression on his face, suddenly said, "Do you hate him very much?"
A trace of pain flashed past Lin JingYu's eyes, he slowly said, "I also don't know but Good and Evil cannot coexist, anyway even if we meet again, we will already be irreconcilable enemies!"
"Humph!" That old man suddenly sneered.
Lin JingYu was shocked, said, "Senior, what is it?"
That old man slowly shook his head, turned around, his eyes looked up, reflected in his eyes were the innumerable Qing Yun Sect founders' memorial tablets high up, the dim candlelight in front of their memorial tablets, right now it looked like their eyes, silently watching the people in the ancestral hall.
"He brought you up from young, imparted you Taoism skills, taught you how to be a person, in the end he even passed down the Dragon Slayer Sword to you, has he ever done anything wrong to you?" That old man suddenly said indifferently.
Lin JingYu slowly shook his head, quietly said, "He has always been very good to me, in the past I also revered him like a deity, like a father, extremely revered. But … "
Lin JingYu did not continue, that old man also suddenly became silent, after a long time, that old man then gave a bitter laugh, with endless sorrow, facing those memorial tablets and candlelight, quietly said, "Actually, Cang Song he is just a pitiful person who took the wrong path …"
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