The usually deserted Tianqingding now has an unprecedented gathering of several big figures, such as Elder Pingqiu of the Luoxia lineage, the Master Tai of Xuannv Peak who has been in seclusion for twenty years, and the current leader of the Yunlang lineage. The small scenery wins.
Lu Yingchao entered the hall and saw several seniors waiting inside. He quickly walked forward, bowed and said in salute: "Yingchao has met several senior uncles and brothers."
There were many disciples kneeling in the hall in front of Tianqingding. Xiao Jingsheng, who was sitting in the second seat, glanced at the face of the middle-aged Taoist priest beside him and coughed lightly. Those Sifangshan disciples kneeling on the ground were like Meng Meng. Amnesty, quickly got up and quietly exited the hall.
The middle-aged Taoist Zhang Xuanfu, who is now the headmaster of Sifang Mountain, saw that Lu Yingchao was safe and sound. He immediately twirled his beard and nodded with a smile: "Yesterday, a letter from Fei Ge came from outside the Song Dynasty. He told me all the details of how to eliminate the demon. What's in the letter is for you." There are many words of praise, I really saw the right person!"
After Zhang Xuanfu finished speaking, Ping Qiu and Xiao Jingsheng beside him also expressed their approval.
However, Zhang Xuanfu suddenly frowned and said worriedly: "According to the description in the Song member's foreign letter, it seems that there are still many twists and turns."
Xiao Jingsheng understood what Zhang Xuanfu said and said in a low voice and humbly: "There may be some problems with the old Taoist priest's origins, but how can we trouble the head master to be so worried? Although our Sifang Mountain is one of the three sects in Zhongzhou, there are many rivers and lakes His disciples are also ordinary. What’s more, as stated in the letter, the old Taoist priest’s magic power is mediocre, but the woman next to him is quite confusing. A talisman can actually make the evil soul fly away."
Everyone was amazed when they heard that the Taoist priests in the world were as numerous as stars, but talking about the Fulu sect reminded people of an old friend of the sect many years ago. However, this matter involves another major event in our sect more than ten years ago. The elders already have the answer in their minds, but it is not convenient to tell them directly in front of the sect leader.
Zhang Xuanfu looked at his junior brothers in the hall with a smile. Although they were brothers from the same sect, he was more than ten years older and he was the acting head of Sifang Mountain.
"Junior brother, please elaborate on the process of eliminating demons in the Song family." After all, the Song family is just an ordinary family, and most of them can only be spectators to the methods of subduing demons. Although there are letters, the narrative is inevitably biased.
In fact, for a large sect such as Sifang Mountain, it is a matter of course to subdue demons and demons within their jurisdiction and protect the people from harm. As an orthodox sect, reputation is the key to maintaining its respected status.
The level of status often affects how many young people are willing to leave their hometowns and come to the mountains to seek the teachings of their teachers and learn the Taoism.
Lu Yingchao sat in front, not knowing how to start the story for a while, but he just felt that this trip down the mountain was unique. After all, it is quite rare for many elders to gather together.
He glanced at the master opposite him, and for a moment he couldn't remember whether her name was Changli or Changyi. I just remember that the last time I saw her, her temples were not as pale as they are now.
Lu Yingchao was the proud disciple of the previous head. His cultivation is naturally among the best among his peers, and his knowledge is beyond the reach of the new generation of disciples. After thinking about it for a moment, I met an old Taoist and told me about it. But the situation also involves the origin of the mirror demon and many speculations about the woman in green.
He thought of a rumor he heard down the mountain in recent years.
"Ying Chao has set foot in the world several times and found some clues. According to the situation of Miss Song's family, I'm afraid it is inextricably linked to the incident at Liujiazhuang more than ten years ago! However, that..."
"Yingchao, can you describe in detail the shape of the sword in the young man's hand?" Xiao Jingsheng interrupted Lu Yingchao's words.
Lu Yingchao nodded, thought for a while and then replied: "The sword is more than three feet long, and the blade is slightly wider than an inch. It is low-key and simple, and occasionally flickers like the rays of light at sunset!"
Everyone was surprised when they heard this.
"Although there is nothing strange about this sword, there are many things in the world that recognize its owner. Is there something fishy about this sword?"
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this sword that automatically protects its master is quite strange. But seeing the shocked expressions on the elders' faces, it seemed that this thing was anything but ordinary.
"Brother, is there really any secret behind this sword?" Lu Yingchao asked curiously.
Zhang Xuanfu remained silent, closing his eyes as if thinking about a distant and deep question.
In recent years, Sifang Mountain has gradually declined among the three sects, which may be somewhat related to the loss of its treasure. As the leader of Sifang Mountain, who wouldn't be eager to find this artifact?
"Perhaps it's just an ordinary sword of recognition, Yingchao, please continue." Zhang Xuanfu finally spoke.
Seeing that his senior brother's tone was calm, Lu Yingchao continued to tell the story of the Song Dynasty. Everyone lamented that the cultivation level of the woman in green was so unpredictable. However, no one knows which sect she comes from. And the bronze mirror was obviously not an ordinary treasure, and everyone felt that there must be something hidden in this matter.
"Yingchao, I've worked really hard on you these days. You go back and relax your mind and body first. I have some important matters to discuss with several of my uncles."
When Lu Yingchao left Tianqingding, he saw that his senior brother was getting older and looked bitter. I can't help but feel worried. As dusk falls and the sun sets, I can't help but feel sad. From the time he entered the school at the age of five until now, his senior brother has treated him like his own brother. Now that he is seriously ill and unable to help, he is really sad.
Luoxia Mountain, as its name suggests, is most intoxicating when the setting sun sets in the west, but it seems that the setting sun cannot penetrate the hundreds of miles of rivers in Sifang Mountain.
Nowadays, Sifang Mountain is out of business, and several of the elders are very remote and rarely take care of the affairs of the mountain. In the past few years, the head brother has also been plagued by illness. The future of Sifang Mountain is left to his own hands, intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Yingchao also felt the heavy responsibility, but only the person involved knew why it was called a heavy responsibility.
The peaks of Sifang Mountain stand tall in Mingzhou. The scenery in the mountain is beautiful and picturesque, with ancient trees growing unevenly, and sometimes wild animals hiding among them. It has the charm of hiding treasures in the deep mountains. A melon-shaped peak towers into the clouds, overlooking the cliffs in the northwest of the Central Plains. From a distance, you can only see green mountains reaching the sky.
There is a huge rock standing on the top of the Kongchanyi line. It is steep and steep, reaching to the clouds and the sky, like a begging bowl hanging upside down. This rock is known as the mountain rock by the local people. It is said that it was transformed from the magic weapon left here by an immortal family during his journey thousands of years ago.
Many years ago, the huge rock on the top of the mountain suddenly cracked, and a rainbow light broke through the sky. Many sects came to watch. However, after everything calmed down, only the mess was seen on the ground. The sect leaders all sighed with regret. Many reasons have become an unsolved mystery. .
Sifang Mountain suffered heavy casualties, and countless disciples died in this accident. Many years later, the head of Sifang Mountain recruited disciples again, and Lu Yingchao was one of the new disciples. It has been more than twenty years now.
Lu Yingchao stared at the sunset, with complicated thoughts. A sword or any object in this world, like a mirror, a string of Buddhist beads, or a copper coin, may resonate with its owner due to some kind of chance, coincidence or fate.
These spiritual objects are scattered in the world. In the eyes of mortals, if the bracelet they wore last year suddenly breaks, it may mean that something will happen to their loved ones. This is a sign that the item belongs to its owner. It is naturally difficult for ordinary people to penetrate into the mystery.
The Taoyuan Tower boy's spiritual sword was simple and plain, but it protected its owner many times, which shows that its spiritual light was extraordinary. However, why did the senior brother hide this matter?
"Senior Brother Lu, I'm so excited!" Then a wine gourd was thrown.
Lu Yingchao grabbed it and looked back, it was Qi Nanhua, Junior Brother Qi.
Originally, this person was the only one who had the best friendship with him in Sifang Mountain, but recently he fell into an obsession for some unknown reason and wanted to compete with himself. Just take this opportunity to explore the reason.
Their faces glowed red as they watched the wild geese flying across the blue sky, accompanied by the gusts of autumn wind, and couldn't help but feel extremely proud.
Both of them are the best rookies in Sifangshan.
"What do you think of the competition in two years' time?" Lu Yingchao asked.
Qi Nanhua seemed to be listening but not listening, staring into the distance, but thinking in his heart, a few days ago you were boasting in front of your senior brother that you were sure to win, but now you are concerned about my opinion on the comparison test.
Lu Yingchao thought that he was still young and his thoughts were inevitably biased. Qi Nanhua once confided to him that Lu Yingchao was the direct descendant of the Supreme Sect, and he was only the acting sect's disciple. The opportunities are naturally incomparable.
Lu Yingchao knew the truth well, made a few guesses, and said no more at the moment. Senior Brother Zhang Xuanfu regards him as his own son, so why didn’t he grow up following Qi Nanhua? But just as the senior brother said, his junior brother is too confident and should not use words to stimulate him. There are still two years left in the competition, and these two years are enough to resolve this conflict.
While he was thinking, the natal sword behind Lu Yingchao trembled slightly.
Lu Yingchao unsheathed his sword and swung out a move that was one of the sixteen swords in Luoxia Mountain. Currently, he has understood fifteen swords, but the last one is still unclear.
Wearing mysterious clothes, he moved freely in the mountains, but after several moves, everything went wrong. My mind was filled with Zhang Xuanfu's sickly pale face and the important task of Guangda Sifangshan in the future.
His mind was in turmoil, and his energy and blood were disordered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. What followed was that his natal sword hit the hard rock and broke!
He was originally covered in mysterious clothes, but now he was covered in blood. He lowered his head and looked down at the broken natal sword.
Then my heart trembled violently, and everything in front of me was pitch black. When I opened my eyes again, it turned out that everything I saw was illusion.
A black blue bird looked at Lu Yingchao not far away and screamed. Lu Yingchao swung his sword, and the sword energy enveloped the black blue bird and instantly disappeared into ashes. He hurriedly sat down and recited the Jingxin Jue silently, and then he calmed down.
Luoxia Mountain is steep, but the mountain path is made of long and wide stone steps. These stone steps stretch for dozens of miles from the top of the mountain, and the senior experts who wanted to come to Sifang Mountain spent a lot of effort.
Lu Yingchao put away his sword and looked at the mountain road, remembering that when he first entered Sifang Mountain, he would carry water from here every day to practice mountain cultivation. Now the young man's face is full of dust.
