Mu Qing turned to look beside him.
Qing Ying did not show up. He controlled the Demon Suppressing Sword and leaned forward slightly, like a person stretching his neck.
After a long time, Qing Ying said in a melancholy tone: "Before I suffered the disaster, Mu Yun was preparing to survive the catastrophe of the soul in the Saint King Realm. She was in seclusion in the cold abyss at that time."
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he moved away from the cold jade coffin, looking at the snow-like fog piled up beside the big stone, and said calmly: "What are your plans?"
From the moment he untied the Heaven Changing Sword Formation and stepped onto the stone steps, Qing Ying was guiding him to do certain things. The further he went, the less he tried to hide it.
He wanted to know what Qing Ying planned to do more than the secret inside the cold jade coffin.
Feeling the confidence in Mu Qing's words, Qing Ying was silent for a moment and said, "Mu Yun is the master of Shuangji Sect swordsmanship, and the Hehuan Sword Sutra is probably in the cold jade coffin."
Mu Qing didn't move, and Qing Ying wasn't in a hurry either.
The cold mist slowly spread down from the big rocks, fell into the shallow stream, and accumulated among the short rocks. It was entangled with the ancient sword that sank to the bottom, unwilling to leave.
Mu Qing lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the ancient sword closest to him.
He knelt down and reached into the shallow stream.
The stream was very cold, and when Mu Qing separated the ancient sword from the cold mist, there were a few thin red marks on the back of his hand.
Mu Qing stood up and looked at the ancient sword in his hand, sighing: "So this is the sword cleaning."
The years have been long and the stream is cold, but there are no traces of corrosion on the sword body. I think the material used to make the sword body is excellent. It would not have been an unknown sword at the beginning.
But there was not even a trace of sword intent left in the sword body.
This is not normal.
The sword of the sword cultivator will grow with the sword cultivator himself. When a creature is caught in the sword, even the ordinary iron sword will transform into a magic weapon of the spirit weapon level, not to mention that the material of this sword is much better than that of ordinary spirit weapons. , it is very likely that he has been a spiritual weapon since he came into the hands of the sword cultivator.
Swords of the Spiritual Weapon level can independently accumulate sword intent.
As time goes by, why has the sword that was supposed to be just a hidden edge become so ordinary?
Thinking that the cold mist was inseparable from the Shen Jian, and could even leave traces on the back of his hand, Mu Qing already had a clear judgment - this cold mist was the pure sword intent stripped from these Shen Jian.
But Mu Qing still had questions, why did the cold mist on the mountain only look wet, cold and heavy, but its true power would not be revealed until it was in the sword-washing pool?
Is there a hidden formation at the bottom of the cold abyss, or is it some kind of law naturally occurring in the mountains?
Just when Mu Qing was faintly leaning towards the former, Qing Ying took the initiative and said: "Before the Shuangji Sect established its sect here, the two mountains were already famous among sword cultivators."...
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly and he said softly: "Han Yuan was there at that time?"
"Yeah." Qingying said, "Mu Yun once casually mentioned that Luoshen Mountain and Ningshuang Mountain can be regarded as natural sword-sharpening stones. The former sharpens the edge and the latter gathers the mind. Han Yuan did not have so much sword intent at the beginning. The cold mist that has been transformed is the Shuangji Sect’s tradition that has created the current situation.”
Mu Qing frowned slightly, expressing confusion.
Qing Ying controlled the demon-suppressing sword to pass over the rocks in the shallow stream, and while slowly approaching the big stone, he said: "When they have no hope of swordsmanship, they will return to the mountains with their swords, and the swords that follow them to practice and fight will sink to the bottom of the pool. Wash away the sword intent, and wait until later for your disciples to pick up these swords..."
"Picking up these swords is equivalent to picking up their inheritance?" Mu Qing asked.
Qingying chuckled softly: "Oh, they themselves have embarked on a dead end, how can they let the successors pick up the inheritance? It's just a legacy. It's a pity that your physique has been clean for a long time, so you can't use it. These sword intentions cleanse your marrow and cut your veins."
Mu Qing nodded slightly, looking at the dozen ancient swords that were sunk at the bottom of the stream, and planned to take all these swords back to Suzaku City.
However, he did not do these things immediately, but went straight to the big rock.
Qing Ying had already reached the top of the cold jade coffin, controlling the Demon Suppressing Sword motionlessly.
Mu Qing was able to clearly capture the complex emotions expressed by Qing Ying...regret, frustration, and lack of hope.
The identity of the person in the cold jade coffin has been revealed - Mu Yun, one of the "Double Poles" of the Shuangji Sect.
Because of the existence of Qingying, Mu Qing was not aware of the occurrence of this situation except at first.
Despite his initial vigilance, he has always been calm enough.
He slowed down his pace as much as possible, walked to the cold jade coffin, and looked down.
The woman is extremely beautiful, wearing a cloud-patterned feather coat, as if she is asleep.
Mu Qing looked away, raised his head and said, "Aren't you going to tell your story with her?"
Mu Qing asked himself, after knowing that Qing Ying was willing to guide him, he was still willing to come here. In fact, he had always been somewhat curious about this story.
In Mu Qing's eyes, the heinous devil can also have the soft part of his heart.
"..."
There was a wordless silence, and the Demon Suppressing Sword fell back into Mu Qing's hand. Qing Ying, who had been cautious along the way, revealed his figure again.
Qingying landed on the other side of the cold jade coffin, raised his palms, and froze in the air when he put them down. He lowered his eyes and said, "You already know the first time I met her."
"At that time, she had already shown extremely high talent in swordsmanship and was a core disciple trained by the Shuangji Sect."
"And I... am just a disciple who can be abandoned at will. My status is much different from hers."
"But I will never forget her nimble figure when she came to the rescue, and her smile when she reached out to pull me up. After returning to the sect, I worked hard to make friends with my fellow disciples and tried to please my teacher. I took on whatever tasks were the most dangerous. After nearly dying countless times during the mission, I finally gained the respect of the sect master and accepted him as a disciple."
Mu Qing asked: "Has she become a saint now?"
"No." Qing Ying lowered her fingers and caressed the cold jade coffin unconsciously, "I knelt in front of the sect master, hoping that he would propose marriage to the Shuangji Sect on my behalf, but the sect master had a deep grudge with the Shuangji Sect and did not agree. Soon. After that, Mu Yun became a saint, and a month later, the news came out that she and Luo Hua had become a Taoist couple."
"Ha." Qingying didn't know what he thought of, and smiled coldly: "It's funny, the sect master felt that he owed me, so he appointed me as the successor to the sect master. He wouldn't understand that I did so much just for Mu Hua.”
Mu Qing lowered his eyes and glanced at the woman in the coffin, and suddenly said: "Does Saint Muhua know? Or are these things just wishful thinking on your part?"
Qing Ying was obviously a spirit body, but at this moment Mu Qing saw his expression twisted in extreme pain, and even the wrinkles on his face were clearly visible.
Qingying covered her face with her hands and said regretfully: "I didn't know it at the time. It was only later that she became a Taoist couple with Luo Hua, and I knew her friendship for me. If I had known this, even if I betrayed the sect, I would have to Marry her."
Mu Qing looked at Qing Ying with some pity and asked, "You have been suppressed by a sword energy for so many years. Is it true that it has nothing to do with Luo Hua?"
Qing Ying's hands hung weakly by his side, and he looked at Mu Qing expressionlessly and said, "My strength is still higher than Luo Hua, but he was on good terms with a great swordsman at that time."
Qing Ying didn't say any more. Mu Qing consciously understood the development direction of the whole story, nodded, looked at Qing Ying and said, "I can let you go."
An ugly smile broke out on Qingying's face, and she asked, "Are you pitying me?"
Mu Qing was noncommittal and said: "I'm not going to explore how much you hate me, but so far, you haven't done anything yet, so you're barely qualified, so I'm willing to give you a chance."
Qing Ying pursed her lips and looked at Mu Qing with a tense expression. His shoulders shook slightly at first, and then slowly turned into shaking forwards and backwards. Finally, he could hold back his mouth and said, "Hahaha, will you give me a chance?"
"What kind of opportunity can a junior like you give me?"
Qing Ying smiled harder than she was suffering, her face was distorted to the extreme, and she calmed down quickly, and said expressionlessly: "Since she became a saint, I have made mistakes again and again, but there is one thing I have done right. of."
"I never asked anyone again, and no one dared to say give me a chance."
Mu Qing looked at Qing Ying with a calm expression and said, "You are crazy."
Qingying looked at Mu Qing and was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, a hysterical and fierce light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hands, slapped the cold jade coffin heavily, and roared: "I know what I am doing better than anyone else."
"boom--"
Just like a sword fight, the lid of the cold jade coffin staggered to one side. The cold mist next to the big stone was impacted and instantly turned into an overwhelming sword intent.
Mu Qing's face turned cold, and he stepped a little bit, wanting to leave Dashi.
But a sudden change occurred. The ancient sword that had been silent in the sword washing pool suddenly emitted a sharp sword cry, soared into the sky, and instantly blocked Mu Qing's retreat.
A glimmer of light flashed in Mu Qing's eyes. He held the Demon Suppressing Sword and steadily blocked all the ancient swords flying towards him. His feet finally landed on the bank of the stream where he was standing before.
But Mu Qing can no longer leave.
The ancient swords that were knocked away by him were suspended in the air, and the originally calm cold mist surged crazily around them. Soon the cold mist disappeared, and the ancient swords remained the same, but this time, the ancient swords showed their sharp edges, displayed between heaven and earth. What came out were more than a dozen extremely powerful sword intentions, as if the owner of the ancient sword was personally on the battlefield.
Mu Qing retracted his gaze to the sky, flicked off the water droplets on his sword, and looked at the boulder.
Qing Ying stood safely beside the cold jade coffin, looking over here.
It seemed that this was a sword formation that locked only him.
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "If we hadn't left the Guiyuan Secret Realm together, I would have thought you were the leader of the Shuangji Sect."
Qingying had a cold smile on his lips and asked, "Aren't you curious about where I lied to you?"
Mu Qing glanced at the half-opened Han Jade coffin behind Qing Ying, shook his head and said, "It's not important."
Qingying frowned: "Why?"
Mu Qing said lightly: "Everything you do tells me one thing, that is, you are not worthy of her."
The smile on Qingying's face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were full of anger that had reached its peak, but he closed his eyes and resisted attacking Muqing.
He said with an extremely serious expression: "Many of the things I said are true, especially those related to Mu Yun."
Mu Qing was no longer curious about what happened between Qing Ying and Mu Yun. He pointed to the top of his head and asked, "What kind of sword formation is this?"
When he discovered that the cold mist was transformed by sword intent, he had guessed that there would be a formation here, but Qingying deliberately led his thoughts in another direction.
It has to be said that Qing Ying made Mu Qing relax his vigilance with his story with Mu Yun.
Qingying smiled and said frankly: "Guiyi Sword Formation."
"If the Sky Changing Sword Formation is the Shuangji Sect's first line of defense against foreign enemies, then the Guiyi Sword Formation is the last line."
"And for those damn sword cultivators, the last sword formation will not be used for defense, so you can enjoy it."
