Yajianju!
It is located on a side peak southwest of the Nirvana Hall.
Judging from the appearance, Yajianju is just like its name, elegant and clean.
There is no gorgeous decoration or complicated structure, it is just a simple and chic cabin.
Under the leadership of Guan Xiang, Xiao Nuo came to this elegant hut.
On the way here, Guan Xiang said nothing.
Not even a word was spoken.
Xiao Nuo could clearly feel that Guan Xiang was trying hard to suppress his emotions.
"Go in!" Guan Xiang's eyes turned red, and then he took Xiao Nuo through the door.
Inside the house!
The environment is simple and elegant, and the house is transparent and bright.
In a room, several familiar figures gradually entered Xiao Nuo's eyes.
It was Lou Qing, Lan Meng, Chang Qing and other senior brothers and sisters who received him yesterday.
Guan thought, Xiao Nuo walked into the room.
The atmosphere inside was heavy.
Lan Meng's eyes were red, and she had obviously just cried.
Chang Qing lowered his head, clenched his fists, and looked gloomy.
However, Lou Qing, the leader of the disciples in Nirvana Hall, stood there in silence.
In the middle of the room, there is a rectangular piano stand with a guqin on it.
The guqin has seven strings, but three of them are broken.
The body of the piano is covered with sword marks. It is conceivable that the three strings were probably broken by the sword energy.
Behind the piano table is a bed.
There was a person lying on the bed.
The man was very thin, so thin that only skin and bones were left. His entire face had no color at all, and even the vitality emanating from him could hardly be felt.
But even for such a person, one can still see a hint of elegance that has not completely dissipated between his brows.
"Yes, is Guan Xiang here?" the thin young man on the bed said feebly.
Guan Xiang, who was standing by the door, was shaken, and his tears suddenly burst out.
He quickly stepped forward and knelt down beside the bed with a plop.
"Junior brother Guan Xiang, come to see Senior Brother Lu Zhu off...finally, a journey!"
Guan Xiang tightly grasped a corner of his clothes with both hands. Even though he tried his best to suppress his emotions, the sadness in his pupils was constantly magnifying.
"Ha..." Lu Zhu, who was lying on the bed, squeezed out a smile. He looked sideways at Guan Xiang: "You are the most kind-hearted person in our Nirvana Palace, but you must remember that kindness is reserved for those around you. It is useless. Being kind will only harm yourself."
"Yes!" Guan Xiang's voice trembled: "I will keep what Senior Brother Lu Zhu said in mind."
Lu Zhu took a deep breath. At this moment, he seemed to have difficulty even breathing: "Lou Qing, among the many brothers and sisters, you have the calmest mind. The heavy responsibility of managing the Nirvana Palace will fall on you. You must Carry forward the Nirvana Palace..."
Lou Qing clenched his hands into fists and nodded solemnly.
"Lan Meng..." Lu Zhu's voice was ethereal.
Lan Meng had tears in her eyes: "Senior brother, I am..."
"You used to often come to me to share the secrets in your heart, and you would come to me to cry because of a little grievance. In my heart, you are like my biological sister. After today, we will say goodbye forever. Senior brother, I only wish you peace and joy in the future. You get what you want.”
"And Chang Qing..." Lu Zhu looked at the other person: "Senior brother, I can't wait for the day when you become a sword king. Forgive... senior brother!"
"Senior brother..." Chang Qing closed her eyes deeply, grief occupying her heart.
Lan Meng turned back and leaned on Lou Qing's shoulder, tears flowing uncontrollably.
Guan Xiang gritted his teeth and said: "There will be a way, senior brother, I will definitely find a way to save you. I will go find the sect master right away. The sect master will definitely have a way to save your life..."
Lu Zhu raised his hand tremblingly: "Don't waste everyone's time. It will be painful for me to live another day."
"Senior brother..."
"I think that my Nirvana Palace was once extremely glorious and dominated all the palaces of the Piaomiao Sect. Now it is depressed and defeated when my soul returns. After my death, I am ashamed of my master and my other brothers..."
There was a sense of sadness in Lu Zhu's words.
Guan Xiang seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly shook his head: "Brother, our Nirvana Hall will get better, and it will definitely return to its heyday. Do you know? Our new junior brother in Nirvana Hall is a top evildoer. He is the new king of Piaomiao Sect this year..."
Guan Xiang quickly looked at the door: "Junior brother Xiao Nuo, come here. I came here to meet senior brother Lu Zhu..."
Everyone turned to Xiao Nuo.
Xiao Nuo did not hesitate and walked up to Lu Zhu under the gaze of everyone.
"Junior brother Xiao Nuo, I have met senior brother Lu Zhu!" Xiao Nuo clasped his hands in fists and bowed in salute.
Guan Xiang said excitedly: "Senior Brother Lu Zhu, even the strongest newcomers in the sect are here. Our Nirvana Palace will rise and rise again!"
"Okay, okay, that's great..." Lu Zhu smiled, with a hint of relief in his smile. He looked at Xiao Nuo, a ray of light appeared in his dark pupils: "Senior brother, I have nothing to give you. This is "Jianqin Minghe Pu" records what I have learned in my life. You can take it and study it with several senior brothers and sisters. I hope it will be helpful to you in your cultivation..."
As Lu Zhu spoke, he slowly took out an ancient scroll from his side and handed it to Xiao Nuo.
Xiao Nuo's heart moved slightly, but he did not refuse.
He took the scroll with both hands and said solemnly: "Thank you, senior brother, for the gift. Xiao Nuo will read it carefully."
"Okay, okay..." Lu Zhu said "good" again. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with Xiao Nuo when they met for the first time.
Then he pointed to the piano platform: "Guan Xiang, go and get the 'Mingyue Qin' for me."
"Yes, senior brother!" Guan Xiang nodded, and then brought the guqin with three broken strings and sword marks in front of Lu Zhu.
Lu Zhu tried to sit up, but as he was already on his deathbed, he couldn't even do this little thing.
Lan Meng and Chang Qing quickly went up to support Lu Zhu.
With the support of several people, Lu Zhu sat up diagonally, holding the 'Ming Yue Qin' in one hand and gently stroking the body of the Qin with the other.
"Ming Yueqin, old friend... I couldn't lead you to defeat that person after all... I couldn't fulfill Master's last wish after all... I couldn't avenge my other brothers after all..."
"I hate it so much, I'm unwilling..."
Lu Zhu burst into tears and cried blood every word. Finally, with a "pop" sound, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he fell in front of everyone.
When his arm dropped, his fingertips touched the strings of the Dark Moon Piano, and a short and rapid sound was like his last cry in the world.
Xiao Nuo's pupils shrank, and he was a little caught off guard.
A few drops of blood splashed on the back of his hand, which was cold and without warmth.
Lan Meng, Chang Qing, Guan Xiang and others all cried sadly and called each other's names loudly, but Lu Zhu did not open his eyes again after all.
Lou Qing raised his head, closed his eyes deeply, then turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word.
…
An hour later.
Nirvana Hall.
The majestic hall exudes a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
A brand new coffin was placed at the door of the hall, with Lou Qing, Lan Meng, Chang Qing, Guan Xiang, Xiao Nuo and others standing on both sides.
"Do you want to notify the acting palace master to come back?" Lan Meng asked Lou Qing beside him.
The latter shook his head slightly: "No need!"
Lan Meng said nothing.
Lou Qing continued: "Put Senior Brother Lu Zhu in!"
There was a trace of confusion in Xiao Nuo's eyes.
Where to put it?
Shouldn't Lu Zhu be buried in peace?
Judging from the looks of the few people, it seemed that they were about to put Lu Zhu's coffin into the main hall.
"Yes!" Chang Qing, Guan Xiang, and two other disciples lifted Lu Zhu's coffin and entered the hall.
Xiao Nuo became increasingly puzzled.
Lan Meng walked over with tears on her face that had not yet dried up: "Let's go meet the other senior brothers and sisters!"
Xiao Nuo was startled.
After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Nuo walked into the main hall.
The first step into the palace, an icy chill invaded, and then, a shocking scene impacted Xiao Nuo's visual nerves.
In the main hall, there were a total of six coffins placed.
Including Lu Zhu's one, there are seven in total.
"This is it?" Xiao Nuo's pupils shrank, and his heart was throbbing.
This was something he didn't expect.
He looked at Lan Meng beside him. The latter pursed her lips and her tearful eyes were full of cold light. She gritted her teeth and said, "Among these seven coffins are the seven strongest disciples of the Nirvana Palace!"
"What?" Xiao Nuo was even more surprised.
…
After a while!
The edge of a steep cloud peak.
"Were you scared just now? Have you calmed down a little?" Guan Xiang walked to Xiao Nuo's side.
Xiao Nuo looked at the other party squarely: "What happened in the Nirvana Palace?"
"Are you not clear at all?"
"I came to Piaomiao Sect as a temporary decision. I don't know much about this sect."
"I see..." Guan Xiang sighed and walked to the edge of the cliff, standing side by side with Xiao Nuo.
"The origin of the matter begins eight years ago..."
Guan wanted to start telling.
"Eight years ago, the Nirvana Palace was at its peak of splendor and was the first of the five palaces of the Piaomiao Sect. The master of the palace, Ying Wuya, was a peerless powerful man known as the 'Piaomiao Sect's First Sword'. At the same time, he was also in charge of the Piaomiao Sect's first sword. A sword: Sky Burial Sword!"
Sky Burial Sword!
These three words made Xiao Nuo's mind stir slightly.
"The turning point of the matter started with a 'sword showdown' between the Piaomiao Sect and the Tiangang Sword Sect... Eight years ago, the palace master Ying Wuya faced the strongest swordsman 'Feng Jinxiu' of the Tiangang Sword Sect. The Tiangang Sword Sect started with Ten rare mineral veins were used as bargaining chips, and the Piaomiao Sect used the 'Sky Burial Sword' as a bet..."
"In that duel, almost everyone was optimistic about the master of the palace, Ying Wuya. Although the Tiangang Sword Sect is famous for its swordsmanship, the master of the palace Ying Wuya is a swordsman who is rare to see in a thousand years. Before that, both of them were aware of it. We have had several private confrontations, and the palace master always has the upper hand. Plus with the 'Sky Burial Sword' in hand, we have absolute confidence in that battle."
"But...the palace master, lost!"
Guan Xiang's voice contained deep loneliness.
To this day, he still can't believe that the master of Ying Wuya Palace would be defeated in that battle eight years ago.
"The palace master was not only defeated, but his opponent's sword energy shattered his Dantian, and his body was crippled. In addition, he lost the Sky Burial Sword... Since then, the Nirvana Palace has been nailed to the 'Pillar of Shame'."
"Originally, after that battle, the Lord of the Palace would assume the position of the leader of the Piaomiao Sect... But, he lost..."
Guan wanted to look Xiao Nuo in the face, his eyes were full of helplessness.
He lost!
Ying Wuya himself was reduced to a useless person, and he also lost the Piaomiao Sect's number one sword: the Sky Burial Sword. This brought shame to the entire Nirvana Hall.
"If you lose, everything will be lost! In less than half a year, the unhappy palace master died alone in the 'Broken Sword Valley'..."
Hearing these words, Xiao Nuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was even more surprised.
The death of the palace master Ying Wuya dramatically accelerated the decline of the Nirvana Palace. The senior leaders of the Piaomiao Sect tried to help the Nirvana Palace several times, but to no avail.
Because in the eyes of the world, the Nirvana Hall is a shame to the sect, because a Nirvana Hall has lost the face of the entire Miao Miao Sect.
In the many confrontations between the Piaomiao Sect and the Tiangang Sword Sect, none of the insults endured could compare to the seizure of the 'Sky Burial Sword'.
"What about the coffin in the main hall? Where did Senior Brother Lu Zhu's injuries come from?"
"well!"
Mentioning this, the hatred in Guan Xiang's eyes became stronger, and the sadness became even stronger.
He said: "After the palace master was defeated by Feng Jinxiu, the Tiangang Sword Sect made insulting remarks: the Jianzong allowed the Piaomiao Sect to send a disciple to the Tiangang Sword Sect every other year to 'beg for a sword'..."
"Asking for a sword?" Xiao Nuo's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Yes, the rule of sword fighting is that as long as you can defeat the people sent by the Tiangang Sword Sect, you can take back the 'Sky Burial Sword', but..."
Guan Xiang's eyes turned red and his knuckles crackled as he spoke word by word: "In the past seven years, all the seven disciples sent out by the Nirvana Palace...were defeated!"
Lost!
The two words in Guan Xiang's mouth were full of great reluctance, and even more so, full of deep helplessness.
"This is the Tiangang Sword Sect's method of insulting the Nirvana Palace, and it is also the Tiangang Sword Sect's method of suppressing the Piaomiao Sect. But there is no other way. If the Nirvana Palace loses the Sky Burial Sword, it is natural that the disciples of the Nirvana Palace must take it back in person, but... every time What comes next year is greater humiliation and more trauma..."
Guan Xiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his mood became increasingly unstable.
In the past eight years, he has witnessed the Nirvana Palace go from its peak to decline, and even witnessed the failure of the palace master Ying Wuya and the seven strongest disciples.
"Seven people, the seven most talented senior brothers and sisters, all had their veins severed, their Dantian shattered, and even their spines cut off by the Sword Sect's challengers... They came back covered in blood, helpless and He died in despair. Four months ago, Senior Brother Lu Zhu went to the Tiangang Sword Sect to ask for a sword. In the end, the strings of the Mingyue Qin were broken... The sect had exhausted all means and could only barely let him continue his life. Today, even he... gone!"
Guan Xiang had tears in her eyes, but they were more angry, more sad, and more helpless.
In Xiao Nuo's mind, he recalled how Lu Zhu was crying every word in Yajianju just now. At this moment, he finally understood why the other party was so sad and unwilling.
"Those seven people sent by Tiangang Sword Sect are really vicious." Xiao Nuo's eyes were filled with coldness.
Guan Xiang shook his head: "There are not seven people. From the beginning to the end, the Tiangang Sword Sect only sent one person..."
"Alone?" Xiao Nuo was puzzled.
"That's right, from the time when the first senior brother came to the Sword Sect to ask for a sword seven years ago, to when senior brother Lu Zhu went there last year, the Tiangang Sword Sect has always sent one person. Seven years ago, that person was only thirteen years old. He just turned twenty this year...he killed seven of the top geniuses in our Nirvana Hall..."
"Who is that person?"
"That person is..." Guan Xiang narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "The son of Feng Jinxiu who defeated the palace master back then is also the young sect leader of today's Gang Sword Sect... Feng Hanyu!"
What?
Young master of the Tiangang Sword Sect?
These words fell in Xiao Nuo's ears, and a thick chill took over Xiao Nuo's face...
