"It is not yet known whether the sword cave can remove the demonic energy from your body, but it is very easy for you to shed a few layers of skin." Nuxiao Sword Master continued.
"As long as you can recover your realm, no matter how much suffering you suffer, it's worth it." Liangchen replied with a firm gaze.
"Haha, your tone of voice sounds like him!"
"But you don't have to worry. I see that your physique is very good. You have actually practiced the body refining technique, and you have already reached the middle stage of the golden elixir. To be able to reach this level by learning the body refining technique, you must have suffered a lot." Nuxiao Sword. Sheng said lightly, but in his heart he was very satisfied with the child in front of him.
Although this person's qualifications are not excellent, he has a gentle yet strong character. You must know that when being probed by Kenshin Tong, not only was his spirit oppressed by the sword's will, but his body also suffered tremendous pain, which was no less than scraping bones and flesh. However, this boy was able to resist without changing his expression.
"It's easy-going but very determined at heart. He really looks a bit like that junior brother!"
"I came to the snow mountain to look for someone but I didn't find you, but I found you! It's fate! Haha..." Nuxiao Sword Master let out a burst of hearty laughter, and then shouted outside: "Come in!"
Sect Leader Qianqiu and Old Man Fengxue heard the sound and pushed open the door. When they saw the Sword Master of Nuxiao smiling and patting Liangchen on the shoulder, they immediately guessed the outcome.
"master!"
"Master!"
"Qianqiu, come here, he is junior brother's only disciple, and he will be your junior brother from now on." Sword Master Nuxiao was in a good mood, pulling Liangchen and saying.
"Master...you mean he is a disciple of Sunset Sword Master?" Qianqiu Sect Master looked at Liangchen and asked.
"Well, you have to take more care of him in the future." Nuxiao Sword Master nodded.
"Disciple understands!" Although Qianqiu Sect Master was surprised, since the master has confirmed it, it is naturally correct. He suppressed the shock in his heart and raised his hands towards Liangchen: "Junior brother, please forgive me, it was my senior brother who was presumptuous just now!"
"Senior brother, you're welcome. I can't blame you for this. It's just too much of a coincidence." Liangchen returned the favor without taking it seriously.
"Junior brother, has the demonic energy in your body asked the master..." Qianqiu asked with concern.
"Master is going to go back and let me go into the Sword Cave and use my sword power to exorcise demons!" Liangchen replied.
Upon hearing the word "Sword Cave", Master Qianqiu's face turned pale. He patted Liangchen's shoulder heavily, his eyes showing more concern.
"It seems that the Sword Cave is not a good place. He should have suffered a lot." Liangchen also saw a clue in his eyes and secretly guessed in his heart.
"Go back and tell the world that the successor of the Sunset Sword Saint has returned to the West Sword Sect. From now on, the swords taken by the junior brother will be under his control, so that you don't have to blame each other."
"he?!"
"This...that...isn't it..." Qianqiu Sect Master suddenly looked surprised when he heard this. He hesitated and didn't know what he wanted to express, but his eyes were more caring.
"What this and that and that!"
"Let's go." Sword Master Nuxiao ordered.
"As ordered." Qianqiu Sect Master immediately stopped talking and nodded in response.
Liangchen didn't know what they were talking about, but he had a vague feeling that it was not a good thing. But now that the matter was over, he thought he wouldn't embarrass a junior too much, so he followed the two of them outside after thinking about it.
After leaving the small building, Qianqiu Sect Master turned to Old Man Xue Feng and said:
"Fengxue, today's events must not be spread to outsiders. I will tell you personally over at Xiling."
"Fengxue understands!" Old Man Fengxue nodded heavily: "It's just about the monster..."
"I will go to Xiling to inform my senior brother about the monster and ask him to send someone to eliminate the monster."
"Thank you, Sect Master." Old Man Fengxue immediately nodded his thanks.
Several people followed Old Man Fengxue as he moved to the teleportation pavilion. A burst of light rose and several people disappeared.
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Zhongzhou is divided into nine states, and the two snow-white states have the most unique scenery.
There are rolling snow-capped mountains in Selangor, and there are winding white rivers in Baizhou. The snow-capped mountains lie still like ice dragons, and the white river roars like a sea dragon.
Between stillness and movement, everything in the world is nurtured.
The Baihe River rises from snow-capped mountains and melts ice peaks into tens of thousands of tributaries, and finally converges into the largest river in Zhongzhou within Baizhou.
Due to the extremely high terrain and thousands of years of erosion, both sides of the bank are covered with steep peaks and cliffs.
At the intersection of the tributaries, there are steep green mountains, like swords piercing the sky.
Looking from a distance, you can see a cloud and mist surrounded by thousands of winds and thousands of mountains covered with stars, just like a fairyland on earth!
The world-famous Xi Jian Sect is located in this smoky landscape.
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Half a month later.
Three sword lights streaked across the blue sky, one was as light as smoke, one was as bright as autumn water, and the other... was crooked and shaky!
There was also a person standing on the sword, shouting incessantly, as if the colored dots accidentally spilled on the ink painting were slightly abrupt.
"Senior Brother Qianqiu! Wait for me!"
"Uncle! Slow down!"
But the two sword lights did not stop at all, leaving two thin sword marks in the sky and shooting into the distance.
Seeing the sword light getting further and further away, the man on the sword became more and more anxious.
"Why is this sword control technique so difficult! Forget it, I won't practice anymore!"
"The wings are still comfortable!"
As he spoke, the sword light at the young man's feet converged and turned into a thin line, flew into his mouth and disappeared. At the same time, a burst of light flashed from behind, and two two-color wings stretched out, like a big eagle. With a sudden blow, the whole person turned into a thin line. Chase forward.
But even so, the two sword lights became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared into a cloud of mist.
The group of people was none other than Liangchen and the others. After several teleportations, they finally arrived at the shore of the White River from the foot of the snow-capped mountains.
As for this last section of the road into the mountain, there is no teleportation array, so you have to fly with your sword.
Liangchen had also learned the sword-controlling technique from his clan before, but it was a low-level technique. Not only was it slow, but he also had to stand on the sword. This was completely different from the sword-controlling technique of his senior brother and uncle who combined human and human swords.
No, I got a piece of Sword Escape Technique from my senior brother. After pondering for more than ten days, I found that it was still as slow as a snail.
When the opportunity was right to catch up, a hundred miles ahead, thin sword lights shuttled back and forth between a tall mountain peak, as if thousands of bees were flying in and out of their nests.
Suddenly at the top of the highest peak, an invisible sword shadow floated down, a gust of wind blew up, and an old man walked out.
A thin sword with glistening autumn water fell down behind him, transforming into a middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"Welcome Master back to the mountain!"
"Congratulations to welcome Master back to the mountain!"
When the four sword-wielding men in green shirts saw the visitor, their faces immediately changed and they bowed to greet him.
"Master, who are you waiting for?" Seeing that the two figures had not moved, one person asked softly.
"Waiting for your little uncle!" the Confucian scholar replied with a smile.
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