Time flies and the January period is approaching.
Wanren Mountain was bustling with people. The originally quiet mountain road was filled with people in small groups. Some were admiring the mountain scenery, and some were chatting. One of them mentioned something joyful, and suddenly burst into hearty laughter. The sound of laughter came out. It seemed that he remembered that he was here to participate in the sword burial ceremony. He suddenly felt a little out of control. He hurriedly stopped his laughter, looked around, then collected his emotions, lowered his voice and continued to whisper.
On the sword platform where the disciples of the Sword Sect practice, there are still some disciples doing the necessary daily exercises, and there are many monks from other sects watching and learning, pointing and pointing.
Looking around, four of the five Lotus Peaks are crowded with people. Only one peak is slightly quieter, which is Lianxi Peak, the former residence of Fairy Jinghong.
Only a hundred disciples of Fairy Jinghong lived on the mountain. Later, more than a dozen fairies from Guyue Pavilion were also arranged in the west peak. Firstly, there were few people, and secondly, women liked peace and quiet, so this peak was the most secluded.
Envoys from various sects watching the ceremony continued to come from all directions. Many sects who had not come to the last opening ceremony of Liannan Peak had already arrived in the mountain early. Perhaps because the deceased was a big one, they paid more attention to it; or perhaps they saved it. What other thoughts are unknown.
Although there were many visitors this time, not all of the Zhuxian Formation was withdrawn, and only a welcoming passage was opened directly to the mountain gate.
Perhaps considering that the Sword Master was no longer around, or perhaps because there was no trace of the Sword Sect, and for fear of an accident, there were twice as many disciples patrolling as usual.
I saw sword lights cruising around the Wanren Mountains, and figures kept falling at the mountain gate. Some were wearing red robes, some were wearing purple clothes, some were wearing colorful gauze, or some were wearing gold belts...Looking at how they were dressed, There are swordsmen from both sects, and there are also some casual cultivators with different costumes. Although they have not received the sword order, they still present it as a gift, saying that they want to pay homage to the sword master's relics and give the old sword master a ride.
It was difficult to expel the Yingke disciples directly, so after consulting the Qianqiu Sect Leader, they were also arranged to stay in Yingke Ridge.
The time was getting closer and closer, Yingke Ridge was already full of people, and the number of people registering to visit at the mountain gate was still increasing. Jian Zong had to carve out a place on the mountainside of Nanfeng to accommodate the guests who came to watch the ceremony.
According to the discussion of the welcoming disciple, the number of guests staying in the mountain has exceeded three thousand, including many Nascent Soul monks with advanced realms.
The three major sects of the Fa Sect, except for the Jintian Sect, which did not send anyone to Fengshan, the other two sects were all personally led by their leaders. Such a lineup shows how seriously they attach importance to this matter.
There were more than a hundred sects within the scope of Dongjian Sect, but this time many large and small came. Most of them were led by the leader. Even if the leader did not come forward, several elders were sent. When Lord Huanghe Peak notified them of the unification of the Sword Sect, he was not so active at all. Now they suddenly arrived, presumably with the purpose of exploring the truth.
However, it is human nature. Although the Sword Sect is now unified, its strength is no longer what it used to be. Some people want to reshuffle the cards, while others want to climb to new heights.
This time, I used the sword burial ceremony to see how much strength the Sword Sect had left, and to test the intentions of other sects.
As for the many sects of Fazong, except for a few that have some favorable impressions of Jianzong, most of them come here for the good time. After all, the master of Nanfeng has been rumored to have amazing skills. Secondly, they also come to see Qingfeng Sect and Qingfeng Sect. Gu Yue Pavilion's attitude can also be found from their attitudes to find some clues to facilitate future actions.
Hundreds of sects have different thoughts, and everyone's calculations are crackling, but Liangchen, who is missed by everyone, is in the quiet sword cave, carefully looking at a red sword in the fire cauldron in front of him.
I saw a bottle of spiritual liquid spilling out, and a ball of fire suddenly shot up in the cauldron. In an instant, it turned into a fire snake and slowly twisted forward along the sword body. However, when it reached the halfway point, the fire snake suddenly stopped and said, " With a "bang" sound, it turned into a piece of fire and fell into the cauldron again.
Seeing this strange situation, Liangchen looked startled. After a moment, he grabbed it with one hand and shot the sword into his hand.
"It was only one step away, but it fell short at the last moment!" He gently brushed the sword body with his hand, shook his head helplessly in the end, waved the sword a few times, and threw it in the corner, where there were only a few Put away the waste.
After finishing everything, he opened his mouth and inhaled, and the painted halberd cauldron quickly shrank in size, and was finally absorbed into his dantian.
When quenching just now, for some reason, the sword intention in the sword cave suddenly became chaotic. Such an abnormality also made my heart tremble, and I felt a little uneasy, which was why the sword was not completed in the end.
He released his sword intent and enveloped the entire sword cave. After careful sensing, he found nothing. After doing this several times, he shook his head.
"It must be that I have been refining weapons too frequently recently and I am overworked."
After thinking about it, he took out the thick book of Tianjishu and started to read it.
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At the same time, an old man in soap robe wearing a bamboo hat just walked in front of the mountain gate.
This man's face was sallow, and half of his face was in the shadow of the bamboo hat, making it hard to see clearly. His aura is blurry and hard to distinguish, but he should be in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
"What do you call me, senior? Do you have a sword order?" The welcoming disciple asked respectfully.
"I'm a casual cultivator from Fengdao, and I don't have any sword command." The old man in the hat replied in a sharp voice.
"I'm sorry, senior. We can't enter the mountain without the sword order. Besides, there is no place to welcome guests in the mountain. Senior, please come back." The welcoming disciples looked at each other, then shook their heads and said.
"I met the Sword Master of Nuxiao in my early years. Thanks to his guidance, I was able to advance to the next level. I never thought that the old sword master would suddenly die, so I came all the way to see him off on his last journey." As he spoke, he took off his hat, revealing a pair of pale yellow eyes and gray hair.
His tone was sincere, and there seemed to be a trace of tears trembling in his cloudy eyes.
Seeing this, the welcoming disciple immediately sighed in embarrassment, then after a brief discussion with the disciple next to him, he nodded.
"Qingming, take this senior to the south peak to ask Sendai to rest."
"Thank you very much!" The old man in a bamboo hat thanked him repeatedly, and then followed a young disciple towards the mountains.
