For several days in a row, there was an endless stream of guests. When the newly built reception hall at Nanfeng gradually became full, the time for the sword burial ceremony was finally approaching.
It was early morning.
The sky was slightly brighter, and a ray of dawn broke through the clouds and fell on the peaks of Wanren Mountain, dyeing the peaks of the five Lotus Peaks with golden light.
The square of the main hall of Lianxin Peak in the center was densely packed with monks from hundreds of sects in different costumes.
They all stood solemnly in groups of three or five, looking at the empty jade seat on the high platform from time to time.
Except for a few teams of guarding swordsmen left behind by the Sword Sect, all the others disappeared, and no one knew where they were.
As time passed, the rising sun gradually rose, and its light quietly moved down from the peak, and finally reached the mountainside, falling on everyone's shoulders.
It took a long time for the host to show up, but someone finally got impatient and started whispering.
On the back mountain of Lianxin Peak, a thatched hut was surrounded by water.
The thatched cottage is not big, and there is a broken wooden sign hanging on it. Three words are written in silver with a stylus: Lotus Leaf Pavilion!
This is the former residence of the Sword Saint of Nuxiao.
There were three people standing in front of the room, led by Fairy Jinghong, followed by Liangchen and Qianqiu Sect Masters. Behind the three people were Elder Ciyun and Huanghe Peak Master, and at the outermost were thousands of Sword Sect disciples.
When Jian Zong was surrounded, Sword Master Nuxiao had already had a premonition that he would not be able to escape the disaster. He had already made clear arrangements for his future affairs, one of which was to burn the thatched cottage. He said that he had been used to this thatched cottage for a long time and hoped that he could also burn it. He was brought to the underworld, so before the sword burial ceremony, Qianqiu Sect Leader planned to burn the thatched cottage first.
Who would have thought that Fairy Jinghong would also come to see her senior brother's former residence, but now she stood here looking at it for a long time before entering the house.
Everyone was motionless, waiting for Fairy Jinghong to speak, but seeing that the auspicious moment was approaching, Fairy Jinghong remained motionless, as if she had been cast a restraining spell, staring at the broken wooden sign hanging on the thatched house with her eyes. Gradually, tears slowly overflowed and swayed, almost filling my eyes.
"Brother, why are you doing this!!"
I don’t know how long it took, but she finally whispered, her voice was so low that only Qianqiu Sect Leader and Liangchen behind her could hear a few words.
"Uncle Master, the guests over there are waiting." Qianqiu Sect Master reminded him softly.
Hearing this, Fairy Jinghong slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of hot tears were squeezed out of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and falling on some green grass at the door of the thatched cottage.
The next moment, she opened her eyes again and stepped into the thatched cottage. Qianqiu Sect Leader and Liangchen also hurriedly followed.
Everything in the room is spotless, as if the owner was resting in the room yesterday, but no one has been there for half a year.
Fairy Jinghong looked at the things in the room carefully, as if she wanted to engrave them all in her mind.
After waiting for about half a cup of tea, seeing that Qianqiu Sect Leader was a little anxious, Fairy Jinghong finally put her hands behind her hands and came out, and the two of them finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Seeing Fairy Jinghong coming out of the thatched hut, Qianqiu Sect Leader flicked his hand, and a ball of flame instantly fell on the thatched hut. With a "soaring" sound, the flames jumped several feet, and then spread down along the thatch.
The tables, chairs, and benches in the room were all made of wood. The fire immediately enveloped the entire thatched cottage. There was a burst of crackling sounds, and only the skeleton of the thatched cottage was burned. After hearing several loud crackling sounds, the beams and columns collapsed, and the door panels fell to the ground. The thatched cottage was reduced to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qianqiu Sect Master waved his hand again, and a dark cloud gathered above his head, and it started to rain "crackingly".
The heavy raindrops hit the black vegetation and ashes, splashing up clouds of smoke, as if the eyes of the Jinghong Fairy were misty.
"Uncle Master, the time has come." Qianqiu Sect Master reminded again.
Only then did Fairy Jinghong regain her composure and flew up towards Lianxin Peak.
The guests in the main hall got the news that a sword burial ceremony was held at three o'clock in the morning, so people came early.
Who would have thought that after waiting for a long time, when the time was about to pass, there was still no one in charge of the Sword Sect, and some grumpy monks were already making noises.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, a long rainbow flew over, followed closely by thousands of colorful and different swords.
All the light disappeared, revealing everyone in the Sword Sect.
The scene suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the leading woman.
This woman has a sad face, and her aura is like that of a moon palace fairy, with a hint of coldness.
There are some fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but he still looks like he is looking at the moon by the water, which makes people look at him with pity.
"Fairy Jinghong!" A name suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.
"I apologize for the delay due to business issues! Today's ceremony will be hosted by Master Jinghong." Qianqiu Sect Leader introduced while cupping his hands in apology.
It is indeed Fairy Jinghong!
"I've seen Fairy Jinghong!" Everyone didn't dare to show off, so they all greeted her.
After all, Fairy Jinghong is in the same realm as the masters of several sects. In terms of seniority, at least one generation higher.
Moreover, among the four great sword masters, Jinghong Sword Master is the least present in the world. After establishing the Zhanyou Pavilion, he has never left the mountain gate. If it were not for the funeral ceremony of the Nuxiao Sword Master, everyone would be completely helpless. There was no chance to see her, so although there were thousands of people in the venue, only a few of them had seen her true face.
The dissatisfaction that I had been waiting for for a long time disappeared immediately. After all, just this aspect alone would be enough to brag about for decades when I go back!
At the same time, spiritual thoughts passed through the scene like a breeze. In an instant, countless people were secretly using secret techniques to sense the realm of Jinghong Fairy.
It's a pity that most of them returned without success, and only a few people showed a trace of surprise on their faces.
"Thank you all for coming to attend Senior Brother's sword burial ceremony and send him on his last journey. Thank you very much!" Fairy Jinghong quickly scanned everyone's faces and then said.
No one in the audience dared to accept her thank you, they all shouted that they didn't dare.
"Please give me swords, gongs and golden drums!" As Fairy Jinghong spoke, she held out a simple long sword with a beast's mouth that could swallow walls.
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