Guo Chuanlin understood his master's intention. Wei Dinghai was born in a famous family and was a young swordsman. He had never seen a fight in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The whirling sword of the sad wind was so fierce and powerful that the force of the sword would snatch away his mind. If you die, you will be injured. If you can't live with your face, it will hurt the friendship between the two factions. It is better to show your methods and make them retreat when they see difficulties.
He lifted the Taiyue Divine Sword and took half a step. There was a low crackling sound in the joints of his spine. It spread to his shoulders, back, arms and legs like water ripples, as dense as exploding beans. The Divine Sword buzzed in his palm, and a flash of brilliance flowed uncertainly. , like a living creature. All the disciples of the Huashan Sect were shocked. No one present could recognize his starting move.
The mountain wind rushed into the Lunar New Year Hall, the candlelight swayed, and the light and darkness were uncertain. Guo Chuanlin took advantage of the situation and spread out his body skills. He and his sword swirled into a black shadow, drawing a strange arc and passing between the five giant candles. Suddenly returned to the original position. Everyone's eyes were dimmed as the Taiyue Divine Sword burst out into a blur of cold light, and it disappeared quickly. The five giant candles were still inserted into the candlesticks without any movement.
Ding Shuanghe couldn't hide his surprise. He stood up slowly and clapped vigorously: "Wonderful! Extremely wonderful! Master Li, the Huashan Sect has such outstanding disciples. We, the Songshan Sect, can't help but feel inferior." Applause echoed in the New Year Hall, with five ounces of applause. The giant butter candles were shaken and all collapsed. The candle segments of different sizes fell to the ground. The fractures were as smooth as a mirror, either straight or slanted, and no two segments were exactly the same.
Li Shi smiled and said: "Master Ding is ridiculous." Guo Chuanlin is worthy of being one of the best people in the Qingcheng sect who has placed high hopes on him. In just a few years, he has mastered the Sorrowful Wind Whirlwind Sword to such a level that he can hit the target directly and twist it. Zhongqiu, whirling at extremely high speed, fired thirty-two swords in a row, with the force controlled just right. The sword edge cut through the giant candle but did not bring it down. This is also the reason why Li Yizhu borrowed the Taiyue Divine Sword. Replacing it with an ordinary sword would not have such a shocking effect.
Zhou Ke could hardly believe his eyes. The new disciple his senior brother had accepted turned out to be a rare swordsmanship prodigy that could only be seen in a hundred years. He had been so quiet before, was he deliberately hiding his clumsiness? His eyes fell on the vest, armbands and leggings that Guo Chuanlin had taken off, and he suddenly felt enlightened. He thought to himself: "The basic skills of Changzhimen really make sense. It is filled with iron sand and stays with you for many years. No wonder Once you get rid of your burdens, you will become two different people. Senior brother, senior brother, you have really trained a good disciple. Among the three generations of disciples of the five peaks and five branches, no one can stop his thunderous strike!"
Wei Dinghai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was extremely embarrassed. Guo Chuanlin's swordsmanship was so powerful that he could destroy everything, and he was fierce and ruthless. If he ended up like those giant butter candles, he would be cut into pieces before he had time to react. part. Without waiting for the master's instructions, he said dejectedly: "There is no need to compete. Junior Brother Guo's swordsmanship is superb. I am ashamed of myself."
Ding Shuanghe twirled his beard and laughed. It was an unexpected surprise that Li Yizhu was so good. He needed good looks and talented people. Ding Qian entrusted him with this son. It was a perfect match.
Li Shi made his words clear: "Master Ding, my disciple has extraordinary qualifications and is young and promising. Can you tolerate this?"
Ding Shuanghe hesitated for a moment and looked back at his granddaughter. Ding Qian listened to every word the two said. She knew very early on that this marriage was related to the rise and fall of the Songshan Sect. She had no choice but to make the decision herself. For the sake of the Songshan Sect, she had no choice but to accept the fate. Since grandpa has chosen the Huashan sect’s Changzhi and Guo Chuanlin, he is his beloved and his husband. She raised her head and glanced at Guo Chuanlin quickly, and saw him standing tall with the Taiyue Divine Sword in his hand, his expression in high spirits. She felt a slight movement in her heart, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.
Seeing that his granddaughter remained silent, Ding Shuanghe was obviously quite satisfied with his son. He was also a decisive person, and he immediately nodded and said: "This time the two factions are participating in the grand event. The Songshan faction is willing to join Jiwei. Qian'er's life-long event will be the same." And thank you, Master Li, for taking the trouble!"
These words jumped into her ears like thunder, and Qin Rong's face suddenly turned pale. Her body trembled slightly, her hands clenched into fists, and her nails pierced into her palms, as if she didn't realize it. "It turns out...it turns out...Master Ding is here to pick a husband for his granddaughter..." How she hoped that Guo Chuanlin would look back at her and refuse flatly, but she also knew deep down in her heart that doing so would be a deception. Ancestor, to smear the faces of the Huashan and Songshan sects in public, there is no room for ambiguity in matters of right and wrong. Guo Chuanlin would never be so unwise.
Li Yizhu felt a little unbearable, but then he thought about it, Guo Chuanlin married Ding Shuanghe's granddaughter, and the two sects of Songshan and Huashan became Qin and Jin. At the same time, he also cut off his daughter's thoughts. It was done in one fell swoop. It didn't hurt Qin Rong to suffer some grievances. He patted his apprentice on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you thank the master quickly!"
Guo Chuanlin knelt on his knees and thanked his master for borrowing the sword. He held up the Taiyue Divine Sword with both hands and handed it to his master respectfully. Li Yizhu took the sword, returned it to its sheath, and returned it to the master. Li Shi hung the sword on his waist and said with a smile: "Yizhu, this sword is destined for your disciple!"
This statement was profound and everyone was amazed. People with quick thinking have realized that Head Li seemed to hint in public that the position of head of the sect will be passed to Guo Chuanlin through Li Yizhu, and the Huashan sect and Songshan sect will also Guo and Ding are more closely connected because of their marriage. This is a major event that will change the future of the world. Although the peak masters and elders of the Yuntai, Lotus, Chaoyang, and Jade Girl branches were dissatisfied, Guo Chuanlin's tragic wind whirling sword was so fierce that the three generations of disciples under his sect were not up to par, and no one could compete with them, so they had to swallow it for the time being. Take this breath.
Ding Shuanghe breathed a long sigh of relief. He suddenly felt that lowering his head and going to Huashan this time was the right choice. His granddaughter would be trusted throughout his life, and the Songshan sect would have a bright future!
Li Yizhu's mood was a little complicated. He still couldn't let go of Guo Chuanlin's origins. He used Miss Qian's excuse to explore the ancestral grave of the Qian family in Huating Town, but he seemed to have no idea. With such a talented person, even the headmaster personally praised him, and he intended to pass on the Taiyue Divine Sword to him. Was he worried too much? Did you worry about gains and losses before? Did you miss a good son-in-law? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at his daughter. There was no disappointment on Li Qixian's face. Instead, he looked at Qin Rong worriedly, as if he was deeply worried about her.
In the Lunar New Year Hall of Shibaliping, Guo Chuanlin became famous in one battle and attracted everyone's attention. It was not until this moment that he gained a firm foothold in the Huashan Sect and emerged. Wei Dinghai of the Songshan Sect, the leader of the "Seven Killing Swords", became A firefly that does not overestimate its own capabilities and competes with the bright moon. The world of rivers and lakes is such a reality. The strong are respected and the winner takes all. How can the golden scale be a thing in the pond? It turns into a dragon when encountering the storm. A broad road appears at the feet of Guo Chuanlin.
No one asked him whether he was willing or not. Li Shi, the leader of the Huashan Sect, did not ask. Ding Shuanghe, the leader of the Songshan Sect, did not ask, including his cheap master Li Yizhu. Guo Chuanlin was a smart man and knew how to choose. Changes can change. Accepting what cannot be changed, he said nothing, just raised his head and glanced at the future bride, and his eyes happened to meet Ding Qian's.
The four eyes met each other, and the affection was endless. Qin Rong couldn't help but feel sad, and two lines of clear tears rolled down to the ground. "Avalokitesvara" Feng Di didn't notice her apprentice's gaffe at all. From the moment Guo Chuanlin stepped into the Lunar New Year Hall, she stared at him intently, her eyebrows raised, her eyes full of resentment and violence.
