The ribbon around Xu Jiaohe's waist transformed into a soft sword, hanging between the two of them.
Its edge was thinner than the tip of an ordinary knife. When it collided with Xue Congjie's spiritual power, it made a sound like gold and stone.
Xu Jiaohe stared, not knowing whether to look at the soft sword or Xue Congjie's wonderful face.
"Isn't this Qingyou, the last weapon that Daojun Wuyan personally crafted decades ago?"
After all the silence passed, the knowledgeable Pavilion Master revealed the origin of the soft sword in a trembling voice.
The spirit sword showed its power, and all the shackles on Xu Jiaohe's body were removed, and his brain became alive.
What Qingyou?
Isn't this a gift that Ji Ruotan gave to himself a few days before he died?
...Apart from the fact that you need to give it a name before you can wear it, there doesn’t seem to be anything special about it.
Xu Jiaohe searched through the memories in his mind and finally remembered the name he had chosen for Ruanjian.
"Liu, Liu Yao?"
She tried calling out.
The extremely different names and painting styles caused the pavilion masters and disciples who fell into a state of fanaticism to become silent when they saw Wuyan Daojun's masterpiece.
The soft sword responded quickly, and the sword made another crisp buzz.
Very good.
Even if Ji Ruotan was not around, with his magic weapon protecting him, he expected that he would not have to die.
Xu Jiaohe relaxed and returned to the look of raising her eyes and softening her bones: "I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill the elder's wish today."
"Xu Jiaohe, why don't you put Qingyou away yet!"
"Have you forgotten that Yunxian Sect is not allowed to reveal weapons at will?"
Xue Congjie no longer cared about the superficial politeness and scolded categorically.
"I'm just a mortal. This is my husband's spiritual sword. How can I use it?"
Xu Jiaohe raised her eyebrows and deliberately looked embarrassed.
Her appearance in Xue Congjie's eyes undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
Xue Congjie raised his voice and asked for the last time: "Will you accept it or not?"
"But I really don't-"
At the end of Xu Jiaohe's words, she turned into a scream.
She saw Xue Congjie's ten fingers changing gestures at an extremely fast speed, and then a bronze sword with restrained brilliance appeared out of thin air.
The roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger, the magnificent movement, carrying the power of thunder, was about to stab Liu Yao who was protecting her in front of her.
"Congjie——"
"Elders must not—"
Two completely different male voices came from the front and back of the Mirror Hall.
On one end is Mei Lin, who uses magic techniques to move the whisk in an attempt to protect Xu Jiaohe, while on the other end is You Wenyu, whose spiritual power is faster than his words.
The light blue mist overflowed silently from his palm, like a meandering dragon and snake, spreading and expanding, covering the entire Xu Jiaohe River. The bronze sword Xue Congjie summoned to challenge Fei Liuyao condensed on the thin layer. The surface of the fog barrier rotates to prevent entry.
The spiritual power, which is darker than the mist, is centered on the sword tip and overflows like ripples in all directions.
Xue Congjie missed his first blow, and when he was preparing for his second attack, his wrist was tangled in Elder Bingli's fly whisk.
These few seconds were enough for You Wenyu to fly to Xu Jiaohe's side, pinch his fingers, and neutralize the lingering power of the bronze sword that had nowhere to be released.
After rescuing Xu Jiaohe, he stopped making unnecessary movements and moved the barrier to compete with the bronze sword. He cupped his fists and saluted, saying: "Disciple You Wenyu has met the law enforcement elder. The situation was crisis just now. I have offended many people. I hope the elder will do it." I can understand."
Xue Congjie had a calm face and did not respond.
His whole mind was devoted to solving the problem of dusting his wrist, but unexpectedly, Mei Lin's knot became tighter and tighter.
Xue Congjie turned around and shouted: "Why do you all stop me!"
After he said this, he didn't use any force to fight with You Wenyu with his bronze sword.
There was a soft sound, and the bronze sword returned to his palm.
Seeing this, You Wenyu also put away his spiritual barrier. He crossed Xu Jiaohe's shoulder, asked her to protect him behind him, and asked calmly: "The disciple felt the breath of the soul-searching technique in the air. I wonder if the elder intends to use it on the master's wife?" On your body?"
"So what?"
Xue Congjie said confidently, "Compared with the cause of Wuyan Daojun's death, the life of an ordinary person is not worth pitying!"
"Elder, you are wrong. Master's wife is not an ordinary person."
You Wenyu stood up straight and said firmly, "She is a Taoist monk who has performed a bonding ceremony with the master."
His words put the issue that everyone tried to ignore back on the table. This move made Xue Congjie's eyes become colder.
"As a disciple, how can you not care about the cause of Master's death?"
Xue Congjie raised his head, his eyes met You Wenyu who was much taller than him, and he scolded him with consternation.
"Once a teacher, always a father, of course Wen Yu cares about it." Faced with Xue Congjie's rebuke, You Wenyu was neither humble nor arrogant, "It's just that the master and his mother are one. Since the master has destroyed the Tao, I should owe this kindness." Pay it forward to Master Mu."
"What's more, my master's wife is not unwilling to cooperate. She told me everything she saw and heard, and I reported it to the sect leader on my behalf."
"Elders, why do you need to force each other so hard?"
"If Master Quanxia knew what was going on today, I don't know how much desolation would arise in my heart."
At the end of the sound, there was a choked vibrato.
Xu Jiaohe huddled behind You Wenyu, and when she heard him mention Xiaoyi's kindness, she knew that the law enforcement elder would definitely lose this battle.
No wonder, in Yunxian Sect, no one can compare to Ji Ruotan's only disciple in terms of speaking skills.
She leaned against You Wenyu and secretly looked at the pavilion masters and disciples present with her peripheral vision, seeing expressions of emotion on their faces.
I felt even more proud.
Having said that, if Xue Congjie still insists on doing it, he will offend the public.
As expected, Xue Congjie's promotion to the position of law enforcement elder was not a one-track mind.
He took a step back, suppressed his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
"Master is deceased, everything in Huaiyuan Peak should be inherited by Master."
You Wenyu spoke frankly about what he had planned for a long time.
"Idiot's dream!"
"Since the founding of the Yunxian Sect, there have been nine peaks built. From the head of one sect to the heads of the five major pavilions, all of them are people with profound spiritual power and outstanding achievements. How can she, Xu Jiaohe, be able to become Huaiyuan? The owner of the peak?!"
Xue Congjie's long gray eyebrows hanging down the sides of his cheeks trembled violently. If it weren't for pushing You Wenyu away, which was unbecoming of a law enforcement elder, he would have jumped in front of Xu Jiaohe, pointed at her nose and scolded her.
As soon as his words came out, the wind direction in the Mingjing Hall also shifted from You Wenyu's side to the other side.
The pavilion master and the first disciples all looked disapprovingly and looked towards the two of them.
You Wenyu also became quiet.
This earth-shaking change took less than half a stick of incense, making Xu Jiaohe feel confused.
Anxiously, she used the cover of her wide sleeves to pinch You Wenyu's waist with her teeth.
The other party was like a tall silent statue, and there was no reaction at all. On the contrary, it caused Xu Jiaohe's fingers to ache.
After her small move, You Wenyu, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to finally make up his mind and spoke softly: "What if Master and Master mother jointly cultivate a disciple who reaches the realm of penetration within a hundred years?"
"..."
The young man's voice was very light and steady, but the content was as shocking as thunder.
In Xiaodongtian, there are eight levels of immortality cultivation, namely, Qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, Hehun, Dongzhe, Tongxuan, and Mahayana.
As the largest sect, Yunxian Sect has many disciples below the Golden Core stage.
There are twenty-one people in the Nascent Soul stage.
There are only nine people who are at the soul-joining stage and above.
You must know that it takes a hundred years to reach the realm of Dongche. Looking at the world of immortality, Ji Ruotan was the only one in the past.
It was Ji Ruotan, this stunning genius, who established the Yunxian Sect's impeccable supremacy.
Now, the sect is about to welcome its second person.
Xue Congjie forgot to argue with Xu Jiaohe for a moment, his dark pupils ignited with unprecedented heat, and asked: "But is it true?"
"Whether it is true or not, the elders will know at a glance."
You Wenyu pulled back his sleeves, and his face that used to contain an easy-going smile condensed into a solemn expression, and his voice sounded like he was talking to himself, "Hong Xian is straight and straight, and can penetrate all things - today's sect's tenth mountain peak comes from Wen Yu Turn it on."
After saying this, he jumped out of the door, and the crowd in the hall used their body-lighting techniques to chase after him.
Xu Jiaohe had no magic power and could only rely on his legs to trot to follow behind.
When she arrived at the place where everyone gathered, she saw a vast place above the clouds, but she saw thousands of feet of golden light.
The loud rumbling sound echoed in every corner of the Mirror Hall, like muffled thunder, like a herd of horses, like a torrent.
Xu Jiaohe blocked her ears in discomfort, but the sound was pervasive.
At the head of the crowd, You Wenyu floated out of thin air, his sleeves filled with wind, and his long hair escaping.
The spiritual power in his palm showed a powerful rainbow-like light belt that shot straight into the depths of the clouds.
Within a few dozen breaths, the steep mountain peak broke through the obstruction of white clouds and rose from the ground with an irresistible momentum. It was slightly lower than the Huaiyuan Peak facing it side by side, but far higher than the five pavilion masters' lectures. A place to teach talents.
The sky and the earth are vast, and the single mountain is majestic.
After another moment, the rumbling stopped.
You Wenyu's toes returned to the ground. Due to excessive spiritual power loss, his jade-like skin looked pale.
He passed through the crowd that separated by itself and stood on the left side of Xu Jiaohe again, looking far away at Xue Congjie, who was distracted for a moment.
"Wen Yu's achievements today are all due to the dedicated upbringing of his master and his wife."
"I also ask the law enforcement elders to reconsider my proposal."
Whether Xue Congjie agrees or not has become the least important thing at this moment.
Everyone only knew that Xu Jiaohe was so lucky.
Even if Ji Ruotan is not around, You Wenyu is there to protect her peace for the rest of her life.
…
After a long time, a distant and loud bird song came from the southwest of Mingjing Hall.
A young man dressed in white with an extraordinary temperament landed on the top of the Mingjing Hall, surrounded by cranes.
As soon as he landed, he touched the head of the leader Bai He, gathered up his broad sleeves and walked into the crowd.
"I've met the sect leader."
Below the pavilion master, the young disciples knelt on the ground and said hello.
The two elders bowed in greeting.
Xu Jiaohe waited a moment, and when the young man came to her, he belatedly tried to bend down and salute.
Before his head bowed, his arms were already being supported.
Xu Jiaohe raised his head blankly and met the young man's elegant features: "Jiaohe, you don't have to be polite."
After Xu Jiaohe stood up straight, Mingdan retracted his hands and raised his sleeves: "Everyone is exempt from the courtesy."
He walked to the place where You Wenyu had just released his spiritual power, looked sideways at the new mountain peaks in the small cave sky, and sighed, "While I was in retreat in the cave, I suddenly felt a turmoil in the world. I thought that a great demon had appeared, but I didn't expect that it was a genius gifted by God. I am the Yunxian Sect."
"Ruo Tan is half of my disciples. I am very happy to see someone inherit his reputation."
After expressing his feelings, Mingdan looked at Xue Congjie, who lowered his head and said nothing, and said: "Elder Bingli has made me aware of the scene in the Mingjing Hall through the sound transmission ancient snail. Mr. Jiaohe is not wrong. Of course, the law enforcement Elder, there is nothing wrong with you wholeheartedly serving the sect."
"Just after this incident, I have decided to make Mr. Jiaohe the master of Huaiyuan Peak."
"It is not advisable to use the soul-searching technique on mortals. I will investigate the cause of Ruo Tan's death through other methods."
There was You Wen and Yu Lifeng who supported him in front of him, and Ming Dan made the final decision behind him. No one had any objections.
"As for Wen Yu——"
Ming Dan's eyes settled on You Wenyu's face, "Now that you have opened up the mountain, do you plan to become the master of the Jiange Pavilion and recruit disciples?"
Ji Ruotan is dead, and the Jiange he controls is leaderless.
It is understandable that You Wenyu becomes the new pavilion master by virtue of his strength in the Dongche period.
Everyone speculated on Ming Dan's intention, but You Wenyu on the other side knelt down again: "Master's wife is the new master of Huaiyuan Peak. She still has many matters that require Wen Yu's assistance. Therefore, she is in charge of the recruitment of disciples in the sword pavilion. Please allow the sect master to postpone it." conduct."
Mingdan nodded and said, "Okay."
…
For Xu Jiaohe, this extremely long morning was finally over.
She took advantage of Ming Dan, who was rarely out of seclusion, to discuss matters with the Yunxian Pavilion Masters. She secretly walked back to the Mirror Hall and picked up the soft sword Liu Yao that Xue Congjie had knocked into the corner.
After wiping off the non-existent dust on the sword, Liu Yao transformed into a pure white ribbon and wrapped it around Xu Jiaohe's waist.
After doing this, Xu Jiaohe opened the Lingbao ring and planned to take out an escape talisman and leave.
A white and cold hand covered her lips from behind.
"Master, it's me."
You Wenyu stopped Xu Jiaohe's screams with four words.
He turned Xu Jiaohe around, leaning heavily on her slender shoulders with his slender body.
"You Wenyu, what are you doing? This is inconsistent with etiquette..."
Xu Jiaohe's pupils dilated, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away.
The usually eloquent young man did not speak immediately.
He held Xu Jiaohe's arm with one hand, took out a neat silk handkerchief from his sleeve with the other, and covered his weakly breathing lips.
Then, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Master, please do me a favor, please be considerate of my apprentice."
"In order to save you from the fire, I forced myself to break through the realm last night and almost died at a young age."
