Start to conquer the world of Jade Immortals

Chapter 254
On the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, the ancestral hall of the ancestors.

The soft sunlight shines on the majestic palace, which looks solemn and mysterious.The ancestral hall is still dark, and the dim light of those ever-burning lamps and incense candles still pay homage to the souls of countless ancestors of Qingyunmen.

Jiang Yuye stood alone in the open space in front of the ancestral hall. He stood with his hands behind his back and his eyes were calm, as if the whole person was integrated with the world.

His face no longer had the vicissitudes and simplicity of the past, and now there is only a return to basics.

Behind him, deep in the shadow of the ancestor's ancestral hall, there were two eyes staring at him quietly.After a while, a figure came out slowly.

It was the wrinkled old man. He walked out of the shadows slowly and sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall. His eyes rested on Jiang Yuye. After a long time, he nodded: "Yuye, your realm has improved rapidly over the years. , why don’t you borrow your Zhuxian ancient sword to see it that day.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yuye shook his head, and then said calmly: "It's the master and the master master who overwhelm all the heroes, otherwise how can it be my turn to take a look at the ancient sword of Jade Immortal?"

The old man looked at his young face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This can be regarded as benefiting Qingyunmen, but in the past ten years, apart from your progress, Lu Xueqi in Xiaozhufeng is only one step away. She has reached the peak of Shangqing, and the swordsmanship she uses is quite different from that of Qingyun, I think this should be the move you created in the rainy night, right?"

"Yes." Facing such an inquiry, Jiang Yuye nodded without concealing the slightest bit: "The way of the sword is about conforming or going against the law. My sword manual was originally created in the previous life, and it has been ten years since then. I have almost perfected it during the period, but..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then a gloomyness flashed in his eyes: "My sword manual must be learned by those with outstanding talents, and temperament, aptitude, experience, and all three are indispensable. Apart from Senior Sister, there is no one in Qingyun Sect who can learn from it."

Although these words are a bit merciless, Jiang Yuye also knows that Wan Jian and Qingyun have always been concerned, otherwise he would not have stayed in this world for such a long time, and even set foot on the Kunlun Mountain at the end. He failed to cross the catastrophe, so that he had to wait quietly for death.

The old man waved his hand lightly, then sighed: "Hey, after all, such a person is hard to appear."

"Ten years, and in a blink of an eye, it will be another ten years. I have nothing to teach you. Now your Taoism, moves, swordsmanship, temperament and experience are all inferior to mine. I must fight with you as a teacher. I am afraid I will win." The number of negatives is at most five or five, so today I would like to remind you of the last sentence, don’t do things that you will regret in the future.”

Say it.

Wan Jian thought for a while, and added: "I remember that there was a woman named Bi Yao in the ghost king's clan?"

"If you face her in the future, try not to violate your own heart. After all, sects only restrain the majority of people, but people like you who are fully capable of ascending do not have to abide by it."

"Of course, even on such a rainy night, you can't do things that are harmful to the sky, otherwise, even if you are a teacher, even if you pursue you to the end of the world, you will definitely be cut by the sword, do you understand?"

"Disciple remembers the master's teaching." Jiang Yuye bowed and saluted, expressing that he had understood.

Wan Jian nodded, and said: "Today, I heard that the new generation of outstanding disciples from Qingyun Sect gathered on Tongtian Peak. There may be something wrong. Just now there was a message from Nagato, so you should go too."

"Yes, Master."

The old man nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, you can go."

Jiang Yuye saluted again, looked at the surrounding scenery, and finally turned around abruptly, straightened her body, strode forward, and left the ancestral hall of the ancestor.

The sun shone on his back, and it seemed a little dazzling.

The old man looked at his figure, dazed in a daze, and at some point, another figure appeared behind him.

"He's gone." The figure said calmly.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, he stood up slowly, and turned his head to look at this person, the supreme leader of Qingyun Sect.

"Thank you very much." He said suddenly.

Hearing this, Daoxuan also smiled slightly, and said: "You don't have to be like this, if Yuye can comprehend something from the ancient sword of Jade Immortals, it will also be a blessing for our Qingyun sect."

"After all, isn't Zhang Xiaofan from the Big Bamboo Peak the same?"

"Yes, but as I said just now, I don't want him to be completely tied to Qingyun's warship."

Wan Jianyi sighed, and walked slowly into the ancestral hall of the ancestor.

Reverend Daoxuan was silent for a moment, and slowly walked into the ancestral hall of the ancestors. In front of the altar where countless Qingyun ancestors' spiritual tablets were enshrined, the lights and candles flickered on and off, and the faces of the people who illuminated them were also dark.

As soon as Wan Jian walked to the altar, he picked up a brand new incense candle from the incense table in front of the altar, lit it on another incense candle, and replaced the burning incense candle next to it.

Reverend Daoxuan silently watched his slow and skillful movements, and suddenly said: "Junior brother, what do you mean?"

The old man didn't speak, and took a step back, standing in the shadows, still holding the broken candle that had just been replaced in his hand.He raised his head and gazed upwards, the spiritual tablets of Qing Yunmen's ancestors stood majestically in front of him, sacred and majestic, with a mountain-like momentum, as if he, a small person like him, could be easily overwhelmed.

He was silent, didn't speak, just stared like this.

Reverend Daoxuan was behind him, so he couldn't see the eyes of the old man at this moment, but he could see the hot candle oil dripping from the residual candle, drop by drop, falling on the withered palm, and then slowly solidify .

That palm also seemed to be trembling slightly.

Deep in the shadows, far away, there seems to be a faint sigh.

(End of this chapter)