Every time I go back to the mountain, I will see the apprentices making trouble

"19 years ago, when you were 21 years old, you were the one who taught me the art of retaining beauty. Ever since you joined Elder Yu Yan's sect and became the chief, you have been concentrating on cultivation, and you rarely go down the mountain to experience it. Well, you never did it, so at that time there was no No one doubted you. Zhao Qingmu was supported by you alone, and many of my skills were taught by you, including the Tianqiong Xinfa. We never believed that you were a spy of the Demon Cult. Zhao Qingmu had just become the leader, and his foundation was not stable. , For you, openly confronting Elder Si Lufeng, in order to save your life in the end, reopen a peak in the Lingfeng faction, called Baizhang Peak and I will be the peak master, but in fact, I will imprison you there."

"I should have thought about it earlier, Lu Xingchen," Ling Yao stroked his forehead, although he was saying something about Lu Xingchen, it seemed to be calling another person's name, "Why did you just do one thing and stay dormant for so many years? Everyone is in your snare."

"I even doubted Senior Sister Liu Lan, suspecting that she is the spy of the Devil's Cult..."

"I really don't remember." Lu Xingchen's face collapsed, what's all this, is his character set broken?It turned out that he was already forty, but it didn't matter, the man had 41 flowers, and he looked much younger than the old man Ling Yao.Ahhh, stop, shouldn't his focus be on his identity and memory, what is he thinking about!

"All your memories are in the Qiming Sword, which was originally your saber, but it was given to Liu Lan by you, and finally returned to you." Ling Yao closed his eyes, "Take Mo Chang Ping, let's go back."

Ling Yao led Mo Changping away with a tired face, while Lu Xingchen stayed behind and followed them after a long time.

"So, you lost your memory?" Mo Changping looked at Lu Xingchen in a daze.

Lu Xingchen said: "You should think about yourself!"

"Me? I don't care," Mo Changping said nonchalantly. "Anyway, my revenge has already been avenged. The fake Zuo Dharma protector and deputy envoy Miao are dead, and the Devil's Cult is also abolished. Jinghua and Mofu died in vain. People can be considered a consolation."

After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh of relief, his brows and eyes were brightened, and he no longer had that sinister look.

"My son Wendi also found a good master, but your faction is really messed up, so I'm still a little worried."

"Don't worry," Ling Yao turned his head, "When the time comes, you will definitely die in the Lingfeng faction and stay with Wendi forever."

Mo Changping stopped talking, and the three of them hurried on their way in silence.

After returning to Bai Yujing, Lu Xingchen left immediately and went to his room.

He couldn't wait to see all his memories. From listening to cicadas singing and watching flowers fall when he was practicing swords when he was young, to the last night of overturning, he only had sporadic memory fragments.

Who is he, Lu Xingchen?Mersan Sattar?The head of Ling Feng faction?

Or just a dreamer.

The Qiming sword was slowly unsheathed, and the thin sword body reflected Lu Xingchen's eyes, a pair of eyes full of stars in the sky.

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The first disciple under Elder Yu Yan's sect, a genius who was rumored to be born in the world, but he is a dead house.

When Liulan of Lancang Peak first entered the inner sect, he met the elders at the autumn banquet, and happened to meet this head disciple. This rumored genius actually took off his belt on the spot...

The saber tied on the top is a gift from Qiming.

While Lu Xingchen stayed at Luoxia Peak, he dealt with the devil's sect affairs with Miao Feixin, the deputy envoy.

Miao is ambitious but timid. Although Lu Xingchen himself has the idea of ​​unifying the two sides, it still seems out of reach now.

Whenever it was the season for disciples to travel down the mountain, Lu Xingchen would always stand on an unnamed mountain, watching the young disciples go down the mountain one by one, either in groups or alone.

The hunting wind blows his red-gold garment hem: pretentious like the wind, always with me.

One day, the Qiming sword returned to his waist, and Liu Lan left the Lingfeng faction.

Another day, Lu Xingchen picked up a messenger bird, and after reading the letter, he walked towards Ling Yao's residence with a full face.

A piece of light blue letter paper was spread on the desk, the ink was half-dried, and there was a faint fragrance. Lu Xingchen put down the pen, looked at the handwriting on the paper that was the same as Ling Yao, and smiled.With a snap of his fingers, he called out Ling Yao's commonly used blue spirit bird.

Time passed quickly, Tie Jian, who had traveled abroad, came back in a daze, and immediately plunged into Shenbing Peak to forge weapons.

Perhaps in two or three years, Lu Xingchen began to run around in various mountain guard formations, doing his hands and feet.On a cold night in early spring, Lu Xingchen appeared at the foot of the mountain wearing a black cloak.

"See Guardian Zuo!" A group of black demons bowed to him.

"Do what you should do." Lu Xingchen nodded, and raised his hand to signal that they could act.

Groups of demons rushed up the mountain, but Lu Xingchen stood still and did not move, "Lingfeng faction, I am not trying to target you, but we are destined to stand on both sides of the abyss. How boundless are the four directions, ride the clouds and go straight up. On the road, Ling Feng is walking on the waves."

"Goodbye, Lingfeng faction."

It's a pity that Ling Yao returned overnight with his trained disciples to help Ling Feng send the Twelve Peaks.

Lu Xingchen led the remaining demons to evacuate from a secret passage, but was bumped into by Ling Yao.

"Brother Xingchen, don't you really want to explain?" Ling Yao's heart was extremely broken, and he couldn't figure out that Lu Xingchen was the spy of the Demon Cult.

Ling Yao was ready to accept all Lu Xingchen's rhetoric, even if the group of demons behind him seemed to be so obedient and loyal to him.

And Lu Xingchen only said four words, which made his eyes dark.

He said, "As you can see."

As you can see.

Ling Yao froze in place, Lu Xingchen wanted to go around him, but he stopped Lu Xingchen with a horizontal sword, "You can't go!"

Lu Xingchen felt amused: "Why? I told Master Guhong a long time ago that Zhao Qingmu will be the head of the sect. Do you want me to stay and continue to be a spy of the Demon Cult?"

"It's not about the head of the sect." Ling Yao shook his head, with difficulties and grief in his clear eyes, "I won't let you go, you must accept the punishment of the sect rules."

"sorry."

Ling Yao thought it was Lu Xingchen who was apologizing to him, and was overjoyed.

Lu Xingchen smiled disdainfully, "I never thought you still have this ability."

"..." Ling Yao said, "Then fight to the death, even if I die, you will not be able to escape, the Lingfeng faction will chase you to the ends of the earth."

Lu Xingchen glanced at the group of demons behind him, then drew his sword out of its sheath, and flew towards Ling Yao.Ling Yao didn't expect him to make a sudden attack. Even if he expected it, his strength was not as good as Lu Xingchen's, so he was bound to lose.After barely receiving a few swords, Lu Xingchen turned behind him and knocked him out with a sword hilt.

"There's so much rambling on Rory."

Lu Xingchen said to the group of demons: "You go first, I will stay here to hold them back, otherwise none of them will be able to escape."

"Yes."

After a while, Lu Xingchen heard hurried footsteps coming down the mountain, thinking that Zhao Qingmu must have brought someone down to chase Ling Yao, after thinking for a while, he hugged Ling Yao who had fainted on the ground.

"Brother Xingchen, why are you here?" Zhao Qingmu paused, and saw Ling Yao in Lu Xingchen's arms, "Here, what's wrong with him?"

"He was attacked by the demons. I just passed by and rescued him." Lu Xingchen nodded to Zhao Qingmu, motioning for him to take over Ling Yao, "How is the situation on the mountain? Are all the demons wiped out? Yes Didn't catch the leader?"

Zhao Qingmu said: "No, but there seems to be something wrong with Si Lufeng. By the way, let's go back to Lancang Peak, Master seems to be dying soon."

Zhao Qingmu's master is the head of the Lingfeng sect, Master Guhong.Since being seriously injured by Liu Lan, apart from detoxifying him, he has been unable to retreat.Now the deadline is approaching.And the candidate for the next head is between Lu Xingchen and Zhao Qingmu.One is the head of the Lingfeng sect, the eldest disciple of Elder Yu Yan; the other is the personal eldest disciple of the head master, who has been in charge of the sect's affairs for a long time.

"Okay, let's go back then." Lu Xingchen put his sword back into its sheath, and walked up the mountain first.

Zhao Qingmu looked at his back, and suddenly remembered that day, when he taught himself the technique of manifesting spirits in the bronze mirror, he only gave himself a back in the end.

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"Brother Xingchen! Open the door!"

Yesterday, Liu Lan and Ling Yao were taken away by Elder Lin for investigation because they were falsely accused of killing the disciples of Lancang Peak.Early in the morning, Zhao Qingmu ran to Luoxia Peak and slammed on Lu Xingchen's door.Lu Xingchen cultivated immortality last night until early in the morning, and just fell asleep and was woken up by Zhao Qingmu, and his heart was very broken.

Lu Xingchen picked up the drawing book on the ground and smashed it at the wooden door, making Zhao Qingmu so shocked that he dared not speak.After a while, Lu Xingchen said: "Wait for me!"

The sound of dressing and washing could be heard, and Zhao Qingmu calmed down a little, standing quietly at the door and waiting.

"Come in."

Zhao Qingmu pushed the door open and entered, a stick of sandalwood was faintly burning in the corner, Lu Xingchen sat at the table, lowered his head to pour tea, even turned the teapot over without pouring out a drop of water.Zhao Qingmu hurriedly handed over the mountain spring water he had just called, Lu Xingchen took it with a dark face, drank a few sips of water, and looked pale.

Before Zhao Qingmu opened his mouth to speak, Lu Xingchen scolded in a deep voice: "Do you know that I am in retreat now, but fortunately I haven't started yet. If you interrupt my cultivation, do you know what the consequences will be!"

If the cultivation is interrupted, the small ones will suffer some injuries, and the cultivation level will regress;But Lu Xingchen wasn't practicing in the first place, so he said these words just to scare Zhao Qingmu.

"Qingmu is guilty, please punish Senior Brother Xingchen! But before that, I have another unfeeling request, which is also the purpose of my trip."

"How do you say it?" Lu Xingchen played with the teacup in his hand, but he already guessed something in his heart.Yesterday he summoned Qimingjian to kill those five beasts, but Qimingjian is Liulan Saber now, so she must be implicated.

Sure enough, what Zhao Qingmu said was almost the same as what Lu Xingchen guessed.

"That's why I want to ask Brother Xingchen to use the Bronze Mirror to reproduce the scene of yesterday." Zhao Qingmu said.

Lu Xingchen put down his teacup, "That's good, but why should I help you? You can ask someone else to do it."

"No, this matter can only be done by you, Senior Brother Xingchen. Except for you, no one has this ability, and no one is willing to prove Liu Lan's innocence."

Lu Xingchen thought of Liu Lan's identity, and contacted the cause and effect again, it was really like this.Only the elders, the chiefs of the peaks, and him, Lu Xingchen, can perform the Bronze Mirror Manifestation Art. Of course, other people will not help Liu Lan waste this effort for no reason, so Zhao Qingmu can only beg him.

Lu Xingchen nodded, Zhao Qingmu heaved a sigh of relief.

"The Bronze Mirror Manifestation Art requires witnesses to participate. Do you have any witnesses?" Lu Xingchen asked.

Zhao Qingmu said: "It doesn't seem to be...how can this be good, those five people are all dead, and Liu Lan and Ling Yao also arrived later."

Lu Xingchen frowned, "Didn't anyone be saved?"

Zhao Qingmu's eyes widened slightly, "I see, Liu Lan asked me to take care of an injured junior sister yesterday, she must be a witness!"

Lu Xingchen nodded with satisfaction in his heart, and then said: "Then I'll pass on the bronze mirror to you now."

"What?" Zhao Qingmu looked at him suspiciously, "Senior Brother Xingchen, I asked you to help me, not to pass on my Bronze Mirror Revealing Spirit Art." Well, now I have changed my mind, please leave. " Lu Xingchen made a pose to see off the guests, Zhao Qingmu panicked, "I learned it. "

Lu Xingchen said: "I'll give you the formula, so you can hear it clearly: order the bronze mirror, quickly activate the spiritual field, reverse yin and yang, and retrace the flow of light."

"Remember?"

"Remember...remember."

Zhao Qingmu closed the door, and the last thing he saw was Lu Xingchen's back.

Master Gu Hong, the head of the sect, saw the illusion of the day reproduced by the Bronze Mirror Manifestation Art, and he was furious.But it was not because the murderer was not found in the phantom.

He ordered Liu Lan and Ling Yao to be released immediately, and at the same time told them that no matter who the murderer was, he would be innocent.