A low-key old story

What Rong Su was waiting for was this moment, the white box was opened, and the natal sword happily flew towards the pillow.Flying along with it was a fragment attached to the body of the sword, no more than 31 pieces, plus the ones he put in the Qiankun bag, all the fragments were included.

"I...my..." Song Yuming's neck was pinched in the old man's hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was difficult to make a sound from his throat, but he still stretched out his hand as if trying to take the Linglong dice from Zhen Jinglan's hand.

The old man broke his neck with one hand, and said with a smirk: "Boy, you are not qualified to fight with me. I advise you to obediently hand over the treasure."

Rong Su stood up, pulled down the Linglong dice from his waist, held it up and asked him, "You mean this?"

The old man looked at the two identical dice, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake for a while, but he only believed what he saw.

"Don't try to fool the old man with fake ones!"

"If you're not confused, you'll know once you try it." Rong Su rushed up, and the Linglong dice spun in mid-air. The six water mirrors were like a cage, enclosing the old man in it. On the water mirror, the secrets he buried deep in his heart were constantly being staged. ,again and again.

Zhen Jinglan took out the last fragment, as if being guided, all the scattered fragments belonged to their respective positions, forming the shape of a sword, Qing Mang suddenly realized.The Xuanshuang sword buzzed non-stop, and the two swords merged into one in an instant, emitting a dazzling light.Zhen Jinglan closed his eyes, bathed in the blue light carrying the killing intent.

Build yourself with a sword!

After half a stick of incense, Mu Zishu fell down, and there was an extra figure in the blue light, which was the pillow Jinglan that Rong Su was familiar with.He opened his eyes indifferently, there were stars in his eyes, as vast as the sea, and the white clothes moved automatically without wind.The temperament is dusty, like snow on the mountain, like the moon between the clouds.

Rong Su's breathing quickened a little, his master is coming back, really back!

"Boom"

Without noticing for a while, all the water mirrors shattered to the ground, Rong Su suffered a backlash, was severely injured, and fell into the dust.

The old man's face was ashen: "It seems that this is also true, so the deity will accept it."

Zhen Jinglan pulled out the Qingyu sword inserted into the soil, and there was another "buzz" when he took it.This time, everyone present was affected by the powerful sword energy, and their souls were shaken, and they all took a few steps back, and several demon cultivators with lower cultivation bases exploded directly.

"You said that I am not qualified to fight," Zhen Jinglan raised his eyes and looked up at him with ease, "What now?"

"It's interesting." The old man clapped his hands and said, "Boy, report your name."

"Qingluo."

……

"Impossible!" The old man looked at the young man who came step by step, fear flashed in his eyes.The black silk covered the eyeball, and the whole eye became black, especially permeable, and a cloud of demonic energy gathered in the palm.He may not have heard who Zhen Jinglan is, but everyone knows the word "Qingluo".

Regardless of whether it is true or not, since he calls himself Qingluo, he has to guard against it.

"You have become a demon, you should be killed." His voice was unwavering, and his face was calm, as if he was not going to kill him, but to invite him to drink tea.

"So what about Qingluo, now the deity has reached the half-step ascension state, if you want to kill the deity, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

Mu Zishu got up from the ground, patted the dust off his clothes, and glanced at the old man.It wasn't him bragging, for someone like him who claimed to be his real self, he had killed eight hundred if not a thousand.

Mu Zishu threw the Linglong dice to Rongsu, the so-called gods fight, the fish in the pond suffer, and we mortals should stay away.

"Half-step ascension... Could it be the one who retreated?"

"It should be just a primordial spirit, we'd better leave quickly."

"Walk around..."

Mu Zishu wanted to blend in among the monks, but the disturbance made by Zhen Jinglan was so loud that it almost attracted everyone's attention.As soon as the word Qingluo came out, it was like a thunderbolt, blowing up their thoughts of seeking him for a theory.

Who is Qingluo?That is a generation of killing gods, who is not afraid?

Mu Zishu was scrutinized by the sharp eyes of the crowd, and then resolutely parted ways.

The lonely Mu Zishu: "..."

While the sky and the earth were shaking, Mu Zishu found the unidentified melon-eating brother Zhong Peng Tan Xinghan who was too far away and too foggy to see clearly.The two of them didn't realize that Jianxiu had secretly changed his soul, so they followed and hid aside for no apparent reason.

Zhen Jinglan was so against the sky, he didn't need anything except a sword, and everything he brought was too cumbersome, so Mu Zishu didn't have anything that could save his life.

"The only cheater has also flown, and the task has not been completed yet." Mu Zishu suddenly felt a little depressed.

Tan Xinghan didn't hear his muttering, and said, "I wanted to ask before, but is senior a descendant of the Gu clan?"

Mu Zishu: "Of course not, why do you ask?"

"Senior is wearing the costume of the Gu clan from thousands of years ago. It was because of my poor eyesight that I didn't recognize it immediately. That's why my elder brother...speaks rudely for a while, and I hope senior will forgive me."

"Good talk, good talk."

"The valley clothes of the Gu clan are not common, and the white Yin fox fur has long been extinct. May I ask where did you get it?"

"..." It was a bit troublesome to explain, Mu Zishu said, "Why didn't you ask before?"

"Before..." You didn't seem easy to talk, and you were afraid of being beaten.

The white mist dispersed completely, and the wind and sand became bigger and bigger.

Zhen Jinglan didn't have any feelings about the place where he blew his own Nascent Soul, and naturally it wouldn't affect the speed of his sword.The old man who claimed to be half-step ascension made frequent mistakes under his frighteningly dense sword moves.

Although Zhen Jinglan is a master of swordsmanship, he may not even be aware of it when he actually fights.With every sword move of his, all spirits in the world will be mobilized accordingly, and the right time, place and people will stand on his side, and his opponent will always be under pressure. Vulnerable.

This is the darling of the Heavenly Dao, the executor chosen by the Heavenly Dao.

Mu Zishu's hands gradually clenched into fists, his eyes were dim and hard to distinguish: "But if one day, the Heavenly Dao wants to destroy this world, then you will be the Heavenly Dao's accomplice."

As expected by those monks, what Zhen Jinglan wiped out was only one soul of the old man, and the real body was still retreating in the sect.He released the last few demon spirits to attract the lifeless thieves, and took everyone into the middle realm. He did not hesitate to damage his cultivation, and separated a soul to come together, just to make them pay the price.

It's just that I never thought that Qingluo would appear here in this way.

Zhen Jinglan was not at all happy because he defeated the old man who had ascended half a step, his eyes fell on Rong Su condescendingly, and Qing Prison aimed at Rong Su in a blink of an eye.Rong Su's deliberate restraint of demon energy almost erupted completely because of Zhen Jinglan's emotionless glance, cold and full of threats, Rong Su suddenly felt cold all over his body.Familiar yet unfamiliar, it seemed that standing in front of him was not his master, but a ruthless killing sword.

"Master..."

Zhen Jinglan's eyes moved, and he took half a step back, waving his whole body's spiritual power, Qingjuan came out of his hand and went straight into the sky.In just two breaths, the barrier shattered, and the middle realm lost its support and fell straight down.

Pillow Jinglan stepped on the Qing Prison, looking down with his hands behind his back.Seeing all the monks sacrificing life-saving means one by one, using swords or multipliers, they fled out of the middle realm in embarrassment, but they didn't see Rong Su.

He frowned fiercely, and drove the Qing prison to fly towards the place where Rong Su fell.

"If Master wants to kill me, this disciple will not resist." Rong Su was still standing there, seeing that the middle realm was about to be completely shattered, Zhen Jinglan didn't care if he was still angry, and grabbed him Pulled into Qing Prison, he said angrily, "When did I say I'm going to kill you?"

--This is enough.

"Master." Rong Su buried his head on his neck, "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Cang Huo once analyzed it for him, saying that he lacks the seven emotions and six desires in his life. He is a good sword, but it does not meet the standards of a human being.If you don't want to be taken to sacrifice, you can only get away with it if you behave like a human being.Zhen Jinglan has also studied hard, learning how to make her expression look richer, and has also mixed in the group of new disciples to understand what emotions are.

When he returned from his studies, he turned Xingyunzong upside down, even worse than the few apprentices he accepted later.The suzerain had a headache when he saw him, and it was hard to say anything about him because of his status.On the contrary, the master and senior brothers who were in a state of shock scolded him for a few days, seeing him leaning against the boulder with a half-smile, looking like he couldn't get in, they could only punish him to face the wall and think for three months.

No matter how imitated, there is no such thing.

Until Rong Su appeared, like a warm sun, illuminating his barren world.He never resisted his approach. At some point, Zhen Jinglan began to really care about a person, learned to put a smile on his lips, and grew up with him step by step.

300 years later, when he arrived at Yuranjian and saw the illusion of the heart demon, he realized that this concern stemmed from the familiarity.

Zhen Jinglan patted his strong shoulder.

——The little apprentice has grown up so much.