100 years after breaking up with Taoist couple

Gu Xuecun began to doubt his ears again.

It's not his illusion... Lu Jueling has really changed... He has changed too much, he is completely different from the boy who blushed at every turn 100 years ago.

If he told this matter to the public, it is estimated that few people in the entire cultivation world would believe that Daoist Tianjue said such things without changing his expression or beating his heart when meeting him.

Gu Xuecun finally swallowed his saliva, mustered up the courage to protest in a low voice: "...you, you are playing a hooligan..."

Now Lu Jueling is already much taller than him. When he spoke in his ear just now, although he bent slightly and lowered his head, he has stood up straight again at this moment, looking down at Gu Xuecun.

Gu Xuecun really doesn't like being looked down upon by Lu Jueling like this, as if every slight change in his expression and fluctuations in his mood can be seen by that person, as if he has nothing to hide under Lu Jueling's gaze Same.

This feeling is so scalp-numbing and uneasy.

Lu Jueling said lightly: "Really, this is also thanks to you."

Gu Xuecun snorted, "What's none of my business?"

The corner of Lu Jueling's mouth curled up into a half-smile, and he said softly, "You forgot?" He paused, and the tone of the next sentence almost made Gu Xuecun's hair stand on end, "You taught me this.

"Brother Ashue."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

In the 100 years of spring and autumn, and the time flies, Gu Xuecun has never had such a deep understanding of what is called the present world.

The expression on Lu Jueling's face gradually faded. From Gu Xuecun's angle, he couldn't see his gloomy expression clearly, but he continued indifferently: "Aren't you the favorite to use these methods to see other people's words and deeds for you? It's hard to explain. You're not the best at this, with just a smile and a glance, you can seduce others toss and turn for you. Palace Master Gu sees it, isn't it very proud?"

Gu Xuecun: "..."

After a while, he justified, "No, I swear, I never intentionally tried to play tricks on anyone..."

Lu Jueling said: "Intentionally?" He sneered lightly, "Yes, in the eyes of Young Master Gu, they are all just playthings, so naturally it is not worth the effort of Young Palace Master. You never care about other people's feelings, as long as you are happy That's enough, right?"

Gu Xuecun finally couldn't bear it any longer: "...No, you never finish, can you stop this topic?"

Lu Jueling glanced at him lightly, stopped talking, and just walked straight forward. Seeing this, Gu Xuecun felt relieved and hurried to follow.

However, from that day on, Lu Jueling didn't know whether he was angry or made up his mind, and he never said a word to Gu Xuecun again.

He still didn't allow Gu Xuecun to come back late after morning class, and he didn't know when he even set up a bed in the side room of the main hall, forcing Gu Xuecun to rest there at night.

After Gu Xuecun woke up countless times and saw Lu Jueling sitting in front of his bed looking at him, he was scared to death...

He finally succeeded in getting rid of the habit of staying in bed.

People are really cheap, Jing Heng really painstakingly created the Ice Heart Curse, Song Zipei spent half a month in rain or shine, and arrived at Tianjue Peak on time every day at sunrise, a problem that he couldn't cure, even made Lu Jueling give him a look. up.

So... what happened when he was young was not an illusion, Lu Jueling was definitely sent by God to punish him.

...Why didn't you run away earlier?

Gu Xuecun regretted the mistake.

Three days later, finally came the day when Gu Xuecun went to choose Jiange.

The disciple who took Gu Xuecun to Xuanjiange was none other than one of the few personal disciples who came to morning class together these days.

Although Gu Xuecun saw this person every morning class, he never said a word.

He looks about in his early 20s, and Gu Xuecun's eyes are a little bland, but he can be considered handsome.

This person is dressed in moon white clothes, with a long silver sword tied around his waist, his right hand seems to be always on the hilt of the long sword, and his left hand is behind his back. Although he never speaks, this demeanor inevitably has a natural Kind of proud.

When he saw Gu Xuecun and Song Zipei, he nodded towards them from a distance, walked ahead without saying much.

Song Zipei introduced to him in a low voice: "This is the personal disciple of Uncle Zhuo Shou, Senior Brother Shen Yuchen. He used to be a sword-holding boy with Master Ziping when he was young. He was obsessed with swordsmanship for a hundred years and didn't care much about other things He has been practicing closed-mouth meditation these years, so he looks a little cold, you don't have to worry about it, he actually treats everyone like this."

Seeing Gu Xuecun nodded, Song Zipei continued to explain.

"Although Xuanjiange is called Xuanjiange, it is actually divided into two parts: Jiange and Qige. Brother Shen has been ordered to manage the Jiange since he formed the alchemy. It is also because it is inconvenient for him to speak, so Uncle Gushi specially asked me yesterday to let I'll go with you, so I can explain a thing or two to you."

Gu Xuecun let out an "oh", scratched his nose and said, "I have been a sword-holding boy with Ziping Jianjun, no wonder Senior Brother Shen also looks like a block of ice."

This time Song Zipei was startled, and wondered: "Hey, Ah Yue, have you ever met Master Ziping?"

Gu Xuecun knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and said haha: "Ah? How is that possible, but Master Ziping is such a famous old man, his portraits, scriptures and so on are everywhere in the world. You have been in Zixiao Mountain all year round, so of course you haven't seen him. It's over, hahahaha."

Song Zipei asked suspiciously: "Is that so... but the master is an old man who can't stay in seclusion all year round, how can mortals get a glimpse of his face?"

Gu Xuecun continued to talk nonsense: "Brother Song, do you think you are stupid? Who said that you can't draw portraits if you haven't seen anyone? There are portraits of the Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Guanyin, and Stove King Di Gong everywhere in the world. Has everyone in the painting seen these gods?"

Song Zipei was stupefied for a moment, and said in a daze, "What you said makes sense..."

Shen Yuchen seemed to have heard them mention Ziping Jianjun, and turned his head to glance at them lightly. His eyes were a little cold, and Gu Xuecun and Song Zipei both felt cold behind their backs, so they shut up quickly.

After about half a cup of tea, two pagoda-like buildings with red eaves and green tiles appeared in the field of vision. The left one is square and square with four corners, and the right one is boundless and edgeless, with a pointed top and a round body.

Song Zipei explained: "The round tower is the Qi Pavilion, and the square tower is the Sword Pavilion."

Unexpectedly, before choosing the Jiange at this moment, more than a hundred disciples gathered.

Looking at the clothes and accessories, apart from the outer disciples who have never entered the wall of the Seven Monarchs, there are also many inner disciples.

These disciples were standing on both sides of the two Sword Selection Pavilions, and when they saw the arrival of the three of them, they all became agitated.

"Here we come! Brother Shen brought that one here!"

"Why is Senior Brother Song here?"

"I heard that senior brother Song has a very close personal relationship with him, maybe he thought it would be difficult for senior brother Shen to speak up, so he came here specially."

"Why did Senior Brother Song make friends with him? That's right, Senior Brother Song is the most kind, did he deceive you? I heard from the Senior Brother Deacon of the Xingtang that this person has a smooth tongue and is not a good bird!"

"Master Uncle Tianjue didn't show up for such a big event as my apprentice's choice of sword. It seems that he really doesn't like him like rumors."

"What do you know? After the morning class three days ago, the little uncle went to the Lecture Pavilion to arrest people. Isn't that enough?"

"Really? Why don't I know?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it. How could someone like Uncle Tianjue..."

"If you don't believe me, I've witnessed it with my own eyes."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

He was speechless for a while, then turned his head and asked Song Zipei in a low voice, "No...why are there so many people??"

Song Zipei laughed dryly, and said: "You may not know, since you became a junior martial uncle, you can be said to be the focus of attention inside the school, today is the day for you to choose a sword, and they naturally want to watch the fun. "

Gu Xuecun: "... the attention of all the people or the curse of thousands of people?"

Song Zipei: "..."

Song Zipei: "Actually, it's not that exaggerated..."

For some reason, Gu Xuecun actually felt a little sour when looking at the envious or jealous expressions of those disciples.

It seems that whether he is Lu Jueling's Taoist partner or his apprentice, he seems to never be worthy of others. Obviously, when he was in Beihai, he can be regarded as the boudoir dream of countless young girls, big girls and young wives People!

Song Zipei seemed to see what was going on in his mind, patted him on the shoulder, and said in relief: "It's not your fault, anyone who becomes the junior uncle's disciple will be like this, after all, the uncle..."

After all, he is such an amazingly talented and rare person, in the eyes of most people, he has already surpassed ordinary excellence.

Lu Jue Ling is like a bright moon, shining brightly throughout the eternal night.

But if anyone tries to run towards him in vain, he will only be able to touch his light forever, and it will be difficult to get close to him.

Gu Xuecun was a little dazed, Song Zipei saw this, and quickly reminded: "Ah Yue, Brother Shen will open up the Jiange first, you don't have to do anything, follow your heart, try them one by one, and you will know which one belongs to you of."

Gu Xuecun let out a "hmm", tried to throw those messy thoughts out of his mind, turned around and asked Song Zipei with a smile, "Is this how your sword came from?"

Song Zipei smiled and said: "That's right, I am a single fire spiritual root. The first five floors of the Jiange Pavilion are all spiritual swords that have never recognized their masters. Metal, wood, earth, water, and fire are divided into five elements, and my saber is found in the first layer of fire-attributed spiritual swords."

"...the fifth floor and above, and the sixth floor is the spiritual sword that has recognized the master. Most of them are kept here because the master died or the sword was sealed. Generally, they will not recognize the master again. As for the seventh floor..." Song Zipei paused After a pause, he said sadly: "After the two masters passed away, Master Ziping's sword Qingchen was left alone on the seventh floor of the Jiange Pavilion, and Master Dingxiao's dharma weapon Dengyun was only preserved on the seventh floor of the Qi Pavilion."

Although Shen Yuchen didn't speak, he stood beside them and listened quietly. Now that Song Zipei had finished speaking, he nodded to Gu Xuecun, turned around and walked to the center of the huge square in front of the two pagodas to stand still.

Shen Yuchen made a tactic with one hand, and a light blue spiritual force flew towards a stone tablet in front of the square tower. The stone tablet was engraved with a pattern about half a bowl deep, which happened to be the seven constellations in the north——Tianshu, Tianxuan, The shapes of Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Fluctuating Light.

The light blue spiritual power flowed into the notches on the stone tablet, and when it flowed along the star-shaped grooves to the fluctuating lights, the whole stone tablet was radiant.

The Jiange opened.

More than a dozen spiritual swords containing light red real fire spirit essence flew out of the small windows on the first floor of the Jiange, and finally hung on the square in front of the Jiange, motionless.

Gu Xuecun was taken aback, Song Zipei patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Don't be afraid, just try one by one."

More than 100 eyes on the square were fixed on him, Gu Xuecun swallowed, and walked to the first sword in the front.

The hilt of this sword was dark red, and the blade was curved. It seemed that it felt Gu Xuecun's approach, and the whole sword trembled slightly.

It has to be said that the Zixiao faction is indeed rich and powerful. It is no wonder that the establishment of the faction can be ranked among the five great sects in just 700 years.

There are more than a dozen fire-attributed spiritual swords on the first floor, all of which are filled with auras, and the fire spirits are pure and free of impurities.

Gu Xuecun glanced over and saw that there was not a single mortal sword. Among casual cultivators and small sects, no matter which one could be regarded as an absolute sword, and the Zixiao sect could actually take out hundreds of swords, allowing their disciples to choose at will. ? ?

I don't know if it was because Gu Xuecun was distracted or for other reasons, when he tried to hold the sword hilt, there was a humming sound on the sword body, and suddenly it seemed to have lost all aura and remained motionless.

Shen Yuchen stood on the side and shook his head lightly when he saw this.

Gu Xuecun was not discouraged, anyway, there are more than a dozen waiting for him to try one by one.

however……

When Gu Xuecun was sprayed on the face by the Huo Lingyuan released by the last sword, bursts of laughter finally came from the crowd.

Song Zipei quickly comforted him: "After all, Ah Yue, you are a wind spirit root, and it's not very compatible with fire attribute spirit swords, and it's normal."

As a result, the fire-attributed spiritual swords on the first floor flew back to the sword pavilion, followed by the water-attributed spiritual swords on the second floor, and the earth-attributed spiritual swords on the third floor...

...Unfortunately, none of them are willing to stay in his hands honestly.

Gu Xuecun was not a sword cultivator for more than 100 years. After all, Chunhua Palace passed down the art of controlling beasts.But Gu Xuecun didn't feel that his talent was so poor. Now, let Zixiao send dozens of spirit swords in front of so many people, and reject them one by one, the arrogance in his heart burst out all at once.

It doesn't matter if you don't recognize water, fire, and earth, after all, he wasn't the thickest of these three spiritual roots before, so he should have wood attributes, right?

...However, what is more hurtful is...the more than ten wood attribute spirit swords on the fourth floor rejected him one by one.

Then there is the water-type spirit sword on the fifth floor... Of course, there is no one that can sense him.

The laughter in the crowd finally couldn't be suppressed and broke out completely.

Rao Song Zipei saw so many times that his disciples chose swords, and this was the first time he encountered such a thing. Although there were some disciples who wanted to practice Taoism in the past, they didn't have a sword that would recognize the master, most of them were with Qi Pavilion The resonance of the magic weapon is better than that of the sword, so I chose the weapon instead of the sword.

But being rejected by hundreds of swords like Shi Yue is really a bit tragic, and it is really the first time I see you...

Song Zipei comforted dryly: "Uh...Maybe Ah Yue is not suitable for you to be a swordsman? Don't be too discouraged..."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

The roar of laughter grew louder.

"What, you don't want to recognize him even with a sword, isn't that called talent?"

"Could it be because of the mutant spirit root? After all, the wind spirit root is not part of the five elements."

"What's the matter with the mutated spiritual root? It is said that when Master Tianjue chose the sword, almost all the spirit swords in the entire Jiange surrendered. None of them refused to recognize their master, but Master Tianjue didn't like any of them. , after all, it depends on the person!"

Shen Yuchen heard the commotion getting louder, his eyes darkened, and the silver-white long sword on his waist "clanked" softly.

The sword cry was not very loud, but it could be heard clearly by everyone present. Everyone knew that Senior Brother Shen was displeased, so they had no choice but to shut up.

Gu Xue said deliberately, that's all, anyway, he didn't have much fate with the sword before, if he didn't recognize it, he wouldn't recognize it, besides, didn't he still have a weapon cabinet?

Why bother to be unhappy about these broken swords.

Thinking this way, he prepared to wait for Shen Yuchen to open the Qi Pavilion.

Right at this moment, a sword cry resounded throughout the square in front of Xuanjiange.

This sword cry was obviously different from the sword cry of Shen Yuchen's sword just now, and one could tell that the sword that made the sword cry was not made of metal.

The sound of the sword sound was muffled, but it was not low-pitched. It wasn't a noise that hurt people's eardrums, but it clearly sounded in everyone's ears.

The sound of the sword sounded like a howling wind, and it seemed to be mixed with thunder from the nine heavens, the sound was terrifying and full of hostility.

Everyone was shocked, and the disciples with lower cultivation bases couldn't even stand firmly.

The place where the sound of the sword blew was the sixth floor of the Jiange.

The disciples who couldn't stand still supported each other, and those who stood still stared at the window on the sixth floor of the Jiange in shock, watching the long sword slowly flying out from the sixth floor of the Jiange, and were so dumbfounded that they could hardly speak.

The whole body of the long sword is black and moist, with a somewhat square and symmetrical beauty in its simple and simple shape. There are some mysterious lines engraved on the body of the sword.

The most eye-catching thing is the seven or eight light yellow talisman papers with vermilion charms on the sword, and the thick iron chain tightly tied to the sword body that makes the sound of metal clashing.

At this moment, the golden red radiance on the talisman seemed to be trying to suppress some power in the sword. The iron chain hung on the sword and clanked, but it was still unable to restrain it.

Someone stammered blankly: "That... that is... the cold."

Immortal Tianjue's divine sword that cut off the horns of Yin Jiaolong - Kuhan, after a hundred years of sealing the sword, finally came out of its sheath again.

The dry cold sword trembled.

It used to slay demons and eliminate demons, it was once invincible, but now it is going forward indomitable, almost like crazy-yes, although it is just a sword, it seems to have intelligence, and it flies towards a certain direction almost crazily.

It is like a moth to a flame, it is like Yue Ji rushing to Toad Palace, flying towards a certain direction stubbornly.

It seems nothing can stop it.

The long sword with the talisman paper attached and the iron chain tied to it just stopped in front of the stunned round-faced boy.

It hangs in front of Gu Xuecun, with the hilt facing up.

A gust of wind mixed with the aura of wind and thunder swayed by, and the vermilion talisman paper on the sword body seemed to be overwhelmed no longer, and suddenly turned into powder, and those iron chains broke into several pieces, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Han Han finally broke free from all shackles.

There seemed to be something in the sword whispering to Gu Xuecun——

come here...please come here...i need you...

Gu Xuecun seemed to be bewitched by something, and slowly stretched out his hand, about to hold the cold and black hilt of the sword.

The blade of the sword crazily agitated the fiery Lei Lingyuan, and the young man standing in front of it suddenly had the wind spirit energy flourishing at some point. They were clearly two kinds of spirit energy with completely different attributes, but at this moment, there seemed to be no gap between them.

The two kinds of spirit elements are like the Yin and Yang poles of a gossip diagram, and they are about to merge into one.

There was a strong wind in the whole square, and the young man's forehead was blown violently by the wind, revealing his smooth and shiny forehead, his dark eyes were a bit dazed, and his mind seemed to be completely taken away by the sword. a place.

The crowd finally realized what happened in these short moments.

"This... this is... Ku Han wants to recognize him as the master?!"

"How can one sword recognize two masters, how is this possible?!"

"But, didn't you say that Ku Han had been sealed long ago? How could...how could..."

"This is the coldness of Uncle Tianjue! Am I reading it wrong...how is this possible?"

"No way! Can you guys stop talking nonsense and stop him quickly! How can you make Kuhan recognize him as the master again!"

However, that person and sword seemed to be in another space completely.

Gu Xuecun seemed to have never heard the restless voice of the crowd, and Chen Jian, who was cold and calm, was in front of him, as if waiting for the moment when the young man's hand touched its hilt.

Just when Gu Xuecun's hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword——

There was a clear and deep flute sound from far away from the sky.

The sound of the flute seemed to be a beam of light breaking through the thick clouds, with the power of pure heart and tranquility.

Gu Xuecun was stunned, and looked up in a daze.

Daoist Tianjue was dressed in a black robe, and came from afar on the wind, playing that shiny and transparent jasper flute.

The sound of the flute sounded, and the Dry Cold Sword Spirit seemed to be restrained by some invisible thing again, and all the thunder spirit energy that was originally surging on its sword was scattered.

Lu Jue's eyes were pale, he raised his hand slightly, and Kuhan let out a pained and extremely unwilling cry, and finally flew back into his hand with a "Zheng".

Holding the sword, Lu Jueling swept his eyes lightly over the sword, revealing a faint smile.

This is the first time that this always aloof real person Lu smiled in front of so many people. The hundred or so disciples in front of Xuanjian Pavilion were all stunned.

Lu Jueling lowered his eyes to look at Kuhan, and said lightly: "It's not just you...why would I not want to."

From the window on the sixth floor of the Jiange Pavilion, the withered black hilt flew out again. Lu Jueling caught the hilt and put the restless sword back into the scabbard.

Gu Xuecun stared at him blankly.

The disciples finally came to their senses and saluted one after another: "Master Uncle Tianjue!"

Lu Jueling nodded towards the crowd, then turned to look at Gu Xuecun.

Gu Xuecun instinctively felt hairy, and couldn't help taking a step back.

Lu Jueling said indifferently: "Today, it was the sword spirit of the dry cold that forced the swords in the sword pavilion to dare not recognize you as the master. It is not your fault."

Gu Xuecun was taken aback for a moment, then said in a daze, "Huh?"

...Is there such a thing? ?

Lu Jueling nodded, and said again: "It's okay, I have prepared your sword. I am late today, so I will go to the sword mound to get it."

He flipped his palm, and a purple-gold soft sword appeared in his hand.

Gu Xuecun was so familiar with the appearance of that soft sword, after all, the sword looked exactly the same as the saber he used to use as a means of transportation - Sanqi.

Lu Jueling looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "How, do you like it?"

The corner of Gu Xuecun's mouth twitched: "..."

Lu Jueling said, "You can try."

The soft sword flew up from his hand and stopped in front of Gu Xuecun, looking obedient and quiet.

Gu Xuecun stretched out his hand to try to hold the hilt of the sword, the blade trembled slightly, and soon returned to calm, the spiritual light flowed in the sword body regularly, Gu Xuecun felt a strange sense of connection floated to the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword seemed to belong to him by nature.

Lu Jueling said: "It seems very suitable."

Gu Xuecun said: "This is..."

Lu Jueling said lightly: "You gave me Dongzhi, and I gave you this sword, I don't owe you anything, now you only owe me."

His voice was just right, neither loud nor soft, just enough for Gu Xuecun to hear, and just enough not for others to hear.

Gu Xuecun: "..."

Song Zipei reminded from the side: "Ah Yue, what are you doing in a daze, thank you, Master!"

It was like this again, and more than 100 eyes fell on him again, Gu Xuecun had no choice but to bite the bullet and say: "Thank you... Master for your love."

Lu Jue said in a calm voice, "It's good to know it's love."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

Shen Yuchen stared at Kuhan for a long time, then turned his head to look at the sword in Gu Xuecun's hand, and after a long while, turned his head to look at Lu Jueling, and bowed slightly.

Lu Jueling nodded slightly, and said, "The way of the sword has improved again."

Shen Yuchen lowered his eyes and remained silent.

A group of disciples in the square specially came to see Gu Xuecun's excitement. They thought they were making a fool of themselves by seeing him, but they didn't expect the plot to turn around. Instead, they saw how much their Uncle Tianjue cared about this little disciple.

But at this moment when everyone heard the conversation between Lu Jueling and Shen Yuchen, their expressions changed, and they scattered like birds and beasts, and there were not many left in a short time.

Gu Xuecun was puzzled, and turned to Song Zipei: "What's the matter, running so fast?"

Song Zipei shook his head helplessly and explained in a low voice: "Every time Senior Brother Shen meets Junior Martial Uncle, he has to compete with him, and the two of them will discuss everything..."

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Gu Xuecun saw Shen Yuchen pointing at Kuhan, and looked at Lu Jueling with heavy eyes.

Song Zipei pulled Gu Xuecun: "Let's step back and stay away..."

However, Lu Jue Ling shook his head and said, "No."

Shen Yuchen silently showed a puzzled look.

Lu Jueling said: "Withered cold out of the sheath, I might hurt you."

He didn't say any more, he nodded to Song Zipei, turned around and pulled Gu Xuecun away.

This time Lu Jue Ling did not walk, and Gu Xuecun guessed from his movements that he was going to fight against the wind.

The dark memories in his heart suddenly surfaced in his mind, the feeling of being carried by the real person Tianjue like a vegetable by the back collar to ride the clouds and mist is really unforgettable for him in his life.

Gu Xuecun was about to struggle, but Lu Jueling wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him horizontally, and rose against the wind.

Gu Xuecun's figure was unstable, coupled with the sudden weightlessness of being lifted into the air, her hands instinctively wrapped around the neck of the man in black.

Lu Jueling seemed to be stunned for a while, then looked down at Gu Xuecun and said calmly, "Your body is much more honest than yours."

Gu Xuecun: "..."

The cold wind and pure white clouds brushed past them one by one. Gu Xuecun stared blankly at Lu Jueling's perfectly shaped jawline, and felt that a certain part of his heart suddenly seemed to be filled up.

Flying from Xuanjiange to Tianjue Peak is obviously only a short distance, but I don't know if it is Gu Xuecun's illusion, but Lu Jueling seems to have flown for a long time.

This time is too difficult, once meeting Lu Jueling, Gu Xuecun will be upset whether it is his eyes or his profile.

Only at this time, he can't swear that those expectations about love are farts, only at this time, he can't help but look directly into his heart.

But Gu Xuecun still resists and fears this feeling.

He hated the feeling of being out of control.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that only a short moment passed, Lu Jueling finally landed on the platform on the mountainside of Tianjue Peak, Gu Xuecun was put down by him, and he got down on the ground again.

For some reason, he actually felt a little lost.

He suddenly remembered what Lu Jueling had told him before, the withered cold is made of a thousand-year-old gloomy wood, and the gloomy wood is the most able to contain hostility and aura, Lu Jueling said... the sword is his inner demon.

The one in the sword is his inner demon...

Withered cold flying towards him like that...does it mean...

As soon as Gu Xuecun raised his head, he met Shang Lu Jueling's pale brown eyes. The man watched him quietly, and said lightly: "I told you, I want you to practice hard, and I will accompany you to the Kunyuan Secret Realm for trials. You still remember."

Gu Xuecun was stunned: "...remember."

Lu Jue Ling said again: "I still have flood poison in my body, you need to cultivate to the heart-beating stage within ten years before you can open the Wind and Thunder Sutra, do you still remember?"

Gu Xuecun replied: "...Of course I remember."

Lu Jueling continued: "You are paying off the debt now, do you remember?"

Gu Xuecun: "...remember... yes."

Lu Jueling nodded and said: "Just remember, and you should also remember that the Kunyuan Secret Realm is just a trial. After the trial is over, you still have to come back with me."

Gu Xuecun was silent for a while, then said: "Lu Jueling."

Lu Jueling looked down at him.

Gu Xuecun said: "After opening the Wind and Thunder Sutra and detoxifying you, I will pay off what I owe you."

Lu Jueling's expression froze.

Gu Xuecun looked at the toes, and said in a low voice: "We can't go on like this endlessly, there should be an end, and I will leave the Zixiao faction when I pay off what I owe you."

"Then, never see each other again in this life."

The five fingers under Lu Jueling's sleeves slowly clenched into fists, almost all the joints were clearly defined, but there was still no change in expression on his face.

"Are you thinking about this these days?"

Gu Xuecun said: "End it as soon as possible, and avoid hatred. From now on, you will take your way to the sky, and I will take my single-plank bridge, and we will have nothing to do with each other."

Lu Jue Ling was silent for a moment, and said: "Your respect is yours."

Gu Xuecun twitched slightly in his heart, and finally said "um" and stopped talking.

Lu Jueling's voice was cold, and he continued: "However, before that, Palace Master Gu should do what you should do first."

Gu Xuecun choked, and said: "...I will do it naturally."

The night is low, the starry night hangs.

Lu Jueling turned around and went back to the main hall without saying a word to Gu Xuecun.

Gu Xuecun stood where he was, feeling the night wind gently blowing over his body, mixed with a slight coolness.

He raised his hand and looked at the sword in his hand.

Gu Xuecun slowly drew the sword out of its sheath. The body of the soft sword was carved with simple and unique patterns.

There is a layer of fine animal fur suede on the hilt, which is stable and comfortable to hold, and the neatly woven sword tassel hangs to the side.

Although this sword looks exactly the same as his Sanqi, the subtleties are quite different.

He suddenly remembered that one afternoon that year, Lu Jueling once looked at Sanqi, frowned and asked him: "Why do you hang sword tassels on the body of the sword?"

Gu Xuecun smiled and replied at that time: "How can you ask such a question? Aren't Jian and Jiansui a natural match? There is nothing to ask why."

Lu Jueling still frowned and said: "This thing is useless."

Gu Xuecun said with a smile: "What is useless is useful."

Lu Jueling glanced at him and said, "You just think it looks good."

Gu Xuecun was not annoyed by what he said, but he touched his nose and smiled: "What's wrong with being good-looking, good-looking is useful, and you are also good-looking, so I like you the most!"

Lu Jueling was taken aback for a moment, a thin layer of red appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Gu Xuecun laughed loudly, and said: "How can you still blush after being a Taoist couple for so long, we are all old men!"

Lu Jueling turned his head away from him, but the roots of his ears were still red.

Gu Xuecun said: "You are my Taoist companion. So, if I like it, you should like it too. Don't dislike Jiansui, do you hear me?"

What did Lu Jueling answer at that time?

...It seems to be "hmm", right?

Gu Xuecun stood in the small courtyard, holding the sword in a daze.

In the past 100 years, he has been avoiding to recall those bits and pieces back then, but at this moment, those memories seem to be completely irrepressible, and scenes appear in his mind one after another.

The sword in his hand seemed to sense the master's disturbed mood, and began to tremble slightly.

Gu Xuecun let out a long sigh.

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In the main hall of Tianjue Peak.

Lu Jueling's long hair was scattered, he was wearing a moon white tunic and a robe, sitting in front of the desk.

He was quietly studying the ink in the inkstone, and on the wrist exposed by rolling up his sleeves, there was a small piece of strange lines that looked black and hideous.

The ink in the inkstone was finally grinded.

Lying quietly on the desk was an unfolded crimson paper. The corners of the paper were slightly curled up, and it was obvious that the owner had flipped through them countless times.

Take a closer look, the paper says:

"Marriage of two surnames is a marriage contract.

A good relationship will last forever, and the road will live together.

Love is better than flounder, friendship is like geese and birds.

Only with the white-headed agreement, the letter is written to Hongjian.

It is planned to record the alliance of thousands of years in Mandarin.

This card.

Chunhua Palace Gu Xuecun. "

The lower left corner of the paper was covered with the wedding seals of the previous masters of Chunhua Palace, and a drop of faded blood fell on the side. Lu Jue Ling's fingertips trembled slightly, and stroked those three words lightly for countless times.

After a while, as if he had made up his mind, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped the withered sword beside the desk, raised his fingertips, and dropped a drop of bright red blood essence on the marriage letter.

Finally, he picked up the pen and wrote six characters behind the name that had made him dream back countless times in the middle of the night.

Zixiao sent Lu Juling.

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