[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

June rain.

The Ten Thousand Monsters Valley finally completely retreated into the mountains, and a consensus was reached between the two forces.

The world of comprehension has gradually returned to peace. Naturally, someone will be responsible for those arrangements. All sects and sects have returned to their own sects to adjust, open their sects, recruit more disciples, and absorb new blood.

During this period, the most eye-catching event was undoubtedly the baby-birth ceremony of Lord Chu Han of the Zhengyang Sect.

All the sects sent people to send congratulatory gifts one by one. There is no need to mention the meaning of congratulations.

Now that the seven Taoist monarchs of Zhengyangzong are in the Taoist sect, they are not bad at all. In addition, Chu Han, who is quite capable of transforming into a god, the sect's momentum is even higher than that of Taixuanzong. Zong's momentum.

In the Zhengyangzong mountain gate, many disciples come and go, and there are extremely many guests at the moment.

Although such battles are rare, the Zhengyang Sect is a big faction after all, so it is naturally impossible to be at a loss, and all arrangements are arranged in an orderly manner.

Although there are many visitors, the Zhengyang sect is not so easy to enter. You must have an invitation letter, and ordinary casual cultivators are absolutely unable to enter.

Chu Han stood quietly on the top of the peak, wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, silently watching the mountains and white clouds, unable to linger.

The sky and the earth are boundless, but thousands of points of light seem to fall into his eyes.

Gu Cheng stood behind him and called him softly: "Uncle Master."

"En." Chu Han didn't look back.

Gu Cheng smiled slightly: "Today's grand ceremony, the sect has indeed prepared quite well!"

A top sect's full preparation for a month is naturally impossible to make mistakes, and the Zhengyang sect has a profound foundation and many mysteries, which opened the eyes of many visiting sects.

In front of the mountain gate, cloud cranes and spirit beasts sing and dance together, and Qingyang phoenix soars into the air, with its tail feathers hanging long, and finally stops on both sides of the mountain gate.

After passing the mountain gate, there is a white stone path, with green trees and jade branches on both sides, sprouting buds, and the fragrance is far away. The gully that Chu Han drew with his sword that day has been filled, and spiritual grasses and flowers have been replanted. Looking at it now, the aura is overwhelming .

Chu Han calculated the time, and there was about an hour before it could start, so he went down the Sword Peak with Gu Cheng, and came to the specially prepared apse.

These two news of Zhengyang Sect have been spread, even though the world is in an uproar, but the sect that should come is still here, many arrangements are very important.

Chu Han changed into a Yuebai Taoist robe, the neckline, cuffs, and hem were all covered with dark lines, like clusters of clouds, the cuffs were too wide, the waist was tightly tied with a long belt of the same color, the silver crown was high, and the long hair hung down the waist.

Gu Cheng looked at him carefully, his eyebrows and eyes were still as awe-inspiring as swords, and it was difficult to look directly at him like sharp sharp edges.

He himself changed into a long gown of the same style. Gu Cheng was good-looking, with a tepid temperament, but he had a radiant brilliance of his own. Compared to Chu Han, he seemed more restrained, calm and not impatient, just right.

Seeing the two of them, Fang Sulin couldn't help smiling at Gu Cheng: "It's the first time I've noticed that you're actually pretty good-looking."

Gu Cheng glanced at her, with a smile on his lips, and said, "Sister, you finally have eyes today!"

Fang Sulin stomped her feet: "What do you mean!"

Bai Huayin touched her face: "Not bad, not bad, you have inherited three points of my natural beauty."

Gu Youqing just smiled and said nothing.

Li Qin grabbed Chu Han's sleeve and sighed: "Junior brother, today's ceremony, please put away your sword, and show me a smile."

Bai Huayin slapped Li Qin's hand hard with her right hand, and said coldly, "Let go, can you grab my little brother's sleeve?"

"Senior sister, don't be so biased, okay, this is also my junior brother, I was the one who watched you during the years you were away!"

"As expected, you have been plotting for a long time. While I am not here, you have evil intentions. Fortunately, my junior brother has been guarding my body like a jade for me, so that you did not succeed."

Li Qin was powerless.

"Senior sister, you are really getting more and more unreasonable."

Gu Cheng shook his head, looked at the uncle who was still expressionless, and nodded. He was so calm, he had long been... used to it.

The place where the grand ceremony was held was Zhengyang Palace, the main hall of the Zhengyang Sect. It had been decorated by disciples early on, with glazed jade bricks, lacquered gold carved pillars, coiled dragons and glazed phoenixes, and silver silk gauze hanging high, blown by the breeze. faint.

The guest seats on both sides are filled with fine spirit fruit wine, and the decorated petals still have new dew on them. The incense is light and the wine is mellow.

Silk and bamboo music, fairy elephants are prosperous.

Chu Han walked slowly into the main hall, and all the guests stopped immediately, and the hall was silent.

It's not because of the momentum, nor because of the appearance, but the respect and submission to the strong.

The majesty of the brilliance and the aura of sharpness are difficult to harmonize with this hall.

The four Taoist monarchs sat in the main seat one by one. Han Ye watched Chu Han walk over with complicated emotions. She looked at Chu Han's still indifferent face, and finally could only sigh softly, stopping the ups and downs in her heart. Volt thought.

"Today's grand ceremony is the luck of the Zhengyang Sect. Chu Han, a true disciple of our sect, has practiced for many years before he can become the Daoist Yuanying Daojun. Fortunately, this grand ceremony is held to show the world."

Han Ye followed the old etiquette and read every word carefully and solemnly.

Standing in the hall, Chu Han was neither happy nor sad, he suddenly felt something, and saw Gu Cheng smiling at him happily, his brows softened unconsciously.

Then, there was another ceremony.

At this time, the atmosphere seemed particularly strange, and the guests couldn't help whispering to each other, and the voices of discussion continued continuously.

Chu Han was the same as before, and Gu Cheng had a smile on his face, neither of them took everyone seriously.

Li Qin saw Gu Cheng walking over step by step, standing side by side with Chu Han, the two of them exchanged eyebrows, and their aura was compatible, and suddenly felt that the incompatibility of Chu Han's body when he first entered this palace was much reduced, he sighed, and only wishes remained in his heart .

He took a step forward, looked at the guests with a smile, and said loudly.

"Today's double scriptures, one is to have a baby, and the other is..."

Li Qin hadn't finished his sentence when suddenly a purple light flew from a distance and pierced into the pillar in the hall. The shaking hilt and shining blade made everyone present stunned.

Chu Han's complexion was frosty, Lu Xue had already come out of her sheath.

"what for?"

Xia Shuangbai walked into the hall with big strides. He was dressed in purple, his eyes were red, and he looked at everyone coldly.

"How can I not come to such a grand ceremony?"

"Chu Han, I have known you since childhood, and now I am here to ask you a word!"

Chu Han's long sword hangs upside down, standing sideways.

"You ask."

"You really like him?" He pointed at Gu Cheng.

Chu Han paused and nodded.

Xia Shuangbai sneered: "You have practiced Wusheng Sword Code for many years, and you are doomed to be as cold as ice, but now you have a deep love affair, it is simply ridiculous!"

Chu Han frowned: "I don't want to see blood today."

But Xia Shuangbai laughed loudly: "If you were really tempted, you would have broken the realm of swordsmanship long ago, and your cultivation base has regressed. How can you become a god in one battle and win without losing!"

Gu Cheng's expression was as calm as an abyss, he just looked at Chu Han quietly.

"I believe you."

Chu Han held his hand and said in a deep voice, "Okay!"

Then he walked out with the sword on the snow and stabbed Xia Shuang's white throat.

Blood is flying!

Xia Shuangbai held the edge of his sword, and sneered: "Why do you have to do this, what word did I say wrong?"

"Whether I like it or not is none of your business."

Chu Han drew out his sword, and the next moment the blade pierced through Xia Shuangbai's chest.

Xia Shuangbai didn't realize it, he was still smiling: "Do you remember that even though I was not born with a sword bone, the sword type I inherited is the strongest one."

"If I detonate it now, who else can escape here except you!"

Chu Han frowned: "You won't be willing to make such a sacrifice."

"Why not? Chu Han, how much do you think you know me? I, who inherits the sword species, can only live for a few decades at most, but what about him!"

Xia Shuangbai looked at Gu Cheng.

"It shouldn't be difficult for him to form alchemy. Isn't it a good deal for me to exchange his life span of 500 years for several decades?"

Chu Han suddenly reached out and grabbed his right wrist, and probed carefully: "Who restricted you?"

"That's not important anymore." Xia Shuangbai looked at him sadly, "I've endured it for too long, these words are what I've always wanted to say."

Chu Han was silent for a moment, and then pulled out the snow shoe, the blood on the blade kept dripping.

"Tell me who got it."

Xia Shuangbai covered her chest and said slowly, "You will know soon."

Everyone frowned and watched the twists and turns, with a vague premonition, they all stood up, hesitating whether to leave.

The people of Zhengyang Sect also looked ugly, Li Qin was thoughtful: "The power that can force Jianzong is Wan Yao Valley, or is it?"

Suddenly a golden light lit up in the sky.

Eight auspicious beasts fly in the air, and the six in front have a well-decorated and rather delicate frame on their backs.

Although it didn't look extravagant and peculiar, those who had some experience couldn't help exclaiming, because the eight giant beasts pulling the cart were all white and flawless, and they were all eighth-level monsters!

Snow Jade Flood Dragon!

This formation is eye-catching!

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "The wind and cloud pattern is the symbol of the Wanshen Palace!"

"Isn't that an extraterrestrial sky? What are they doing here?"

"Who knows? Probably nothing good!"

Everyone whispered for a while.

Bei Daozhen slowly walked down from the car.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, how about this congratulatory gift?"

He raised his hand, and the top of the horse frame behind was suddenly lifted, and the inside was bloody!

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