After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Immortal Master Jianzong Hongxue accepted another disciple.

It was rumored that it was entrusted by the head, and Immortal Hongxue had no choice but to accept it.

Dispel rumors.

This is not a rumor.

The main peak of Jianzong 36.

Hong Xuexian lives in Lingxue Peak, which is paved with cold veins, covered in silver and full of snow.

Green pines and falling snow, light blue rings like white mist flakes lightly close together, vast and frosty, towering.

"Go away—"

Yingluo's horse is galloping, its four hooves do not touch the snow, the man draws the string with an empty bow, and raises his bow to shoot.

The cultivation of the mountain guard disciples is low.

Even if he heard it, he didn't have time to react, he froze dully, his hands and feet were numb.

The white-feathered arrow deviated by a tiny bit and pierced the gatekeeper's cheek, drawing a bloodstain, with bone deep visible.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, he stared at the person in a daze.

The boy was wearing a black rolled gold robe.

The skin is as white as snow, flowing and looking forward to life, and radiant.He wears a blood-colored agate on his forehead, like a flower tin, and his dark cloud-like hair is slightly decorated with a gold ring.

The most peculiar thing is that his pupils are white, almost none.

At first glance, it seems a bit penetrating, but it can also be seen that the aura is flowing and the Tao is profound.

The identity of the visitor is self-evident.

Qiu Lingjun, the new disciple of Immortal Hongxue.

Pursue a ray of white light across Ling Xuefeng.

He was getting impatient.

Chasing all the way from the Burial Sword Valley to Ling Xuefeng failed to take down the sword, and he was completely ashamed.

There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were serious: "Run, if you have the ability, keep running."

The disciples guarding the mountain still don't know what it means.

"Buzz, buzz!"

The sound of the sword's cry became clearer, as if it was whining again.

White lines appeared on the body of the sword.

The still immature sword spirit couldn't stand it anymore, white light burst out, and the piercing sword energy slashed down towards Qiu Lingjun.

Qiu Lingjun is not a sword cultivator.

He is a spiritual practitioner, and his body is relatively weak.

The sword light flashed, and the murderous aura surged.

The wind blows, and the snowflakes and ice crystals roar.

fast.

too fast.

In the blink of an eye.

With the sharp blade brushing against his face, a few strands of black hair falling with the wind, and the power of the sword pouring into the sky, Qiu Lingjun's heart clenched tightly, unable to move due to being suppressed.

Crazy, this broken sword!

He didn't really erase its spirit.

Yingluo's horse neighed.

The horse's hoof was raised high and swung from side to side, Qiu Lingjun couldn't hold the rein and was thrown off the horse.

The sword spirit gathers momentum and tilts the sky.

Only then did Qiu Lingjun feel remorse.

This time, if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

The brothers and sisters from Buried Sword Valley came after them.

They don't have Yingluo horses, and they can't keep up with Qiu Lingjun.

"Junior Brother Qiu!"

"Come on."

"No, I can't take it..."

The face of the first senior sister was pale: "It's over."

Qiu Lingjun was born in the Qiu family of Yunzhou.

The Qiu family is an ancient clan of immortal cultivators, which has been passed down for thousands of years and has a profound heritage.

Otherwise, Qiu Lingjun would not be able to worship under Hongxue Xianzun even with a spiritual cultivation.

If Qiu Lingjun was injured, it would be bad luck for these escorts.

The elders of the enemies will definitely not let it go.

Although he knew that Yunzhou Qiu Lingjun had always been stubborn, but he really didn't expect him to be so ignorant.

It was a sword imbued with spirit, and the disciples of Jianzong couldn't control it yet, let alone Qiu Lingjun, who had just practiced spiritual cultivation.

The sword light is dazzling.

The sky is full of rainbow light.

Nearby Qiling and Xunhua peaks had disciples flying up to watch.

Qiu Lingjun also noticed it.

His eyelashes fluttered, his five fingers inserted into the ice, and he felt resentful.

He tilted his head, his cheeks were flushed, and his beautiful eyebrows were dazzling like fire.

Damn.

what to see!

sooner or later……

"It's my little uncle—"

"The little uncle is here."

The joy of the brothers and sisters suddenly rose.

What little uncle?

Is it the cheap brother that his cheap master accepted?According to his seniority, these people wanted to call him cheap brother and uncle.

What's the use of him coming.

Qiu Lingjun opened the "Dao Lingyan" and practiced rapidly, and his cultivation base is the best among the new generation.

Xie Yu seemed to have been born a year earlier than him, so even if his cultivation level was higher than his, it would not be much higher.

Even if it is a natural bone.

But Qiu Lingjun still looked over, one breath, two breaths, before the person arrived, the jade-colored frost flowers arrived first.

In the light of the snow, a man came with a sword.

Plain gown without pattern, black hair hanging down the neck.

Extreme to indifferent cold, frost and snow can not be infected.

The sound entered the broken jade ball, and he called out: "Junior Brother."

Qiu Lingjun woke up like a dream.

He tentatively said, "Thank you, senior brother."

They didn't even see Xie Yu make a move. It seemed that when Shuanghua came... that sword's momentum disintegrated.

terrible.

Xie Yu's eyelashes moved slightly.

Her black hair hangs down like satin, her muscles are like carved jade, and her snow-white sleeves are like clouds of brocade.

He looked at Qiu Lingjun.

Junior Brother.

His younger brother.

A white dragon-like wrist sticks out, and the white fingers are spotless: "Get up."

Only then did Qiu Lingjun remember that he had fallen to the ground.

He pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, but still took Xie Yu's hand.

Warm and cool, like pinching a piece of cold jade.

Those fingers were extremely beautiful, white enough to be almost transparent, with light blue blood vessels covered with gurgling sounds under the thin flesh.Qiu Lingjun was fascinated by watching, but when Xie Yu withdrew his hand, he felt a little lost.

His attitude became a little obedient: "Thank you, brother..."

The man turned sideways.

Two strands of black hair were blown up by the wind, she waved her sleeves, and a trace of plum fragrance fell off her robe.

A sword runs against the sky, chasing the wind, floating in the air.

Qiu Lingjun chased him all the way, and the sword that almost killed him floated beside Xie Yu's body very docilely: "This is the sword of Daoist Lingwei in the past. It followed Daoist Lingwei into Jiao Palace and cut off Fengqi's sword. Indus, the breath is like a rainbow."

Accompanied by Xie Yu's whispers, the sword's body glowed with white light.

Hard-edged.

Qiu Lingjun didn't expect this sword to have such a big background.

No wonder it is so difficult to tame.

He smiled and said, "Then I want to congratulate Senior Brother."

It stands to reason that he should be grateful to Xie Yu, but it still makes people feel dissatisfied that the treasure he chased all the way was robbed halfway.

The sword buried in the Sword Valley is where the capable disciples of Jianzong live.

Qiu Lingjun shook off the snow from his sleeves.

About to leave.

"Call it a name."

Qiu Lingjun was startled: "What?"

He was born in the Qiu clan, although he didn't know this sword, but he was used to seeing treasures, his eyesight was good, and he saw this sword with restrained light and natural energy.

This sword already has a sword spirit.

It's still weak, but it can definitely enter the top rank.

Even if it is the first sect of Canglan, there are not many swords buried in the sword valley in the holy land of Jianzong.

Money and treasures touch people's hearts, and Qiu Lingjun felt that even if he had set his sights on this sword first, and chased it all the way out of the Burial Sword Valley, Xie Yu would not let him.

This statement came out.

Qiu Lingjun still doesn't believe it.

The other disciples were already envious.

"very nice."

"I also want to be a junior uncle and junior brother."

"Junior Brother Qiu really hit his luck."

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being a little uncle."

"I send role models, and my generation regulates."

Qiu Lingjun's ears moved slightly.

Everyone else is convinced?

This is a sword with spirit.

Xie Yu...

Qiu Lingjun thought to himself, and he opened his white eyes: "That Lingjun is so disrespectful."

Facing the envious eyes of other disciples, he glanced at the white sword, "Since senior brother knows the origin of this sword, why not ask senior brother to give it a name."

Xie Yu stared at the sword, while Su Bai rubbed the body of the sword with his fingers, and said what he said in his previous life: "Enter the dragon palace, cut the phoenix tree, and exhale to the sky to form a white rainbow."

His eyelashes were black, "Call it Baihong."

The Baihong Sword was stained with his blood.

More than once.

white rainbow.

Good name.

Qiu Lingjun tasted it carefully, and couldn't help but feel happy: "Baihong."

The sword is clanging.

Xie Yu took half a step back and looked down.

At this time, Qiu Lingjun had just started cultivating, dressed in black and white eyes, frivolous and rebellious, he was still a teenager.

The Baihong sword swayed and moved.

Qiu Lingjun probed his hand, reluctantly separated a wisp of spirit, and punched it into the Baihong sword.

With a trembling of the Baihong sword, he floated to Qiu Lingjun's side.

He stroked his hand, and a white light shot straight into the sky.

Bai Hongjian recognizes the master.

Tell the world.

……

Misty Palace.

Qiling and Xunhua Peak Master looked at Shuiyue Jinghua and remained silent.

It is a great opportunity for the children of Jianzong to open the Burial Sword Valley once a hundred years.

A female cultivator in Tsing Yi stood with flowers, her phoenix eyes and red lips: "He is a disciple of Hongxue Immortal, so he can naturally be buried in the Sword Valley. However, he is only a spiritual practitioner, how can He Dehe hold Ling Wei's sword... or the Xie Yu Gang his."

The nun in Tsing Yi's name is Hua Xunlu, and she is a close friend of Taoist Ling Wei with a deep friendship.

She didn't think that Qiu Lingjun was a spiritual cultivator, and she was even more displeased to see him hooking the spirit body of the Baihong Sword with the lock silk thread: "It's not being stubborn, it's being cruel and tyrannical."

The swords that can be included in the Burial Sword Valley are all left by the seniors of Jianzong.

The head of Jianzong, Ling Xun Daojun.

He has a good temperament and is a well-known good old man. He sneered twice: "Junior Sister's words are a bit biased. That child Ling Jun is still young, and besides, he suffered a lot when he was young, so it is inevitable that he is a bit arrogant."

"Three-year-old looks old. I just got impatient, so I used the lock-spirited silk to bind the sword spirit..." Hua Xunlu didn't want to say more, and sneered twice, "I didn't approve of him joining the sword sect."

Locking the spirit thread is a unique cultivation method for spiritual cultivation.

It can destroy all things and spirits. It is extremely terrifying and evil. Spiritual cultivation was once classified as evil cultivation in ancient times.

After listening for a long time, Yun Buqi yawned.

He stretched his waist and said indifferently: "Jindu has come in, what's the fuss about it? Let's say that Qiu Lingjun got...Whether the Baihong Sword is in line with the school's rules or not."

Jian and the new owner will be renamed.

Brother Ling Wei's sword is now called Bai Hong.

Hua Xunlu frowned: "If it wasn't for Xie Yu..."

Yun Buqi clapped his palms: "It is Qiu Lingjun's ability to have a good senior brother. Okay, don't bother the master anymore. Let's declare the end of this trip to the Sword Burial Valley."

Hua Xunlu can only be dissatisfied.

Although she is the master of the peak, Jianzong respects the rules: "Huh!" Before leaving, "I don't think he is a good person. You can do it yourself."

Taoist Ling Xun looked at Yun Buqi, and smiled wryly: "It seems that Junior Sister is very dissatisfied."

Yun Buqi also smiled: "Don't mention this. You can't let the Baihong Sword continue to be vacant in the Burial Sword Valley. It has been hundreds of years, except Hongxue's apprentice, Xie Yu. Who did the younger sister look at. But she fell in love with it. Xie Yu, but Hongxue did not agree, he went to find the sword embryo, and said that he would forge a sword for Xie Yu himself. Although Qiu Lingjun is a spiritual cultivator, he is a disciple of my Jianzong who joined my Jianzong. It will disappoint Ling Wei's sword."

"Too."

Ling Xun sighed, "I don't know when Junior Sister will come out."

After Ling Wei's death, although Hua Xunlu didn't say anything, anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

Yun Buqi looked up to the sky: "That's her problem. As a cultivator of my generation, fighting to death at Yueguan is a worthy death."

Ling Wei died in Yueguan Gorge in the last tidal battle.

Ling Xun didn't say much.

Jianzong, Tengyun Pavilion.

The cranes circled, and the colorful clouds were faint.

"Boom-thump-"

The ancient bells were heavy and deafening.

The light curtain connects the sky and the earth, and the small golden characters are like swimming fish.

The new disciples stopped making noise and looked up at the light curtain.

This trip to Burial Sword Valley is particularly important.

This can determine whether you are an inner disciple or an outer disciple, resource treatment, and good performance may even be accepted as a personal heir by the elders.

It is possible to reach the sky in one step or be a handyman.

"I saw a towering white rainbow, who could it be?"

"The Chen Liuxie clan, the Jiangxia Huang clan, and the Tianshui Zhao clan all have disciples here. I'm sure we can't compare to those from the immortal cultivating families."

"It's moving, it's moving."

Compared to the noisy crowd.

Huang Zui, Zhao Zaishui and the others looked at each other.

They are all well-known, and they are also talented people everywhere, but this time it is not them.

Treasure items.

Fanpin, treasure, magic weapon, spiritual weapon, fairy weapon.

At least the recognition of the master of the spiritual weapon has a vision to announce to the world.

The new kid got a spiritual weapon.

Unbelievable, unheard of.

"Come out, come out!"

"Look."

"It can't be a newcomer, it must be the brothers and sisters."

"Yunzhou! Who is Yunzhou?"

"Could it be the Qiu family of Yunzhou?"

"I heard that there is only one person from the Qiu family, and he has only practiced for a few years! It is absolutely impossible."

Out--

"Yunzhou, Qiu Lingjun."

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