Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

"Elder Meng, let me express my condolences. Take care of yourself."

"Realist Jixiao passed away, and the world mourns the same. We mourn here, and may he rest in peace."

After Meng Xueli paid respects, representatives of other sects came forward one after another to express their condolences to the only surviving relative of Daoist Jixiao.

Faced with a group of elders who were more than ten times his age and whose cultivation level was unknown, Meng Xueli did not feel any fear at all. When she met those she knew, she exchanged a few pleasantries, and those she didn't know could also identify her identity by their clothes and tone of voice. The etiquette is thorough and the words are correct.

Everyone in Hanshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The first time they saw Taoist Jixiao was a bit pleasing to the eye, the head was very relieved, and said to him via voice transmission: "Thank you for your hard work."

Meng Xueli was taken aback, thinking, what's the trouble?I'm afraid that the main drama hasn't even started yet. How could I have just read the story for nothing in the past three years?

He turned his gaze to the high and high Jixiao Tablet, but his sight was blocked by a person.

The visitor was wearing an apricot-yellow monk's robe, with a middle-aged face and a soft expression: "Elder Meng came by coincidence, and the poor monk has something to ask for advice."

Meng Xueli saluted slightly: "I dare not be so, Master, please tell me."

The monk said slowly: "After Immortal Sword Master passed away, where is his 'Chukong Wuya Sword'?"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole hall was silent.

Regardless of the host or guest, everyone knows in their hearts that today's Hanshan ancestral hall will inevitably talk about 'the beginning of the sky is boundless'.But he didn't want Nanling Temple, who had nothing to do with the world, to ask such a straightforward and simple question.

Meng Xue didn't change her face: "This is the relic of my Taoist couple, and it is naturally in my Changchun Peak."

A hundred years ago, when the demons invaded the human world, the six sects devoted all their efforts to casting a peerless divine weapon and dedicated it to Ji Xiao, asking him to hold the sword to guard the peace of the world.

The meteorite iron from Mingyue Lake is used as raw material, the earth-centered flint from Beiming Mountain is used for ignition, the sacred wood from Songfeng Valley is used as fuel material, and the Lingquan water from Nanling Temple is used to quench the sword. The masters of the sect gathered on the cold mountain to meet the sky cliff, and watched the real Jixiao personally open the furnace.

When the sword was completed, wars were raging everywhere, and the wind and rain were precarious. No one thought about where the sword would go and whose hands would it belong to if Ji Xiao was no longer around?

There is a saying in the practice world called "Jixiao is near the cold mountain, three feet and three feet away from the sky", which means that Jixiao is at the top of the mountain, standing on the top of the cold mountain, only three feet and three feet away from the sky.And his famous sword "Chukong Wuya", the sword length is exactly three feet three.

In people's inherent cognition, Ji Xiao will always have it, just like the sun will always hang in the sky, and the river will always flow eastward into the sea.

The atmosphere of the ancestral hall changed subtly. Meng Xueli noticed a sharp gaze on her body. When she turned her head to look, a tall and thin middle-aged man stared at him: "Elder Meng didn't know something. The six schools of this sword were cast together, so it cannot be counted as a sword. Your Taoist companion's relic."

This person was wearing a dark blue sword jacket, carrying an ancient sword on his back, and his expression was cold.

Meng Xueli saluted and said, "So it's the sword-wielding elder of Mingyue Lake."

Everyone in Hanshan was slightly angry when they heard the words, and the headmaster said indifferently: "Back then, we cast swords for the human world, and Ji Xiao also held swords and fought for the human world all his life, until he died. Why don't you accept it?"

The elder of Mingyue Lake didn't think it was disobedient, and proudly said: "The dead are gone, I obey Jixiao, not Hanshan."

A group of disciples from Mingyue Lake in green coats stood behind him, forming a vague opposition to the disciples from Hanshan in white coats.

However, Han Shan's master said coldly: "The magic weapon has lost its owner, and Han Shan is not indifferent to greedy treasures. Since no one is worthy of this sword, it is better to destroy it!"

In an instant, the expressions of everyone in the ancestral hall changed.

Master Nanling Temple smiled and said: "Chukong Wuya has followed Daoist Jixiao for many years, and he has already developed the spirituality of recognizing the Lord. He definitely doesn't want to be controlled by others. It is useless for other sects to get swords. According to the poor monk, our temple can This sword was returned to the furnace to be remade, refined into six magical instruments, and distributed to the six sects, everyone was very happy."

All the monks around him proclaimed the Buddha's name together, calling it good and good.

Many young disciples didn't understand why, so someone asked their companions through voice transmission: "What does Nanling Temple mean? The first to raise trouble, and the first to speak for Han Shan?"

"Whoever holds the sword has nothing to do with the Buddhist cultivators, but they don't want the six factions to fight for the gods and stir up blood and blood in the human world, so they come forward to make peace. So that the 'South and North Mountains' each take a step back...It's a pity People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and Buddha cultivators have a pure heart and few desires, just afraid that others will not like it."

"Master's words are wrong." Elder Wu Yinguan said, "Once the magic weapon is completed, it is a gift from heaven. I spent all my efforts in casting the sword, so how can I destroy it so easily? Recasting is also a waste of heaven and earth. Even if Chukong Wuya does not Unsheathed, it is also a divine tool, with it pressing the formation, it can increase the power of any formation by ten times..."

Wuyinguan doesn't use swords and weapons, but only studies the way of formation talismans, and everyone knows that what he said is true.

The elder of Beiming Mountain said: "If Master Jian has an apprentice to inherit the mantle, of course this sword will be passed on to his disciple. Even if there is no disciple, as long as he says, who should own this sword, I will be convinced, and there will be no other words. ! But has Sword Master said that?"

Although Han Shan has the advantage of being at home, he is unwilling to turn against many sects at the same time.The other sects thought they had all the reasons, and they didn't want to bear the notoriety of disturbing Ji Xiao's heroic spirit.

The entire ancestral hall is like a bow stretched tight, with the arrow on the string. When the two sides were in a stalemate, someone suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

The voice was clear and clear, and when everyone took a closer look, it turned out to be Ji Xiao's young and weak Taoist companion.

No one thought that he would dare to speak in the face of such a battle.

The young master in brocade clothes was stared at by all kinds of eyes, his face was pale, and he seemed a little scared: "My Taoist partner, he did say... After he ascended, this sword will be given to the outstanding juniors in the world. They are the hope and hope of the world." The future. Swords are given to heroes, and those who are capable live there, regardless of their sect or sect."

Some people think, has Han Shan already made arrangements?But the headmaster looked surprised: "Is this true?"

"Of course, I swear by my Taoist companion's personality."

Meng Xueli said in her heart, I'm sorry, brother Ji, I'll use your name first.

Before he finished speaking, someone responded with a loud voice: "Since the real person said it himself, regardless of sect's opinion, we must obey the will!"

Meng Xueli: "My Taoist companion once said that when he established the rules of the Vast Sea Secret Realm, he intended to select younger generations."

Everyone in Hanshan had complex expressions, and the headmaster sighed: "Jixiao's mind is tolerant of the world, that's what he really knows."

The six sects disagreed with each other, and Han Shan was ready to destroy the sword, but there was another way in front of him: decide the ownership of the sword in a fair and just way.

A hundred years ago, after the war between humans and demons ended, Ji Xiao didn't want the human race to fight internally, and decided to use the secret realm of the vast sea opened every 20 years as the arena, and each sect would select outstanding young disciples to participate.

In the end, according to the ranking of the secret realm, the allocation of cultivation resources in the next 20 years will be decided, including the allocation of many unowned natural materials and earth treasures, the mining rights of Lingshi veins, and so on.

With Ji Xiao's prestige in the world, no one should answer, the struggle in the world has dropped sharply, and the "Big Contest in the Vast Sea Secret Realm" has continued to this day.

The leader of Hanshan said loudly: "Everyone, the next big competition will be in the early spring of next year. At that time, Hanshan would like to present the leader with the prize of 'Early Space and Boundless'!"

The dignified atmosphere was broken, and all factions were in an uproar.

"Will this be too hasty?"

"Han Shan is really willing to..."

In the past, to encourage young disciples to participate in the competition, the sect would give out some magical treasures and spirit pills as prizes, but today's matter is no small matter. The leader will inherit the legendary Jixiao Divine Weapon, the unparalleled Chukong Wuya Sword.

"Husband!" Meng Xueli suddenly came out of the crowd and bowed down in front of Jixiao's tablet: "Your last wish has been fulfilled, rest in peace."

Seeing his mournful expression, tears in his eyes, and his thin figure crumbling, everyone was silent for a while.

Meng Xueli thought, luckily Que Xianming wasn't here, otherwise he would have spit on me.

"Jixiao, before you left, you said that you would give me a gift when you come back this time. Who knows that one side will be a farewell, and you and I will be separated. I don't want the gift anymore, so you can leave me a thought..."

His words are childish, but because of his young age, his childish expression is moving.

All the elders in Hanshan sighed in their hearts, and the head of the sect also felt sad. Today Hanshan's old people gathered, and the eulogies were full of literary talents, but if there are people who are wholeheartedly sad for Jixiao and have no other plans, I'm afraid there are only a handful of them.Ji Xiao, this incompetent Taoist companion, is the most sincere and pitiful one.

But Meng Xueli said: "I would like to participate in next year's Hanhai Grand Competition. If I can win back your saber, it will not be in vain for you and my Taoist couple."

The uproar broke out again, the head of the sect quickly took two steps to help Meng Xueli up, and said in a low voice: "Nonsense, Dabi is not as simple as you imagined, this is a fatal matter." Immediately, Elder Han Shan tried to clarify: "Elder Meng joked for a while , it can’t be true.”

Meng Xueli smiled miserably: "My Taoist companion is dead, so what if I go with him?"

The guests talked a lot, and even forgot to transmit the voice.

"His cultivation base is low, but his temperament is so strong that it is not in vain that Sword Master treats him with great favor."

"Why die in vain? I heard that he hasn't left Changchun Peak for three years, so it's no wonder he's naive and stupid."

Meng Xueli remained unmoved, with a straight posture, fixedly looking at the tablet of Jixiao: "If you are alive in heaven, please testify for me!"