"The sword-clearing ceremony is finally about to begin." Ling Pengyue stood on the roof of a building not far away, overlooking the sword-clearing hall.

"Have you found your brother?" Murong Haoyue did not look at Qingjian Tang, but turned his back to Ling Pengyue.

"I saw it." Ling Pengyue looked at the high-spirited young man in Chinese clothes, "Next to him is one of the black and white eunuchs in the court, the white eunuch with jade Yu Jing, who seems to be the cousin of Yuwei, the black eunuch with bone hands.

When I was a child, I studied with him in the palace school. But soon after graduation, the two of them became apprentices to the Grand Master Mo of Liang Yang.

Wendong is a teacher, and in recent days, Grand Master Mo was appointed by the emperor and became King Jing's teacher. These two eunuchs should also have an ulterior relationship with King Jing, and they like to tease flowers and birds, but

The third person who inquired about court affairs did not know anything about the matter and should have thought that Yuwei was just a bodyguard assigned to him by King Jing."

"What does this mean?" Murong Haoyue asked lightly.

"It means that it must be King Jing's handiwork that brought the third child here." Ling Pengyue shook his head.

Murong Haoyue also sighed after hearing this.

"Brothers have different hearts, husband and wife are separated forever, and old friends are alienated. These are the three major regrets in the world. Brother Murong, you have the latter two, and I have the former. We are really the same people who have fallen from the world." Ling Pengyue said with a bitter smile.

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Murong Haoyue had long been accustomed to his jokes, but his face was not relaxed at the moment, "Now is not the time to joke."

"What?" Ling Pengyue raised his eyebrows.

"The aura rises eastwards. Even I, who have just dabbled in Qi Dao, can feel the ominous aura of that mountain." Murong Haoyue pointed in the direction of Qingshan Mountain.

"Is there an ominous atmosphere?" Ling Pengyue murmured.

On top of Qingshan Mountain.

Liu Zangfeng's sword energy was as fast as thunder. Wherever it passed, the grass was uprooted and turned into a mess.

Ru Hui's demon-subduing pestle made of pure copper was split into two pieces and fell to the ground. He could not withstand the sword, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken.

"You are indeed the weak Liu Fufeng who is known for his ability to overcome strength with softness." Ruhui bumped into a big rock and coughed out a mouthful of blood, "Ruhui learned a lesson today."

"This is not an ordinary weak Liu Fufeng sword." Liu Zangfeng replied calmly.

Ruhui smiled bitterly, raised her head and lamented, "Master."

"In this way, all karma and obstacles will be eliminated." Liu Zangfeng took back the February Spring Willow and looked at the monks who had all been knocked to the ground. "This Wisdom Heart Obstacle Destroying Formation requires a highly qualified person who is proficient in the six branches of Buddhism.

The master has come to guard the formation. The formation formed by you, a group of young disciples, can only break the form of this barrier, but cannot break its meaning. And in your Hanshan Temple, the only one who has this qualification is you.

Master Chen Kong passed away."

"This is exactly the master's last wish." Ruhui picked up the half of the demon-subduing pestle that was riddled with sword scars. Her magical power was at its peak, as if the arhat had come in person, "The young monk has to do what the master ordered."

"At the end of the strong crossbow." Liu Zangfeng's body slipped behind Ru Hui, and in this moment, there was actually a subtle sword draw.

This sword caused all the golden light that had been forcibly condensed in Ru Hui's eyes to disintegrate, and also provided Liu Zangfeng with the power of his own sword. When he stepped into the Qingjian Hall, it was the moment when his sword power was at its strongest.

But in the blink of an eye, Liu Zangfeng's figure disappeared. In the eyes of everyone, he was like a fast meteor, flying towards Junshan quickly.

A young monk with a wooden fish hanging on his waist stood up, came to Ruhui's side, helped him up, and said with a bit of sadness: "Brother, we have not completed the things that Master entrusted to us before he died.

"

Most of the monks present felt sad after hearing this, and all of them thought of the kind and long-winded old monk. They didn't even care about the injuries on his body, and began to shed tears. Some even cried loudly regardless of the image.

"Array eyes, array eyes, array eyes..." Ru Hui murmured and suddenly raised her head and laughed wildly.

When the monks around him saw this, they were all shocked. The young monk who was supporting him looked worried, "Senior brother, could it be that Master Liuzhuang knocked him unconscious?"

"This Master of Liuzhuang is really secretive. He knows all the pros and cons of this Buddhist magical power formation." Ru Hui suddenly stopped laughing, faced the direction of Junshan, and shouted: "But no matter what he does,

I never imagined that his so-called formation eye is on top of Junshan right now, in the body of a person!"

On Junshan's side, Murong Haoyue withdrew his Qi Taoist technique, "Originally there were still two qi that were conflicting, but now it seems that one of the qi has been extinguished by the other."

"What?" Ling Pengyue narrowed his eyes.

"It's sword energy!" Murong Haoyue shouted in a deep voice, "This sword energy seems to be rising continuously, heading this way!"

"Continuously rising? Is he gathering momentum?" Ling Pengyue frowned, "However, what the Sword Burial Villa did back then made almost all sword users in the world hate it, and the Sword Sacrifice Conference actually had ulterior motives.

Is the sword man trespassing?"

"I'm going to stop him." Murong Haoyue pulled out the blood sword Hongyan from his waist, "so that he won't affect your brother who saved you. I'm going to repay you for revealing the flowering period to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an ink crane formed and flew away on the wind.

"You, a Taoist priest, would actually say such disgusting words to someone other than her." Ling Pengyue's eyes were filled with fighting intent, "It's not a bad trip!"

In Qingjian Hall, in a room by the pool.

"I didn't expect you guys to come anyway." Lin Huaiman looked at the two girls in front of him with an extremely ugly look on his face.

Liu Yili wore a mask and stepped forward to salute, "Mother, I have my own sword, so I should be able to participate in this sword cleaning ceremony; and my sister inherited your bloodline and came to learn from you how to circulate the blood in the scabbard.

What’s wrong with that?”

Liu Biran's face was extremely haggard, as if she hadn't slept all night. She also followed Liu Yili and bowed.

Lin Huaiman did not pay attention to Liu Yili, but looked at Liu Biran, "A traitor of the sect, a remnant of the evil way, has made you so sad? Cheer up."

"Mother, what you said is a bit wrong." It was Liu Yili who answered her.

"Oh? What's wrong?" When talking to Liu Yili, Lin Huaiman's tone was far less warm than when talking to Liu Biran.

"When my father met you in Wushan, you were a saint of the Sheath Clan. In the eyes of the Sheath Clan, your father was a rude and ignorant trespasser, but you still left with him. At that time, did you have any

Have you considered the identities between you and your father?" Liu Yili said coldly.

Lin Huaiman's face darkened.

Liu Yili then said: "Loving someone has nothing to do with status."

"When will it be your turn to discipline me again?" Lin Huaiman avoided Liu Yili's eyes and walked straight to the door, "Just stay here for me and come out when necessary, or, this ceremony

Come out when it's over."

"Mother." Liu Biran finally called her.

"What's the matter?" Lin Huaiman had pushed his hand on the door without turning his head.

"That thing was really not what my aunt asked me to do back then." Liu Biran stood up and wanted to explain, but Lin Huaiman quickly opened the door and walked out, nodding at Liu Pan who had been waiting outside for a long time.

nodded.

Liu Pan understood immediately, mobilized his inner strength, and shouted with a voice that could cover the entire hall:

"The ceremony begins!"
Chapter completed!