My filial piety has gone bad

It's not right to swear.

But, this is the stunning beauty of the sword holder in Zongzhi Mountain!

All the disciples at the bottom of the mountain, the coach and the elders at the mountainside heaved a long sigh of relief, finally regaining their face.

Even the gloomy and heavy old face of Huangfu Qun on the opposite side relaxed a little.

After Ling Zhouyue entered the sect, such scenes were not common.

Only then did he realize that 500 years ago, Ling Zhouyue might not have been the secret work of Daomeng'an's insertion into the sect, but might really have a heart for the sect.

But after thinking about it, it is also true that this woman swindled money to buy wine in Jingku, and spread the secrets of the sect in various imperial capitals, Dongfu City and even Chaos City...

Is she just a carefree neutral?

Does such a person really exist in the Dharma-ending Age?

Or is she hiding more secrets?

Huangfu Qun was puzzled.

Down the mountain, on the welcome stage.

The two old coaches who presided over the Chengjian meeting also followed with a sigh of relief, straightened their waists, and gave up their plan to go to the top of the mountain to welcome guests.

Through the scattered clouds, Xiao Ran looked up at the master's graceful figure like a sword. He never expected that in the end, the master would bear the burden of the active atmosphere of spring frogs and autumn cicadas.

He thought to himself, Master is simple, but when it comes to critical moments, he still has strength and arrogance.

beside.

There were stars in Chu Yan's eyes, sparkling with admiration, her left hand excitedly grasped Xiao Ran's arm, and her fingertips pierced his Tsing Yi, piercing into his flesh.

Snapped!

Xiao Ran slapped her on the back of the forehead.

Not painful, but refreshing.

It's someone else who makes you happy, don't leave a medal on me!

"Ah, sorry."

Chuyan hurriedly let go, and then grabbed her own right arm with her left hand.

From Xiao Ran's point of view, this is a manifestation of incontinence, which he has seen in some young meat pick-up groups in his previous life.

air.

The violent scattered clouds raised by the tide pushed the black boat ten feet away, washed the sails, and swayed the boat, creating a feeling of falling and falling.

Heishi and the old ruling made the soles of their feet suddenly vacant, and they were on the verge of falling, and they barely stabilized by using force.

However, Li Wuxie drooped her eyelids, remained motionless, and even took out a cup of black sand pot from her bosom.

When he saw a woman, he would always take out the black sand pot, otherwise his back would hurt.

It's an old problem.

Instinctively uncovered and looked, there were few goji berries, so I couldn't help frowning, feeling empty that I wished that the Chengjian Conference would end sooner, so I could go back and add some goji berries.

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at Ling Zhouyue, good guy, you're outrageous!

He didn't dare to take a closer look, just glanced lightly, and said after a long time:

"Ling Zhouyue, you have become stronger."

There is a feeling in the speech that Ling Zhouyue is stamped and authenticated by the posture of a senior in the academy. No matter how weak his body is, he must maintain the dignity of the Dao League when he speaks.

Ling Zhouyue shook her head and sipped her wine.

"You are weak."

She didn't know anything about Li Wuxie's fate, but even she couldn't help but sigh when the academy's arrogance fell to this point.

Being coerced by Bo Yunzi, Li Wuxie was upset, so he slashed out with a sword.

Called weak by Ling Zhouyue, Li Wuxie was powerless to refute, so she could only secretly sip a big mouthful of goji berry, chew it raw and soak it into her waist, and then she felt a little stiff.

"It's an extraordinary time, so there's no need to gossip, let's start inheriting the sword."

Ling Zhouyue curled her lips and pinched her waist proudly, showing the figure of a devil.

"What's the hurry, why don't you take a look at my apprentice first?"

Li Wuxie lowered her eyes. As a swordsman, since he was airborne on the top of the mountain, how could he lower himself to meet the subject in advance?

What's more, this sword bearer is still the one who killed the falcon of the Daomeng!

"As a swordsman, the only possibility of not being able to see the sword bearer is that the sword bearer failed to set foot on the sword mound and missed the ancient sword."

As expected of you, just hold on.

Ling Zhouyue smiled.

"Don't get me wrong, I let you see him, I just want you to prepare in advance, lest you will be too surprised later, and your body won't be able to bear it."

Li Wuxie drooped her panda eyes, and said indifferently:

"How can a novice disciple do something that even the master can't do?"

Ling Zhouyue smiled without saying a word, raised her head and drank a ton, then flung her sleeves and left, returned to the elders' seat on the mountainside, ready to watch a play.

……

The Sword Inheritance Conference began immediately.

The two Yuanying coaches each took out a round black sword stone to test the physical and mental state of the sword bearer, whether it is suitable for bearing the sword, and whether it is dangerous.

Xiao Ran and Chu Yan pressed their fingerprints on the Black Sword Stone one after another.

The status of the whetstone is displayed.

Chuyan's handprints are reddish in color and smooth in texture, indicating that she is in perfect peak state both physically and mentally, and even has a sense of excitement that is bursting with blood, which is very suitable for Cheng Jian.

Xiao Ran thought to himself, you have already left medals on me, how can you not be excited?

However, Xiao Ran's handprints are dark in color, entangled in texture, and stagnant, which shows that his physical condition and psychological condition are very bad, and he is completely unsuitable for participating in the Chengjian Conference.