Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Wang Kui has lived for such a long time, but the ancestor has only heard of him and never seen him.

Even the leader had only met him once.

This dazzling golden dragon actually has a connection with the ancestor.

Wang Kui was shocked and fear instantly struck his heart. He didn't dare to say anything more.

He bowed three times respectfully to the golden dragon, then hurriedly pulled Mo Chen away.

After Wang Kui left, the golden dragon meandered its body and came in front of Chengfeng.

It lowered its head slightly and blew gently towards Chengfeng, its voice low and powerful, "Get up!"

Chengfeng did not forget the golden dragon in front of him.

I still remember clearly that night, I saw eight identical golden dragons in a deep tree hole.

At that time, the eight five-clawed golden dragons were agile and carefully lifting a sedan chair the size of a fist.

There was a mysterious creature in the sedan, and its vicissitudes of life voice still echoes in my ears.

Chengfeng's old illness had not yet healed and he was unable to get up. At this moment, he was extremely weak and could only lie on the ground with his hands clasped together.

"Thank you for your help, senior. I am ill and cannot get up. Please forgive me."

The five-clawed golden dragon said "Huh", nodded slightly, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes: "I see, not bad, not bad."

Cheng Feng's face was filled with sorrow. "Senior! My master just died tragically. Now, I am in this state again. How can I be good at this?"

The five-clawed golden dragon shook his head, "This is just your training, don't take it too seriously."

"Sharpening?" Chengfeng was speechless.

This hardship is so profound, like a sharp sword, deeply hurting the soul.

The master used to be so kind, but now he was broken into two and lay helplessly on the ground.

The pale sunlight mercilessly sprinkled on his body, covering his body with a layer of desolate coat.

Chengfeng clenched his hands into fists, but he felt so helpless.

"Yes! This is a test of your body and mind. Only in this way can you become stronger."

Jin Long glanced at him and said calmly.

At this point, Chengfeng knew that things could no longer be reversed, but he had to go on.

He sighed, "Senior, how should I proceed in the future?"

The five-clawed golden dragon lowered its head and thought for a moment, its eyes becoming a little dazed.

"Your path is full of unknowns. Just follow your heart and walk the path you want to take."

After hearing this, Chengfeng remained silent, staring blankly at Xuanjizi's body, and fell into confusion.

When the five-clawed golden dragon saw that Chengfeng stopped talking, a hint of depth flashed in its golden eyes.

"Alright! My dear, it's time for me to go too. We'll see you later."

As soon as the words fell, a golden light disappeared.

In an instant, the five-clawed golden dragon disappeared.

Looking at the two broken pieces of Xuanjizi's body on the ground, Chengfeng's heart was filled with grief.

But he could no longer hate the old man who killed him.

Chengfeng vaguely felt that the world was not black and white, and everyone had their own stories and difficulties.

After a long time, the old illness disappeared on its own.

Chengfeng stood up from the ground, carefully moved Xuanjizi's broken body into the house and placed it on a door panel.

Then, he picked up the Qingmang sword on the ground, chopped some wood, and made a simple coffin for Xuanjizi.

It was not until Xuanjizi's severed body was put into the coffin that Chengfeng discovered the package on him.

Inside was a secret book on swordsmanship and some loose silver coins, which were the only relics left on Xuanjizi.

Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and only took the silver, but not the secret book. He didn't know that this was something Xuanjizi left for him.

Chengfeng found a vacant place in the back mountain, dug a hole, and buried Xuanjizi, the swordsmanship secrets, and the Qingmang sword together.

These things accompanied the master throughout his life, recording his former brilliance and glory. Chengfeng didn't want to take away the old man's only thought.

After doing all this, Chengfeng discovered that there was still a golden coin lying on the ground.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand was gone.

The Sword Emperor only took away the Heaven-Slaying Sword, but did not take his body with him.

Chengfeng frowned, dug a hole at the foot of the mountain, threw Jin Buhuan's body in, and buried it hastily.

The Jianxuan Sect was in a state of ruin and devastation.

After this battle, this place was almost razed to the ground.

The houses collapsed and the walls fell down, making it impossible to live there anymore.

"Ugh!"

Cheng Feng sighed softly. What should he do next? Go home? Or go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find his senior brother?

After considering for a long time, Chengfeng chose neither path.

The purpose of running away from home is to seek medical treatment.

Now, the stubborn disease has not shown any improvement. How can we just go back like this?

If the master can’t cure it, there is still the great doctor Hua Tuo from Xia Pi City.

Chengfeng simply packed a few pieces of clothes and left Jianxuanmen with the broken sword whose tip had been cut off by Mo Chen.

A cold wind blew, and a few fallen leaves slowly fell from the sky, adding a touch of sadness to the land.

……

Chengfeng walked on a winding mountain path for more than ten days.

The mountain breeze blows on my face, bringing with it the freshness of grass and trees, and seems to wash away the haze in my heart.

As you walk deeper, a quaint and prosperous mountain town quietly comes into view.

I walked along the bluestone road under my feet, riding the wind, into the town. Although my steps seemed tired, my eyes were shining with anticipation.

For more than ten days, we have been walking in the deserted wilderness, but now we have finally entered a densely populated area.

Chengfeng looked around, carefully taking in the surrounding environment.

There is a restaurant in front. It is neither big nor small, and business doesn't seem to be very good. The hall is empty and a bit deserted.

"Meituan Hungry Horse"

Looking at the golden sign on the restaurant's door, Cheng Feng smiled faintly, "This restaurant is quite quiet."