Han Dan

Hearing Lin An's answer, Jianxiu snorted coldly, with a bad look on his face.Lin An held the sword, his eyes were cold.Several other people watched from the sidelines without saying a word.

The sword stele is surrounded by a circle of pools, separated by lots of red soil and jagged stone walls.The ground was too scarlet, and it was hard to tell whether it was the original color of the soil or the blood stain.

Zichen crossed his arms and looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

The five of them have worked so hard to reach this point, not for a momentary dispute.The two stood in a stalemate for a while, but there was no conflict in the end.Lin An took the sword back first, and the sword repairer sneered, and also looked away.In case of any change, several people carefully observed the sword stele and studied how to obtain the inheritance.

Unexpectedly, Lin An was still fearless.She flew over the pool, didn't even try it out, and didn't even try to find out the sages' way of swordsmanship, but directly raised the sword and faced the sword stele.

Jianxiu spat: "Arrogance."

Lin An didn't care, and slashed down heavily with the long sword——

The moment the sword tip touched the stone tablet, she let out a muffled groan, her meridians burst, and bright blood dripped into the pool.

In an instant, the water in the pool suddenly turned black, layer upon layer of rendering, and then acacia bloomed everywhere.

Scarlet soil, desolate monument, tender pink flowers.

The wind picked up, and the lights on all sides were hidden.There is only a beam of cold light flowing through the crevices of the stone, like a boundless night and a lonely cold moon.

Gu Qingmian: "This is—"

Zitang pursed his lips.His phoenix eyes were raised slightly, and his words were sarcasm, "He can hide it well."

Gu Qingmian was puzzled, "Why did you say that?"

Zitang answered irrelevantly: "The breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the water is cold and the flowers are pity. You can see the vastness of the world without looking for a corner."

This is the sword formula of Qinghan Guan, and it is also the training of watching.Gu Qingmian still doesn't know what this sentence means.But when he saw this pool of Albizia julibrissin blooming, the breeze was cold and the moon was cool, he quickly understood.

"You mean—"

Sword Tomb.

The Longevity Valley is made of a stone, a sword repairer, and a flower demon.

"The Baijian Tomb was built by the ancestors of Qinghanguan?"

"Ancestors?" Zichen sneered, "Jianzhong came from the hands of your first generation of masters."

The words fell like thunder on the ground.Gu Qingmian didn't know how to reply for a while, and then he heard him say: "The previous masters of Qinghan Temple are all named Qinghan, why don't you know?"

Gu Qingmian shook her head honestly.Gu Qinghe mentioned this rule to him, but he did it as a joke, saying how pitiful it is to be the head of the sect, it is cold and cold, so he must not die of cold on Qinghan Mountain.

Zitang glanced at him: "Your first-generation master was originally called Jiang Qing."

"He has a crush on the Longevity Valley Demon Venerable, Lord of the Shadow Remnants——Hanmu Luoying."

"Qinghan, it is the last word in his name, and it is connected with the first word of another person's name."

Zitang still remembers that the man had strong wine in his throat, and he laughed and raised his sword.No matter how many sword cultivators came and went in the sword mound in the future, none of them could compare to Jiang Qing's past, when the sword asked the bright moon and leaned on the breeze.

Qinghan Temple, Qinghan Mountain, Qinghan Sword, Qinghan Daoist...

It is said that the sword cultivator of Qinghan Temple was born lonely and cold all his life.But they don't know that Qinghan has no special meaning, it just wants to bind the two people together from first name to last name, so that they will not be separated from life to life.

In fact, that sword formula has no special meaning.

Maybe it was just a love word Jiang Qing said to Yu Hanmu Luoying. 1 years ago, the two worlds of human beings and demons broke apart, and Jiang Qing was buried here.If the flower demon can come here one more time, see you again.

Give him the cool breeze, give him the bright moon, the world is so big, Jiang Qing doesn't want a single corner, just give him everything.

He only wants him.

It's a pity that the flower demon will never come to the world again after the longevity is closed.Back then, Hanmu Luoying left a flower seed in the flower scavenging environment. In the vast world, only people in the flower scavenging environment can evoke this scene of "cold water and pity for flowers".

And Huanhuajing specializes in illusion, so where would it come to Jianzhong.

Gu Qingmian looked at him sideways, with a casual tone, and tapped on the side: "Senior, do you know the head of Jiang?"

Zitang saw through it at a glance: "This is the end, the next thing is that you shouldn't listen to it."

Gu Qingmian made a "hmm".

Seeing that his head was so stiff, Zitang felt bad, so he untied his hair with a wave of his hand.Gu Qingmian didn't know why, so he let him hold his long hair.Zitang hooked his fingertips and brought out a jade comb.

Unexpectedly, when the jade comb was in hand, Zichen gave a pause.

That jade comb was used by Jiang Qing when he was still alive.He was watered by the water of samsara back then, when he first opened the chaos, the No.1 he saw when he opened his eyes was Jiang Qing.

The old thief combed him a girl's hair with his backhand, and smiled shamelessly: "Son, call Dad quickly."

He is a jade demon, how can he understand the rules of the world?So this bun has lasted for thousands of years.

For 3000 years, several generations of sword cultivators dared to laugh and dare not speak when looking at his double bun.

Thinking of this, a vein popped up on Zichen's forehead.

He casually picked up the red string tied to his body.

Gu Qingmian caught a glimpse of the red rope out of the corner of his eye, and froze there.

The black hair hangs down, faintly entangled.Zitang's five fingers were like jade, and they slid across the side of his neck with a cool feeling.One by one, he gathered his long hair together and tied it with a red string.

The flowers underneath are blooming.

Acacia, Acacia, one by one, as if blooming from the tip of someone's heart.However, it eventually withered and turned into petals flying around, falling on Lin An's body one by one.The blood was still there, but the wound gradually healed and disappeared.

Not even a scar was left.

The cold moon is like frost, and the breeze is silent.

This is the lingering tenderness that I wanted to give to another person after time is separated.

Seeing the visions coming out together, Jianxiu said contemptuously, "Demon girl."

Lin An roared: "The sword compares the fleeting years, and everything in the world is broken!" The voice burst out, as if the stormy waves hit the shore, the rainstorm and the wind.She couldn't hold on any longer, staggered back, and supported the ground with her sword.

She still ignored the sword cultivator, but looked up, only to see a new scratch on the sword tablet.

The sword mark was extremely shallow, but it caused her to widen her eyes.The four people behind were also speechless.The sword mound was opened every thousand years, except for two occasional times, only a sword mark was added at other times.

She engraved it, which means that the remaining four people have little hope.

The sword cultivator didn't believe it, so he raised his sword to chop, but it was thrown away heavily, and blood spewed out again.

The three of them stopped watching and attacked the sword tablet one after another, but they were defeated one after another.

"No! How is this possible!" The sword cultivator shouted in shock: "The witch! You used sorcery!"

Lin An turned a deaf ear, just sheathed the sword and saluted the sword stele.

She was surprised, but she was not overjoyed, as if this stroke, the hit should be engraved by her.

"Thank you seniors for your advice, the juniors know how to go."

After saying that, she turned around and left without even looking at the other sword marks.

"You, you!" The sword cultivator struck again, but still no trace was left.He couldn't believe it for a moment, his eyes were flushed, and he couldn't choose what to say, "Bah - women are still showing their heads and their clothes are disheveled. You sisters are not good things!"

Lin Anben ignored it, so he naturally dared to push forward.

But just as he mentioned the word "sister", Lin An suddenly turned around, opened and closed the epee, and slammed down hard.

The sword cultivator flashed sideways, Lin An drew his sword, and the sword and man merged into one, almost forming a sword light, and went out of the sheath.The sword cultivator's tone was arrogant, and he also had the capital of madness.Turn around to block, hold the epee firmly.

He spat, turned his defense into an attack, and stabbed straight at her eyes, trying to gouge her eyes out.

The long sword pierced Lin An's cheek, and the bones were visible.She didn't take a step back, showing her sharpness.

The epee pointed straight at the opponent, almost breaking.

Zitang sneered: "Empty has talent, but he is narrow-minded and impetuous."

"It can't be a big weapon."

"It's your senior sister, who is a good seedling. She has just realized it, but she hasn't penetrated it yet, so she can't be ruined here." Zicheng said, and the green light was brightened.

This is also Jiang Qing's purpose of cherishing talent and keeping him in Jianzhong.

Suddenly, the sword cultivator's eyes went dark and he fell heavily.Zitang's phantom flashed, and he had appeared in front of the sword stele.

Everyone was shocked and raised their swords one after another.However, Zitang flicked his long sleeves, and the others were twisted to the ground by an invisible force.Only Lin An stood there, slashing with his sword.

"The sword is slanted, and it is easy to break when it is too hard." Zichen put one hand behind his back, and put the index finger of the other hand against the tip of Lin An's sword, motionless, "Little Jianxiu, don't go into a dead end."

Zitang didn't remove the light and shadow, so Gu Qingmian stayed in the room, enough to see their situation.But the angle was above the sword stele, and Zitang whispered again, unable to hear what he said for a while.

Using his rare curiosity, Gu Qingmian leaned forward and leaned his ear against the wall.

Then, he realized he wasn't leaning against the wall at all.

Instead, there is nothing left.

What the hell here is that there is no wall at all!

The so-called light and shadow are directly connected to that space!

So before Gu Qingmian could react, he had already fallen from the sky above the sword tablet.Hearing a "bang", he fell heavily onto the top of the sword stele on his side, shivering in pain.He immediately turned over and found himself lying on the sword stele. He saw all the people below looked up and looked at him, and then their expressions changed suddenly.

This time, Zitang's reaction was much slower than others.He stared at Gu Qingmian in disbelief for a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "Gu, confused, confused!"

Gu Qingmian: "Huh? Being poor is not stupid."

Pindao is just - smart for a lifetime, confused for a while.

The author has something to say:

Zitang: "Help you comb your hair, are you moved?"

Confused: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move."

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Everyone has a different view on the observation and training of Qinghan Temple~ Cheng Zhou has one view, and Zi Chen can have another view~

(ps: And if there are children in the family, please follow his ideas and tie your hair, don’t follow Jiang Qing’s example, this is a negative example QAQ)

Volume [-] Fan Valley Road of No Return