The sword energy of the sky twisted the light and shadow of the clouds on the lake, but the Diaoyutai by the lake was without wind or waves. Only a white-haired old man sat cross-legged with a fishing rod, staring at the millions of broken swords at the bottom of the lake.

Although the sword is broken, the energy in the sword is still there. Even if an ordinary person looks at the bottom of the lake, he will be forced to tremble all over by the sword pond and find it difficult to recover. The white-haired old man turned a blind eye and just used the fishing line on the fishing rod to carefully sense the "life" of each sword, whether it is passionate or sad.

At the top of the cliff behind the sword pool is the ancestor hall of the Juejian Immortal Sect.

At dusk, two figures stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the sword pool below.

The leader is a woman. Although she is wearing a plain dress, she has a mature temperament and beautiful temperament. She is Zhao Linglong, the leader of the Juejian Immortal Sect, and Miss Qiu's aunt.

One person behind is the swordsman "Twelve Lang", with a scabbard sword on his back. The sword is three feet long and three in length, and the whole body is silver-white. The word "Dulong" is engraved on the sword blade, which is the name of the sword and the name of "Sword One".

Zhao Linglong looked at the sword pool below, frowned slightly, and said softly:

"... The direct descendant of the Valkyrie God of the East China is immediately visiting the Juejian Immortal Sect. Judging from the visit route, it was a temporary intention; the sword demon Zuo Ci, who had the nine sects, must be familiar with Shangguan Lingye, and maybe the sword demon Zuo Ci will come here..."

When Shierlang heard this, his expression was a little unhappy:

"The reputation of the sword demon Zuo Ci has been a bit too big recently. There is a riot in Luojian Mountain. Most of the sword sect in Huajunzhou was suppressed by Dongzhou. Pofeng City fell down again. The outside sects all had objections, saying that the Juejian Immortal Sect, as the leader of the sword sect in the world, was a foreigner who made trouble in Huajunzhou, but no one came forward to suppress the other party's arrogance..."

Zhao Linglong could see the disciple's thoughts and said calmly:

"Are you dissatisfied with being called the 'little sword demon'?"

Shi Erlang is one of the young leaders of Juejian Immortal Sect. In previous years, he was known as the "fastest sword in the same realm". He has never failed since he became famous.

But after Zuo Lingquan suddenly took out a "half of the sword", Shi Erlang suffered a disaster. He was deemed to be the "second fastest boy in the same realm" before he had fought and was nicknamed "Little Sword Demon".

The swordsman only wants to be the strongest, the first and the second are completely different concepts. As a swordsman, Shi Erlang was demoted before he had fought. How could he have no objection?

Moreover, the nickname "Little Sword Demon" is really hurtful. It is called "Little Sword God" and "Little Sword Saint". Even Shi Erlang can think of it. "Sword Demon" is a fellow generation, and he has never even discussed why he is a little girl? Why isn't Zuo Ci called "Little Sword Demon"?

When Shi Erlang saw that Zhao Linglong saw through his thoughts, he did not hide it:

"If a swordsman speaks with a sword, he has something wrong with his heart, so he should ask the sword demon Zuo Ci to ask for an explanation. His sword is really faster than me, so what if I am called the "Little Sword Demon"? If I don't have that great ability, I have to let him change his name to "Little Shi Erlang" from now on."

Zhao Linglong nodded slightly: "I'm asking you to come here because of this. The ancestor said that no one in the same realm draws a sword faster than you. No matter how fast the sword demon Zuo Ci is, it should be difficult to distinguish between you. These days, the sects outside have been looking at me, Juejian Immortal Sect. As long as he comes over and doesn't fight, the outside will think that my Juejian Immortal Sect is afraid of fighting. The sword immortals in the sect are like clouds, and you are the most suitable for you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely let the sword demon Zuo Ci..."

"Oh, the sword demon Zuo Ci is not an ordinary person who has the fame of the present day, according to rumors, he should not only know "Jian Yi", so don't take it lightly. However, no matter how many swords, "Jian Yi" is a must-have skill for one sword. My masters and I know your potential. You should be older than Zuo Ci, and you have better experience than him. The chances of winning are actually very high. At the very least, you have to fight a draw. If you lie down like Han Song of Luojian Mountain, Luojian Mountain will be able to say seriously, "My family is on the same level as Juejian Cliff" from now on."

Shi Erlang raised his hand and clasped his fists: "As long as I get the sword, he will never be unscathed."

Zhao Linglong nodded slightly and signaled Shierlang to go back and prepare.

After Shierlang left, Zhao Linglong went down to the Diaoyutai on the side of the sword pool and bowed slightly:

"Old ancestor, what chance do you think Shi Erlang has of winning?"

The white-haired old man sitting on the Diaoyutai didn't want to respond to this nonsense, but the question was the daughter-in-law who was in charge of the family business. Thinking about it, he replied in a plain voice:

"If you don't fight, he is a 'little sword demon'; if you fight, he can completely get rid of these three words."

"The ancestor said that the Twelve Langs can defeat the sword demon Zuo Ci and get his reputation back?"

The white-haired old man shook his head, but the specific meaning was not stated bluntly...—

The sun and the moon are flowing, and it is half a month later.

The hanging attic floated through the sea of ​​clouds for tens of thousands of miles, gradually approaching the holy land in the minds of the Sword Immortal of the World.

Zuo Lingquan stood at the window of the boudoir, looking at the white steamed bun-shaped clouds, and couldn't help but think of the quiet and white white ones...

Maybe I've been holding it in for too long and I don't think anything is serious.

These days when he was recuperating in the attic, Jing Yan probably was afraid of affecting Sister Yingying's treatment of her injuries, so she didn't come up to disturb her, so Qiutao naturally couldn't come.

Sister Yingying came over to treat her injuries on time and on time because she knew that Jingyan was suspicious, no matter what she thought in her mind, she was no longer as gentle as water to him. She deliberately kept a distance, let alone kissing her, and didn't even touch him with her hands. She dared to look around and just poke her. Occasionally, the dumplings came up to eat and drink, and another poke.

The ancestor has not come back these days. Zuo Lingquan missed him very much, but before he recovered from his injuries, he definitely didn't want to see Sister Yingying almost kill him. The ancestor took another two-pronged approach and attacked him from the front and back, and he had to die on Sister Yingying's bed.

Although the process was a bit painful, no matter what, after more than ten days, the injury recovered by 40% or 50%. After a month of cultivation, you should be able to recover as before.

Zuo Lingquan stared at the window for a moment, then turned around and looked into the room.

"Crack click..."

There was a tea tray on the round table in the boudoir, and a small furry dumpling squatted in the middle of the round table.

In the fruit plate in front of me, there was a big peach slightly smaller than it. From time to time, I lowered my head and ate it, and then looked at the portrait on the wall.

Xiantao is very energetic, and it will definitely be a little fat if you eat all the dumplings. Maybe it is because you are afraid that your mother will find out if you eat too much one time. The dumplings have been very efficient these days, and they have only eaten half of them so far, and they only dare to hide in the boudoir to eat. It sounds funny.

Zuo Lingquan came to the front and looked at the beautiful woman in plain clothes on the portrait on the wall. Her temperament and appearance were not much different from what she had seen in the past. She could recognize that it was Mei Jinshui at first glance. The girl with a braid had a huge change. If she hadn't held a bunch of peach branches in her hand, no one would have believed it when she was a child.

Because Sister Yingying's master and apprentice parted ways, it is difficult to ask about the portrait, Zuo Lingquan only dared to take a closer look when Sister Yingying left.

When Tuanzi saw Zuo Lingquan coming, he tilted his head and pushed Taozi politely:

"grumble?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"grumble."

Tuanzi turned his head back and continued to chew peaches. After looking at the portrait for a few glances, he said:

"Jijiji..."

Zuo Lingquan said with a smile:

"You said it's like autumn peach?"

Tuanzi was stunned, and after a moment of confrontation, he began to "Jijiji..." meaning:

"Birdbird asks this big woman if she is the future wet nurse. If that is, Birdbird remembers it. Next time I meet a hero who helps you save the beauty..."

Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't understand the meaning of such a complicated one, but the head was not facing the bird's beak:

"I think it's so lively and cute, I think it's like Taotao. Who do you think it's like?"

If you don’t talk too much, you will have a lot of words.

The dumpling spread its wings and then continued to chew the peaches.

Just after a few words of chatting, a quiet voice came from the bottom of the building:

"Hey? Where did this little broken bird hide again..."

"Ah~ Sister Jingying, I can't hold my chest... I'm not under my skirt..."

...

Tuanzi was shocked, and quickly turned it up, pushed half of the peach to Zuo Lingquan, and then ran out.

Zuo Lingquan shook his head and smiled. He had been in the room for half a month, but had not been wandering around the attic. When he heard the voices of the two girls, he naturally missed him. Seeing that he was fine when he walked, he held the wall and walked out of the door.

There are several daily living rooms on the third floor of the attic. On the innermost side is the Qi Refining Room for meditation. At this time, the door is open and you can see the pattern inside the house and the decoration of the room, as well as the terrace facing the sea of ​​clouds.

The Lord of Peach Blossoms may have been drinking a lot of wine last night. He looked drunk and leaned lazily on the piano platform.

The Lord of Peach Blossom was wearing a looser skirt. Because of the flexing legs and sitting sideways, the round buttocks were laid on the calves, showing the proud scale.

There was a breeze on the terrace, blowing the black hair and the hem of the skirt, and the black silk stockings at the ankles appeared and disappeared, which made the plump and graceful back more charming.

Zuo Lingquan stopped in the corridor, glanced subconsciously for a few seconds, and his eyes unconsciously fell to the position that should not have fallen. He was thinking: Unfortunately, last time I just thought about rubbing my grand heart, I forgot to touch it...

Before I could finish my thoughts, a cold voice rang out from the terrace:

"Zuo Lingquan!"

The Lord of Peach Blossom sat upright, turned around, revealing his hydrated eyes with danger:

"I didn't treat your injuries today, and you're itchy again, right?"

Zuo Lingquan's expression condensed, and he moved his serious gaze to the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and walked into the house:

"Haha, well... Sister Yingying's perception is really keen."

As the ancestor on the top of the mountain, if someone admires her buttocks behind her back, she will find it difficult to detect it, that would be a problem. She said unhappily:

"If you are injured, I will not deal with you for now, but you should also control your own eyes. My patience is limited. The ancestor Huang Chao is better than the wife of Shangguan. When you reach someone's territory, you dare to take a random look. If someone notices it, my face will be completely lost. If you have to clean up the door, Shangguan Yutang will not be able to protect you."

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe in this threat at all, but if Sister Yingying saw it, she would inevitably be ravaged again, so Zuo Lingquan smiled and changed the topic:

"The old sword god is better than the ancestor?"

"That's natural. When the Shangguan lady sees her, she has to call her senior."

The Lord of Peach Blossom nodded seriously.

However, the Lord Peach Blossom said this, but she was not sure about the specific strength of the two immortals.

The top ten immortals are all people who have reached the top of the world in all aspects. Who is stronger and who is weaker? It is difficult for the ten immortals to judge before the fight begins. It can be said that every immortal is confident to fight nine, but in fact, only by taking action can you know what to do.

The Lord of Peach Blossom said that the ancestor was not as powerful as the old sword god because when she arrived at Juejian Cliff, she had to call the old sword god "Senior".

If Mrs. Shangguan is very powerful and just called "Fellow Taoist" when she saw the ancestor Huang Chao, she would call him "Senior", and wouldn't Zuo Lingquan feel that he has become a generation shorter than Old Ancestor Shangguan?

Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't guess these petty little Jiujiu, but he just doubted the authenticity of Sister Yingying's words.

Zuo Lingquan sat down next to the piano platform, looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside, thought for a while and asked.

"I'm most likely to be rejected when I go to Juejian Cliff. Senior Shangguan said that the old sword god may not look down on me; I can draw my sword myself, and I don't want to ask others for help."
To be continued...