The ancestral hall.

In the quiet and solemn hall, there are shrines, which are enshrined with dense tablets of ancestors of all generations. Below the tablets, there is a heavy table with tributes on it, and a furnace of good sacrifices emitted a curling blue smoke, scattering leisurely.

Standing here makes people feel at ease.

From the perspective of tributes and incense, it is obvious that people often take care of this place.

At this time, a tall figure stood before the tablets of the ancestors of all generations. If Xiao Yicai was here, he would have been surprised to find that this person was his master, Daoxuan, the contemporary Qingyun leader, who was famous in the world!

Since the beast demon catastrophe, Daoxuan has appeared for the first time.

His face was as calm as before, and his eyes were still deep and calm. Only the dark green Taoist robe was replaced by a black and patternless robe. The Taoist crown on his head was replaced with a dark jade hairpin. Judging from his demeanor, it seemed that all the injuries had been healed.

The ancestor’s ancestral hall is meaningful in Daoxuan.

At this point in the past, he would first lit a sacrificial incense to worship the ancestors of all generations. However, today, he was just standing quietly, and his deep eyes were still unpredictable to his thoughts.

Wow, wow, wow—

It was the sound of a broom rubbing across the ground.

Behind Daoxuan, in the hall, there was an old man with one-armed hunchbacked and crane-haired hair and chicken skin holding a bamboo broom and slowly sweeping away the dust on the ground of the hall.

Dao Xuan, who had been silent, moved slightly and said slowly: "You have swept back and forth in this palace three times, haven't you cleaned it yet?"

The one-armed old man paused his hand and placed the broom in front of him, and replied: "The ground in the hall is stained with dust from time to time, but as long as I am diligent and swept a few more times, I can always clean it - I just wonder, if a person's heart is stained with filth, how should I clean it?"

"Hahahaha~" Dao Xuan smiled, but his eyes were cold and without a smile. "So what do you think can be called 'heart-stained dust'?"

The one-armed old man has not spoken for a long time.

But he held the broom and tried harder. After a while, he sighed, and his tone was endlessly lonely: "I didn't expect that I would experience this twice in my life. Could this be your and my destiny?"

"Fate?"

In Daoxuan's deep and calm eyes, these two words suddenly fluctuated, as if a spring emerged from a deep pool, it seemed to appear as if an unprecedented sense of arrogance appeared. However, that expression was calmed down by him, but there was a little more joking on the old man's face behind his back.

"I never thought that you would still believe in 'destiny'!"

Daoxuan turned around, his eyes covered the old man with a huge pressure: "Isn't the so-called 'destiny' always an excuse for the weak to surrender - Junior Brother Wan!"

The old man's wrinkled skin moved for a moment.

Facing Dao Xuan's pressure that was enough to intimidate his mind, he seemed to have never noticed it, and the clouds were calm and gentle. Only his back, which had been bent down all year round, slowly stood up under the pressure, and a kind of almost forgotten proud momentum was awakening.

"In the past, maybe I didn't believe it."

The old man's turbid eyes gradually shone with brilliance, like a rusted and dusty sword, gradually showing his sharpness under the polishing. "I thought that after doing that, I would survive by chance, and I would only regret that I would be in a remote corner in repentance. But now, senior brother, you appeared in front of me in this situation - how can I not believe that it is the 'destiny'?"

Feeling the familiar momentum, a trace of remembrance flashed through Daoxuan's eyes.

But it was soon buried like its previous arrogance.

Facing the gradually sharpening momentum, Daoxuan's expression became deeper and deeper. But when his eyes fell on the old man, he suddenly smiled: "Mr. Wan is extremely admired by his talent. - It's a pity that after so many years, can my junior brother still have the level of cultivation that he used to be? You don't even have a sword. What's more, I am now different from the past!"

The old man straightened his spine and his eyes were as bright as stars.

He knew that Daoxuan was the truth, but he did not retreat because of this, but instead aroused his heroic spirit: "Senior brother, the so-called things are caused by humans--" Suddenly, he paused and looked outside the ancestor's ancestral hall as if he had noticed something.

Even Daoxuan frowned slightly and turned to the direction where the ancestor's ancestral hall came.

The hall gate and the courtyard wall blocked their vision, but at this level, their vision was no longer the only way to explore. When the two auras filled with rich blue cloud characteristics approached, the two of them were aware of it almost at the same time, with different expressions.

"Haha," the old man smiled, "Look."

He said to Daoxuan: "Qingyun is not short of those who are brave enough to take responsibility!"

Daoxuan sneered and said nothing.

Soon, the light at the entrance of the hall gate dimmed, and two figures entered one after another.

It is Tian Buyi, who is short and fat but has a deep and profound demeanor, and has a grand master's demeanor, as well as his starry eyes and sword eyebrows, like a hidden edge in a box, and his extraordinary Feng Yi.

The two of them entered the ancestral hall, and their eyes were immediately attracted by the Taoist Xuan in the mysterious black suit under the ancestral tablet.

"Senior Brother--"

Tian Buyi felt a kind of evil that made him creepy from Daoxuan, and he couldn't help but call him aloof.

"Hmph," Daoxuan's eyes calmed down, "It turned out to be the two of you."

"Senior Brother," Tian Buyi's eyes were filled with regret and sorrow, "Are you really not immune, and have fallen into the devil like the uncle of the past?"

Daoxuan sneered and said disdainfully: "Junior Brother Tian, ​​are you discussing the Tao with me? Oh, with your shallow view, can you tell what is 'Tao' and 'demon'? Or do you think you have come to the forefront of me in the practice of exploring the great way, and you can make a conclusion about me at will?!"

Tian Buyi was moved on his face, and the regret and sadness in his eyes became more and more intense.

However, after regretting, Tian Buyi's expression gradually became firm. Before coming here, he might have been a little hesitant and unsure, but when he saw Daoxuan with his own eyes, Tian Buyi realized the seriousness of the situation. He also immediately understood why when the incident happened, the Senior Brother Wan chose such a decisive way to stop the situation from deteriorating!

It’s really helpless and there is no other choice!

It used to be Senior Brother Wan, but now it is his turn, Tian Buyi has already realized it.

"Senior Brother Daoxuan!" Tian Buyi said, "You are right. Compared to you and Senior Brother Wan, my talent for practicing Taoism is really mediocre. If you want to argue with Senior Brother, you are not qualified! Now Junior Brother only wants to ask you again - has the senior brother been driven by evil thoughts in the sword and given up the road to Xuanmen Dao?"

Daoxuan was displeased and said angrily: "Junior Brother Tian! Do you think a mere sword can reverse my mind? Haha, in your eyes, am I so weak?"

Tian Buyi said in surprise: "But the breath on your body--"

Daoxuan said proudly: "There is no way for Xuanmen, so I will step out of a road without way! As the saying goes, 'Yin and Yang are born, and the light and dark change', I just chose another smooth road!"

"Junior Brother Tian," just as Tian Buyi was shocked and couldn't speak, the one-armed old man spoke, "Don't you understand yet?"

When Tian Buyi and Feng Yi stepped into the hall, they naturally noticed the old man. However, except for Feng Yi, there was a prophet, and they could guess the identity of the old man after a brief look, while Tian Buyi subconsciously ignored him.

Until the call of "Junior Brother Tian", Tian Buyi was shocked and looked at the old man in surprise.

"Who are you?"

The old man's hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles, and his appearance was already very different from that of the past. But Tian Buyi was one of the few people who respected him the most. After careful examination, he finally saw a sense of familiarity in those eyes. He was shocked and said in disbelief: "You, are you, Senior Brother Wan? How could you be clearly identified back then-"

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Daoxuan: "Can it be you--"

The old man sighed: "That's right, it was Senior Brother Daoxuan who took action and saved my life."

Tian Buyi was excited and surprised, and had a moment of distracting thoughts in his heart: "Senior Brother, have you been living in seclusion in the ancestral hall for so many years? But I have been here so many times, why have I never seen my senior brother--" Speaking of this, Tian Buyi woke up by himself.

Now, Tian Buyi also knows the secret of the past.

Brother Wan did such a thing, but the truth could not be announced, and in the end, Brother Wan suffered the consequences. In this case, Daoxuan risked his terrible rescue and naturally could not be promoted.

It turns out that over the years, Daoxuan has been suffering from resentment and complaints from other classmates, which is really unfair, especially Tian Buyi smiled bitterly and sighed, "Senior Brother Wan, I really didn't expect you to be alive, but unfortunately Cang Song..."

The old man also looked gloomy: "Cangsong is a poor person who has taken the wrong path."

However, the old man's mind is as firm as iron, and he recovers in an instant, and then his eyes are sharply set on Feng Yi: "So, young man, who are you?"

With the old man's peerless sword cultivation, he could naturally feel the unconcealed aura from Feng Yi.

Feng Yiji bowed to the ceremony: "Feng Yi, a disciple of the eighth generation of Chaoyang Peak, met Master Wan!"

Feng Yi knew the old man in front of him.

In today's Qingyun Sect, his name is mostly circulated among the middle and high-level leaders of many sects, and most of them are secretive. But two hundred years ago, he was like Daoxuan, and he was the two most brilliant rising stars of Qingyun Sect. Even in the Holy Sect, many people were impressed by his demeanor!

He is, Wan Jianyi!

"Chaoyang Peak?" The old man Wan Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise, "Shang Zhengliang is so promising that he can actually teach you a disciple like you?" As soon as he said that, he immediately remembered something, glanced at the distance, and soon found the tablet with Shang Zhengliang's name written on it, and was speechless for a moment.

"Forget it, with your cultivation level, you can participate in this matter."

Wan Jian changed the topic and turned to Daoxuan who was watching coldly: "Junior Brother Tian, ​​today's Senior Brother Daoxuan is not the same as my Master that day. My Master was influenced by the evil power of the "Zhuxian Sword", and his mind was lost and he fell into a monster who only knew how to kill and had no mind. And Daoxuan clearly chose to fall into the demonic path!"

"What?!"

Tian Buyi, Feng Yiqiqi was shocked.

Daoxuan laughed loudly, his smile full of trembling evil: "Junior Brother Wan, your eyesight is still so sharp! Yes, this is my own choice! Before this, I hesitated countless times and hesitated countless times, but when I really made up my mind to take that step, I realized that my hesitation and hesitation were all ignorance!"

He turned his back to the ancestor tablets and opened his hands.

The dark and cold power rose from it!

Feng Yi's eyes were stern: "Xuanyin ghost energy!"

Tian Buyi said: "You have transformed your cultivation into the power of evil spirits?"

Wan Jian sighed: "It is the power of 'Nine Nether Yinming' again, 'Zhuxian Sword'--"
Chapter completed!