Wang Jingmeng looked at the big stone silently for a long time.

Any sword marks will bring the emotion of the person at that time.

All the sword marks falling on this stone were filled with enthusiasm, with indescribable satisfaction and joy.

All these sword marks were telling Gu Liren's satisfaction.

It seemed that everyone was telling the world that he had recruited a disciple who was so satisfied with him.

Others cannot understand the emotions in the sword marks, but he can.

Some people have been with each other for many years, but they are still like strangers, because they cannot truly enter the other person's heart and cannot know what the other person really thinks and emotions.

Just as few people can see the emotions in the sword marks, few people can understand his emotions at this time.

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan couldn't understand at first. How could people like him who had only been in contact with Gu Liren for a long time have the same emotions as those disciples who have followed their master for many years?

Knowing each other has nothing to do with time.

"You probably have to help me see for a few years."

He raised his head, bowed to Nangong Jingtian next to him again, and then said softly.

Nangong Jingtian did not fully understand the meaning of his words at the beginning, but when he looked at his gaze, he understood that the other party was not unable to understand it, but because of the problem of the state of cultivation, he could not fully understand it for the time being, and he could not master this sword intent.

So his own eyes lit up quickly.

"Okay." He replied in an extremely simple manner.

"Let's go."

Wang Jingmeng stepped onto the mountain road.

When he walked towards the gate of Bashan Sword Field, a wind suddenly erupted in Bashan Sword Field.

Countless natural auras collide with each other, causing the leaves to roar and some water droplets to splash everywhere.

"This is our own business in Bashan Sword Field."

A middle-aged practitioner appeared at the gate of Bashan Sword Field. He apologized to Qi Hanshan, Yun Tang and others: "So they can go in, but you may have to wait..."

"Who said they can't get in?"

Before the middle-aged practitioner could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wang Jingmeng's voice.

Wang Jingmeng bowed to the middle-aged practitioner and said calmly and coldly: "Who has the final say in Bashan Sword Field now? If Master Yu had the final say in it, he would definitely not keep Lord Yun and Senior Qi from the mountain gate."

The middle-aged practitioner was slightly stunned and frowned deeply. He did not expect that the young man he had seen for the first time would have such an attitude. He was a little angry and said, "Your master was harmed by others. Many things are not clear now, so naturally you have to find out first."

"Rules are rules, and any person in Bashan Sword Field needs to follow the rules of Bashan Sword Field."

Wang Jingmeng looked straight into the middle-aged practitioner's eyes and said, "Since many things are not clear, before we understand, the one who decides is still Master Yu. As for you who are not at ease with Master Yu, you say that you should check it clearly, so naturally I will check it, and these things should be decided by me. In the entire Bashan Sword Field, I am the only disciple who Gu Liren said to the world in person. No one is closer to him than me. When my master dies, his funeral is naturally the most qualified to treat."

The middle-aged practitioner remained silent.

Because what Wang Jingmeng said is true.

He had no reason to refute.

Yuntang smiled faintly.

She smiled unabashedly proudly.

"You are waiting outside, Qi Hanshan and I will go in." She said to the other practitioners in Yunshui Palace.

Wang Jingmeng entered Bashan Sword Field for the first time.

Many figures of Tao appeared on the Tao in the forest.

They all heard Wang Jingmeng's voice at the gate of the mountain. For some reason, they all felt that Wang Jingmeng and Gu Liren were very similar.

A man with short hair in blue appeared on the mountain road facing Wang Jingmeng and others.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng and Yun Tang behind Wang Jingmeng, his eyes full of emotion.

He is Yu Zuochi.

"This is Master Yu."

Yan Xinlan whispered behind Wang Jingmeng.

"Shima Yu."

Wang Jingmeng bowed seriously.

In fact, Yan Xinlan doesn’t need to say that he has guessed who this person is.

He is a disciple taken away by Gu Liren, and Bashan Sword Field is his sect. For practitioners, the sect is home.

But the practitioner at the gate of the mountain did not give him the feeling of returning to his home.

Only when he saw Yu Zuochi and looked at him did he feel this way.

"Thank you."

Yu Zuochi returned the gift and said softly with emotion.

Everyone present understood what his acknowledgement meant.

It is Xie Wang Jingmeng’s belief, and it is Xie Wang Jingmeng’s feelings for Gu Liren.

"You're still here."

Yu Zuochi's eyes fell on Yun Tang, and he couldn't help but smile.

"So talking too much is still easy to mislead things."

Yun Tang looked at Yu Zuochi, who was extremely complicated, and Yu Zuochi, who even felt shy in his smile, smiled slightly and said, "Look at whether you dare to talk so much to Jinghu Jian again."

"But it's really good, it's really good, it's still good." Yu Zuochi smiled, his smile became really brighter.

Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhuijiu secretly looked at each other.

Both of them felt that Yu Zuochi and Yuntang seemed to be flirting... but they both thought that Yu Zuochi was not wrong.

Yuntang is really beautiful.

And in addition to being good-looking, she, the palace lord of Yunshui Palace, can't help but feel awe in many places.

"Getting out of place."

Yuntang restrained his smile and said, "I think too much."

Yu Zuochi shook his head, "Because he can't stop his sadness."

"Walk."

He held Wang Jingmeng's hand and took a deep breath.

His face suddenly became firm and had a sharp smell, "Let's give you your master the last journey."

His hands are very warm and powerful.

But what Wang Jingmeng felt from his hands was a sense of unswerving meaning.

He understood the thought that Yu Zuochi conveyed to him at this time.

No one or anything can stop him and Yu Zuochi from avenging Gu Liren.

The crystal water flow washed over the sword tower and splashed countless water splashes.

There is a thatched cottage next to the sword tower, and the thatched cottage is constantly emitting a bitter cold air.

Qi Hanshan took a deep breath.

Although he has seen countless life and death and countless sad things, when there is one missing person in this world who is truly close to him, he still can't help but be sad.

He saw Gu Liren.

Gu Liren's body is among many transparent ice.

Wang Jingmeng quietly walked to the extremely cold ice cube.

His hands fell on the ice.

His hands were cold.

Through these transparent ice, I couldn't see Gu Liren's face clearly.

"Sweep away."

He said softly to Yu Zuochi.

Before Yu Zuochi could make a sound, a commander from Bashan Sword Field in this thatched cottage whispered to Yu Zuochi, "The ice is too long... If it is unblocked, Junior Brother Gu's body will..."

"Sweep away."
Chapter completed!