Above the pool, the cold air spreads.

Lin Yun lay at the bottom of the pond, with long swords soaked in it all over his body.

Can't move, can't speak, or even open your mouth.

The cold air blocked his vision, making him unable to see anything, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Bang!

A violent sound came into Lin Yun's ears, and debris flew everywhere. It should be that the person who came here kicked the door directly.

"Uncle Wang, do you know this old guy? Why do you have to come here? The old guy is in Qingyun Sect, just a waste, and has always stayed in this broken place and rarely went out."

It’s Wang Ning’s voice!

Lin Yun was shocked and heard that the sound was Wang Ning who Su Ziyao once asked him to be careful.

"Haha, it's not just about knowing me... the scar on my face is left by him. I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect that you have become such a useless person! Old Monster Hong, can you still recognize me?

“

Another secret test sounded, gritting teeth, and the words seemed to have an old grudge with Mr. Wang.

"I can smell the shit on my body even if the old dog of the Wang family turns into ashes." Mr. Hong said indifferently, and his words seemed quite calm.

"You are still as hard as ever! Nephew, you have been lurking in this Qingyun Sect for three years and have not found anything that Qingyun ancestor took away, maybe it is on this old guy."

"really?"

"not good……"

He heard a scream and the old man quickly walked to Mr. Hong.

Under the cold pool, Lin Yun couldn't hear the follow-up... He was extremely anxious.

After a while, another sound rang out.

"This old guy is really cruel. He actually came from menopause!"

"Nothing!"

Wang Ning kicked Mr. Hong hard, but Mr. Hong was as unresponsive as if he was dead.

Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat and felt something was wrong.

"Damn it, I finally waited until the four sect competitions, and all my ears and ears were exposed. I almost turned the broken sect into the sky, but in the end I still didn't show anything. I wasted three years of my life here!"

Bang!

Wang Ning punched the wall and said in great depression.

"Young Master, forget it. Maybe the things brought by Master Qingyun are not in this Qingyun Sect at all. It is not all bad things for you to be quiet in this place for three years. At least you are away from disputes and will reduce a lot of family troubles. Let's go."

"Uncle Wang, help me kill one before leaving!"

Wang Ning's tone suddenly became extremely firm and he said coldly.

"No, after today you have to leave, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with the coming-of-age ceremony and you will be removed from the family."

"If you don't kill that sword slave, your tone will be really hard to relieve!"

After a moment of silence, the old man said, "If you can find me before sunset, if you can find me, you must go back with me, just a sword slave, there is no need to delay your future."

"good!"

In the pool, Lin Yun's consciousness gradually became blurred and then fell asleep.

It was two days later when he woke up.

thump!

Lin Yun floated out of the water, let out a long breath, and felt his head buzzing.

I don’t know how long I stayed at the bottom of the water, but I rely on my inner breath. I woke up and felt dizzy.

"Old Hong!"

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he soared into the air, and he could see Mr. Hong's body falling to the ground at a glance.

Mr. Hong's face was very peaceful, without any pain, and his vitality had long disappeared.

"hateful!"

Mr. Hong in Qingyun Sect is one of his few relatives and friends, and he takes good care of his original owner.

Even before he died, he saved him.

"Wang Ning, I must kill you!"

He now regretted it a little and did not keep Su Ziyao's message before leaving.

Su Ziyao has stayed here long ago, be careful of Wang Ning, and there will be some time later.

But he only thought that Wang Ning was a dissatisfied inner disciple, and he never expected that he had come from a big family to endure in Qingyun Sect for three years.

With this tolerance alone, 99% of people are difficult to achieve.

Mr. Hong had obvious signs of being plundered, and the entire Xijian Pavilion was also flipped. Wang Ning seemed to be looking for something else.

Could it be the painting that Mr. Hong gave him?

Lin Yun had no time to think about it, picked up Mr. Hong's body and walked towards the mountain behind Qingyun.

In a remote jungle ten miles away from Qingyun Peak, there is an empty tomb, which Mr. Hong dug for himself.

Two years ago, Mr. Hong brought Lin Yun here once, and Yan Daoruo would take him to bury him here after his death.

At that time, Lin Yun just thought Mr. Hong was joking.

Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty tomb and slowly lowered Mr. Hong's body.

With a long sigh, Lin Yun began to dig up the grave.

After digging the mud with bare hands for a long time, I saw the exposed coffin. I jumped down and swayed and opened it.

In addition to a few iron nails, there is actually a letter in the coffin.

Lin Yun opened the envelope as if he was thinking.

"Little guy, when you see this letter, I must have died. No matter how I die, don't be too sad. You may not have thought that Mr. Hong, I have lived for hundreds of years, and you are from Qingyun Sect.

The founder of the school lived in the same era..."

Seeing this, Lin Yun looked slightly shocked.

Qingyun Sect has existed for more than three hundred years, which means Mr. Hong is at least 300 years old?

"After your Qingyun ancestor founded his foundation, he traveled around the world. I was fortunate to know him, and after a few close friends, he became close friends. Thirty years ago, I was very brave and decided to take a risk to go to the tomb of the Southern Emperor."

"Everyone in the tomb of the Southern Emperor was dead for a lifetime. I walked out with a wound, and his life was almost broken after he came out. I brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword as him..."

"Before his death, your ancestor Qingyun asked me to hand over the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So he traveled through mountains and rivers and came to the Qingyun Sect of Tianshui Kingdom, and handed the sword to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants have ordinary qualifications and

I didn't see the origin of this sword. I just thought of a grass and wood sword that lost its spiritual energy and I didn't know where it was thrown."

"I was seriously injured at that time, and I thought I would stay in Qingyun and comprehend the secrets of the painting. Unfortunately... Emperor Nan is Emperor Nan after all, and he and I shouldn't have moved the Southern Emperor's curtain at all."

"After ten years of understanding, I finally felt a trace of mysteries in the painting. But what I saw was the endless evil ghosts coming to my face. A sword light cut off all the evil ghosts and also destroyed my martial soul.

, I know I will be in the near future…”

When Lin Yun saw this, he looked puzzled and had a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Why is the scene that Mr. Hong saw different from what he saw?

He also saw the sword light, but was not injured. The evil ghost in the underworld mentioned by Mr. Hong was even more unmarked.

The rose flower roll is really full of fog.

It is always when you think that you have learned about it that it is just the tip of the iceberg.

Looking at the Burial Flower Sword on the ground, Lin Yun felt thoughtful. Did Master Qingyun take this sword from the Southern Emperor's Banner?

Destiny is amazing...

The holy objects that the two of them risked their lives to take from the tomb of the Southern Emperor were tossed and turned and actually fell into Lin Yun's hands.

Keep reading, Mr. Hong did not give Lin Yun too much advice, telling him not to delve into the rose scroll.

Perhaps in Mr. Hong's view, with Lin Yun's realm, he will never be able to comprehend the mystery.

If you don't understand, you won't be hurt.

I specifically reminded me not to worry too much about Su Ziyao.

After reading the letter, Lin Yun was filled with mixed feelings. Mr. Hong had indeed taken his own death lightly.

I regretted the adventures I had back then.

Southern Emperor...Who will this Southern Emperor be?

Lin Yun couldn't help but be curious, but unfortunately he didn't explain it in detail in the letter. I think he must be a great figure.

After collecting the letter, Lin Yun placed Mr. Hong's body into the coffin.
To be continued...