When Luohou became a saint, the entire demon world saw his light and heard his voice.
Appearing before the devil.
Not restricted by space and time.
The same is true for Lu Qingshan Chengzu.
From the frigid plains of the far north to the hot seas of the far south, from the deserts of the far west to the mountains of the far east.
Whether it is a newborn baby or a powerful being who has been practicing for ten thousand years.
Either kind, or mean, or shameless, or noble...
All living beings in the sky saw a clear figure at this moment.
Lu Qingshan is everywhere.
No one can stop it.
Because this is not seen with the eyes.
But the soul.
Lu Qingshan's figure appeared directly in their souls.
Lu Qingshan's voice also appeared directly in their souls.
Perhaps those babies who can only babble don’t know what this means, but they will always remember the appearance of this figure.
Everyone stared at that figure.
Whether they knew Lu Qingshan before or not, now they all knew the name Lu Qingshan.
No matter how many years pass from now on, they will remember this name.
"Luo Hou, you deserve to die!"
Lu Qingshan's voice echoed and was heard by everyone in the world.
Lu Qingshan's figure was still vague.
All people were filled with peace at this moment.
There has never been such a thing as a destined child.
All we have is that man can conquer nature.
Then, a sentence began to echo throughout the world.
"Respectfully invite Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revitalize our human race!"
On the high walls of Yumen Pass, the Yumen monks knelt on one knee respectfully, with their hands on their chests.
In the Western Regions, the sword cultivator at the Sword Washing Pond, who did not hold a sword in his hand, clasped his hands together sincerely and prayed with great respect.
In Chang'an City, the dark crowd, with eyes slightly closed, murmured, the proudest Chang'an people in the past, offered the most sincere respect.
…
"Respectfully invite Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revitalize our human race!"
In the vast plateaus and deserts of the far west, the sound of chanting can be heard constantly from countless golden temples.
They are like the most devout believers, except that they no longer believe in Buddha, but Lu Qingshan.
After being baptized by the spiritual sea tide, on the resurrecting Zhongling land, countless sects, countless families, and countless people all knelt on the ground with the utmost respect, touching the ground with their foreheads, and kept repeating this sentence.
The people in this land do not believe in heaven or God.
What they believe in is the land beneath their feet and the people who have shed blood and sweat for the land.
... "We respectfully invite the Tianyuan Sword Immortal to revitalize our human race!"
This sentence has become the only voice in the world at this moment, better than the spring breeze, better than the summer rain, better than the autumn frost, and better than the winter snow.
…
At this moment, Lu Qingshan's perception also permeated the entire sky.
So he knew what was happening in the world.
I also saw people praying devoutly and enthusiastically, full of hope and expectation.
At this moment, a real sense of control came over me.
This gave Lu Qingshan a feeling that the most fundamental power in the world was flowing.
This power is so great.
In the face of such power, he can sense his own insignificance, but he is not in awe of it.
Because he is so insignificant, he can control this power at will.
This is the power of the ancestral realm, and also the power of swordsmanship.
…
Perhaps he was shocked by the sudden change, or perhaps he was intimidated by Lu Qingshan's power, Luohou was rarely distracted for a moment.
However, he quickly came to his senses.
Although Lu Qingshan's becoming Emperor Chengzu shocked him, it did not make him feel any negative emotions such as fear or timidity.
So what if Lu Qingshan became Emperor Chengzu?
It's just that I'm standing on the same height with him.
Although strictly speaking, Rāhu can no longer be considered an Asura at this moment, the spirit of Asura still exists.
Asura is a natural warrior.
The warriors are not afraid of fighting.
"Well, killing a Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal doesn't make much sense after all."
"Only an opponent like this can make me fight more vigorously." Luohou raised his hands, clenched his fists lightly, and smiled coldly.
Through the skin, you can see that Luohou's skin, veins and bones now have the golden color of Vajra.
The next moment, Luohou moved.
He did not do anything earth-shattering, he just started moving forward, one step at a time.
The first steps are slow, but then they get faster and faster. Between slow and fast, it is also a period of building up momentum, and its edge has reached an unstoppable level.
As he rushed forward, all the energy surged to both sides.
The invisible aura became so dense that it became visible, like an undercurrent surging under the water.
With the last step, Luohou crossed a distance of several thousand feet and slammed into Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan also took a step forward, just an inch or so, which could be ignored and did not seem to imply much meaning, and he walked towards the Demon Saint.
However, just after he took this step, eight bright beams of light suddenly burst out from behind him.
Zhenmo, Peach Blossom, Wangchuan, Longque, Tiandi, Fuyao, Lieque... and Niu'er.
At this moment, Niu Er was also used by Lu Qingshan.
The power of the eight Taoist swords was fully revealed.
The golden color on Luohou's body became increasingly intense as he rushed over.
Countless energy events occurred before the two people collided.
The battle between two people is also a battle between two heavens and earths.
The next moment, the two of them collided heavily.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Suddenly, a sound like the sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lu rang out between heaven and earth, solemn and lofty.
A ripple of power suddenly broke out.
Countless eyes were looking at the two entangled lights and shadows with horror.
The Taoist sword and the body of the Demon Saint collided head-on. Every collision made a clanging sound and set off an energy storm.
The devastating battle continued, the two figures intertwined fiercely, and at the same time the battlefield was constantly moving and changing, heading towards the increasingly high Qingming.
The life-and-death battle between the Abyss Demon Saint and the new ancestor of the human race, which could determine the fate of countless people in the two worlds, both intentionally or unintentionally chose the battlefield on the vast blue sky far away from the human world.
The former was afraid that Lu Qingshan could rely on the power of Tianhehai. With Tianhehai as his backing, he might be able to defeat him.
Lu Qingshan was worried that the fight between the two would most likely destroy Tianhe City and take the lives of countless people.
In just half a quarter of an hour, the two had already fought tens of thousands of rounds.
clang!
Once again, the Heaven and Earth Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand collided with Luohou's golden fist.
The dark yellow sword energy and the golden fist force dissolve into each other.
Both of their bodies trembled slightly, but there was no one who was stronger.
Seeing that the situation was in a stalemate, Luohou let out a low roar.
A giant black python suddenly appeared behind Luohu.
The giant python is as big as a mountain, hovering above the sky, looking so majestic.
Along with the appearance of the giant python, an extremely evil black liquid whizzed out of Luohu's body, and then swirled around him like a swimming fish.
Then the black liquid quickly condensed and flowed on the surface of Luohu's body, and finally turned into black scales, covering his entire body.
At this moment, Luohu's eyes also turned brown and his pupils stood upright, like a python, emitting terrifying evil waves.
The bloodline magical power of the giant holy demon clan.
"Giant".
Lu Qingshan has eight Taoist swords.
Luohou also has the bloodline of the eight holy demons.
Luohou, who was possessed by a giant spirit, swung his arm and threw a punch. The unparalleled fist force brought out a long golden dragon, which shot towards Lu Qingshan who was standing under the clouds.
Lu Qingshan took a deep breath, and the purple-gold sword domain unfolded, shining brightly.
He actively rushed towards the golden dragon as if seeking death. Just when he was about to be bitten by the golden dragon, his figure suddenly flashed, and he actually passed through its huge body and appeared at the tail of the dragon.
The secret of returning to the word.
The Heaven and Earth Sword in his hand had been transformed into the Demon-Suppressing Sword, which was the best at attacking. He swept forward gracefully and slashed at Luohu with the sword.
Purple ripples like mudflats appeared on the surface of Luohou's body, and his figure also flickered. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred feet away.
Lu Qingshan has the secret of the word "Gui", and Luohou also has the spatial magical power of the Void Holy Demon.
After taking a breath, Luohou took advantage of the situation to counterattack. His feet were walking on flat ground. The air he stepped on was shattered like a spider web, leaving a devastated scene.
Lu Qingshan looked at him coldly. Just like a magic trick, the sword in his hand kept changing. You couldn't see the movement of changing swords at all. The swords moved smoothly and blocked Luohou's seemingly endless attack and murderous intent.
The figures of the two people kept flashing and disappearing in the sky.
In half a quarter of an hour, Lu Qingshan broke no less than ten thousand fists, and Luohou also blocked no less than ten thousand swords.
It was at this time that Lu Qingshan realized how naive his initial idea of ​​using Moon Slash to defeat the powerful was.
The ultimate, or upper limit, of power is the ancestral realm.
Just like, now Lu Qingshan has hit Luohou no less than ten thousand times, but he cannot perform the Full Moon Slash.
This is because there is no such thing as power two hundred times that of the ancestral realm in the world.
In other words, a sword from the Nine Tribulations Sword Immortal, which has two hundred times the power, is at most a sword from the Ancestral Realm.
A sword from the ancestral realm naturally cannot kill the Demon Saint.
…
The fight between the two sides has reached a white-hot stage, with all kinds of deadly moves emerging one after another.
Luohou suddenly intertwined his fingers and clenched them into a fist.
As he moved, magical light began to gather behind him, and in a short moment, a phantom formed.
It was a phantom tens of thousands of feet tall, with the same appearance as Luohu, but more noble than Luohu. A giant black python was coiled around the phantom, making it look even more evil.
The Northern Mang Demon Clan, the Emperor's Secret.
The emperor's shadow towers between heaven and earth, bringing with it a terrifying visual impact, and no one would doubt his power.
Luohou stared at Lu Qingshan with his snake-like vertical pupils, and thunder and fire surged in his fists.
A punch landed.
First, you hear continuous thunder, and then you see a fist tearing the sky apart with a force that reaches down to the sky.
The emperor's shadow moved with him.
That punch seemed to cover the entire sky.
The sky was clear and blue, the fields were surging and the wind was raging.
Even though they were tens of thousands of feet away from Tianhe City, countless creatures looked up and saw the seemingly endless giant fist falling. The pressure was enough to shatter a person's soul.
Lu Qingshan neither hid nor avoided.
Because there is nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid.
Niu'er, Li Qiubai's Niu'er, Xia Daoyun's Niu'er, appeared in Lu Qingshan's right hand, replacing the original Demon-Suppressing Sword.
The tip of the sword was pointing upwards, pointing directly at the giant fist that was falling from the sky.
The size comparison between the two is like an ant trying to shake a tree.
But this is exactly what Niu Er is good at.
It is the most domineering sword.
A white sword rainbow suddenly hung upside down.
Wherever the sword rainbow passed, the wind rolled up and the clouds surged, and colorful clouds condensed into large pieces, like a huge piece of colorful brocade.
I left Baidi in the morning among the colorful clouds.
boom!
The two fists finally hit the endlessly rising sword rainbow, like beating a drum in the sky and earth.
The colorful clouds are rolling and noisy, gathering and dispersing at random.
The sword rainbow flows like a bright moon.
Lu Qingshan was hit by a punch and turned into a shadow and flew backwards. His body was light and he retreated thousands of feet.
Luo Hou grinned grimly, "Just you..."
In an instant.
A sword light appeared out of nowhere, like a huge firefly, passing over Luohu's neck.
Luo Hou's words stopped abruptly.
He touched his neck and looked down.
A hand of golden blood was flashing with bright golden light, dazzling.
It’s Fuyao again.
Luohou frowned and turned to look over there.
Over there, Lu Qingshan had just taken a stand, and his imposing manner was even more powerful than before.
The more you fight, the braver you become.
It has been seven days since Luohou became a saint, but Lu Qingshan has just become a patriarch.
It's just a difference of seven days, but it's still a difference.
Because from the ninth realm to the tenth realm, the power increases hundreds or thousands of times, which is a qualitative transformation. It takes time to get familiar with such powerful power suddenly.
In seven days, Luohu has completely mastered the power of the saint.
And the battle with Luohou was also the process in which Lu Qingshan gradually became familiar with and mastered this power.
He is becoming stronger and stronger.
By now, Lu Qingshan has completely mastered the power of his ancestors.
God’s will is perfect and flawless.
Luohou looked calm, and the wound on his neck had healed, but his heart was still in turmoil.
Although he was already a Demon Saint, he was also shocked by Lu Qingshan's rapid progress.
But if you think about it carefully, it’s not surprising.
After all, the person in front of him had reached the same level as him in just less than fifty years.
That's why his desire to fight has never been higher.
Such an enemy made his blood, which he thought had cooled down, boil again.
The heart of a demon saint beat violently, transmitting endless power as deep as the ocean to the whole body.
His blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, and suddenly became countless times longer, as fierce as fire .
The magic patterns on his body that grew and spread like vines flashed.
The laws of the demonic realm are embodied.
At this moment, every inch of Luohu's body contains explosive power, and a single hair can cut off a river or sea.
"Lu Qingshan, you can't beat me. Although you have advanced to the ancestral realm, you are essentially just a mortal, and I was born with the blood of a holy demon," Luo Hou laughed arrogantly, "Our foundations are different, and you are destined to be unable to defeat me."
The next moment, Luohou blinked slightly.
The world is changing drastically.
Lu Qingshan found himself in endless darkness.
The blood talent of the Nightmare Holy Demon Clan.
Lu Qingshan immediately took out the bull's ear and slashed it with a sword, trying to split the darkness, but he found that there was still darkness in the darkness, like an endless nightmare.
Outside the darkness, Luohu had already approached silently.
Lu Qingshan's expression turned solemn.
He never looked down upon Rahu.
But Luohou's methods were so numerous that he was overwhelmed.
Luohou, who has gathered the bloodlines of the eight holy demons, has mastered the strengths of all of them.
The bull's ear in Lu Qingshan's hand changed again.
The blazing red dragon bird is already in my hand.
"Yitian." He said softly.
The dragon bird was shocked and let out a sword chant.
Then, in the boundless darkness, sword light burst out and knocked a demon shadow out of the darkness.
Defy fate.
When you are under an attack/spell, you can release this magical power to deal an additional sword to the attacker/spell caster.
This boundless darkness is also an attack by Luohu.
"I found you."
Lu Qingshan said in a low voice.
He leaped high and arrived in front of Luohu in an instant. The dragon bird in his hand silently transformed into a demon-suppressing sword, and he slashed out with a blazing sword light, slashing towards Luohu.
The sword came unexpectedly and knocked Luohu away, and the boundless darkness was broken.
Luo Hou rolled in the air, ignoring his injuries, and said with a smile: "It's useless, you can't kill me."
The Demon Saint's heart beats, powerful force flows through the demon's body, and the previous injuries are instantly healed.
He also has an immortal body, and his is more authentic than Lu Qingshan's.
Lu Qingshan borrowed the power of the Tianhe Sea, but Luohou relied on his own strength.
It seems that there is really no winner in this battle.
The Ancestor and the Saint are both the most powerful forces in the world. It is impossible to tell who is better.
Luohou also saw this.
He stood still, calmed down, and said, "Lu Qingshan, since neither of us can do anything to the other, why not make peace?"
"Cangqiongtian, I don't want it anymore!"
"There are nine heavens. In addition to your firmament, there are seven other worlds waiting for me to conquer."
"Of course, if you are not satisfied with just one day in the sky, it is not a bad idea for us to divide the four worlds equally."
The Nine Heavens is so vast, and with his cultivation as a Demon Saint, he can go anywhere. Why is he still obsessed with the sky where Lu Qingshan is?
"From now on, we humans and demons will keep our distance from each other!"
Lu Qingshan was silent.
He didn't expect to hear such a sentence.
Without even thinking, he said:
"I don't agree."
"Why?" Luohou frowned and looked at Lu Qingshan.
In his opinion, there was no reason for Lu Qingshan not to accept his proposal.
Because it is obvious that there is no winner in this battle.
Isn't that what war is all about?
Since we can't decide the winner, let's make peace.
Lu Qingshan did not answer Luohou's question because he felt there was no need to answer.
The war between Taoism and Demons has lasted from 20,000 years ago to today, with countless tragic scenes and countless deaths.
How is peace possible?
Can’t tell who’s winning?
That's not the case.
As long as you keep fighting, there will always be a winner.
Although this battle will inevitably last for a long time and will inevitably be magnificent and unparalleled.
But Lu Qingshan was ready.
Even if it takes ten thousand years, it is not a pity.
Sudden.
A strong wind blew up in the Qingming sky.
"Ten thousand years is too long."
Lu Qingshan heard a familiar mellow voice.
The colorful clouds dispersed, revealing a scholar in blue with fluttering sleeves.
He came from outer space, once saved the world from collapse, once went into the abyss alone, and single-handedly created the human race of today.
Luohou also saw the scholar in blue robes, his expression changed slightly, and he became a little flustered.
Lu Qingshan's voice was hoarse, and his nose was slightly sore, "Xia Zu."
"My life in this world has been quite eventful. I don't care whether it is just a dream or just what I heard." The scholar glanced at Lu Qingshan meaningfully.
He raised his arm, used his fingers as a pen, and sketched lightly, "It's time to go back. I'll leave one more stroke to make my trip worthwhile."
He wrote ten big characters floating in the sky and earth.
“Who wakes up first from the dream?”
"I know myself all my life."
The next moment, the figure of the scholar in blue robes disappeared like quicksand in the wind.
It appears suddenly and disappears suddenly.
The moment when the quicksand completely disappeared.
Luohou's head suddenly sank, and a hysterical howl suddenly sounded in his soul.
A twisted, shapeless monster was screaming.
The sound was so strange and harsh that even an immortal would be possessed if he heard it.
Luohou roared loudly, and murderous aura filled the heaven and earth.
His eyes bulged out and he stared at Lu Qingshan.
"What's this……?"
What is going on?
"This is called the inheritance law," Lu Qingshan showed a strange look on his face, and he was more relaxed than ever before, and smiled and replied: "Article 33."
Although this is an extremely serious moment, no jokes should be told.
But Lu Qingshan wanted to, so he did it.
Because this is a moment worth rejoicing.
Luohou's holy spirit was obtained from Xia Zu.
The reason why Xia Zu fell into depravity was because his destruction of his ancestor was not perfect, and he suffered backlash from the way of heaven.
During the 20,000 years of decline, he had been fighting against the backlash of Heaven.
In the end, he failed.
Therefore, the backlash force of the way of heaven was imprinted in Xia Zu's soul.
Therefore, what Luohou inherited was not only Xia Zu's spiritual power, but also the backlash of the Heavenly Dao that had been accumulated in Xia Zu's spiritual power for 20,000 years.
This is what Xia Zu left behind in the world.
However, before this, Xia Zu was very "kind" to help Luohou temporarily suppress this backlash.
Until now, it broke out.
Like endless sins.
Chaos, evil, pain and resentment surged in Rahu's soul like an abyss.
In the battle between masters, life and death are just a fine line apart.
Lu Qingshan said softly: "Zhenmo, Taohua, Wangchuan, Longque, Tiandi, Fuyao, Lieque, Niuer!"
Like a general commanding his troops.
Eight swords were arranged in sequence, standing upright between heaven and earth, connected head to tail, forming a line.
Falling suddenly.
Between heaven and earth, there is a line of sword!
The world is silent.
After a moment, Luohu suppressed his boundless sins and his mind became clear again.
It's too late.
He let out a very sharp scream.
Just like the howl of the monster deep in the soul just now.
A line of sword entered from the top of Luohu's head, fell vertically, passed through his soul, passed through his heart, and went out through his body.
The primordial spirit of the holy realm, the heart of the devil saint.
They were broken together by the sword.
"I am a demon saint... I won't die like this..."
Luohou spat out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to support his body and continue fighting.
Lu Qingshan just raised his hand calmly.
Then, he snapped his fingers lightly.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Countless sword energies burst out from Luohu's body.
When the sword pierced through Luohu's body, it also injected countless sword qi into his body.
Rahu turned into a lotus.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his body.
With a bang.
The next moment, endless demonic energy gushed out from Luohu's body along these cracks, raging and rolling away.
Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand and pressed lightly.
The rolling demonic energy actually stagnated, as if time and space were frozen at this moment.
From a distance, it looks like a magnificent ink painting.
The freeze lasted only a moment.
The sword of heaven and earth evolves into a bright and clear universe.
Then the boundless demonic energy rolled back, was sucked into the universe, and was exiled to an unknown place.
The evil spirit dissipated, and the blue sky itself could no longer block people's view.
There were no more magnificent ripples like before, nor any roars more startling than spring thunder. It was as calm as a mirror.
"Is it over?"
This thought and a question came to everyone's mind.
"Who's winning?"
The question was quickly answered.
A burly figure was thrown down from the sky like a meteorite and landed in the heart of the demon army.
Luohu was covered in blood and shattered pieces, without any sign of life.
There was another person who fell into the human world together with Luohou.
His face was gentle and calm, his spirit was restrained, but his aura was ancient and distant, and his appearance was handsome and handsome, like a banished immortal.
Not to mention anything else, just talking about this appearance, it is unparalleled in the world, there is only one like it.
Lu Qingshan.
Then, the Tianhe monks let out earth-shaking cheers.
On the other side, the demon army looked ashen.
Human joys and sorrows are not shared.
The joys and sorrows of humans and demons are completely opposite.
They just think that humans are noisy.
…
…
The second battle between Taoism and demons ended with Lu Qingshan becoming the emperor and Luohou's death.
The battle between Taoism and demons has finally ended.
Because this time, Lu Qingshan did not suffer from the backlash of heaven.
After Luohou was killed, he led the human cultivators to carry out a reckoning.
Although the demons chose to surrender at the first opportunity.
But Lu Qingshan didn't allow it.
The Tianhe monks also don’t allow it.
Human cultivators are also not allowed.
Perhaps to others, this seemed like a massacre, bloody and cruel.
But that is the nature of war.
War does not determine who is right, it only determines who stays.
The demon army fled in panic, and most of them were killed by human monks. The remaining small number of them escaped back to the abyss.
The human cultivators had no choice but to use their remaining courage to pursue the enemy.
But not pity.
It's just because the abyss is already heading towards destruction.
There is no need for humans to take action. Thousands of years later, the small part of the demon army that escaped back to the abyss will perish along with hundreds of millions of demons in the demon realm as the abyss declines.
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The ninety-ninth year of Tianyuan, late autumn.
Nearly seventy years have passed since the magnificent battle between the ancestors and the saints.
Peace has returned to the world.
Stories from the past are still circulating, and new stories are also being told.
The first female sword fairy of the human race eventually left the Sword Sect and took over the position of the Great Xia Lord.
The former Great Xia Lord Xia Zhao traveled around the human world and disappeared. It is said that someone saw her in a small town in the southern region.
The Sword Sect, the first sect of the human race, gained another main peak - Cangjian Peak - in the 70th year of Tianyuan, after losing its five main peaks, Qingyun Peak, Wangu Peak, Hengqiu Peak, Wushao Peak and Jianlai Peak.
The peak master is also an extremely young female cultivator, and her story can be called a legend.
It is said that during the Second Dao-Demon War, she was not yet a sword practitioner, but she went deep into the heartland of the demon clan with the Sword Sect's Wushao Peak Master, performed great merits, and finally survived the danger of death. She was rescued by Lu Qingshan who arrived, and only then did she begin to formally practice swordsmanship.
After Qi Butian, who had just taken the position of the abbot of Tianji Temple for less than forty years, passed away, the position of the abbot of Tianji Temple was taken over by a young female cultivator, who almost broke the record of the youngest Taoist master created by Lu Qingshan.
Sect Master Mo of the Candle Dragon Palace, after being promoted to the ninth realm a few years ago, defeated the Taiqing Palace's Zunhao Realm cultivator, who was honored with the title of Lord Yan, and led the Candle Dragon Palace to be promoted to Dao Sect, thus realizing the Candle Dragon Palace's wish of hundreds of thousands of years.
From then on, there were two major Taoist sects among the human race’s law-practicing sects.
Of course, even if seven of the eight major Taoist sects become Dharma-cultivating sects one day, they will no longer be able to shake the supreme position of the sword-cultivating faction in the human cultivation world.
The pattern of the three major factions of sword cultivators, magic cultivators, and physical cultivators has long since changed.
There are many stories like this, but there is only one most exciting and heart-wrenching story.
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After the Ancestral Saint War, within a short period of seventy years, the number of sword cultivators continued to increase and they were highly respected. New sword cultivation sects sprang up like mushrooms after rain all over the sky and earth.
Sword cultivation is at its peak never before.
Sword cultivation is prosperous, and the sword washing pool is also prosperous.
Sword Washing Pool, top floor of Jianyu Tower.
The Lord of the White Frost Sword hung up a new portrait.
On the side, the young disciple who was regarded as the hope of the next generation of the Sword Washing Pool and who was newly accepted by the White Frost Sword Master thirty years ago asked cautiously:
"Master, isn't it our ancestral precept that only the portrait of our sect's founder can be hung in Jianyu Tower? Who is this person?"
The man in the portrait is handsome, with an elegant face. Although he has white hair, he is obviously still very young.
The White Frost Sword Master was silent for a while, then said softly:
"Although he is not the founder of our sect, he can be called the ancestor of our generation of sword cultivators."
"There is no other human race."
"What if I make an exception for him?"
The young disciple was stunned.
He instantly understood the origin of the man in the portrait.
There may be many ancestors, but there is only one who deserves the praise of "no other than him and no other race".
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Qingzhou, Huashan.
Qingzhou, as the hometown of the sword immortal, has attracted countless sword practitioners who have come from afar to pay homage to the sword immortal's former residence over the years.
There is even a saying that goes, "If you have never been to Qingzhou, what kind of swordsman can you be?"
The Lord of Qingzhou took advantage of the situation and held the Huashan Sword Contest in Huashan, Qingzhou, which is held every ten years.
Many great sword masters would come to the event to test their swords, thus attracting countless people to come and watch.
It's another Huashan Sword Contest.
At this time, Huashan was already crowded with people.
On the high platform in the center of the mountain top, hundreds of sword cultivators stood in a row.
These are the sword practitioners who will participate in the sword debate later.
It’s three quarters past noon, the auspicious time has arrived.
The Great Xia monk who presided over this sword-fighting competition stepped out and said in a deep voice, "Draw your sword!"
clang clang clang!
In the square, hundreds of sword lights shot up into the sky, moving across the sky in all directions, stirring up the clouds and mist.
There is a tradition in the Huashan Sword Contest. Before the contest begins, all participants must draw their swords. While getting to know each other, it also serves as a performance, which is equivalent to an opening ceremony.
"Brother, are they also sword cultivators?" Under the high platform, a young cultivator who had just started practicing for a short time suddenly discovered that there were four cultivators in the front of the stage who did not sacrifice their natal swords and remained indifferent, appearing extremely strange among the group of people.
"Um."
"Then why don't they draw their swords?"
"They don't have their own natal sword."
"Ah? Can you still be considered a sword cultivator without your natal sword?"
"Although they don't have swords, they are also sword cultivators."
The most special generation of swordsmen.
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Spring, the 100th year of Tianyuan.
It's spring again.
Head of state season.
The so-called head of state, the traditional festival of the human race, also known as the "Spring Festival", is the beginning of the year, the New Year's Festival in the traditional sense, which evolved from the ancient times' New Year's prayer and sacrifice.
All things come from heaven, and people come from their ancestors. Praying for a good harvest, offering sacrifices, respecting heaven and following the example of ancestors are all ways to repay the roots and return to the beginning.
For mortals, the head of state is once a year, but for monks, whose lifespan is long, the head of state is once every fifty years.
Upside down mountain, Qingfeng.
There are lights and decorations everywhere.
Inside the wooden building.
Many people sat together, with a large pot placed on the stove in the middle, bubbling with liquid.
There were many exquisite plates on the table, filled with various monster meats and spiritual plants.
From time to time, someone would pick up a piece of cut monster meat, put it into the pot to blanch it for a while, then quickly take it out, put it in a bowl with various seasonings, and put it into their mouths.
This is the "hot pot" invented by Lu Qingshan, the leader of the Sword Sect. Because of his influence, it has long been popular among the world.
There were many people sitting around the hot pot.
Among them was Lu Qingshan, the leader of the Sword Sect.
To the left of Lu Qingshan are Ji Chuan, Qiu Shiyin, Ji Hanxing, Ji Banyue, Mo Yan, Lin Yao, and Zang Xiaojian.
On the right are Xia Daoyun, Qin Yitian, Gu Yiyi, Lin Chuyi, and Lin Shiwu.
Next to Gu Yiyi's little hand, there is a mouse who calls himself the king.
Ji Hanxing and Ji Banyue are the twin daughters of Ji Chuan and Qiu Shiyin.
Most of the people present here are of extraordinary status and have a lot of work to do on weekdays. Only on special days like this can so many people gather together.
"Master Mo, the Candle Dragon Palace has become increasingly prosperous in recent years. Congratulations."
"Peak Master Ji, I heard that Peak Master Haoran's cultivation recovered very quickly, and your two daughters are even more talented. This is even more worthy of congratulations. It should be made clear."
"I just don't know whether Peak Master Ji became a Sword Immortal first, or Peak Master Haoran surpassed him later."
"Maybe I'm the fastest."
"Haha, that's not impossible. Little Sword Peak Master has made great progress in recent years."
“Master Lin, speaking of this, I have to admit that your cultivation speed is really not good. As the master of Tianji Temple, you haven’t reached the eighth level yet…”
The atmosphere was heated as cups were clinking and no one could tell who was talking to whom.
After several rounds of meals, it was finally time to leave.
As hosts, Lu Qingshan and Xia Daoyun went out to see the guests off.
After seeing off all the guests, the two stood on the top of the mountain and took in most of the Sword Sect.
The moon is bright in the sky and the breeze is blowing the leaves.
At that time, Xia Daoyun suddenly asked: "If I wasn't there, who would you choose between the two of them?"
After Lu Qingshan thought about it, he said without hesitation: "Choose you."
"I mean, without me."
Lu Qingshan hummed and stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms.
"Then I'll choose you."
Xia Daoyun was slightly shy, but she felt full of joy. She whispered, "Compared to them, don't you think it's boring to be with me?"
She doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to talk, and rarely smiles. Her status as an empress is so noble that people dare not approach her. Others think she is high and mighty and difficult to approach.
Boring?
How could that be?
Lu Qingshan smiled but said nothing.
After getting married, he was surprised to find that Xia Daoyun, who had always been as cold and aloof as a snow lotus and no one dared to desecrate her, was not only not rigid in some aspects, but was even obedient to the point of being embarrassing.
When asked to lie down, she turned over and lay down with her eyes closed.
When asked to sit down, she sat down without saying a word, covering her face.
Even some shameless postures that he should have only done in his previous life, Xia Daoyun did them with him with eyes wide open and without saying a word.
Lu Qingshan heard that before the marriage, Xia Daoyun specially invited several Taoist companions from royal families to ask for advice on some matters.
He vaguely guessed that it was probably because those princesses were concerned about Xia Daoyun's identity and made some vague remarks that caused Xia Daoyun to misunderstand.
What a wonderful misunderstanding!
Lu Qingshan took Xia Daoyun's hand and said seriously, "It's very interesting to experience new things with old friends."
"There's a new posture..."