The sweeper ran to meet the disciples, and the palace master ran to sweep the floor?

What's going on?

White Night was confused.

The old man took a step and appeared at the bottom of the statue as if teleporting.

"Okay, palace master, people are coming, let's go!" the old man snatched the broom and said, a little impatient.

"Oh, somebody's coming?"

The figure was stunned, then turned and walked towards the white night.

It was a very plainly dressed fellow, with a goatee, a little messy hair, and a very ordinary appearance, which seemed to be younger than the old man, and was equally unremarkable, and did not have the slightest demeanor of a lord, but what made people very concerned was that he had a brown scabbard hanging from his waist, and there was no sword.

"Meet the palace master!" Bai Ye clasped his fists and saluted.

"Alas, don't be so polite, come on, let's sit down. ”

The palace master grinned and said very casually.

"The palace master doesn't have any shelves!" Bai Ye smiled faintly.

"Shelves, don't you let those elders finish loading?" The palace master took out an apple out of nowhere, sat under the statue, crossed Erlang's legs and gnawed: "You disciples are also hard, you usually have to be respectful when you see those high-ranking elders, if you see me again, the palace master, then you must not be scared to death?" So I am a very casual person, I don't have to be formal when I see me, what do you say, you know? Just when I am your eldest brother, it will be!"

"Okay..."Bai Ye squeezed out a smile, but he was a little unaccustomed.

However, this palace master obviously didn't know that this disciple didn't know what restraint was when he saw the elder.

"I don't know why the palace master called me here?" Seeing that the palace master had finished eating an apple in a short time, Bai Ye couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, just talk about your cultivation!" The palace master chewed on the apple: "Your talent is good, and your qualifications are also very good, I plan to focus on cultivating you, Yinghua Jian and Gongsun Mujiao, I have already talked to the two of them, and the next thing is you." ”

"Cultivate?"

"From tomorrow, the three of you can enter and leave my palace master hall at will, there is a reading room at the back, which contains the supreme sword technique of this sect, you can read it at will, in addition, I will teach you some magic circles, enchantments and mechanism techniques, and teach you everything. The palace master smiled.

The art of the machine?White Night's eyes lit up.

That's a good thing!

"Thank you, Palace Master!"

"What are you polite about? You are a disciple of my Yijian Heavenly Palace, that is, your own people! Treat your own people, I don't play with those false things, as long as it is good for you, I will give it! However, I also hope that you will be prosperous in the future, don't forget the sect!"

"Uh... Developed?"

"It's the meaning of the Great Road!"

"That's fine. ”

"That's good!" The palace master smiled, flipped his palm, and turned out two wine gourds from nowhere, and handed one over: "Drink it, this is soul-warming wine, drinking it is good for the heavenly soul, these heavenly souls in your body are interestingly tight, especially the last heavenly soul... There is still a little breath of the Dead Dragon Sword, how did you get this heavenly soul?"

Bai Ye was stunned when he heard the sound, and Xuan'er smiled bitterly: "It seems that the palace master has seen through the secret on my body?"

"Hahaha, a weapon like the Death Dragon Sword is also very powerful in the Holy State, how many people covet it, I naturally know a little bit about it. The palace master laughed.

Bai Ye opened the gourd, took a sip of wine, and casually explained the process of generating the Dead Dragon Heavenly Soul.

"I see, you're from the Nine Souls, it's amazing!" the palace master nodded.

"Awesome?"

"Of course it's amazing! It's not easy for people from the Nine Souls Continent to become saints, most of the people in the Li Shengzhou are native souls, or from the Shenwu Continent, or from several other continents..."

"How many other continents?" Bai Ye's pupils shrank: "Could it be that in addition to the Shenwu Continent and the Nine Souls Continent, there are other planes?"

"This piece of heaven and earth is big, of course, there won't be only Shenwu and Nine Souls, but there is nothing to say in other places, you can slowly understand it when you have time, the classics of Li Shengzhou are cloudy, you can understand it by reading it yourself. The palace master gulped down the wine, and Xuan'er let out a long hiccup.

Bai Ye was a little embarrassed.

There's really no palace master at all.

"By the way, since you kid has the opportunity to die the dragon sword, why don't you have the dead dragon sword?" the palace master asked casually.

"It's been taken away!" Bai Ye shook his head, a cruel light flashed in his eyes: "It's the elders who don't disperse!"

"No door, no dispersal?" the palace master was obviously stunned.

"Does the palace master know about this person?" Bai Ye hurriedly asked.

When the palace master heard this, he smiled bitterly: "How did you let him take it? That would be terrible! Wumen is also the leading sect, if the Death Dragon Sword is handed over to the master of Wumen by him, then I will Sword Heavenly Palace can only avoid it!"

"This sword, I will find a way to get it back, after all, I still have an account to find!" Bai Ye said lightly, and poured a sip of wine.

The palace master did not speak.

There was a brief silence in the palace.

"By the way, palace master, what is this statue? Is he holding a sword trick?" Bai Ye drank all the wine, feeling the warmth of the heavenly soul, his eyes were blurred, as if he was chatting, asking about the huge statue behind him.

"It is a sword trick left to future generations when the ancestor of my palace died, and with this sword trick, he sealed a peerless beast. So my master's master's master's master's master's master... According to the appearance of him when he died, this statue was carved, each hand represents a posture of the sword technique, in fact, there are far more than a few swords around here, because it can't be carved, so I get less, my master's master's master's master's master... I want to understand this set of sword tricks left by my ancestors, but I haven't been able to understand it, we have been in the Sword Heavenly Palace for so many years, and no one has realized what kind of sword trick this is, which can only be said to be a big pity. The palace master sighed again and again, his face full of regret.

Bai Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and his mind rippled slightly.

The two chatted for a while, and the palace master gave a bottle of elixir, and Bai Ye said goodbye.

The palace master continued to sit there and drink, looking pleasant.

It wasn't until the white night left that the old man who swept the floor came over.

"The sword at his waist... Why does it feel familiar?" the old man wondered.

"yes... Kind of like that sword in the graveyard... I felt a little throbbing when he sat next to me just now, if I hadn't known that the sword could not be used, I would have thought that he had taken it out!" the palace master took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

"How's this kid?"

"Very good! When you die, I'll put him here to take your place!" said the palace master with a smile.

"If he had the ability, he could come now, old man, I don't want to do it!" the old sweeper snorted, threw away his broom, and walked inside.

.....

Leaving the palace master's hall, Bai Ye went to the dueling arena.

In the middle of the night, the dueling arena was empty, and Deacon Mo was still hungover in the sword cultivation room, swallowing the pill given by the palace lord in the white night, and sat cross-legged.

After a moment, the man stood up, his fingers moving slightly, and his mind thought back to the statue he had seen in the main hall.

Crash...

In an instant, a large amount of transparent sword qi appeared around his body, and thousands of them were born in the blink of an eye, which was very cautious.

Each sword was incomparably translucent, and the inside was filled with pure holy power, enough to penetrate a saint completely.

Bai Ye secretly took a breath, and his fingers leaned back towards the sword technique held in the hand of the statue before.

But as he shifted his first sword stance...

Bang!

All the sword qi exploded in an instant.

Sou!

The white night was blasted out and fell to the ground, disgraced...

He hurriedly stood up, patted the dust off his head, and frowned.

"Am I in the wrong position?"

"Come again!!"

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(Around 11 p.m. on the next shift)