The sun rises from the east, and the light shines down on the entire heaven and earth, and on the top of the mountain of Wanjian in Gwangju, the lake is completely surrounded by green qi at this time, and even the sunlight is difficult to penetrate.

Between the surging green qi, Murong He's response fell, and the girl Jiansheng stood up upright from the ground, looking up at the green lotus above her head, and in the center of this green lotus, she seemed to see a man sitting cross-legged, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sword again, a cyan sword.

Then Jian Sheng bit his lip, and a faint inquiry came out:

"Master, I don't understand. ”

The sound of doubt fell, and Jian Sheng's eyes flashed with full seriousness, and then he continued to speak:

"The purity you have always told me is to be true to my own heart, and to be fearless when the sword is drawn, but what you have done at this time has puzzled the disciples.

"Before March, the strong enemy was attacked, after the retreat, I went to the White Emperor's Palace to see Your Majesty, Your Majesty told me that the next saint of Daxia Rong who abides by the laws of Great Xia, Jun has no jokes, and His Majesty also feels that this is very reasonable, so I thank Your Majesty Longen for Shizun and the tens of thousands of disciples of Wanjian Pavilion, but. ”

Speaking of this, Jian Sheng's eyes stared at the green lotus above, and after a pause, he spoke again:

"However, the master has made such a choice now, and he is puzzled! This is not his heart, nor is it pure!"

One day is a teacher and a father for life, Jian Sheng is just an orphan who was abandoned in Wanjian Mountain, so for her, Murong He is both a master and a father, so she is still kneeling on the shore of the Burial Sword Lake at this time, but the three incomprehensions of this consecutive opening fully express the girl's anxious, complicated, and unacceptable feelings.

Accompanied by the girl's resounding words in the sky, the huge green lotus above the sky once again bloomed outward, and countless green qi once again skyrocketed in all directions, covering the sky and the sun, reaching a full four hundred miles, and in the induction of the sword sheng, the figure in the green lotus, or the sword, was once again clearly counted.

Then within Qinglian, the vague figure that coincided with the sword gently opened his eyes, and in the entire buried sword lake below, the countless Dao Soul Swords, as if they had received some kind of call, slowly floated upward, and the sword Dao Qinglian with the sword blade directly above it, followed by another response from Murong He, continued to resound throughout the sky:

"Sheng'er, the teacher can understand your incomprehension, but you must know that what the teacher represents, not only the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, but the entire sword, is the entire rivers and lakes, between the rivers and lakes and the temple, there must be a balance, and the teacher is the sharpest sword in the entire rivers and lakes. ”

Jian Sheng tilted her head, just as she looked up at her master when she was a child, but her eyes were already full of complexity, and she continued to ask:

"Dare to ask Master, are you still pure at this time?"

"Of course, purity, sanctification is the original intention of the teacher, and the world pays attention to the word cause and effect, and the countless accumulations and inheritances of my sword are all eliminated because of the Lord of Great Xia in the White Emperor's Palace, so I naturally want to find that wisp of ethereal opportunity from him. ”

Speaking of this, the deep voice from above paused slightly, and then Murong He closed his eyes again, and the voice continued to come down:

"For the teacher to make a sword, you must go all out, because a pure sword will not have any hands!"

Murong He said this, he had already expressed his attitude, and then Jian Sheng stopped talking, just kowtowed to Qinglian again, and after getting up, he turned his head and walked down the mountain, just the back of the girl leaving, not living up to the previous heroic and upright, but with a strong depression.

Below the Burial Sword Lake, tens of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples, including the elders who were already quite old, had spontaneously gathered in the huge square in the center of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion Pavilion, silently waiting for the latest news from the Burial Sword Lake.

Their expressions were complex and dignified, because everyone knew that from this moment on, they, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, would be the enemy of the entire Great Xia, but they were natives of the Great Xia, and this kind of emotion tearing at both sides made all the disciples confused and silent, so these disciples needed the young pavilion master who had been the leader for several months.

Finally, at the end of the green aura on the top of the mountain, the white-clothed figure of the girl Jiansheng appeared, but in the eyes of all the disciples, the girl's steps even stumbled a little, her face was bloodless, and even the originally heroic eyes were dim.

Seeing this, the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion glanced at each other, and they all saw something bad in each other's eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward, but before they could get closer, they saw the girl open her mouth and spurt out a mouthful of blood, and fell directly forward to the ground.

"Young Pavilion Master!"

"I'm fine!"

The girl's white clothes were already soaked red with blood, but she stood up and stumbled forward to continue walking, at this moment, this girl who was born to cultivate swords was completely covered with her exquisite sword heart.

"All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, within seven days, they are not allowed to go out in their respective pavilions, and those who violate it will be dealt with by the patriarchal!"

A faint voice came out of Jian Sheng's mouth, and then she refused the support of the disciple beside her, and walked alone through the entire huge Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Sect Gate Square, walking towards the largest attic in the sect.

When the girl's figure completely disappeared into the attic, inside Qinglian, Murong He, who had already closed his eyes, opened his eyes and muttered softly:

"Sheng'er, you are still too young, the higher your cultivation level is, the longer you live, you will find that this avenue is all mediocre people disturbing themselves!"

The scorching sun rose into the sky, but the bombshells that had sparked countless waves in the morning had only begun to cause the stormy waves, and after brewing and fermenting, they swept madly in all directions throughout Great Xia.

In fact, it was not only the girl Jiansheng, but also the countless people who heard Murong and the battle post in the vast area of the mountain under the mountain, and their hearts were also full of doubts and incomprehension, and they urgently needed to know the reason for this.

For a long time, although Mu Xingrong He was recognized as the sharpest person under the sage, but he had never stepped down the mountain for more than ten years, and gradually, this sword overhaul that was regarded as a sword saint by all those who used swords has gradually become the totem of Guangyu City and even the entire Gwangju.

Whenever monks and travelers visit here, there will always be people of Gwangju who point to the sword mountain that reaches to the sky, and proudly say:

"Do you see that sword-like mountain, it's Wanjian Mountain, and Murong He is on that mountain. ”

But now everything is changing rapidly like lightning and stone fire, when Murong He used that battle post to wake up the entire Wide Area City, when the infinite green qi spread for four hundred miles, everyone knew that the sky of the entire Wide Area City was about to change.