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Sure enough, as the two speculated, they did not encounter other ambushes in the two hundred miles of the Sword Pavilion. [hua.

The two of them made it all the way to the Sword Pavilion safely.

Among the three major martial arts sects outside the world, the Sword Pavilion is known as the "Sword Gate World Danger", in which this Sword Gate not only refers to the Sword Pavilion, but also refers to the Mountain Gate of the Sword Pavilion.

It is a huge ravine hundreds of miles long, the widest part is up to 200 zhang, and the narrowest point is more than 100 zhang, which encloses the Great Sword Mountain from northeast to southwest in a semicircle, forming an arched mountain gate that rises in the abyss. The giant gully is unfathomable, and even with the divine sense of the Cave True Realm Grandmaster, it cannot penetrate to the end. The cliffs on both sides are like knives and axes, very steep, and there is no grass, standing on the edge of the cliff, there is a feeling of going straight down to the abyss. The cold wind blew up from the bottom of the gully, and there was a feeling of coldness through the bones, I don't know what the bottom of the gully is, but it is still so cold at least a thousand zhang away.

The two arrived at the Nanshan Gate of the Sword Gate, which is the "main gate" to enter the Sword Pavilion, and there is a chain bridge connecting the north and south of the giant ravine, which is swaying slightly in the mountain wind.

Xiao Yan looked north, but saw a huge ravine, thirty zhang to the north is a wide cliff, about thirty zhang high, the cliff wall is steep and straight, and there is no grass, and before this cliff, suddenly pulled up a stalagmite, as high as forty or fifty zhang, as if a giant sword stood in front of the cliff. Legend has it that 1,200 years ago, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion rode a donkey into Shu Road in Drizzle, and when he passed through this place, he laughed and said, "This sword is very good!" Then the flying sword cut the stone, engraved the word "Sword Pavilion", and opened up the sect in this place.

At this time, at the top of the stone sword, there was a woman in a green shirt with a sword sitting cross-legged, and there was an immovable momentum from a distance.

Murong Jue said: "That's the peak master of the six peaks, Sang Qiu Nan. ”

Xiao Yan was in awe, Liufeng was very high-ranked.

Each of the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion has a peak master, all of whom are held by the Cave True Realm Grandmaster, and the peak number ranking represents the strength - this Sanqiu Peak Lord is ranked in the sixth peak, which means that the strength is the sixth below, which is of course very strong.

The two walked to the Shanmen Bridge, where there were several stone houses and disciples stationed all year round. Those who enter the Sword Pavilion, whether they are disciples of this sect or outsiders, must first register here. The young disciple in charge of registration did not show any surprise when he saw that the two of them were covered in blood, because the disciples of the Sword Pavilion had returned to the mountain gate with more blood.

Murong Jue took out an ironwood sign and handed it over, his voice was cold and indifferent, "Pavilion Master's named disciple, Murong Jue will return to the sect." ”

The disciple in charge of registration immediately looked solemn, took the name tag with both hands, carefully inspected it, brushed the pen to register, handed the name tag back, and asked respectfully: "Senior Uncle Murong, may I ask who this is?" ”

When Xiao Yan heard the sentence "Uncle Shizu", he couldn't help laughing, and flew a smile at Murong Jue - he was twenty-five years old, and he was the ancestor of the latest chapter of the Super Soldier King.

Murong Jue's expression did not move, and he looked at her lightly - in which capacity are you?

Xiao Yan had already thought about it and said, "Sword Venerable disciple, Xiao Wunian. ”

Her mother, Mo Zun, is the first person in the way of the sword, the sword venerable of the Sword Pavilion.

Her mother gave her the name "Wu Nian", which should be her disciple's Dao number, this is her mother's sect, of course she should enter as her mother's disciple - she originally planned to go to her mother's sect to meet her after she was promoted to the grandmaster, but she didn't expect it to be in this state of injury.

The disciple in charge of registration widened his eyes, almost suspecting that his ears had heard it wrong, and subconsciously said, "What?" ”

Suddenly, his wrist was numb, and as soon as he loosened, the brush had already reached Murong Jue's hand, and he neatly wrote "Companion: disciple of Jianzun, Xiao Wunian", put the pen down and left. [To see the latest chapter of this book, please go to hua.]

Xiao Yan smiled apologetically at the disciple and walked out behind her.

I heard the sound of "bang" and "sigh" in the stone house, and I don't know if it was because the "Sword Venerable disciple" was too frightened, or because Xiao Yan's smile was too fascinated...... Maybe both.

The two stepped on the bridge and skimmed over.

Walking on the bridge, I felt the cold wind biting, as if the extreme cold of the Nine Shades soaked into the bone marrow. Murong Jue suddenly said, "I used to practice swords on the cliff here. ”

Xiao Yan somewhat understood why there was such a cold aura in Murong Jue's sword intent that seemed to blow from the abyss of hell.

"How long has the senior been in the Sword Pavilion?"

"A year. At the age of fifteen, he went down the mountain and went to the academy. Murong Jue said in a calm voice.

Xiao Yan heard a little regret in her calm voice, thinking that the Sword Pavilion had a different status in her heart.

In an instant, after crossing the bridge, it is Dajian Mountain.

The two walked under the stone sword, and Murong Jue gave the woman in the green shirt a sword fist salute of a Sword Pavilion disciple, and shouted, "Senior Sister Sanqiu." And he said, "You are guarding the mountain gate today?" ”

Sanchanan said: "I challenged Zhong Wu and lost. ”

Her expression was solemn and open, and when she said "losing", she did not have the embarrassment of failure, as if she was ordinary.

Murong Jue's expression was clear, according to the practice of the Sword Pavilion, those who failed to challenge would have to sit on the mountain gate sword and guard the mountain gate for a month.

Xiao Yan had also heard that in the Sword Pavilion, it has been a long-standing tradition for the low peak peak master to challenge the peak peak master, and it is shameful to fail, and it is shameful not to dare to challenge - now it seems that this is indeed the case.

She couldn't help but wonder, if everyone in the Sword Pavilion was like this, brave to challenge, and more courageous to accept defeat, then this kind of spiritual will sharpening would be stronger than always being the winner.

She raised her hand and gave a grandmaster salute to the green-shirted woman, "Xiao Wunian has seen Elder Sanqiu. ”

Although she is a disciple of Sword Zun, she is not a disciple of Sword Pavilion, so she does not practice the same door ceremony of Sword Pavilion.

Sancho Nan returned the salute and said with a smile: "According to Jianzun's seniority, you and I are equals, you can call me Senior Sister Sanqiu." ”

Xiao Yan was as kind as a stream, and shouted, "Senior Sister Sanqiu." ”

Sanqiu Nan looked at Xiao Yan with a smile, and there was an imperceptible interest in those deep and quiet eyes.

The two didn't know that Sanqiu Nan's losing contract had actually expired yesterday, but she had just heard from Shizun that Senior Sister Murong had been kissed by Jianzun's disciple - pulled out of the demon, and immediately rushed over to witness this "legend" that "can't be stopped by true love demons...... Hehehe, he really looks very handsome and beautiful, his figure is also very handsome, straight like a sword, his temperament is very good, pure, clean, and his bearing is also very good, mellow, but he is hard inside, and his spirit is clear, which is eye-catching-worthy of the latest chapter of me as the king raised by Jianzun himself. Mmmm, no wonder Senior Sister Murong who has been cold for ten thousand years can see it.

Of course, Sanqiu Nan didn't believe the "true feelings" that her master said, but she had taught Murong Jue swordsmanship, and she knew a little bit about her heart, knowing that this little junior sister was the same inside and out, like a glacier cold and constant, and she never deliberately kept a distance from people, but she naturally had a distance. But she is different from Xiao Yan, although her expression is as usual, cold and indifferent, the subtle reactions of her body, and the occasional eye contact, give people a sense of harmony.

Sancho Nan's deep eyes shone brightly.

Xiao Yan had a strange feeling, although this senior sister Sanqiu was very serious at first glance, and had a kind of grandmaster bearing, but she always felt that this senior sister looked at her eyes a little weird.

…… Is it because of my mother?

When Xiao Yan thought about it, he calmed down in his heart - as Mo Zun's "daughter" and a disciple of Sword Zun, it was natural for him to be curious and looked at by the people of Sword Pavilion.

Of course, she didn't know that in addition to this factor, because a certain innate grandmaster had leaked his mouth to his apprentice, she had already become the protagonist of the legendary script that had just been released.

Sancho Nan dropped his stone sword, waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the main peak." When she rushed to see someone, she took on the job of greeting guests.

The two of them had no objections, and followed Sanqiu Nanyue to the north of the cliff, all the way unimpeded, passing through more than a dozen majestic or steep peaks along the way, and gradually entering the central mountain range of Dajian Mountain.

The main peak of the Sword Pavilion is located in the center of the central mountain range, which is the highest peak of the Great Sword Mountain, and it is also the most straight peak, standing in the middle of the lofty mountains, like a big sword that goes straight into the sky. On all sides of the mountain, there are steep mountain cliffs, and usually disciples go up and down the mountain directly, go up and down from the cliffs, walk in a straight line, and exercise light skills by the way. But considering that Xiao Yan and Murong Jue were both injured, Sang Qiu Nan led the two of them to wind up along the winding mountain road, and walked halfway up the mountain, which was the palace group of the main peak of the Sword Pavilion.

Xiao Yan saw stone houses, all kinds of colors, white, black, cyan, ochre, red ......, each stone brick of the house was cut flat, the size was the same, the masonry was tightly sealed, distributed among the green trees, flowers and vines, giving people a neat, orderly, solid, hard, and soft visual impression.

As if knowing Xiao Yan's surprise, Sang Chunan, who was walking in front, explained casually: "There are more sword fights in our pavilion, and the stone house is stronger. ”

Xiao Yan said in his heart, this reason is really powerful.

Sancho Nan led the two to the main hall.

The style of the main hall is relatively normal, the heavy halls with the eaves and corners, only black and white, revealing a simple, neat, and magnificent and solemn bearing. In front of the main hall is a square up to a hundred paces wide, and the ground is paved with granite, such a hard ground makes it difficult for Xiao Yan not to think - there will be frequent sword fights here?

Sanqiu Nan led them into the east side hall, and a female disciple in a white shirt and sword greeted them, saluted and called out "Uncle Sanqiu", and Sanqiu Nan confessed: "This is the registered disciple of the pavilion master, Grandmaster Murong, and the distinguished guest Grandmaster Wunian, will live in the pavilion for a few days, and you will live in the pavilion for a few days. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi." That disciple had heard that the pavilion master had a registered disciple surnamed Murong Clan, but it was the first time he saw it, and he secretly wrote down his appearance in his heart.

Sang Chunan turned back to Murong Jue and said, "Senior Sister Murong, you first take Senior Sister Wunian to the medicine pool to heal your injuries, and after you have completely recuperated, it's not too late to visit the Pavilion Master." ”

"Hmm."

Sang Chunan turned his face to Xiao Yan again and said, "Senior Sister Wunian, we'll see you later." ”

Xiao Yan smiled brightly at her, "Thank you, Senior Sister Sanqiu, for leading you up the mountain, see you later." ”

Rao is Sanqiu Nan is more than 100 years old, and he has read a lot, and he was also shaken by her smile, secretly praised, and gave Murong Jue a look, smiling and leaving the life of rebirth is beautiful.

The eyes of the white-shirted female disciple were also a little dazed, until Murong Jue's cold and indifferent voice sounded: "Go to the medicine house." Only then did he suddenly wake up, his face couldn't help but blush, and he immediately saluted, went out of the side hall, and led the two to the medicine house. I secretly guessed Xiao Yan's identity in my heart: I can be commensurate with Uncle Sanqiu's uncle and ancestor as a sister, and I am not the grandmaster in the pavilion, what kind of distinguished guest is this?

The medicine house is not far from the main hall group, go to the northwest for three miles, build a large and small wooden house with logs, and there is a waterfall in the distance, leading the stream into the medicine house. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion are often injured by the sword, and there are medicine houses on each peak, and there are hot and cold pools in the medicine house, which are divided into pools according to the severity of the injuries, and the wounds are healed when the blood stains are cleaned, which is in line with the style of the Sword Pavilion has always been, simple and fast. Murong Absolute Main Peak Medicine Lu was very familiar, because in the year she was in the Sword Pavilion, she was injured in the medicine pool almost every day. Although he had been away from the Sword Pavilion for ten years, he thought that there would be no change in the medicine pool, so he directly ordered the female disciple: "Go to Jiazi No. 9." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

The medicine pools are all medicine pools for the treatment of serious injuries caused by broken internal organs, and of course, the medicinal materials used are also very precious.

As soon as Xiao Yan entered the wooden house, he smelled the strong smell of medicine, and quickly identified most of the medicinal materials, and knew that the curative effect of this medicine pool must be good. A black lacquer screen separates the medicine pool from the door, and there are three wardrobes standing against the wall, one primary color, one black and one white, Xiao Yan guessed that it was probably divided into bath towels and men's and women's clothes.

The two took off their boots and socks, stepped barefoot on the green bricks, and bypassed the screen, which was the medicine pool made of bluestone, six feet long and four feet wide, it was a single medicine pool, but if the knees were cross-legged to heal, the two of them were enough.

Murong Jue explained: "The medicinal power can be provided for two people, together, without wasting it." She used to soak in the medicine pool in the Sword Pavilion, all with the injured senior sisters, but as soon as she thought that Xiao Yan was not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion and might not be used to bathing with people, she said, "If you mind, you can divide the pool." ”

Xiao Yan smiled: "No. Just together. ”

The Sword Pavilion should have a frugal style, which can be seen from the architectural style and the clothing of the disciples, there is no gorgeous ornamentation, although it is not as frugal and harsh as the ink master, but frugality should be the habit of every Sword Pavilion disciple, including the senior of Qianshan. Since she has entered the pavilion, she naturally follows the customs of the villagers and follows the habits of the Sword Pavilion. Of course, if it was Li Yuzhen who was bathing with her at this time, even if she wasted a pool of medicine, she would resolutely separate.

Both of them were Lisuo people, and they began to undress without saying much. Xiao Yan took off his outer robe and middle coat, and inside was the corset. At the Zongsheng Temple, the master said that she no longer needed to hide her identity as a woman, so Xiao Yan happily took off the hard bandeau that strangles her chest and changed into the half-cut corset that female warriors often wear. Out of the corner of Murong Jue's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the two red goldfish on her corset, his eyes flickered, and his indifferent eyes were looking over, Xiao Yan silently wiped his sweat in his heart, and explained: "My aunt sent it." "It's really not her taste.

Murong Jue "um", thought about it, felt that he should comfort her, and said with a serious expression: "The artistic conception is very good." ”

"......" Xiao Yan looked at her silently.

The red goldfish surround the oily sesame seeds, and the cherry blossoms are the cherry blossoms...... This mood is really good.

Murong Jue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that his comfort seemed to be a bit of a teasing person, and immediately explained seriously, "Your mother's wishes are very good. ”

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, and finally laughed out loud, and then laughed hahaha.

- It is a blessing to have more than one year after another; The sesame seeds are blooming taller and taller, but they are blessed with her "chest height".

Xiao Yan smiled as he entered the pool, "I think it's better for martial arts to be high." ”

Murong Jue nodded, deeply convinced.

The two sat cross-legged in the medicine pool, the water reaching their necks.

Because the guards and disciples were already adding firepower, the water in the medicine pool gradually turned from warm to boiling, and ordinary people were cooking broth when they sat in the pool, but for the two of them, it was ordinary, and their eyebrows didn't move a bit. The two of them closed their eyes and used their true qi to help catalyze the medicinal power, and blood gradually leached out of the skin, and a trace of it seeped into the dark brown medicine pool water, and there was a trace of blood in the smell of the medicine.

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