Ye Zhiqiu didn't expect that the monk emperor would die now, and he came so suddenly.

"It's not a false little monk, what's going on, I didn't harm your master. ”

Ye Zhiqiu was still there to study the Nine Senses passed on to him by the Monk Emperor, and he found that this existence had lost its breath of life.

Although he had a murderous intention against the monk emperor, the death of the monk emperor was really not his doing.

He just wanted to learn something.

"It's not about the donor, Master said that he has recently seen his future, and told me not to be sad, Master also said that everyone is born, old, sick and die, how can anyone not die, but he doesn't worry about me, saying that I am too honest and very likely not to die well. ”

It is true that the little monk knelt in front of the monk, there were many sad and sad, and some were at a loss.

Is his master just gone, has he achieved positive results?

"I see. ”

Ye Zhiqiu finally understood a little about the death of the monk emperor, this one had already seen through life and death, he should come when he came, and he wanted to go when he wanted to, and he inherited the love of the monk emperor, so he naturally wanted to take more care of the monk emperor's apprentice.

This kind of ending may have been satisfied.

"Not to be a little monk, come with me, I will protect you. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the person who couldn't kneel in front of the monk emperor and sighed.

Speaking of which, he has not yet reached the realm of the monk emperor, and he still can't see through life and death.

Everything he does is to live well. Only one's own existence is the greatest truth.

"Master said that after passing away, you should return to nature. ”

It is true that the little monk did not pay attention to Ye Zhiqiu, he knelt there for a long time and began to worry about the aftermath of his master.

There are a lot of things, the little monk is serious and does them one by one, although Ye Zhiqiu can help, he still just stands there and watches.

"Master has said that the fire of his relics cannot be burned. ”

It is true that the little monk watched his master's body gradually turn into ashes with the fire, but only the mirror of the heart was his master's relic, even if he encountered this raging fire, there was still no trace of damage.

"The Monk Emperor is a generation of high monks, and his relics naturally have many miraculous effects, if you want to silence the earth, I can help you. ”

Ye Zhiqiu spoke.

This mirror is good, but the monk emperor has already taught him many cultivation methods, and now he no longer needs to snatch the mirror from the hands of the little monk.

"Master said that if his relics reached me, it would bring great disaster to me, and Master also said that he would give it to a trustworthy person. ”

It is true that the little monk bowed to the only remaining mirror in the fire three more times, and then carefully took out the mirror.

"The donor doesn't even eat vegetarian dishes, he is naturally a compassionate person, I give this mirror to the donor, hoping that the donor can treat him well. ”

When the little monk got up from the ground, he handed the mirror to Ye Zhiqiu.

"Yes. ”

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, but muttered a little in his heart.

The things in this world are really unpredictable, and the unintentional things have the desired results.

"Let's go. ”

After the death of the monk emperor, the matter was over, and Ye Zhiqiu left the Miyin Temple with the little monk.

"In today's Central Plains martial arts, what heroes and heroes are there?"

Ye Zhiqiu walked on the land of the Central Plains, thinking about this question.

According to the timeline, it should be the era when the Sword Master is the dominant and the nameless rises, and as for the male tyrant in the first part of Fengyun, he may just be a teenager.

"Where is that Bai Suzhen?"

Ye Zhiqiu thought of this and used his strength to urge the mirror.

The picture in the mirror flowed, showing a lot of people, and finally the picture fell to the Shaolin Temple, there was a beautiful woman on the Shaolin Temple, dressed in white, fairy spirit.

Who is it if it's not Bai Suzhen?

This woman's skills are stronger than ever, and probably because of her time in Shaolin, it seems that she has also traveled through Muren Alley a few times and gained some immeasurable inheritance.

"Then go to Shaolin Temple and meet this old friend. ”

Ye Zhiqiu led the little monk to Shaolin Temple, and the mirror of his heart flowed endlessly in his hands.

When Ye Zhiqiu and his entourage arrived in Henan, countless sword qi rushed into the sky not far away, and the momentum was quite huge.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a lot of sword qi, and the sword qi of two of them was the most powerful, but this kind of power was not domineering, not murderous, but a kind of compassion and compassion, with the world in mind, it seems that its owner will be a great hero who saves the world, but this hero also seems to have a compassionate fate, and will suffer a lot of tribulations, and he will not be at peace for the rest of his life.

"The Hero Sword is about to be born!"

Ye Zhiqiu felt this sword, and remembered that many years ago, probably the patriarch of the Wind Clan tribe he met during the Yanhuang period, he seemed to be called the Great Sword Master by later generations.

The little guy who used to be a great sword master also went further on the road of swordsmanship, but Ye Zhiqiu felt that the sword he planted back then should also have a harvest.

His mind began to move, and somewhere, in a very mysterious place, began to vibrate.

"That sword of mine has finally turned into a sword realm. ”

Ye Zhiqiu felt a familiar connection coming from a certain void, and he could see that there were countless swords, countless sword techniques, and countless sword intents contained in this space.

This is all the swordsmanship that those swordsmen have comprehended throughout the ages, and after their death, they converge to the sword world, making the sword world continue to expand and enrich, and finally form a huge space.

The most powerful swordsman originally thought that the sword world had no master, but in fact, the sword world has always had a master, and now his master began to connect with the sword world.

So Ye Zhiqiu got countless kendo inheritances.

Seeds are planted in the spring and grain is harvested in the fall.

He planted a sword thousands of years ago, and now he has gained endless knowledge of kendo.

How comfortable!

"Yuantian Sword Technique, Six Annihilation Swords Twenty-three, Xuanyin Twelve Swords, and Liangyi Swords, Taiji Swords, Dai Zongfu How. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the many swordsmanships in the sword realm, and knew that as long as he absorbed these swordsmanship sword intent, his sword cultivation would reach an unprecedented realm.

The founders of these swordsmanship are indeed strange people, some can use their minds to resist the sword, some can count the sword, and the mind will do all the tricks of the other party, and defeat the enemy with a sword, and some have created a heart sword, and the sword in the heart slashes people's divine consciousness, and some swordsmanship has its own spiritual sense, can possess others, and have become a kind of spirit, and there is also a sword intent that can absorb all energy, and move Kyushu with a sword.

In short, these many sword ways will all belong to Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu moved, and the sword realm turned into a sword and reached Ye Zhiqiu's hand.

"Hmm...... Quite heavy!"