"Cut~~" The Ouyang Pavilion Lord and the Sun Pavilion Master flicked their sleeves and left, the Dragon Pavilion Lord laughed like a fool with a big mouth, these two old things are still comparable to him.

"Good boy, know you can make the right choice. The Dragon Pavilion Lord patted the ghost and cried vigorously.

Ghost Cry shrugged his shoulders, moved his muscles and bones that had been beaten with pain, and then watched the Dragon Pavilion Lord's performance silently.

In fact, both the Demon Slaying Pavilion and the Immortal Sword Pavilion were in his range of choices. However, among the three pavilion masters, the Dragon Pavilion Lord was the ugliest, fierce and ugly, so he chose him. For this reason, he won't say anything about killing ghosts and crying, and he's not stupid.

The Dragon Pavilion Lord personally led the way, and soon, they came to the Qingfeng Sword Cave under the Qingfeng Cliff to send Qingfeng home.

In the Qingfeng Sword Cave, the Shushan disciples who were called the sword servants were extremely enthusiastic, and in the greeting of everyone, Qingfeng returned to his place.

It was like a jubilant erha, flying around in the sword cave, rolling up the skirt of the female disciple, rushing into the bathhouse of the male disciple, and rushing out in the mist, sweeping away the clothes that the female disciple was drying.

The swordsmen were happy and distressed at the same time, and sure enough, it was still the rumored breeze in the waves, but the consequences caused by the breeze were all up to them.

Soon, the Dragon Pavilion Lord came to the foot of the Sword Cliff with the ghost cry, which was densely covered with sword marks, which were the marks left by each generation of Sword Pavilion disciples.

The dense sword marks have a different charm, although there are some similarities with the stone path in the White Dragon Valley, but they are completely different.

"Let's make a move!" The Dragon Pavilion Lord woke up the ghost crying who was in a trance, and said to the ghost with a smile: "When you come here, you have to leave something behind." ”

The ghost cried and nodded, and the bell swayed.

At first melodious, then it became rapid. As the bell rang he stepped forward, the bell became louder and louder, and finally the surroundings became extremely heavy, and even the wind that had blown just now disappeared without a trace, and there was silence.

Brush ~~Brush ~~

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, and with a "choking" sound, the long knife was unsheathed.

Finally, hold the knife in both hands and slash forward.

The knife is not fast, nor slow, this cut is like a ritual, the rules are solemn, and there is a mysterious beauty.

The edge of the knife grazed the black iron cliff, and a string of sparks splashed, leaving a fresh mark.

The ghost cried and put the knife back into the sheath, and the dragon pavilion master noticed the big mouth that handed the scabbard to the ghost cry, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to have a cloak that has become a fine silk." ”

Big Mouth raised his head violently and looked at the Dragon Pavilion Lord, who closed his eyes and sniffed: "There is a smell of snakes, you used to follow a snake spirit?"

The big mouth nodded again and again, obviously without a face or eyes, but it clearly showed the joy of seeing a confidant, unlike the ghosts crying for them, and always thought that they were a trouser belt.

The shawl and the belt of the trousers, although they look very similar, have completely different functions. The belt of trousers is tightened at the waist, and the shawl is generally used on women's bodies on weekdays, which is the fluttering ribbon that passes through the back waist and is put on the arms, which is an ornament.

It's a small episode that makes Devil May Cry know that Big Mouth is a shawl, not a belt of trousers. However, it still doesn't work. After all, since Big Mouth suddenly gained spiritual consciousness one day, and then ran down from the drying rack by himself, and after decades of crawling, he has long lost the temperament of a shawl, and it looks like a trouser belt.

In the middle of seven rounds and eight rounds, Ghost Cry and the Dragon Pavilion Lord came to the Sword Washing Pool, which is very important for the disciples of Shushan, because the practice of "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword", the Sword Washing Pool is indispensable.

The sword washing pool in Shushan, because of the perennial sword washing, has accumulated thousands of years, and has already undergone an incredible transformation. The first time you come here to wash your sword, your weapon will change incredibly. Once in a while, your weapon may undergo further metamorphosis over time.

At the same time, the sword washing pool washes not only the sword, but also the heart, and often comes to wash the sword, which helps to resist the demons in the heart.

Passing through the arch composed of two strange stones, as soon as I stepped into the sword washing pool, I felt a chill rushing towards my bones.

Beneath his feet was the hoarfrost all over the ground. The sword washing pool is still clear and not frozen.

Three zhang away, a graceful woman knelt on the edge of the pool, leaned down, and carefully cleaned the ice sword in her hand. Yes, it's the Ice Sword, a sword composed entirely of ice.

Seeing this woman, the ghost cried for a while, he seemed to see Nangong Woman, their temperament was so similar.

The woman's face was white, and there was a chill that made her heart feel cold. A waterfall of black hair covered his face, revealing white skin and slender ten fingers, holding up the cold pool water, gently sprinkled on the sword body, stroking and bouncing on it. The sword let out a cheerful whisper, making people want to step forward to replace it.

It's just a pity that the chest is too flat, but the thin waist is so thrilling that it completely makes up for the regret on the chest.

What a men's ice beauty, the ghost cries and sighs in her heart.

"This is the Nine Shadows Sword Master. The Dragon Pavilion Lord's voice sounded in Ghost Cry's ears, and then he issued a warning: "Listen to me, don't think anything wrong about him. ”

"Dragon Pavilion Lord, are you talking bad about me again?" At this time, the Nine Shadows Sword Lord raised his head, and the ghost cry realized that this ice beauty was so thrillingly beautiful, and the ghost cry thought in his mind, and found that even Xiaoqing was slightly inferior to her, and the ghost cry estimated that only the white lady who had not yet met could be comparable to him.

Her voice is also so beautiful, the cold voice is neither male nor female, as if coming from the sky, as if gushing out of the ground, far away and deep, making people yearn for and fear.

When the Dragon Pavilion Lord heard her voice, he shook his whole body and smiled awkwardly.

Jiuyou didn't mean to embarrass him, and turned his gaze to the ghost cry: "Newcomer?"

The ghost cries and nods and arches his hand: "The ghost is crying." ”

"Nine Shades. As she spoke, she stood up, and the ice sword in her hand dissipated.

"Good knife, she loves you very much, don't let her down. ”

They passed by, and the icy fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose.

Ghost Cry looked at the Dragon Pavilion Lord: "The Sword Master also needs to wash the sword?"

The Dragon Pavilion Lord shook his head: "The fairy sword doesn't need to be washed, and the sword master will never go mad, so he doesn't need to wash it, he is just used to coming here." ”

"You ......" said the Dragon Pavilion Lord shook his head again and patted Ghost Crying on the shoulder: "Don't think about him uncontrollably, in the future, you will understand." ”

His voice was meaningful, but the ghost cried but nodded, "I understand." ”

He recalled Jiuyou's figure, he was obviously sweet, but his every move was not like a woman, and he listened to the meaningful words of the Dragon Pavilion Lord, and said, "She doesn't like men. ”

The Dragon Pavilion Lord was stunned, and then said, "You're right to think so!"

Ghost Cry gave up becoming a sword master, and he didn't choose to become a sword attendant of a certain fairy sword, so he couldn't live in the sword cave, but lived in the sword tower.

Passing through the sword training ground, more than a dozen Shushan disciples each concentrated on practicing the sword, immersed in the world of swords, and ignored everything outside, even if the Dragon Pavilion Lord passed by, they did not stop to salute.

When he arrived at the Sword Tower, a middle-aged man greeted him, with a big beard on his face and sharp eyes, just like a young version of the Dragon Pavilion Lord.

He came quickly and stopped in front of the Dragon Pavilion Lord: "I've seen the master." ”

"Hmm. The Dragon Pavilion Lord nodded and introduced, "This is Elder Jianlou, you call him Elder Zhou." This good boy is a ghost crying, and now he is a disciple of the Sword Tower. ”