Legend of the Great Saint

The long sword lay on the marble table in the small courtyard, the western sun burned the sea of clouds into a sea of summer, reflected on the narrow blade, the ordinary long sword suddenly added a glorious glory.

Yu Zijian squinted his eyes and squatted beside the stone table, looking straight at the sword.

The sword is silent. It won't move.

Psst ~

Yu Zijian stood up violently, and the sound seemed clear on the ear, as if it had come from the bottom of her heart. She stood up, separated the door, and walked into the trail of green grass.

She was confused, as if she were in a dream, forced to do it, as if something in her heart was calling for her.

The trail was curved a few times before it was unmistakable. It appeared in front of it, but it was a fragmented wall, as if it were the ruins of an ancient city.

The stone columns that support the palace lie in the desert grass. The palace has long fallen and the statues have been corroded by the wind and rain, but the glory of the past is still rare.

Is there such a place on Aotesan Hill?

Yu Zijian raised a slight doubt in his heart and instantly forgot.

The sunset brightens the ruins, and even those who are nasty and vulgar can't help but sigh.

Walking amongst the ruins that are about to be submerged in green grass, she creates a feeling of return, like a princess in exile, this is her homeland.

Turning around the vine-wrapped white stone corridor, she suddenly stopped.

A small pond sits in a green tree ring, reflecting the western glow on the water and dyeing a brilliant colour.

A man in green sat on a round stone by the pond with his legs, his young, thin face squeaking, and there was a kind of sand fall on the elderly who had read the world. It's like a lonely king sitting on his own collapsed throne, and he's constantly rehearsing the glory of the past, feeling the depravity of this morning.

He was fishing, not with a fishing rod, but with a long sword, and he held the handle of a sword in his hands, and the first-line silk fell vertically from the top of the sheath, not into the mirrored pool water.

Yu Zijian did not look at this view, he did not look at this man, just looked at this sword, as if he was obsessed, without a reason, surely in his heart, it was from this sword that he heard the wonderful long song.

“Have you ever seen this sword?” The man in green turned his face and looked at her, revealing a little surprise.

Yu Zijian was suddenly awakened from his dream. He looked around and almost asked himself why he was here. His face was tranced for a while: “I haven't seen it, you are not a disciple of Qingdong Mountain! ”

From a closer look, although he was also in green clothes, he was very different from the servants of Qingdong Mountain and looked very obsolete, just like the sword in his hand.

"'No, you are, aren't you? ”

Yu Zijian said: “Neither am I. You must be a guest invited to the mountain. No fishing on the mountain! ”

“Why do you care if you're not a disciple of Aotesan? ”

“I... Never mind, you go fishing, I'm going back, I won't bother you fishing.” The lonely male widow is here, some not very suitable, but her eyes are not separated from the sword, the familiar feeling, as if she had seen the bull warrior.

"'Would you like to see it? ”

“Is that okay?" Yu Zijian's voice went down, and the sword fell into her hand, and the strand of blue wire automatically entered the sheath.

The sheath is inky, half because of its own colour and the other half because of the years of deposition, the material is like jade and like wood, it has a beautiful engraving on it, it seems to be a city side shadow, but it is broken.

“What's the name of this sword? ”

“Ruins. ”

Psst ~

Yu Zijian grabbed the handle of the sword and pulled the sword out with his reverse hand. The familiar song sounded in his ear for a long time. There is not a single glimmer of light, but the blade of light is as if it were reverting to Changhong Fall Water.

“Good sword! ”

The expression of the man in green is even more surprising and shocking than when he saw the Yu Zijian just now.

“I'm done. I should go.” Yu Zijian returned the sword to the sheath and threw it back to the man in green.

The man in green stood up and said, "Can you wait here? ”

By this time, the sky has begun to converge.

“No, I have work to do.” Yu Zijian jumped away. Who are you? You want me to wait for you. What a weirdo!

“What's your name? ”

“My name is Yu Zijian.” Yu Zijie did not return.

“I... my name is Fu Qingyu.” Yu Zijian has emerged from the ruins, entered the dense forest, disappeared, and Fu Qing's voice dropped as if he was talking to himself.

He can walk in and out of the ruins and pull out the ruins sword. The captain is right...

The first star was bright in the sky, and his eyes were as bright as the stars.

The surrounding view suddenly twisted like a mirage and disappeared, only the pond was still there, reflecting the black shade surrounding it.

Pai Qing gazed across the heavy woods and looked to the top of the mountain palace.

There is only one lone lamp in the darkened palace, illuminating the square area. Three mountain elderly people, sitting beside the lone lamp, remember the warning praised by the flowers, do not dare to separate, lest they be broken by each other.

Outside the hall, the disciples were waiting, not to help, but to praise the flowers as soon as they heard the movement.

When the light flashed, the elderly people of Sanshan suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment had changed and that they were in a rubble with endless night sky and stars.

“When!” The old golden chicken was horrified.

“The three of you waited here to save me a lot of trouble. ”

A voice came from behind, the three of them turned at the same time, only a man in green came down from a tall step, young and old, lonely and noble.

"“ You... you are! ”

“Tell you what, the flower lord told you!” Fu Qingqing calmly said, even explaining the reason seems tired.

The three of them stand in a triangle, although they have been old opponents for many years, working together and seamlessly.

“I am not here for Sanshan Jiye, nor am I here to win. ”

The elderly people of Sansan Mountain relieved themselves almost simultaneously.

“But don't worry, I won't hurt you. ”

The elderly man in Sanshan had no time to feel angry. The fluorescent sword light, turned into wire, flew away.

A moment later, the elderly people of Miyama stepped out of the palace and the gate closed tightly behind them.

“Master, do you want to keep it? ”

“No need, go down.” The old man Qingfu had a bit of a tired path,

The three of them exchanged their eyes. There still seemed to be some unfulfilled fears, and there was a little bit of a sudden. No wonder Hana praised him for notifying himself. The person's task was...

The Hidden Sword Palace is truly as decisive as the legend says. But if this were to happen, the world would be in jeopardy, not alarmist.

““ Go back and rest, gentlemen, and get ready, "said Qingfu. The Dictionary of Medicine is about to begin. ”

……

Deep heavenly pits, like a giant, empty eye, look into the sky.

Nearly a thousand eyes, looking back at this giant eye, filled with excitement, desire and fear.

The cold wind whistled and people couldn't hold their voices down, and everyone was talking.

Then suddenly they calmed down, and the elderly men of the three mountains came to the heavenly pit under the crowd.

The Qingfu elderly took the lead and started the formation method. Everyone seemed to see, a piece of optical film scattered.

The old golden chicken had a glowing golden glow in his hand, and the snow in the pit smiled quickly. It reveals a dozen pitch-black holes underneath, which are the entrance to the Pharmacopoeia and lead all over the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air and instantly cover the wind.

Old Qingfu cleared his voice: “All the Taoists gathered here to go to Sanshan Pharmaceutical Festival. The old man and the two Taoists of Golden Chicken's Tomb were honored...”

A dozen hawk wolf guards headed by Wu Gong traveled between the dispersions, constantly measuring the people beside them, as if to avoid someone taking the opportunity to mix into the grand pageant.

And the disciples of the three mountains, divided into three groups, stood behind their own doors, and then freely formed into a small group.

Because of the success of the previous Pharmacopoeia, the disciples of Sanshan almost all set out, it is impossible to mix hundreds of refinery gas forward, to underground encounter a fork, will naturally separate.

Yu Zijian probed her head and suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder gently. She turned her head and was surprised. “Cheng, what are you doing here? ”

Hana Seong revealed the cat in her body: "Shh! Don't be so loud. Be careful what my brother hears. I can't feel comfortable with you. I'll come down with you and take a look. ”

Mo Zhizhong suddenly shouted: “Miss Hua, you are not our disciple of Qingdong Mountain. Please do not stand with us. If you want to participate in the grand ceremony, you can go to the scattered team there! ”

Everyone looked at it together, and Hana revealed his anger pointing to Mu Zhicheng: “You...” suddenly felt tight on the neck, turning back to just Hana praised, scolding him: “Don't be ridiculous!” He took the flower and walked away, turning his head to Yu Zijian: “Good luck. ”

Hana Seung Dew shouted, “Purple Sword, be careful! ”

"Don't worry, Purple Sword, I will protect you. ”

Yu Zijian was about to speak. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure standing in the crowd. It was the man in green clothes who was fishing by the pond. He changed his clothes on Qingfushan Mountain. The smell revealed was four layers of gas refining.

One person stood there and did not talk to anyone around him. Somehow, others felt as if they hadn't noticed him. He felt the eyes of Yu Zijian and turned his head and smiled.

Yu Zijian asked strangely: "Brother Mo, when did Qingfushan have a new disciple? ”

“What new disciple?” Mu Zhizhong looked over with the eyes of Yu Zijian. A blue coat floated and Fu's figure disappeared.

Yu Zijian touched his head: “How strange! ”

At this time, the speech of the Qingdong elderly man ended. The Sanshan elderly man exchanged his eyes and nodded at the same time. He never glanced at Fu Qingdong, let alone revealed a slightly different divine color.

Always in the crowd, distant attention to the flowers of their facial expressions praised, slightly relieved.

The old man from Sanshan said at the same time: "The Sanshan Drug Collection Festival has officially begun!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)