Sword God

Qinglin City is one of the many cities under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect. There are three two-star forces and more than a dozen one-star forces. However, this is information from three years ago. Today, in the past three years, I don’t know if there have been any changes. .

The wall of Qinglin City is up to ten meters high, and only the practitioners in the later stage of foundation construction can show off their skills.

Under the tall city walls, the simple and heavy dark gates opened wide, and people came and went on the stone bridge over the moat.

Near the Qinglin City, Chen Zong's speed dropped sharply. When he stepped on the stone bridge, he walked with ordinary people.

White and handsome face, clear and deep eyes, and a Tsing Yi and a long sword at the waist, Qi Yuxuan, will make people's eyes bright and secretly admire, but did not let Chen Zong become the focus. After all, there are many cultivators in Qinglin City. It's not strange to be used to it.

Stepping into the gate without guards, walking on the broad gray paved street, the pedestrians are like flowing water, and there are various shops on both sides, so that Chen Zong is slightly trance. With the memory, Chen Zong goes to the Qijian Tower Walk in the direction.

Qijian Tower is one of the three major two-star forces in Qinglin City. It stands on three feet with the Mo Family and the Black Tiger Gang, and is full of prestige.

The Qijian Tower is located in the southeast of Qinglin City. There are six huge sword towers surrounding the first Jianlou. The site of the Qijian Tower is within ten miles.

With a glance of his eyes, Chen Zong locked one of the sword towers with white cloth strips on it, and strode forward. That was the seventh sword tower under the control of Chen Zhenghong.

...

"Adi, you can come back." The girl with the white towel and white cloth sackcloth had pale eyes and red tears on her pale face. She lifted the skirt and excitedly stepped on the small broken steps, and brought a burst of elegant fragrance.

Chen Zong's heart moved slightly, and a feeling of intimacy emerged spontaneously. This was due to the feeling brought about by Chen Qingzong's part of the soul, because the woman who flew in front of him was Chen Qingzong's sister Chen Qingyao.

"Sister, I'm back." Chen Zong just started to take a deep breath and whispered softly.

Chen Qingzong's soul is integrated into his own soul. To a certain extent, he is now Chen Qingzong.

"Adi, Dad he..." Sad to the heart, tears could not stop dripping like rain line.

"Sister, how did Dad die?" Chen Zong also felt sad, but restrained very well and asked instead.

Chen Qingzong just received a letter and learned that Chen Zhenghong had passed away, but did not understand the specific situation.

"Qingyao...Qingyao..." A quick cries quickly approached. Then, one of them rushed in. When he saw Chen Zong, he suddenly angered and rushed to the side. Angrily: "Who are you, go away."

Grabbing Chen Qingyao's arm, Chen Zong stepped forward, avoiding this palm.

"Stop, he is my brother." Chen Qingyao just reacted, sulking.

"Your brother..." The man came to take a look, and saw the slightly familiar face of the Tsing Yi teenager, first stunned, a shock and confusion flashed in the depths of his eyes, could not help saying: "You... you are Chen Qingzong... …You’re still...you’re back...just come back, your sister Qingyao tea doesn’t want to eat, and I don’t want to worry about her meals. I’m worried about her excessive sadness. You also know that your sister’s body is weak since childhood...”

"Well, Zhao Qixing, I have something to tell my brother, let's go." Chen Qingyao said coldly.

"Okay... I'll go now. I'll go to the Qinglin Restaurant to set up a table the other day, feast your brother, and remember to enjoy the face." Zhao Qixing said with a smile, turning back, turning around, with a smile on his face and no eyes. Icy and grim.

Looking at Zhao Qixing's disappearing back, Chen Zong withdrew his gaze, thoughtfully.

This Zhao Qixing is the only son of Zhao Zhongxing, the deacon of the seventh Jianlou. He is 18 years old this year, but his cultivation base is only a fivefold foundation. This age and this cultivation base are placed in the Qingyun Sect, which is completely at the bottom, but here Among the peers in Qinglin City, it is one of the best.

Chen Qingzong didn't know much about the father and son Zhao Zhongxing and Zhao Qixing. They only knew that they joined the Seventh Jianlou more than three years ago, and soon after, Chen Qingzong went to Qingyunzong.

Now it seems that there are some situations.

"Sister, tell me how my father died?" Chen Zong said again.

Chen Qingyao wiped away the tears and whispered.

Chen Zhenghong's cultivation practice is the mid-to-ninth period of foundation construction. He is superb in swordsmanship and is known as the first sword of Qinglin. His strength ranks third among the seven sword towers and can be ranked in the top ten in Qinglin City.

Five days ago, someone challenged because of the name Qinglin No.1 Sword. This was nothing. It had happened in the past, but in the end, Chen Zhenghong defeated each other and defended the honor.

But this time the challenger is the three-star power Tie Gangmen elder Shang Chonglei, who is still on top of Chen Zhenghong and building a nine-level peak for the foundation, but since it is a sword, Shang Chonglei will make it clear Cultivation is suppressed at the same level as Chen Zhenghong.

Shang Chonglei is known as the Iron Mountain Sword. A sword stands like an iron mountain in his hand.

Chen Zhenghong's swordsmanship is superb, and he just broke the defense of Tieshanjian. He compared the opponent to the swordsmanship. He was about to give in. When considering his face, the clinker became angry and broke out.

In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Zhenghong was only slightly higher than the other party, but the gap between cultivation and practice was obvious. Although he suddenly responded with a sword, Chen Zhenghong responded slowly, but still slowed down and was immediately hit by a sword.

Shang Chonglei did not stop, and took the opportunity to make up a sword, wounded and injured. Fortunately, the owner of the first Jianlou rushed to block Shang Chonglei in time, so that Chen Zhenghong did not die on the spot.

However, after returning to Qijian Tower, Chen Zhenghong was ultimately unable to heal because of his injuries.

"Originally, Dad didn't want to disturb your cultivation, until I couldn't hold it. Before I died, I asked you to come and tell you to come back." Chen Qingyao couldn't cry, and Chen Zong could only hug her gently and pat. Back comfort.

Since the establishment of Qijianlou, there is a rule that no matter which floor of the landlord dies, his descendants have priority to inherit. Only when he gives up or is not good enough will it be the other people in Tongjianlou.

Chen Zhenghong died, and Chen Qingzong was the first heir to the seventh Jianlou.

...

"Dad...Dad...The big thing is not good..." Zhao Qixing hurriedly pushed open the door and broke in, exclaiming.

"What a panic." The slow and powerful voice sounded: "Chen Zhenghong just died, what else can happen."

"Chen Qingzong...Chen Qingzong is not dead...He is back..." Zhao Qixing panic.

"What!" Zhao Zhongxing, with a beard on his face, took a big hand, and the tea in his hand turned into broken pieces: "Are you sure you read it right?"

"Yes, I just went to Chen Qingyao. Chen Qingyao also admitted that it was Chen Qingzong, not to mention his appearance." Zhao Qixing vowed.

Zhao Zhongxing's eyes became dark, his big hand fell on the back of the chair, and his fingers were gently tapping.

"Dad, don't the people who kill the building take the money but do nothing?" Zhao Qixing couldn't help talking again.

"No, the Black Kill House will not do such a thing that damages its own reputation." Zhao Zhongxing's eyes narrowed, and the sharp man sharply burst out: "In order to ensure foolproof, I paid three times the price to ask three Black Kill House to build the foundation. Jing Liuzhong's killer shot and intercepted. However, Chen Qingzong had just broken through to the sixth base of the foundation, and one-on-one was not necessarily the enemy of the Black Kill House killer, not to mention the three. This must have happened."

"Chen Qingzong is back alive now. He is the first heir to the seventh Jianlou. With his talents, he is expected to be in charge of the seventh Jianlou. At that time, the other six Jianlou masters will help him, and I have no chance." Zhao Zhongxing Constantly thinking, the light in his eyes vanishes: "In addition, Bai Hongjian left by Chen Zhenghong and Bai Hong's swordsmanship and everything else will be inherited by him."

"No, we must not let Chen Qingzong continue to live. Before he is assessed, he must be killed." Zhao Zhongxing said to himself: "Xing'er, remember to pretend that you don't know anything, everything is as usual, I go out one trip."

"Dad, where are you going?" Zhao Qixing asked.

"Heishalou did not complete the task, this is their responsibility, they must be responsible for it." Zhao Zhongxing said, the burly figure strode out the door.

...

"It's left by Dad." Chen Qingyao took out an off-white ring and handed it to Chen Zong. There were fine, feathery lines on the ring.

This is the precept.

Najie is just like the mustard bag or the virtual Mijie in Canglan World. It contains space and can store things, but of course it cannot store living things.

After dripping blood to recognize the Lord, Najie established contact with Chen Zong. When his thoughts moved, Chen Zong "see" everything in Najie.

A cubic meter of space, this is a pinnacle ring, which is not very precious, but it is not low in value. It is difficult for ordinary practitioners to build foundations to obtain, and Chen Qingzong does not have it now.

There are several things in a cubic meter space, a long sword, two books, a letter and two small wooden boxes and a small white jade box.

Several things were taken out by Chen Zong one by one.

The scabbard was gray and white, with flying birds on it, fluttering its wings, and when the sword was pulled out of the scabbard, a bright sword light flickered past. There was a plume of feathers on the bright sword, which looked more light.

It is natural to see from Chen Zong's eyesight that this is a carefully crafted sword. It is the Bai Hongjian used by Chen Zhenghong, but it was made by Chen Zhenghong who paid a lot of money to invite others to cast it. It is an ordinary high-grade sword, regardless of hardness or sharpness. All above the blue sword.

There is a big gap between Zongmen cultivators and non-Zongmen cultivators. From weapons to exercises to martial arts, there is a significant gap. Even weapons of ordinary grade can sell for a large price. Not to mention the top grade.

Putting away the sword, Chen Zong looked at two books, one was Baiwu Gong, and the other was Chen Zhenghong's famous swordsmanship.

Then, Chen Zong took out two small wooden boxes and opened the first one, which was gleaming with gold.

The first little wooden box was lined with gold leaves neatly. Each gold leaf weighed one or two. There were a total of one hundred pieces, exactly one hundred two. Chen Qingyao on one side couldn't help but cover his mouth to take in the air.

Hundred and two golds, this is a very amazing wealth. Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged. He opened the second bite at once, and suddenly there was a trace of pure breath fluctuations.

This small wooden box is not filled with real gold and silver, but three stones cut in a box of a uniform size, white, with many gray markings, naturally formed.

Searching memory, Chen Zong knew that this was Yuan Shi.