Chapter 339 You can use this sword four times
"Is this the Zhiyang Sect?"
Ye Xingzhou's voice was trembling uncontrollably.
Not afraid.
It is a heaviness that cannot be replicated, a heroism that cannot be borne, and an emotion that is completely released from the inside out.
The mountain is empty, and yet the mountain is full of people.
Even if the red clothes are soaked in blood, even if the clothes are torn, even if the body is covered with scars.
This group of people.
This group of disciples of Zhiyang Sect.
Guarding the sword, buried here.
It is a sword tomb and also the resting place of the dead souls.
"Zhiyang Sect?"
Chengyi tilted his head.
"The dead do not ask about the affairs of the living."
"Maybe, maybe not."
"However." The tailor took off the token from his waist and compared it.
"We all wear a token like this, so this might be the Zhiyang Sect."
Memories of life, at the moment of death, drift away like dandelions.
As you feel the sunshine for the last time, you look back on your past life and approach the end of your life.
"Zhiyang Sect, I forgot."
“We only remember each other’s names.”
"There are still a few missions left, stay here."
Guarding this place of death covered with green grass.
Ye Xingzhou's mood was full of ups and downs.
The predecessor of the Sword Tomb was the Zhiyang Sect.
"Little Taoist friend, why are you here?"
The tailor poked Ye Xingzhou's side, but his fingers went straight through his flesh.
This little girl actually called Ye Xingzhou "little Taoist friend".
It doesn't make sense, but the tailor is dead.
He died at the age of eight or nine, so he maintained the appearance of an eighty-nine-year-old. As a ghost, it is unknown how long he has existed.
Ye Xingzhou bowed politely and said, "Junior Ye Xingzhou, the fourth disciple of Immortal Venerable Wujian of Yantian Sect's Lingjian Peak. I have come here to seek opportunities under the guidance of the sect elders."
"Opportunity?" Cheng Yi scratched his head in confusion. "If you want to retrieve the sword, you should go to the sword tomb. Why did your soul leave your body and come to this place of the dead? What kind of opportunity can there be here?"
"You don't know how to take the sword? It's very simple. I can teach you. Go to the snowy land and hone your skills with the sword. If there is a destiny, the sword will find you—"
Before the main word was uttered, Ye Xingzhou was holding a cute but ugly little snowman in his hand.
"You..." Cheng Yi was stunned, "Did you make this snowman?"
Ye Xingzhou nodded, "It's me."
"Little Taoist friend, wait a moment!"
The tailor turned around and jumped into the grave as if he had heard shocking news.
Then, as far as Ye Xingzhou could see, a little snowman appeared on every grave.
Blue sky, warm sun, green land, graves, snowmen.
Every dead soul keeps the snowman he made.
"You actually made this." Cheng Yi's face showed a childlike joy. "We can't even see snow here."
"Only when you enter the sword and become a sword spirit can you feel the wind and snow outside."
"But, after becoming a sword spirit, I feel bored looking at the snow all day long."
"Now I remember, you were the first monk to invite us to play snowballs, and you even polished our swords and made snowmen for us."
Cheng Yi stood on tiptoe and gave Ye Xingzhou a hug, but his body passed through the crowd.
"You haven't been here for a long time. I thought you forgot about us."
Ye Xingzhou squatted down and looked at Cheng Yi at eye level. "I haven't forgotten, and I won't forget."
"Do you remember Mei Xuanying? Or Gui Xinlan, Yue Qianpan..."
"Ready-made clothes." A voice interrupted Ye Xingzhou's question.
"Uncle Xiangning, Chengyi hasn't spoken to outsiders for a long time."
The ghost did not respond.
Chengyi looked at Ye Xingzhou, shook his head apologetically, and walked back with his head down.
The ghost called "Master Uncle" by Chengyi was a beauty with a cold face, eyes like ice, and no expression of joy or anger.
If you ignore the huge hole in the chest, the visual effect will be much better.
Xiang Ning drove Cheng Yi back, and then she looked at Ye Xingzhou with cold eyes, neither friendly nor hostile.
"If you don't go back now, your body will freeze to death in Wangchuan Cliff."
Ye Xingzhou noticed that Xiang Ning said it was Wangchuan Cliff, not Fengxuedi.
Xiangning might know more.
"Senior, I was entrusted by Elder Xuan to come here to seek opportunities."
"Bumie has grown up."
Xiangning suddenly stopped and then returned to normal.
Her voice was still as heavy as the wind and snow. "What does becoming an immortal have to do with me, and what does it have to do with you?"
Xiangning knew, but she didn't want to say it.
Ye Xingzhou stepped forward quickly, "Senior Xiangning, what if I say I hold the wind?"
Elder Xuan asked him to bring the apprenticeship gift with him, but he might have known that he would get stuck at Xiang Ning.
Xiang Ning looked back, her eyes as cold as water, "a moment."
"I will protect your body for a moment."
"Climb over this hill, on the other side of the river, you'll find the answer you seek."
"If you haven't found it by the end of the hour, I will forcibly send you out."
Ye Xingzhou: "Okay, thank you for your guidance, senior."
Ye Xingzhou stepped onto the grass without hesitation.
Xiang Ning stared at Ye Xingzhou's departing back, her eyes dark and silent.
It finally came.
This hill is relatively gentle, and it is very convenient to walk on as long as you avoid the graves.
But as soon as he took a step, the grass wrapped around his feet. Why?
It wasn't a drag into the abyss, but an obstruction. The grass was preventing him from reaching the other side of the mountain.
Take a step forward, stop a step forward.
If you want to climb over this hill, it will definitely take more than a minute to walk.
Ye Xingzhou turned around and walked back.
"Since you want to give up, I'll send you out." Xiang Ningyan.
Ye Xingzhou shook his head, "Senior Xiangning, you know right?"
Xiangning's indifference was not aggressive, it was just a barrier, just like the grass blocked him.
Just looking for an excuse to send Ye Xingzhou out.
Xiang Ning was silent for a moment, "Protect yourself, isn't it good?"
Ye Xingzhou asked in return, "Senior Xiang Ning, what about you? You chose to protect yourself, so why did you die?"
To cultivate Taoism and establish a good mind is to serve the people and create vitality for them, so that one can die without regrets.
This time, Ye Xingzhou chose the same path again.
Xiangning sighed deeply.
"You can use this sword four times."
"One sword, breaking the mountain."
"One sword, stirring up the tide."
"One sword, split the realm."
"One sword, open the way."
"When the time comes, you will know how to use it."
The sound rises like the wind, and the sigh recedes like the tide.
Xiang Ning asked, "Are there any more doubts?"
"Yes." Ye Xingzhou said, "Senior, do you know where the Immortal came from?"
"Heaven sends down punishment, destroying Zhou Sheng."
That is, the immortality that comes down from the false heaven.
"Your body is about to freeze solid," Xiangning warned.
Ye Xingzhou quickly asked the last question.
"Senior, what are those four formations, those four sacrificial formations?"
"You already have the answer within you."
Countless dead souls waved goodbye to Ye Xingzhou.
Sound isolation.
The spirit returns to its place.
Covered in ice and snow, his weak breathing gradually eased.
The heat dispels the cold, and the cave blocks the wind and snow.
It's warmer.
wrong.
Where does the fire come from in the ice and snow?
Before he could think about Xiang Ning's words, Ye Xingzhou suddenly opened his eyes.
Facing a red mask of crying and laughing, with eyes curved with smiles.
The right protector held up his face, and played with Ye Xingzhou's hair with his fingertips with great interest.
"Finally woke up."
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