Chapter 79

Above the pool, cold air spread.

Lin Yun lay at the bottom of the pool, with long swords immersed all over his body.

Unable to move, unable to speak, or even unable to open his mouth.

The cold air covered his vision, making him invisible, and he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Bang!

A violent sound entered Lin Yun’s ears, and the debris flew horizontally. It should be someone who directly kicked the door to pieces.

“Uncle Wang, do you know this old guy? Why do you have to come here? The old guy is just a trash in the Azure Cloud Sect. He has always been in this broken place and rarely goes out.”

It’s Wang Ning’s voice!

Lin Yun was startled, and heard this voice, it was Wang Ning who Su Ziyao had made herself be careful.

“Haha, don’t just know… the scar on my face is what he left. It’s just that I haven’t seen it for so many years, but I didn’t expect that it has become such a wasteful look! Old monster Hong, do you still recognize me? ”

Another negative voice sounded, gritted his teeth, the words seemed to have old grievances with Wang Lao.

“The Wang family’s old dog, I can smell the feces on my body even when it turns to dust.” Old Hong said indifferently, and the words seemed quite calm.

“The mouth is still as hard as ever! Nephew, you have been lurking in this Azure Cloud Sect for three years, and you haven’t found what Qingyun Patriarch took away. Maybe it’s on this old guy.”

“really?”

“not good……”

Hearing an exclamation, the old man hurried to the old man Hong.

Below the cold pond, Lin Yun couldn’t hear the follow-up…He was extremely anxious.

After a while, there was another sound.

“This old guy is really ruthless, he is self-menopausal!”

“Nothing at all!”

Wang Ning kicked Hong Lao violently, but Hong Lao didn’t react like a dead person.

Lin Yun shook his heart, feeling a bad feeling.

“Damn it, I finally waited until the Four Sects Grand Contest, my eyes and ears were all gone. I almost turned the Pozong Sect upside down, and in the end I didn’t find anything. I wasted my three years of time here!”

Bang!

Wang Ning banged his fist against the wall, and said in a gloomy tone.

“Young master, forget it, maybe the things that Patriarch Qingyun brought out are not in Qingyunzong at all. You have been quiet in this place for three years, and it’s not all bad things, at least stay away from disputes, and have less family troubles. Let’s go.”

“Uncle Wang, help me kill someone before leaving!”

Wang Ning’s tone suddenly became extremely firm, and said coldly.

“No, you have to leave after today, otherwise you will be expelled from the family if you fail to catch up with the coming-of-age ceremony.”

“If you don’t kill the sword slave, it’s hard to stop the tone in my heart!”

After a moment of silence, the old man said: “Before sunset, if you can find me to do it. If you can’t find it, you must go back with me, a sword slave, there is no need to delay your future.”

“good!”

In the pool, Lin Yun’s consciousness gradually blurred, and then fell asleep.

By the time he woke up, it was already two days later.

thump!

Lin Yun emerged from the water and took a long breath, feeling his head humming.

I don’t know how long I stayed in the bottom of the water, relying solely on internal breath, I woke up dizzy at the moment.

“Old Hong!”

Lin Yun’s face changed slightly, and he rose into the air, seeing the body of Hong Lao lying on the ground at a glance.

Old Hong’s face was peaceful, without pain, his vitality had long since faded.

“hateful!”

Neihong of Qingyun Zong is regarded as him, one of the few relatives and friends, who took good care of the original owner.

Even before he died, he was saved.

“Wang Ning, I must kill you!”

He regretted a bit now, and did not take Su Ziyao’s message before leaving in his heart.

Su Ziyao stayed a long time ago, be careful of Wang Ning, there will be some words in the future.

But he only regarded Wang Ning as an unconvincing disciple of the inner sect, and he did not expect that he actually came from a big family in Qingyunzong for three years.

Ninety-nine percent of people can’t do it with this tolerance alone.

There were obvious traces of being raided in Old Hong’s body, and the entire Xijian Pavilion was also searched over. Wang Ning seemed to be looking for something again.

Could it be the painting that Mr. Hong gave himself?

Lin Yun didn’t have time to think about it. He picked up Old Hong’s body and walked towards Qingyunhoushan.

In a remote jungle ten miles away from Qingyun Peak, there was an empty grave, which was dug by Old Hong himself.

Two years ago, Old Hong brought Lin Yun once, and said that if he died, he would be buried here.

Lin Yun would only be when Mr. Hong was joking.

Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty tomb and slowly put down Old Hong’s body.

With a long sigh, Lin Yun began to dig the grave.

After dredging with bare hands for a long time, I saw the exposed coffin, jumped down and opened the coffin with a sway.

In addition to a few iron nails, there was a letter in the coffin.

Lin Yun thoughtfully opened the envelope.

“Little guy, when you read this letter, I must be dead. No matter how I die, don’t be too sad. You may not think that Mr. Hong, I have lived for hundreds of years, and you belong to Qingyun Sect. The founding fathers are in the same era…”

Seeing this, Lin Yun looked slightly surprised.

The Azure Cloud Sect has existed for more than three hundred years, which means that Mr. Hong is at least three hundred years old?

“Back then, your Qingyun ancestor, after establishing his foundation, traveled around the world. I was fortunate to know him, and after a few deep friendships, I became a close friend. Thirty years ago, I was bold with him and decided to take a risk and go to the tomb of the Southern Emperor.”

“Everyone in Nandi’s tomb was dead for nine years. I walked out with a wound, and his vitality was almost broken when he came out. He and I brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword…”

“Before dying, your Qingyun ancestor asked me to give the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So he traveled through mountains and rivers, came to the Qingyun Sect of Tianshui Country, and handed the sword to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants are ordinary and unqualified. I haven’t seen the origin of this sword. It’s just a grass and wood sword that has lost its aura, and I don’t know where it was thrown.”

“I was seriously injured at that time, and I was thinking about living in Qingyun, and by the way, I understood the secret of the painting. It is a pity… the Southern Emperor is the Southern Emperor after all, and he and I shouldn’t move the Southern Emperor’s curtain arbitrarily.”

“After ten years of comprehension, I finally felt a trace of mystery in the painting. What I could see was the endless Huangquan evil spirits rushing toward my face, and at the same time the sword light killed the evil spirits, it also ruined my martial soul. At that time , I know that my fate will be soon…”

Lin Yun looked at this place, with doubts on his face and a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

Why is the picture Hong Lao sees different from what he sees.

He also saw the glimmer of sword light, but he was not injured, and the evil ghost of Huangquan mentioned by Hong Lao was even without a trace.

Rose Flower Roll is really misty.

When you think that your comprehension is about the same, you realize that it is just the tip of the iceberg.

Looking at the burial sword on the ground, Lin Yun thoughtfully, was this sword that Patriarch Qingyun took from the Southern Emperor’s curtain?

Fate is really magic…

Back then, the two risked death, and the sacred objects taken from the tomb of the Southern Emperor were tossed and turned into Lin Yun’s hands.

Continue to read, Hong Lao did not exhort Lin Yun too much, telling him not to delve into Rose’s scroll.

Perhaps in the eyes of Old Man Hong, with Lin Yun’s realm, he would never be able to comprehend the mystery.

If you don’t understand, you won’t get hurt.

I specifically urged not to worry too much about Su Ziyao.

After reading the letter, Lin Yun had mixed feelings, and Hong Lao had indeed been bearish on his own death for a long time.

For the adventures of the year, it was mixed with regret.

Nandi…Who would this Nandi be?

Lin Yun couldn’t help being curious, but unfortunately, the letter didn’t explain it in detail, so he must be a great figure.

After collecting the letters, Lin Yun put Hong Lao’s body in the coffin.

After carefully sorting out the remains, the coffin was covered and sealed with iron nails.

After a while.

Looking at the reclosed tomb, Lin Yun knelt and bowed his head three times.

When Lin Yun returned to the sect, it was sunset and the afterglow was thick.

He asked someone to find out, only to know that two days had passed.

Wang Ning was nowhere to be found. Someone told him that Wang Ning had looked for him everywhere two days ago. No one in the entire sect knows where Wang Ning has gone, as if the world has evaporated.

“I will find you!”

There was a murderous flash in Lin Yun’s eyes, and he made an absolute promise to himself.

Inside the wooden house, the white flowers in front of the table are already in full bloom.

For half a month, under the watering of Yin Ling Jue, the white residual flowers in the pot have been blooming like blood.

The fragrance is tangy, delicate and beautiful.

Take out the ancient sword box in the storage ring, and the moment it opened, a cold air rushed to his face.

Without a word, Lin Yun plucked the petals off and spread the sword box.

When the layers were covered and the fragrance of flowers was already refreshing, he solemnly put the burial foil in.

The sword in the tomb of the Southern Emperor, in Lin Yun’s hands, just showed its glory.

It is far from comparable, the glory of the year.

Fortunately, Lin Yun already knows how to maintain this sword, as long as it is cultivated with the fragrance of flowers, it will regain its glory sooner or later.

The Yin Ling Jue and the Ancient Sword Box were bought for the present.

Closing the sword case, Lin Yun whispered softly: “It’s time to leave.”

Since the Four Great Contests, Lin Yun’s heart has always had the urge to leave.

Fortunately, he calmly suppressed it and spent half a month digesting the fighting experience of the four big competitions.

Now that Old Hong is dead, he has no worries in Qingyun.

Whether it is to find Su Ziyao or avenge Hong Lao, he should go.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yun still chose not to see the lord.

Just leave a letter and leave without saying goodbye.

After simply expressing his thoughts, Lin Yun wrote the letter and put it on the table.

“Good weight!”

The back of the sword box was slightly heavy, but fortunately, Lin Yun was still healthy.

The foundation laid by the blood-changing pill and the heart-nourishing pill, coupled with the continuous nourishment of the Linglong Qiqiao Pill.

Let him rely on the strength of his physical body to carry it easily, a heavy sword box that had to be carried by several people that day.

Dressed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Lin Yun went down the mountain silently by himself.

After leaving the mountain gate, he looked back at Qingyun with a soft light in his eyes.

Look at it again, you can only remember it in your dreams in the future.

When he turned and took a step, a voice stopped him.

“Junior Brother Lin, stay!”

Looking back, I saw Young Sect Master Bai Yufan, with a smile on his face, walking towards him with a violent blood dragon horse.

“Little Red!”

Lin Yun looked surprised at the moment he saw the blood dragon horse. After a battle with Ma Tian that day, he fell into a coma.

I haven’t seen this blood dragon horse, thinking it’s too wild temperament and ran away long ago.

Unexpectedly, he had always been raised in Qingyunzong.