Chapter 965: The Place Where the Sword is Buried
What they didn't expect was that their ancestor burst into laughter after hearing such an urgent matter.
"Ancestor, what are you laughing at?"
Qin Zhiyu looked anxious, and even said with a bit of blame: "We are in deep danger. In order to keep us alive, my elder brother took the risk himself. You are not anxious at all, why are you still laughing here?"
It's no wonder that Qin Zhiyu is so anxious at this moment.
In the four-sided formation box, they almost counted on time.
In addition, it was Qin Lan who helped them to unlock the seal at this moment, so in their opinion, Qin Nan was likely to be in danger.
"Hahaha."
Seeing Qin Zhiyu's look, Qin Lan laughed even louder, and then said: "Don't worry about your elder brother, your elder brother is fine."
"What?"
Qin Zhiyu shouted in surprise: "Ancestor, are you serious about what you say? Is elder brother really okay?"
"More than okay, that kid is going to become a saint soon." Qin Lan's voice was a little sour when he said this, "and he's a saint whose heaven and earth phenomena are more powerful than mine."
"What, saint?"
"Ancestor, are you right?"
Qin Zhiyu and his people showed disbelief on their faces. They couldn't understand why Qin Nan was not only okay, but also became a saint.
"Because the young man surnamed Yi you met is none other than the benefactor of our Qin family, the senior who led our Qin family to glory!" Qin Lan explained solemnly.
"What?"
This explosive news fell, like a thunder in everyone's mind.
In their minds,
they couldn't help but think of the young man in white who came leisurely on a snail.
"He...he is actually that senior?!"
Qin Zhiyu's pretty face was dull, and she never thought that Yi Feng was actually the senior they were looking for.
Afterwards, Qin Lan told everyone what happened afterwards, and everyone understood why Qin Nan could become a saint.
"Zhi Yu."
At this time, Qin Lan's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly asked Qin Zhi Yu: "Do you blame your elder brother?"
"You should know that if your elder brother had not sealed you into the Four Sides Array Box, it might be you who has broken through to the Saint level now!"
"Ancestor, you are joking."
Qin Zhi Yu hurriedly said respectfully: "Eldest brother sealed us into the Four Sides Array Box for our safety, and he didn't know the identity of the predecessor when he sealed us, so how could I blame eldest brother?"
"Eldest brother is safe and sound, and can become a Saint, he deserves it, I can only be happy for eldest brother."
"You are really a good child of my Qin family."
Hearing Qin Zhiyu's words, Qin Lan showed a gratified look on his face, touched Qin Zhiyu's head kindly, and said softly: "Don't worry, after your elder brother becomes a saint, all his extra resources will be transferred to you, and the family will spare no effort to cultivate you, so that you will have the opportunity to catch up with your elder brother in the future."
"Thank you, ancestor."
Qin Zhiyu knelt down to thank him.
"Good boy, get up quickly, you have worked hard this time." After Qin Lan helped Qin Zhiyu up, he put his hands behind his back and looked at everyone, saying loudly: "Everyone, give heavy rewards. Others who died will be compensated, regardless of whether they are direct descendants of my Qin family, their families and descendants will be protected by my Qin family for generations!"
"Thank you, ancestor."
Everyone knelt down one after another.
…
While the Qin family was immersed in joy, Yi Feng, who was in a depressed mood, was about to rush to the Sword Valley.
At this moment,
the jade slip that had been silent for a long time suddenly flashed with light.
With a wave of his hand, a message came into his mind.
It was from Piao Miaohong.
"Hello, sir."
"I wonder if you are doing well on Sky Poison Island. There has been new progress in the matter of the Saint of the Nine Realms. Recently, there have been frequent strange phenomena in the Nine Realms, accompanied by the appearance of various calamity clouds. If nothing unexpected happens, the Saint has awakened. At the same time, according to the information we have received, the Saint should be a woman named Bai Huang. She is from the Nine Realms and should be in the current Nine Realms Alliance."
"It would be best if you are doing well on Sky Poison Island. If not, you can go directly to the Nine Realms."
"In addition, the curse on me has reached its final stage. After sending this message to you, I will enter the sword burial place in Sword Valley and wait for my death, so you don't have to come to Sword Valley to find me again."
"In the future, if you have mastered your magical powers, if you can help Sword Valley for Hong'er's sake, Hong'er will be very grateful."
"Hong'er wishes you a successful start."
"Goodbye, sir."
After reading the message in the jade slip, Yi Feng
felt a little complicated. He was filled with emotion.
It was just that people who wanted to die couldn't die, and people who shouldn't die were cursed. It was really fate that played tricks on people!
Although Yi Feng didn't die along the way, he had to admit that Piao Miaohong really helped him a lot.
At least he didn't have to wander around like a headless fly.
"Yi Feng remembers Miss Hong's friendship. No matter what, if something happens to Jian Gu, I Yi Feng will not stand idly by."
"In addition, Miss Hong, don't give up, keep a calm mind, and believe in yourself. You will be fine and will be fine."
Yi Feng wrote a reply in the jade slip with a complicated mood.
But he didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort her like this.
Originally, he wanted to go to Jian Gu to visit Piao Miaohong again, but after careful consideration, he realized that if he went there at this time, it would be useless except for causing trouble to Jian Gu!
After putting away the jade slip, Yi Feng sighed, turned around and rushed towards the Transmission Island, also preparing to return to the Nine Realms.
At this moment in Jian Gu,
tens of thousands of Jian Gu disciples were sitting cross-legged in the square, each with a solemn expression and silent.
Above the square, stood a woman in white.
She was barefoot, with long flowing hair, a flawless face, and a spiritual glow all over her body. She was wearing nothing but a white dress, like a fairy who was not polluted by the secular world.
Behind her was the sword burial ground of Jian Valley.
Not only were many precious swords buried there, but it was also the burial place of the Piao family.
Every bloodline of the Piao family ended up here.
Next to her, there was a middle-aged man standing.
Although he was only middle-aged, his hair was white, his eyes were red, and he looked very sad.
He was the current master of Jian Valley, the uncle of Piao Miaohong, and also the oldest and most experienced person in Jian Valley.
The reason why he was able to live until now was because he was not a direct descendant of the Piao family, but a collateral branch, and the power of the curse was much weaker.
"Sacrifice the sword!"
At this time, he shouted.
The long sword placed on the design table in front of Piao Miaohong seemed to have a spirit, emitting a pleasant trembling sound, as if it was also venting its unwillingness.
Piao Miaohong touched it reluctantly.
This is her personal belonging, the life thing passed down to her by her father since she was a child.
According to the rules of the Sword Valley, when the master is about to pass away, his sword will also be sealed up with the master and will never see the light of day again.
"Go!"
Finally, Piao Miaohong waved her jade hand, and the trembling long sword flew into the air, dancing in the huge square, and then flew into the place where the sword was buried and fell straight down.
"Everyone, please take care!"
Piao Miaohong on the stage bowed.
Tens of thousands of disciples below the stage stood up and saluted, many of them had tears in their eyes.
"Uncle Zheng, take care."
Piao Miaohong tilted her head and saluted the middle-aged man next to her.
The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and seeing Piao Miaohong saluting, he could no longer hold back and secretly wiped away his tears.
Back then, he watched with his own eyes Piao Miaohong's grandfather walk into the sword-burying ground alone.
Later, he personally sent off Piao Miaohong's father and mother here.
Now, he has to watch Piao Miaohong walk in again.
Why is God so unfair!
When will my Piao family break this curse!
Piao Zheng was filled with grief and anger, and was filled with great reluctance!
Everyone watched Piao Miaohong walk alone towards the sword-burying ground.
A lone bird chirped. Withered
leaves fluttered.
At the entrance, Piao Miaohong took out the jade slip hidden on her body, read the message in it, and smiled slightly.
After she had resolved her last thoughts, the jade slip also turned into powder.
She turned around and took a last remembrance look, and finally stepped into the sword-burying ground.
The sword-burying ground was full of withered bones.
It was filled with long swords.
They represented the ancestors of the Piao family who had passed away.
As Piao Miaohong approached, the sword bells chirped, as if they were mourning the death of another bloodline of the Piao family.
Piao Miaohong came straight to his sword, closed his eyes and sat down...
for a long time.
The place where the sword was buried finally returned to peace.
. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000. The highest level outside is 30.