The Ancestor of our Sect Isn’t Acting like an Elder

Stars covered the sky.

The night sky is cut into a chessboard shape, which looks very narrow and full of oppression. On such a night, the sword mound of Heavenly Jade Palace was full of flowers.

The girl hummed a song and walked through the narrow aisle with a small pace, like a stroll to this point.

The artificially cut out cliffs on both sides are still as clean as new over the years, revealing the sharp sword energy of that man a long time ago, but it was also too desolate. .

So, Yuyao made it full of flowers, let the color of the flowers embellish it, and let the fragrance of flowers fill the whole aisle.

Weird flowers, ancient flowers.

The fragrance overflows with mysterious, as if the heart is full of flowers.

The girl occasionally stops and spins around like a dance; occasionally stops and squats to admire the blooming flowers that have just broken through the ground; occasionally lie down and sleep among the flowers and stare at the sky.

She stopped and went, bringing songs and flowers, and finally walked to the “boundary”.

“Um──”

That was almost without warning, in midair suddenly gave birth to countless illusory shadows of swords out of thin air. These sword shadows are full of hostility, and they roar silently, constantly shaking like bee wings, warning that there is no way forward.

“Killing Formation.”

Yu Yao stopped and hung his head sadly. The long silky hair in the vent, swaying cyan streamer.

“The years have passed for thousands of years, and the lost knowledge is still guarding this place. Did the people at that time pin their multiple longings here? Ah, the home of the sword spirit, guard The undead of the master will last forever.”

Sighing, the girl in front of the illusory shadow of countless swords looked weak.

If she moves forward, those sword shadows will definitely penetrate her body without hesitation, giving her a die without a burial site.

Some places never allow others to profanity.

But──

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

The girl whispered her thoughts to the sword shadow:

“I don’t have what I want. I am just a fool, and I am looking for the only “reversal” at all costs, just as you are willing to guard here alone and miserably. Therefore, I have to offend you, I’m really sorry.”

Then she took a step.

──Just one step.

The place guarded was offended by uninvited guests, and the anger of sword shadow can be imagined. They flew out at Yuyao almost at the same instant, wrapped in a sharp imposing manner that put it to death.

In the face of the venting Jianyu, Yu Yao did not move.

She even dancing lightly and gracefully.

Like condensing out of thin air, the disappearance of the sword rain also happened suddenly.

When they approached Yu Yaoyao’s eyes, they started to crack from the tip of the sword along the handle, and finally shattered every inch when they hit the girl’s skin, turning into petals in the sky.

“Lala──”

The poignant humming sound of the tune is like a dream in the chaotic petals.

Yu Yao stepped forward again, dragging the petals to form a trajectory step by step, welcoming a little light at the exit of the narrow road.

Then, the sword filled her vision.

A lot of swords.

The cemetery of the sword.

The long sword, which is comparable to the number of stars, stands in this recessed place surrounded by cliffs in a scattered and disorderly manner, bathed in the moonlight, gleaming with a dim but unquenchable edge Jianguang.

There is a wood house in the distance, and there is a small lake beside the wood house.

That small lake is probably the Spirit Stream. The Spiritual Qi it overflows maintains the Killing Formation that guards this place, and it also breeds long swords that spread all over the country.

“──Under the guidance of the stars, we meet here. The’God of the Flower’ is here to present flowers for your loyalty only.”

Like a chant Like a long-lived story, the appearance of Yu Yao’s combined hands reveals a sacred breath.

With her feet as the center, flowers of different colors popped out like waves of water, and soon filled the entire sword mound. The rhizomes of those flowers are wrapped around the sharp sword intent despite the ages. The fragrance of the flowers dilutes the sharp sword intent.

The sword mound that turned into a sea of ​​flowers no longer looks desolate.

Yu Yao, who was in it, slowly opened his eyes while the petals were in the wind. The jade eyes ignited a blue flame, faintly flickering. She hummed an unknown tune again.

She looked around the sword mound for a week, and finally fixed her eyes on one of the swords.

It was a pitch-black sword, like a sword cut out of the darkness. It was the sword of the man who was once called the “dancing ink sword ghost”.

Its name──

“Tianxuan.”

The girl sang the name of the sword gently.

She stepped forward, before the sword.

“The sword of destiny…you have been chosen, would you like to serve your master again?”

The sword made no sound.

However, there was a flash of light on the sword body, and the girl seemed to hear the three words “I am willing” and felt strong miss.

The sword born for the master can only follow one person for life.

If the once-departed person returns again, his sword has almost no choice, because it is part of him, his sword, and his shield, as long as it is what he thinks , Will be achieved.

“Really…”

Yu Yao seemed to feel its will, and his eyes swaying with the burning blue flames. The sea of ​​flowers under her feet began to shrink, condensing where “Xuanxuan” was.

Flowers turn into points, and rhizomes turn into lines.

They are wrapped in the ink-black long sword, which outlines extremely complex lines on its surface. Among them, there is a bright radiance circulating, and the sword screams endlessly, as if it is going to be pulled up at any time. Up.

“Please wake up and wake up again in this darkness.”

The girl constricted her sad eyes and called under the sky full of stars.

In response to her ethereal voice, the lines on the surface of the “Profound Sky” sword burst out with extremely dazzling light. The light peeled off the surface like fragments, and floated towards in the sky above the handle.

They condense and outline a beautiful silhouette.

This pure white silhouette gradually has color, vividly depicting a girl wearing a black skirt. Qiaohua’s face is extremely delicate, her long hair like ink is outstanding, and the long eyelashes on her closed eyes are shaking slightly.

She opened her eyes.

Bright red eyes.

The red in the ink is “Profound”, and her eyes are the red in the “Profound”.

“Are you…?”

She slowly lowered her gaze, staring blankly at the girl in the sea of ​​flowers. Between the lips, the translucent voice overflowed.

Yu Yao smiled slightly. “Your name is Tianxuan. Do you ever remember the destined person who once accompanied you and gave you life?”

“…I remember.” The girl’s answer almost without the slightest hesitation.

“The stars have heralded his arrival. Where he wants to go, your company must be indispensable.”

Xuan Tian’s eyes gradually became radiant.

She turned her face to look at the other side of the sky, as if the person who had been waiting for it was at the end.

“As long as he thinks, as long as he needs me again, I will be the sword in his hand again, cutting off everything he wants to kill for him, because it is my existence Meaning.”

The girl pulled back her eyes and looked at Yuyao quietly again. After a short but long silence, she opened her lips again:

” ──That is also the will of the sword, the will of the black lotus.”