Xinsu Er opened an oil-paper umbrella, and she felt inexplicably thrilled: "Master, why did it suddenly rain so heavily tonight?"

She also understood a little about the celestial phenomena, but this violent thunderstorm came suddenly and there was no sign in advance.

Mu Qing looked back at the direction of Four Seasons Villa, with a strange expression on his face and thought to himself: "The heavens and man are in harmony, and the yin and yang are in conflict. What kind of monster is he?"

Even among monks, the relationship between heaven and man is also a unique characteristic of extremely wise monks. Ji Liao is not a formal monk, but he has already realized this state. Even if it is a coincidence, there is no one in billions.

Even if Mu Qing exists, it is impossible to judge how Ji Liao did it. In fact, if Ji Liao is an ordinary person, even if he accidentally encounters a relationship with a human being, his personal will will be assimilated by the vast will of heaven and earth and lose himself. However, Ji Liao's soul is so special that he easily accepts this kind of experience and has no discomfort.

Therefore, this thunderstorm that arises from the relationship between heaven and man still exists.

Mu Qing couldn't figure it out, so he simply kept silent and turned around and continued to move forward.

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The only one who felt the heavy rain was Mu Qing. At dusk, where Ji Liao fought with the teenagers of the Qingwei School, someone came quickly in the pouring rain.

His clothes all trembled very slightly, so the raindrops bounced away as soon as they fell on him. It is rumored among martial artists that when they practice martial arts to a high level, they would "can't add a feather, and flies and insects cannot fall." Obviously, people who come have similar abilities.

The heavy rain washed away many breaths remaining during the day, but the young man's flying sword was still buried in the mud. The person who came casually slapped the sword in the mud and jumped into the air and landed in his hand.

The visitor was startled and then said angrily: "Chong Lingzi is one of the sword-holders that our Qingwei Sect has been troubled by over the years. If you kill him, no matter who you are, you will have to pay his life."

He held the flying sword and slashed hard on the ground. A crack several feet long and deep immediately appeared, the power of a sword, and even this.

After venting his anger, the person who came was running southwest along the mud and water. It turned out that lightning was so powerful that even if he had the magical power of turning into a sword light, he would not dare to use it, otherwise his energy would be thundered immediately.

I ran hundreds of miles along the way and finally arrived at some unknown mountain. Above was a Taoist temple.

Taoist temples have always been divided into two types, one is the view of descendants and the other is the view of jungle temple.

The temple of descendants is owned by the family and the property of the temple is owned by Taoist priests in Guanzhong. The temple on this nameless mountain is the temple of the forest. It has been passed down for countless generations, but the incense has not been strong. To be precise, this mountain is very remote and few people come, so there is not much incense.

This person is the master of the Taoist temple. He has achieved some success in his practice. His energy is like a big net and spreads all over his body, so he does not touch the water on his body. When he reaches the temple, his whole body is still clean and tidy.

He came to the shrine in Guanli, where a bronze water tank was enshrined at the depths of forearms. There were three copper ears around the water tank, which could be inserted into three incense sticks.

The man lit the incense, and the smoke lingered in the water tank. He pinched his sword and recited an obscure and ancient spell. When the incense was at its peak, he threw the retrieved flying sword in.

When the flying sword came into the water tank, it turned into it like a splash of water. If you looked carefully at the bottom of the water tank, you wouldn't see any flying sword at all.

Another nameless realm, there are platforms of all sizes floating in it. There are some buildings on the platform. There is a pool on the platform at the center, with various swords inside. There is a stone tablet in front of the pool, with two pictographic ancient texts engraved on it.

An old man's voice floated from the pool, "The Chongling Sword is back, the sword is there, the sword is gone, the sword is gone, the sword is gone, it seems that its sword holder Chongling Sword is dead."

"This time, nine sword holders were trained, but I didn't expect one to die so soon." Another tender woman's voice floated.

A man and a woman appeared in front of the sword pool at the same time.

The man was even more handsome than the young sword cultivator whom Ji Liao killed before, and seemed to be a little younger. But his voice seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes of life.

The woman was an old woman with crane hair and chicken skin. She was leaning on a crutch, but her voice was like a young girl with a beautiful young woman, gentle and clear.

"The nine people holding the sword can only achieve one person in the end, but we Qingwei people can kill them themselves, and we must never let outsiders kill them at will. The junior sister tells who should send to Duan Chong Lingzi's cause and effect." The young man smiled faintly.

The old woman pointed at the sword pool, and the spirit-storming sword floated up, and the sword emitted light, which was the process of Ji Liao fighting with the young sword cultivator.

She looked and said, "It's embarrassing that Chong Lingzi will lose with such a shallow cultivation. The other eight sword holders are destined to be able to cultivate to the realm of a true person. Each of them is strong enough to let whoever get close to them gets first. The person who avenged Chong Lingzi obtained the sword essence left by Chong Lingzi in Chong Lingzi's sword and was allowed to enter the sword tomb to practice for one day."

The young man still replied in an old voice: "Junior sister, don't be careless. Chong Lingzi has learned sword skills from me for a while, and he is not so easily defeated. I think this young man is afraid that he has unknown abilities. We only draw conclusions from the remaining information of Chong Ling Sword, which may be biased."

The old woman nodded and said, "Then just in case, let Gui Xinzi secretly test the boy. Although he is an incompetent person, he has barely become a real person with the Rongyang Dan of the Danding Sect. With our Qingwei's wonderful swordsmanship, it is still more than enough to deal with that boy."

"So good." The young man nodded.

He waved his sleeves and a sword energy flew into the void and disappeared.

A text appeared on the water tank of the Taoist temple on the other side, which was meant to ask Gui Xinzi to test the specific ability of the person who killed Lingzi. If there was nothing else special, let the other worldly sword holders solve him.

Gui Xinzi is the one who took back Chong Lingzi's flying sword.

Because his potential was exhausted, he had to rely on the power of elixirs to become a real person, but he would not make any progress in his life. Therefore, he gave up his plan to practice in this sect and came to the secular world and became an outer elder. He was mainly responsible for the care of the world's disciples and at the same time some choreographies of finding excellent kendo seedlings.

He finished reading the text, and then the text disappeared from the water tank, and Ji Liao's voice and appearance appeared in the water tank.

Gui Xinzi remembered Ji Liao's voice and appearance, and planned to send someone to find out the origin of Bizi tomorrow.

Although he is in the unknown mountains and fields, he is actually quite powerful in the secular world, but he is not known to others.

This is generally the case with monks and sects. If necessary, try not to be exposed in front of others.

This is done in order to reduce cause and effect; the other is that summer insects cannot talk about ice. The difference between monks and ordinary people is too great, so there is no need to have too much intersection.
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