Yan Qingrui said, "I love to say but not to say." She didn't have internal strength before and did not make any progress in the world. Apart from the careless injury that time was under the palm of the man in black, she had never been injured much. Today's injury is also because this old man worships more and bullies the few.

Xuyun said speechlessly: "Girl, can't you be more polite to this demon god?"

Yan Qingrui simply said: "No!"

Xuyun: "..."

He found that he had no way to deal with Yan Qingrui, but he had no way to deal with Yan Qingrui, and there was a way to deal with the four great worshipers. He glared at him and said to the four great worshipers: "Isn't I here to see your master?"

The four great worshippers looked at each other. Although it seemed that Xuanyue Sword had recognized the master, the situation was a bit strange. Also, this monk was so young and looked careless and had no monks. It was a bit difficult for them to believe his words.

Seeing the distrust in their eyes, Xuyun almost jumped up, pointed at their noses, but chanted word by word:

"Xuanxiaoyun rises and leaves Yanmen,

The moon is in the mountains and the grass is green.

The sword heart is coming to the abyss of thunder and lightning,

This is the one who dominates Fengyun!”

The faces of the four great worshipers changed.

Xuyun pointed to their noses and said, "Have you heard it? Have you heard it?"

The man in gray said in surprise: "This monk, how do you know this poem?" You should know that this poem was passed down from the first generation of worship three hundred years ago. It is said that it is the great secret of the Xuanyue Sword hidden in it. It was just that it has been understood from generation to generation for a long time, and no one knows what the meaning is.

However, it should be a hidden poem, and the first word of each sentence is connected to the Master of Xuanyue Sword.

The meaning of the whole poem should be to say the time and place of the Xuanyue Sword Lord, which is Guanshan and Yanmen, and the green grass color should be the season. As for the abyss, thunder and lightning, sword heart, etc., it is probably a very critical condition.

Therefore, over the years, they have been worshipping the four great masters, traveling to Guanshan and Yanmen, where there is water, and they are very concerned about the sword practitioners.

The grass is green and yellow, they are looking for it without any resistance to wind and rain, and thunder and lightning.

Generation after generation, we find disappointment from hope, hopelessness from disappointment, and despair from hopelessness. But unexpectedly, this poem that is never-ending was chanted by a young monk who doesn't look like a monk.

Xuyun jumped and said, "Damn it, I wrote it, how could I not know?"

Four great offerings: “…”

Yan Qingrui: "..."

The man in green said unhappily: "This little master, we sincerely ask each other, why do you have to tease me? Monks don't lie, you should tell us the truth!"

Xuyun rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Didn't your first generation of worship pass on the words? How did this poem come about?"

The old man said: "The master once said that it was written by a master. It was the key to finding the Master of Xuanyue Sword. Apart from the four major offerings, no one can know it."

Xuyun said: "I am that master!"

Four great offerings: “…”

Yan Qingrui sneered, why did she think this scene was so weird and ridiculous? As Xuyun and the four worshippers were grinding their mouths, she took a step back and began to deal with her wounds. She first cut the hem of her clothes with a sword, tied the wounds, and then pulled out the dart.
Chapter completed!