Cangjian Palace, Duanshui Peak.

Yin Xiangchou held the Broken Water Sword tightly with both hands, pressed his forehead against the hilt of the sword, and knelt in the dark cave.

He maintained this posture for a long time, anger, shame, hatred, confusion, like a tide of darkness, and a thunder came to his heart.

"I am a sword cultivator, the successor of famous swords, and the star of hope in the Cangjian Palace. Sooner or later, I will become a great sword cultivator, and may even become the palace master of the Cangjian Palace, but why, why would I lose?"

And he was so ugly that he lost all his face in front of many classmates.

"The Palace Master clearly knew that the man had survived three heavenly tribulations, so why didn't he tell me that he wanted me to suffer this great humiliation!"

He seemed to be asking himself, or asking the Duanshui Sword. From a long time ago, the two have been integrated into one, taking the heart as the sword and the sword as the heart.

"Because you are too weak!" A voice suddenly sounded, and the Duanshui Sword trembled slightly. He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the sword or the sound of the heart, and murmured to himself: "I am too weak?"

He shook his head suddenly: "No, I have passed the second heavenly tribulation. How can the master of the Yifeng Sword Palace of Chengzang Sword Palace be considered weak?"

"Weaker than Li Qingshan!" said the voice.

Yin Liechou was struck by lightning. The name was like a nightmare, looking down at him high and mocking his weakness. He could not even have the confidence to fight him.

"What is kendo?"

"Slay demons and eliminate demons, and be a hero and righteous person?"

"Wrong, the sword is a weapon of killing, with no good or evil, and there is no shit. The sword is cold, killing, and it is arrogant and invincible!"

Yin Liechou was confused for a moment and could not speak.

"You have to be stronger! You can be stronger! You can be stronger than Li Qingshan!" The voice roared loudly, and the trembling sound of the Broken Water Sword became louder and louder, turning into a strange tone.

"I want to be stronger, I can be stronger! I can be stronger than Li Qingshan!" A light lit up in Yin Liecho's eyes, cold and fierce.

"Kill Li Qingshan!" Yin Qingchou said, hearing his voice merged with the sound, echoing in the dark cave.

If someone was here just now, he would hear Yin Liechou talking to himself in two different tones.

...

A paper boat drifted with the wind, and Fu Qingjin lay quietly in the boat, staring at the blue sky in a daze.

Yu Zijian turned his back to Fu Qingjin, sat at the bow of the boat, holding his cheek with his hands, and said without looking back: "Senior Brother, what are you thinking?"

"I thought about my childhood. I grew up in the Zangjian Palace. All my fellow disciples were like relatives. Although the palace master was serious, he was always particularly tolerant of me, like a kind father. The Ming Concubine is much more powerful. I have been afraid of her since I was a child, such as Yan Mother and Xuan Ri Senior Brother..."

Fu Qingjin's voice was low and erratic, almost floating in the air.

"Senior Brother Xuan Ri is the gentle and kind elder brother! Although I didn't grow up in the Cangjian Palace, I can understand your mood. When I was in Kuangjian Villa, everyone was like brothers and sisters." Yu Zijian said with some nostalgia.

"You don't understand..."

"Is that so? Ah! Senior brother, why are you crying? Is the wound hurting, or is it worried that your cultivation will not be restored? Didn't the elder brother say that? Your cultivation will definitely be restored!"

Yu Zijian turned his head and saw that Fu Qingjin was already in tears and was rushing to wipe his tears. She had never seen him look so weak.

"You don't understand..."

Fu Qingjin shook his head gently. Compared to the injuries on his body, his cultivation level was deeply painful and despair. He really kept biting his heart and chewing all the beautiful memories. Looking back at the broken sword at hand, he always thought that there was still something that would not turn into ruins.

"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable. Where is this place? How far is it from Zangjian Palace?" Fu Qingjin asked. He was in a daze all the way, and he didn't even estimate his position or flight distance.

"Just arrived at Baitu Mansion, it was almost two thousand miles away from Zangjian Palace. Although this small boat was stable, it flew too slowly. Senior brother, where are we going to stop the boat?"

Yu Zijian was very strange in his heart. Fu Qingjin originally said that he was here to comprehend the intent of Qingxu's sword, but he never stopped along the way.

"Then stop!" Fu Qingjin said.

"But there is only a wasteland below, and there is no ruin!" Yu Zi said.

"It's under that tree." Fu Qingjin sat up and pointed at a dead tree on the wasteland.

"All right!"

The boat fell down, Fu Qingjin stood up with a sword, and Yu Zijian wanted to support him, but he pushed him away.

"Dig a hole, deeper!" Fu Qingjin pointed under the dead tree.

"Yeah!" Yu Zijian pulled out the Zixiao sword. With a light spin, the purple light dug out a deep pit, which contained countless broken root systems, and they all died.

"The soil in Baitu Mansion is not white either! Give me the sword."

Fu Qingjin stretched out his hand, and Yu Zijian handed the Zixiao sword to his hand.

Fu Qingjin looked at Qingxu Zixiao in his hand. He once thought that this was their destined bond, and it turned out to be an illusion. So he threw it lightly, and the Qingxu Sword and Zixiao Sword fell into a deep pit.

"Senior Brother?" Yu Zijian opened his eyes wide, not understanding why.

"Cut off the connection with Zixiao Sword and add soil!" Fu Qingjin closed her eyes.

"Ah!" Yu Zijian simply wondered whether Fu Qingjin was crazy. For the sword cultivator, it was almost the sword that was there, and the sword that was forgotten was destroyed, let alone these two peerless swords.

"Don't ask too much, I'll tell you why in the future."

Fu Qingjin's voice was very weak, but full of determination.

If the Qingxu Sword had not been cut off and destroyed the inheritance of the inheritance, if it had not been severely damaged by the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner and destroyed the spirituality of the sword, he might have never discovered this secret.

"Then... well!" Yu Zijian decided to follow Fu Qingjin first, then quietly record the place, and dig it out later.

...

Hua Chengzan knelt on one knee with his right hand, his long hair scattered and fell to the ground, and slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then do you know that you are actually harming him?" The voice of the Lord of the Cangjian Palace was cold and majestic.

"I don't know." Hua Chengzan shook her head again.

"I'm useless to treat you as a smart person and cultivate you many times. I didn't expect that in the end I would do such a fool."

"Palace Master, you overestimate me. If I were really smart, how could I come to the Cangjian Palace?" Hua Chengzan smiled bitterly.

Ji Xuanri squatted down beside Hua Chengzan, held up Hua Chengzan's chin with her hands, and still had a warm smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with regrets, "Junior Brother Hua, with your talent and understanding, it took you so long to be able to be with us, but I didn't expect you to destroy your future."

"Am at that time, am I still me?" Hua Chengzan asked back. (To be continued...)
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