Across the vast sea of ​​clouds, the wind blows for thousands of miles.
Yumen Pass.
Lin Yao took the spiritual jade, and her figure turned back into a beautiful woman in a ripple.
Xie Qingyun looked at Lin Yao who lowered her head and nodded slightly.
Immediately, he turned his fingers into a sword and swung it lightly.
A strand of hair fell with the wind and floated in front of Lin Yao.
In the realm of sword immortal, no one can hurt him at all.
Therefore , the only option is to kill yourself.
Lin Yao no longer hesitated and reached out to grab the strand of hair.
"Next, you three will have to pay more attention and be careful." Xie Qingyun and Xia Daoyun instructed.
It's not so easy to disguise yourself as a sword immortal.
Therefore, the assistance of the three peak masters, Xia Daoyun, Yu Canghai and Xue Wushao, is needed.
Xia Daoyun said coldly: "Master, don't worry, there will be no mistakes at Yumen Pass."
"We will guard Yumen Pass and wait for your triumphant return."
"Okay," Xie Qingyun said with a smile, "I believe you."
Then, he turned his head, looked at Lu Qingshan, and asked softly, "Have you decided?"
Lu Qingshan had been listening quietly . When he saw the Sect Master pointed at him, he raised his head and said, "I've made up my mind."
"The Sword Sect is heading west. As the young master, I should not fall behind no matter what."
"If I fail in this Western Expedition and die, you will be the hope of my Sword Sect." Xie Qingyun did not shy away from death and said directly.
"You should stay in the East Region and grow slowly."
"The hope of the Sword Sect..." Lu Qingshan paused for a moment and couldn't help laughing, "When you say that, I feel a lot of pressure."
Xie Qingyun burst into laughter, but stopped laughing after a while. He looked at Lu Qingshan quietly and said, "When I was young, I was not as good as you."
"Moreover, the reason why I chose you as the Sword Sect's Young Master, besides your potential and performance, and Dao Yun's great admiration, is that I have never been able to see through you... Even Qi Butian couldn't see through you."
"You are unknown."
“The unknown represents hope.”
"I am the unknown?" Lu Qingshan thought this statement was interesting, smiled, then shook his head and said, "Whether I am hope or unknown, I am first and foremost a swordsman."
He straightened his expression and said solemnly: "My heart tells me where I should go."
Xie Qingyun looked at Lu Qingshan and smiled, "To cultivate the sword is to cultivate the mind. The reason why our Sword Sect is the best in the world is not just because of the swords in our hands, but also because of the swords in our hearts."
"Since you have made up your mind, I naturally cannot break the sword in your heart."
He paused, spread his hands, and continued with a smile: "Today, our Sword Sect's old leader and new young leader are heading west together. Ten thousand years from now, this may be a good story."
"It's my honor." Lu Qingshan clasped his fists.
Xie Qingyun just said it casually to ease the atmosphere and boost morale.
But a word often comes true.
After a long, long time, when the human race begins to look back on history, they will find that no matter how they look at it, they cannot get around the part where the old and young masters of the Sword Sect went on an expedition to the West together in the eighth year of Tianyuan.
It is like an anchor, fixed in the magnificent history of the human race.
"Since you want to join us on the Western Expedition, there's something that I need you to step forward and resolve," Xie Qingyun said again.
"Our Sword Sect's decision to march west has already been passed down."
"Not a single disciple of the Sword Sect in Yumen Pass objected. They all requested to fight. The whole sect was ready to fight."
"It's just that within the Sword Sect, the old sword practitioners and young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfactions, and they need someone in charge to appease them." Xie Qingyun explained slowly.
"I need to cooperate with Lin Yao to create the illusion of staying at Yumen Pass, so it is not convenient for me to show up."
"Several peak masters are busy making final preparations for the war and cannot spare time for the moment. Others are not suitable to do this either."
"You are the Sword Sect's Young Master, a young master recognized by all the Sword Sect's disciples. It is reasonable for you to come forward with your identity."
"You should go back to the Sword Sect." Qingyun Sword Immortal instructed.
"The old sword cultivators and the young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfactions?" Lu Qingshan frowned and couldn't help asking, "What are their opinions?"
Xie Qingyun smiled inexplicably and looked at Lu Qingshan meaningfully, "You will know when you go back to the Sword Sect."
"You are already the young master, you can decide some things on your own."
"I don't have any requirements for you regarding this Sword Sect matter. I won't stop you from making any decision. Just go ahead and do it."
This means gradually handing over some of the Sword Sect's affairs to Lu Qingshan.
The old sect leader who has led the Sword Sect for ten thousand years and carried the Sword Sect for ten thousand years is finally going to let go of some things.
Having said this, Lu Qingshan looked at Xie Qingyun, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"I see," he said.
"Go." The old sect leader waved his hand.
Lu Qingshan remained silent, clasped his fists and bowed again, then turned and left.
Xie Qingyun's eyes flashed for a moment, and he looked at Lu Qingshan's back from afar, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lin Yao and Xia Daoyun also fixed their gazes on Lu Qingshan's back, each with their own thoughts.
Lu Qingshan didn't say anything else, didn't look back, and walked straight out of Qingyun Palace.
The moment he walked out of the palace gate, the voice of Qingyun Sword Immortal echoed throughout the Yumen Pass.
"From this moment on, Lu Qingshan... is the Young Master of our Sword Sect, the only Young Master."
This sentence was like thunder, and in just a moment, it spread throughout the entire Yumen Pass.
At this moment, countless monks at Yumen Pass were shocked.
The fact that Lu Qingshan was valued by Qingyun Sword Immortal and was given the position of Young Sect Leader was known to everyone in Yumen Pass.
But private appointment and such a grand official announcement are two completely different things, and the symbolic meanings are completely different.
For a moment, even the consciousness and gazes of countless high-level cultivators gathered outside the Qingyun Palace.
The chaotic spiritual consciousness that was enough to cause a person's mental breakdown squeezed together and pressed towards Lu Qingshan like an overwhelming force.
Lu Qingshan just looked calm as he walked out step by step without any interference, allowing millions of people to stare at him and allowing their spiritual consciousness to gather around him.
From today on, he truly became the Young Master of the Sword Sect.
…
The northern wall of Longcheng Pass faces a towering mountain called Xiantianling.
There are nine layers of heaven: one is Zhongtian, two is Xiantian, three is Congtian, four is Gengtian, five is Qiutian, six is ​​Kuotian, seven is Jiantian, eight is Shentian and nine is Chengtian.
Xiantianling is actually the second heaven.
The second heaven is ten thousand feet high, with turbulent air currents, disordered spiritual energy, and greater mana consumption.
Therefore, Xiantianling Mountain is like a natural barrier that stretches across here.
After passing Xiantian Ridge, the vast mountains and rivers of Zhongling Realm will appear before your eyes.
Today, the weather in Xiantianling is exceptionally good, with clear skies.
A breeze blew by, and among the mountains, there was the chirping of insects and the sound of pine waves in the breeze blowing through the forest.
Outside Xiantianling is a small city built on the mountain, named Tianling City.
Live by the mountain, eat from the mountain; live by the sea, eat from the sea.
As in the past, many young cultivators or independent practitioners left Tianling City and headed for Xiantianling during the good season, trying to pick some spiritual herbs in the mountains in exchange for cultivation resources.
Zhang Tie is one of them.
However, he felt that Xiantian Ridge seemed extremely strange today.
What's so weird?
He was unable to say anything for a moment.
If you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.
The minds of small people are simple.
So he continued to climb the mountain.
Xiantian Ridge is very high, and he does not have enough cultivation to reach the top.
However, the foot of the mountain had already been dug deep by nearby monks, and it was difficult to find a decent spiritual medicine.
Therefore, he could only go to the halfway point of the mountain.
That was nearly five thousand feet high, which was not an easy task for him. Fortunately, he had practiced a good escape technique.
——If he didn’t have this escape technique, he wouldn’t have this job.
Just after finding a good location and preparing to start work, Zhang Tie suddenly felt a sway in front of his eyes. The forest that was originally bathed in sunlight was suddenly shrouded in shadows.
He raised his head subconsciously.
In the mottled early sunlight, Zhang Tie saw densely packed, endless human figures.
Those figures are not actually people.
They had different appearances, were extremely ferocious and hideous, and were surrounded by demonic energy that surged into the sky. They were like locusts, covering the sky like a flood.
It’s not a locust plague, it’s a demon plague.
At this moment, Zhang Tie finally realized what was strange.
It's too quiet.
The roars of monsters that used to be heard one after another in Xiantian Ridge were not heard at all today.
The demon cultivators from the Demon Clan, like a tide, flew towards the Central Spiritual Realm.
As for Zhang Tie, he was submerged without any chance to resist and exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The Central Spiritual Realm is on the verge of destruction.
It seemed like no one and nothing could stop this from happening.
…
At this time, Lu Qingshan had already returned to the Sword Sect alone.
Above the vast snowfield, the inverted mountains are magnificent, like a vigorous dragon lying there.
The seven towering mountains are like the seven sword bones on the back of a blue dragon, piercing through the clouds.
Lu Qingshan didn’t know what was happening in the Sword Sect at this time, but Xie Qingyun entrusted the matter to him, so he came back.
Now that he is back, things here should be settled.
Qingfeng is the peak of Lu Qingshan.
However, he was not even as familiar with Qingfeng as his master Xia Daoyun's Jianlaifeng.
Because only a very short period of time, one could even call it insignificant, had passed since he was promoted to the Refining Void stage.
The Sword Sect is the most united sect in the eyes of the world, and there have been almost no disputes within the sect.
This is because the source of disputes is often a conflict of interest.
The sword cultivator of the Sword Sect only has the sword in his eyes.
The Sword Sect’s strength means that its sword practitioners have never been short of resources.
So there is nowhere to fight.
The Sword Cultivator of the Sword Sect is the most powerful sword cultivator in the world.
Powerful sword cultivators are often similar in some ways.
Those who have different ideals cannot work together, but those who share the same ideals can live in harmony.
So they complement each other.
In this case, what are the different voices that emerged within the Sword Sect this time?
Lu Qingshan didn't know either.
But you will find out soon.
He entered Qingfeng openly and announced his return to the sword practitioners in the Sword Sect.
Among the green peaks.
His two young disciples, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, were practicing sword skills.
The two of them had red faces and were extremely serious, so they didn't notice the arrival of their master.
Lu Qingshan did not make any sound to disturb them. He just stood in the air, waiting quietly, as if waiting for something.
He knows the horror of the demons better than anyone else, so he has been growing continuously over the years.
He thought he still had a lot of time, but he didn't expect that the battle in the Central Spirit Realm would break out so suddenly, and a mountain of pressure would fall on his shoulders ahead of time.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
From all over the Sword Sect, flashes of sword lights of various colors shot up into the sky and converged towards Qingfeng.
The sword light reflected from the almost foggy air emitted a colorful haze, which was extremely beautiful.
It's like thousands of rainbows converging into one point.
The sword practitioners in the Sword Sect rushed towards Qingfeng like a tide.
The sky was filled with sword lights.
At this time, the two young disciples who were practicing sword seriously were finally startled by the whizzing sound of the swords.
They looked up and saw Lu Qingshan.
The two were startled, then delighted, and were about to shout something, but the words that reached their throats were quickly cut off.
Because, a sword light had already stopped in front of Lu Qingshan, revealing a figure inside.
The two little girls recognized at a glance that it was Uncle Xi Xiang, the first sword cultivator they met when they joined the Sword Sect.
Although they were young, they were very smart. When they saw this scene, they immediately realized that something big was happening, so they dared not say anything.
Xi Xiang appeared in front of Lu Qingshan.
He didn't speak.
Lu Qingshan didn't say anything either.
They are all waiting.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Almost at the same time, the sword lights stopped one after another and human figures appeared one after another.
After a while, no new sword light appeared.
Lu Qingshan's eyes swept across the hundreds of figures in front of him.
Uncle Xixiang, Taoist Kongshan, Taoist Xinyu...
These are the old sword practitioners of the Sword Sect. They are old and have retired from Yumen Pass and settled in the Sword Sect, where they are responsible for various miscellaneous matters within the Sword Sect.
Cao Xiaoxin, Yu Cibei, Wei Mou...
These are the young disciples of the Sword Sect. They have unlimited potential, but they have not yet grown up and their cultivation is insufficient, so they did not go to Yumen Pass.
"Meet the Young Master."
Both the old swordsmen and the young disciples spoke in unison at this moment.
Lu Qingshan clasped his fists and bowed to everyone, then said, "You should know why I'm here."
"The Sect Master told me that you have some different opinions on the Sword Sect's decision to march west..."
He paused, and continued, "The Sect Master told me that I will make the decision on this matter, so you can just tell me what you want without any worries."
"The Sword Sect is not the Sect Master's Sword Sect, nor is it my, Lu Qingshan's Sword Sect, but everyone's Sword Sect. I will respect everyone's opinions."
"So, what are your thoughts?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"Master Lu, we have been looking forward to your return." Xi Xiang stepped forward and spoke.
Lu Qingshan listened silently.
Xi Xiang's face was extremely solemn. "We are now clear about the situation in the Central Spiritual Territory, and we all agree with the decision made by the Sect Master to march west."
"Some of us are already old, and some are still too young, but we are all sword practitioners of the Sword Sect." Xi Xiang said word by word.
He pointed to the old swordsmen behind him, "We are not too old to hold a sword."
"Although they are young, they can hold a sword." He pointed to the young disciples beside him.
Finally, Xi Xiang paused with a complicated expression, but his eyes were extremely determined, "Young Master... Although we know that this may make you very embarrassed, and we know that this may be too irrational, but..."
He suddenly shouted.
"We are waiting for the battle!"
With a bang.
Xi Xiang drew his sword, and the sharp sword flew out from his dantian, soaring into the sky and breaking through the clouds. The majestic sword force echoed between heaven and earth.
"We are waiting for the battle!"
"We are waiting for the battle!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
All the sword practitioners present, whether they were at the stage of refining emptiness, transforming spirit or integrating body, whether they were young or old, all drew their swords and shouted in unison.
The whole sect talks about war.
In an instant, the white clouds in the sky seemed to have lost their color, leaving only various flying swords in the sky.
All the flying swords were dancing in the sky above Qingfeng Mountain.
"We are waiting for the battle!"
All the voices gathered together and echoed in the Sword Sect.
At this moment, it seemed as if the mountains were trembling.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lu Qingshan.
Every look was filled with high fighting spirit and hope.
An inexplicable emotion hit Lu Qingshan's heart heavily.
At this moment, he finally understood everything.
These people did not disagree with the Sword Sect's Western Expedition, but wanted to go along.
But for the Sword Sect, no matter what, someone must stay to guard the Sect.
Otherwise, if the building is deserted, who will guard the Sword Sect?
If they never come back, will the Sword Sect still exist in this world?
Therefore, these old sword cultivators are responsible for staying in the Sword Sect.
There are also young disciples whose strength is insignificant in the battle in the Central Spirit Realm.
But to the Sword Sect, they are the spark and the hope.
Even if the Sword Sect fails in its Western Expedition, as long as there are still young disciples, when they grow up and take up the responsibility of the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect will still be the same Sword Sect.
Regardless of emotion or reason, young disciples with insufficient cultivation should not participate in this war.
Therefore, the old sect leader let them stay in the Sword Sect.
The low, thunderous sound of the flying sword kept echoing in Lu Qingshan's ears.
Very loud and harsh.
But to him, it sounded extremely beautiful.
How could the sound of wind, rain, thunder and the river compare to the clanging sound of the Sword Sect's sword?
An inexplicable sense of pride grew in Lu Qingshan's heart.
He glanced at the faces that were familiar or unfamiliar, took a deep breath, and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart.
After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath, stretched out his palm and pressed lightly.
Then, the flying sword in the sky suddenly stopped.
The world became quiet.
"Have you thought it through?" Lu Qingshan asked.
Then, he nodded at the seven towering main peaks in the distance, "Qingyun Peak, Wangu Peak, Canghai Peak, Hengqiu Peak, Jianlai Peak, Haoran Peak, Wuyao Peak..."
Then he turned around, "Dingjun Peak, Kongshan Peak, Baiqiu Peak..."
"These are the foundations left by the ancestors of the Sword Sect. These are the Sword Sect..."
"Are you really willing to abandon it?" he asked.
No one responded for a moment.
After a moment's silence, Xi Xiang's low voice rang out.
"Young Master..."
He raised his head and stared at Lu Qingshan's young and handsome face.
“Sword Sect, it has never been a place.”
"It belongs to us sword cultivators."
"Wherever we are, there is the Sword Sect."
Xi Xiang's voice was not loud, but it spread slowly.
Then, the whole world seemed to be suddenly silent at this moment, with only his voice echoing.
Lu Qingshan was silent for a long time.
He knew that the help that these fellow Sword Sect sword cultivators could bring to the battle in the Central Spirit Realm was simply not on the same level as the price that the Sword Sect might have to bear.
If it were any other cultivator except the Sword Sect, they would definitely not agree to this seemingly "stupid" and "lacking sense of the overall situation" request to fight.
But Lu Qingshan also knew that the Sword Sect’s blessed land, the Sword Sect’s profound skills and sword techniques, and the Sword Sect’s treasures…
These are nothing but external things. Compared to these, what is truly noble about the Sword Sect is the Sword Sect spirit passed down from generation to generation.
Those outer sects always want to replace the Sword Sect.
But they don’t understand, if they don’t have the true will and soul of a sword cultivator, how can they be called a sword cultivator?
The reason why the Sword Sect is called the Sword Sect, the most powerful sword-cultivating sect in this land, and even the strongest sect, is based on these simple yet complex, illusory yet powerful things.
Then, a smile appeared on Lu Qingshan's lips.
"Then it's as you wish."
"Please give me the long rope to tie the Tianjiao seed!"
A thought occurred to him.
boom!
The dragon bird suddenly flew out of the body.
The blazing red sword light spanned the sky like a rainbow.
The majestic sword intent rises to the sky.
All the sword practitioners were wielding their swords madly as if their souls were out of control.
The sword in the sky is destroying the world.
The flying sword clanged and rang.
The sword roars in the west wind.