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read2();　　 The sun rises from the east, and the light shines down the whole world. At the top of Wanjian Mountain, Gwangju, on the Buried Sword Lake, it is already completely surrounded by blue air, and even the sun cannot penetrate it.

As the blue qi surged, Muronghe's response fell, and the girl Jiansheng stood upright from the ground and looked up at the green lotus above her head. In the center of this green lotus, she seemed to see a man sitting cross-legged. , But in a short while, it became a sword, a blue sword.

　　 Then Jiansheng bit his lip, and a faint voice of inquiry came out:

　　 "Master, the disciple is puzzled."

　　 The sound of doubt fell, Jiansheng's eyes flashed with a full of seriousness, and then he continued to speak:

　　"You have been admonishing me that the purity is to be loyal to your heart and fearlessness when you are out of the sword, but what you did at this time has made the disciple puzzled.

"Before March, a powerful enemy came and was punished. After Master retreats, I went to the White Emperor Palace to meet your Majesty. Your Majesty told me that Da Xia Rong's next saint who obeys Da Xia Law, Jun has nothing to say. His Majesty’s remarks and disciples felt very reasonable, so I thanked Your Majesty Longen on behalf of Master and thousands of disciples of Wanjian Pavilion, but."

　　 At this point, Jian Sheng's eyes stared at the green lotus above, and after a pause, he spoke again:

　　 "However, the master has made such a choice now, and he is puzzled! This is not the original intention, nor is it pure!"

One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, Jian Sheng is just an orphan abandoned in Wanjian Mountain. Therefore, for her, Murong He is both a master and a father, so she is still kneeling on the bank of Jian Jian Lake at this time, but this The three uncomprehending openings in a row fully expressed the girl's anxiety, complexity, and unacceptable mood.

Along with the girl’s words resounding through the sky, the huge green lotus above the sky bloomed again, and countless blue auras once again soared in all directions, covering the sky and the sun, reaching a total of four hundred miles. During the induction, the figure in Qinglian, or the sword, once again clearly counted.

Then within Qinglian, the fuzzy figure that overlapped with the sword gently opened his eyes, and in the entire sword burial lake below, the countless swords of souls, as if received some kind of call, slowly floated upwards. Jiandao Qinglian directly above the sword, followed by another response from Muronghe, continued to resound across the sky:

"Shenger, the teacher can understand your puzzlement, but you have to know that what the teacher represents is not only the Wanjian Pavilion, but the entire kendo. It is a balance between the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes and the temples. Being a teacher is the sharpest sword in the whole arena."

　　 Jiansheng raised her head, just like when she looked up at her master when she was a child, but her eyes were already full of complexity, and she continued to ask:

　　 "Dare to ask Master, are you still pure at this time?"

"Of course it's pure, sanctification is always the heart of being a teacher, and the world pays attention to the word cause and effect. My countless accumulations and inheritance of kendo are all eliminated by the Lord of Great Summer in the Baidi Palace. Retrieve that ethereal opportunity."

　　 At this point, the thick voice from above paused for a while, then Murong He closed his eyes again, and the voice continued:

　　 "To make a sword for a teacher, you must go all out, because a pure sword will not leave any hands!"

Murong and these words had already expressed his attitude, and then Jian Sheng stopped speaking, but kowtow to Qinglian again. After getting up, he turned his head and walked down the mountain. It was just the back of the girl who had left, and he lived up to her previous heroic spirit. On the contrary, with a strong depression.

　　Below the Buried Sword Lake, tens of thousands of Jiange disciples, including the very old elders, have spontaneously gathered in the huge square in the center of the Wanjian Pavilion attic, silently waiting for the latest news from Buried Sword Lake.

Their expressions are complicated by those who are complicated, and those by dignified ones, because everyone knows that from this moment on, their disciples of Wanjian Pavilion will be enemies of the entire Daxia, but they are native Daxia people. The emotion of tearing to both sides made all the disciples confused and silent, so these disciples need the young pavilion master who has been the leader for several months.

Finally, at the end of the mountain top with blue aura, the white figure of the young girl Jiansheng appeared, but in the eyes of all the disciples, the girl's steps even stumbled, her face was completely bloodless, and even her extremely heroic eyes were dim. Matt.

When the elders of Wanjian Pavilion saw this, they looked at each other, and they all saw something bad in each other's eyes. They hurried forward, but before they got close, they watched the girl spout a mouthful of blood and fell straight forward to the ground. .

　　 "Young Pavilion Master!"

　　 "I'm fine!"

　　 The girl's white clothes had been soaked with blood, but she stood up and stumbled forward and walked forward. At this moment, the girl who was born to repair the sword completely covered her exquisite sword heart.

　　 "All disciples of the sword pavilion, within seven days, stay in their respective pavilions and are not allowed to go out. Violators will be dealt with by the patriarchal clan!"

　　 A faint voice came from Jian Sheng's mouth, and then she refused the support of the disciple beside her, and walked alone through the entire huge Wanjian Pavilion Zongmen Square, towards the largest attic in the sect.

　　 After the girl's figure completely disappeared in the attic, in Qinglian, Murong, who had already closed his eyes, and opened his eyes, gently muttered:

　　 "To give birth, you are still too young. When you have a higher cultivation level and live longer, you will find that this great road is all mediocre!"

　　The scorching sun lifted into the sky, but the blockbuster that has alarmed countless waves of waves has only begun in the morning, and after brewing and fermentation, it swept across all directions of Daxia crazily.

　　 In fact, it is not just a young girl sword student. In the wide area city of the mountain, countless people who heard Murong and Xia Zhan posts in their own ears are also full of doubts and incomprehension, and urgently need to know the reason for this.

For a long time, even though Mu Xingronghe has been recognized as the most advanced person under the saint, he has never stepped down the mountain for more than a decade. Gradually, this swordsman who is regarded as a sword master by all swordsmen has been overhauled. It gradually became the totem of the Metropolitan City and even the entire Gwangju.

　　 Whenever monks and travelers travel here, there will always be people from Gwangju who point to the heavenly sword mountain and speak proudly:

　　 "Have you seen the sword-like mountain? It is Wanjian Mountain, and Muronghe is on that mountain."

But now everything is changing rapidly like a flash of lightning. When Murong and He used that battle post to awaken the entire Metropolitan City, when the infinite blue energy spreads four hundred miles, everyone knows that the sky of the entire Metropolitan City will soon be To change.