Danqing Peak, in the small courtyard of Lu Chaoge.

Lu Dongli glanced at the forest where the poplar trees were from a distance, bowed and said, "Senior!"

She gave a long salute, and then sighed after standing up.

She didn't know what exactly happened, didn't know why Senior Luo drew his sword so brazenly, or why that sword light appeared in the sky.

But no matter what, Senior Luo has taken good care of her disciples for many years, and made her disciples the inheritors. This last sword made her realize a lot, and she understood deeply. This ceremony is inevitable.

For her, she has deep respect for this old man in her heart.

At this moment, Lu Dongli was more worried about the state of Yang Shu.

She knew her disciple's temperament very well. Although her brother had always said that this boy Yang Shu was "timid but brave", in fact, on weekdays, he was indeed the weakest among all the people in the Mo sect.

He is a relatively emotional person.

Lu Dongli was supposed to go there, but Lu Chaoge broke through again at this time, and she had to protect him...

But fortunately, there are others in Momen.

Lu Dongli sent a message to Luo Bing and said: "Luo Bing, go find Heiting and Mo Dongfang, and go to the woods to take a look at the poplar trees."

As she spoke, she added: "Senior Divine Sword Luo... passed away."

At this point, she thought for a while and finally sent a message: "If you really can't find senior brother, go there yourself and Mo Dongfang."

Since Black Pavilion reached the fifth level of Dzogchen, its sense of existence has become increasingly low. Even if you use your spiritual sense to detect it, it is extremely difficult to find it.

Lu Chaoge would have to put in a lot of effort to find him anyway.

With Lu Dongli's huge spiritual consciousness that is far beyond her own realm, it would be quite difficult to find him.

Therefore, Luo Bing went to Heiting to try his luck.

On the other side, after hearing the message, Luo Bing said bluntly: "Yes, disciple accepts the order."

She immediately knew the seriousness of the matter.

Fortunately, Heiting was practicing in her yard, so she quickly took Heiting and Mo Dongfang to the woods.

In her opinion, although the eldest brother cannot speak, he is the gentlest person in the entire Mo family. The junior brothers and sisters all rely on him to a certain extent. With him by their side, things will be much better.

Mo Dongfang is just making up the numbers. This kid is stupid, he only knows "handsome and handsome" all day long, and he only remembers the words taught to him by such a young man.

In addition to Heiting and Mo Dongfang, Xiaoqiu also went with Luo Bing.

Because Xiaoqiu was originally going to sleep with Second Senior Sister tonight.

Children's welfare is always better.

After arriving in the dense forest, I saw Yang Shu leaning against a tree with his head buried in his knees. The bronze sword of his life was placed aside, and a pair of spotless and clean straw sandals were placed on the sword.

His shoulders shrugged from time to time, but there was no sound.

Xiaoqiu stood behind the second senior sister, looking at this beautiful young senior brother who had just returned to the sect, wondering why he was crying.

The big eyes of the round-faced chick were full of confusion. In her short life, she knew for the first time that some people, or sometimes, even cried without making a sound.

——The great suffering is silent.

Heiting walked to Yang Shu and sat down. He deliberately made louder footsteps as he walked over. Otherwise, he would be walking silently now.

After sitting down, he gently patted Yang Shu's back.

Mo Dongfang didn't do anything, just sat quietly next to Yang Shu.

Luo Bing suddenly felt that he didn't need to say anything anymore. He had been drafting in his mind for a long time, but it seemed to be of no use.

"Why don't you just stay with your junior brother quietly and let him cry for a while." Luo Bing thought to himself.

The round-faced little chicken looked at his senior brothers and sisters, opening his eyes wide, as if he was thinking about something.

"What can I do?" she thought.

Soon, her eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Yes!"

Then, he smiled crookedly.

………

………

Qingzhou, the endless sea.

The four powerful men were looking at the stone bridge on the coast and the dying sword under the bridge.

When Luohe Mountain disappeared between heaven and earth, the sword made a series of sword sounds, which seemed to be sending off the sword owner.

It stands to reason that when the owner dies, the sword spirit of the natal sword should also dissipate into the world.

But this sword has been nurtured by the old man for a lifetime, and it is too powerful.

Coupled with the blessing of the secret method, even if the sword spirit was dying at this moment, the sword was still not directly damaged.

"It can still be used for the last time." The Holy Master glanced at it and said.

As a person in the [Unity of Heaven and Man], her perception of everything is far more acute than the other three.

Although there is no longer any warmed sword energy in the scabbard of this sword.

But the sword itself is ridiculously powerful. If someone can still use it, it will be even more powerful.

They estimated that with the current strength of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, if he could use this sword, he could briefly burst into strength comparable to that of the Ninth Realm.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar took one look at it and said, "I can't use it."

"Huh?" Yin Si, who was taciturn and cherished words like gold, only uttered one word to express surprise.

Her covered face only revealed a pair of lavender eyes, which were full of doubts.

The Saint Master looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Even if you reach the ninth realm, it won't work?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "No."

He added: "My character is completely different from the last sword wielded by Senior Luo during his lifetime. It will not be content to be in my hands."

This sentence has made it very clear. It is not a matter of strength, but a personality incompatibility.

But it makes sense to think about it, Luo Heshan's temperament and the always gentle middle-aged Confucian scholar are indeed two extremes.

Every sword made by the middle-aged Confucian scholar is dignified, neutral and peaceful. Every sword is extremely powerful, but the spirit is restrained and does not reveal its sharpness.

The meaning of Luohe Mountain is too sharp.

After thinking about this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar said: "Junior brother may be more qualified than me."

In his opinion, Ji Changkong is more likely to hold this sword than him.

The four of them no longer discussed the matter, but bowed to the sword of death under the bridge, then turned to look at the endless sea.

"If Qing Emperor's revelation is correct, in the worst case scenario, we only have one year left to prepare." The Holy Master said.

One year is too short.

After speaking, she looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and said, "Are you sure about it within one year?"

The certainty she said was that she would naturally reach the ninth realm.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar thought for a while and then said: "Not necessarily."

Although Luo Heshan's last sword attack was equivalent to opening a gap for the younger generation's swordsmanship.

But through the gap, I could only see the scenery inside.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar is confident that he will reach the ninth realm, but he dare not give an exact time.

The other three people also knew this.

They have practiced hard for many years, and now there is still a certain gap between the half-step and the nine realms.

However, after watching Luo Heshan's Tenth Sword, they more or less felt something in their hearts, and maybe they could gain something.

"Since everyone is here, why not use today to make a decision on the matters that were not discussed last time." The Holy Master suggested.

Although after the last meeting, the middle-aged Confucian scholar talked to everyone, and finally reached a unified opinion, and decided to make the news of the impending catastrophe to the public as soon as possible.

But there are still many details that need to be discussed by these four people.

Then, these will be conveyed to the four sect masters, who will carry out actual operations.

"Okay." Arhat, who was more than two meters tall, nodded.

Yin Si remained silent, but did not object.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar seemed to have remembered something and said, "After we finish our discussion, you two should leave Qingzhou, right?"

"Before leaving, I suggest you two go to Momen and meet a sword cultivator named Lu Chaoge."

Arhat heard this and said: "Lu Chaoge? Even for me, this name has been like thunder in my ears in the past few years."

Yinsi still didn't speak, but nodded, indicating that I did the same.
To be continued...