Chapter 6 Master - Old Man Guarding the Tomb

In the ancient and simple hall, the buildings stand in succession, and the ancient and reckless atmosphere seems to be able to permeate from every small object in these halls. As soon as you enter the hall, you can feel the breath of a long-lasting flood. In it, he seemed to be in the vast land, the ground roared and shook, and the giant beasts roared in the distance.

He was shocked at one time.

He remembered the words of the amethyst macaque, thought of the strangeness and mystery in the hall he said, and told him not to care about anything he encountered, don't listen, just go straight to the main hall. Xiaoyao looked solemn and did not dare to look at the vast land in front of him again. In ancient times, he closed his eyes and walked forward.

The heart is strong.

I am not moved by external things. If he is strong, I will be strong. I am as solid as a rock.

The world seemed to have calmed down in an instant.

Xiaoyao's body and mind were in a waveless state of the ancient well. According to the previous direction, his feet slowly ran on this slightly dilapidated mountain road and gradually went up in the direction of the main hall.

He has too many doubts in his heart.

Why did Jiuxiao Jianzong accept himself as a disciple, and why the most powerful sect in the ancient times of Zizhu's population was the scene he saw in front of his eyes. Why didn't I see a disciple of the Jiuxiao Sword Sect except for the amethyst macaque? Everything is full of mysteries, waiting for you to solve it.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop.

With the official opening of the sect, the outside world has been surging. The powerful figures in reality in the past also appeared in front of him, mastering a stronger strength than himself. Xiaoyao can completely imagine that if he enters the world again in the future and does not reach a certain strength, in the face of those enemies in the past, his own The ending may only be repaired.

This is definitely not what he would like.

Step on~

There is a quiet around, with unique footsteps and gentle footsteps.

It seemed to be more than ten points, and it seemed to be a long time. The wind roared in Xiaoyao's ear. He opened his eyes, and there was only an extremely magnificent hall in front of him. In front of the hall, two-meter-long stone monuments stood on the stairs in front of the hall. Looking around, there are hundreds of stairs, each of which is a hundred stele on a dozen meters long.

The fonts on the stone tablet are surrounded. Xiaoyao wants to see it clearly, but he can't see the fonts recorded above.

"Come in"

In the surprise, the old voice suddenly came from the hall.

Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He immediately thought that the old voice might be the master he had not yet met. With a slight pause, he directly crossed the stone tablet and walked inward through the magnificent gate of the hall.

The old man in blue robe sat with his back to his back.

The whole hall is full of simple and green pillars, except for the old man and the huge offering in front of him, there is nothing. But at the moment of stepping into the hall, Xiaoyao suddenly felt a sense of tranquility coming. In it, his mind seemed to be inexplicably relaxed, and his whole body was a little ethereal.

This feeling...

Xiaoyao's brain suddenly shook: "This feeling is quite similar to the empty state of the day!"

Yes.

is that the state of emptiness is similar. Although it is not so obvious, Xiaoyao believes that if you practice in this hall, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

" From now on, you are the ninth generation disciple of my Jiuxiao Sword Sect, ranking ninth."

The old man slowly stood up and turned around. His long white beard swayed gently, and his green robe was added, but his face was like a dead man without a trace of dead wood. He was extremely indifferent. He looked at Xiaoyao, pointed to the futon on the ground, and said, "The portrait on the platform in front of you is the ancestor of our Jiuxiao Sword Sect. If you kneel down, it will be a gift."

A light tone, without a trace of expression.

If it weren't for what the old man said that he really wanted to join the Jiuxiao Sword Sect, he would never believe that the old man who was extremely cold to him in front of him was his master.

He suppressed his doubts, knelt on the futon according to his words, and kowtowed three times at the top.

But when he looked up for the first time, he was stunned.

"This?!"

There is indeed a portrait hanging on the platform, but the portrait is as white as snow, and there is no so-called ancestral portrait at all, which makes him a little confused. He made three bows and nine knocks in a row, and then slowly stood up behind the old man.

"My name is the old man guarding the tomb."

"It's also your master. In the future, you will be one of my nine disciples, ranking the last."

Xiaoyao nodded in response.

"What do you don't understand?" The old man looked at Xiaoyao: "If not, I will take you to choose a mountain peak as your practice."

"Yes!"

"Master... Master."

The first time I called, Xiaoyao was still a little uncomfortable. After a slight pause, he looked up and asked, "Master, why didn't I see any other disciples except the amethyst macaque after entering the Jiuxiao Sword Sect?" Also, why did the master accept me as an apprentice?

"I hope the master can solve the puzzle."

The college's self-cultivation and numeracy in August, Xiaoyao's killing surname, which was almost printed in the bones, gradually converged and restrained. Usually, things began to calm down gradually. When I was close to ordinary people, I just seemed a little indifferent. If he had faced the blood butcher in the past, he would not have asked such a question at all,

And this may be the biggest gain in the college.

The old man guarding the tomb glanced at him faintly: "The second question, you will know it later, and the first one to ask me, I can tell you now that there are only ten people in the whole Jiuxiao Sword Sect at present. Except for me, there are your nine brothers! This is the fixed number that our Jiuxiao Jianzong has maintained for ten thousand years. Whether in the past, present or in the future, it will only be ten.

"The amethyst macaque you just saw is your eighth brother, and he is also a disciple of the sword sect in addition to you and me in the whole sect at present."

"Now, do you still have doubts?"

The old man asked again.

This time, Xiaoyao's head was a little confused and he subconsciously shook his head.

The impact of what the master said made his head confused. He was still a little confused for the time being. When he heard the words of the old man guarding the tomb, he shook his head slightly to say no.

"Good!"

The old man who guards the tomb waved his arms again, and the lights and shadows appeared in front of the two people. He pointed to the illusory mountains and said coldly, "The center of this is the Jiuxiao Sword Master Peak, Jiuxiao Peak, and on the outside of it is distributed around the nine peaks, which are called Zixiao Peak, Yunyu Peak and Fengming. Peak, Kongyan Peak, Blood Dragon Peak, Xiaoyao Peak, Wanhuo Peak, Yaoyang Peak, Dead Wood Peak. At present, except for the amethyst macaque staying in Kongyan Peak, there are no other peaks. You can choose a peak at will to live in, and everything is up to you!"

"Choose one!"

After saying that, the old man guarding the tomb stood still and looked at Xiaoyao, waiting for him to choose.

"Nine peaks."

Xiaoyao fixedly looked at the illusory mountains in front of him. While being surprised by the old man guarding the tomb, he thought carefully while his eyes turned. For a moment, he decided to choose which one.

He pointed to the Unreal Mountains and smiled, "Then I choose this Xiaoyao Peak. My name is Xiaoyao, but it is predestined to me, so I will choose it."

"Happy Peak..."

"Good!"

The old man guarding the tomb still looked calm. He took a deep look at Xiaoyao and nodded and agreed, "I'll call Amethyst and let him take you to the Xiaoyao Peak."

I didn't see how he behaved. After a while, the amethyst macaque gradually appeared outside the hall.

He stepped over.

The old man guarding the tomb said coldly, "Amethyst, you take Xiaoyao to Xiaoyao Peak."

"Good master!"

The amethyst macaque grinned and came to Xiaoyao.

"Brother Eight, please."

"Hey hey, you are my younger brother. Now I'm not the youngest." The amethyst macaque looked very excited, regardless of the old man who had sat down again. With Xiaoyao, he stepped out of the hall and flew out.

"Remember a little."

"You can go to most of the places in Xiaoyao Peak, but you don't want to go to Leiyuan."

In the hurricane, the familiar sound of the old man suddenly sounded in Xiaoyao's ear. He looked back in surprise, but he could not see the shadow of the top hall of the main peak Jiuxiao Peak, and only the huge mountain appeared in front of him.

"Lei Yuan?"

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