After the abolition of the cold palace, I just want to cultivate immortals

Chapter 253 Wasted Sword
The hall was silent, and everyone remained silent for a long time, and the headmaster asked everyone to leave with a stiff expression.

Everyone in the sect knew about Xuanze's retreat. Because of Xuanze's status, a piece of hill behind the mountain was his exclusive cave, even the elder Zhangfeng was not allowed to enter without permission.

Every elder of Tianxuanzong has the task of recruiting disciples, except Xuanze, who has only one disciple, not to mention, that disciple is also a supernatural being.

"Master..."

Immediately noticing the familiar fluctuations in the crown of the tree, Qiu Nian pinched the beast's buttocks and rushed to the tallest spiritual tree in the Fallen Forest!

The Land of Falling Forest is one of the three training places of Tianxuan Sect. Xuanze has retreated here for hundreds of years. Qiu Nian doesn't know why Master chooses here instead of retreating in the sect, but Master must have his reasons for doing so.

All the disciples of the sect are envious of her, being able to worship under the elder Xuanze's sect, and she is also the only disciple of Xuanze.

But in terms of aptitude alone, she could barely be considered above-average, and lost to other elder disciples in several sect grand competitions. For this reason, she not only endured the ridicule and ridicule of everyone, but also suffered from low self-esteem and guilt.

For such a handsome and handsome figure as Master, as his apprentice, he has completely disgraced Master, which is simply a stain on Master!

The more this is the case, the more stagnant her cultivation is, and she is almost entangled with demons. Even if she is like this, the master does not despise and blame her, and patiently enlightens her and takes her away from the sect to practice.

Staying away from those criticisms, Qiu Nian's mood suddenly brightened.

Looking at the top of the tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, Qiu Nian's lips curved slightly, his eyes blurred softly, "Master."

Although the master asked her to return to the sect before the retreat, she has stayed here for hundreds of years. Compared with the sect, the place where the master is is more sense of belonging.

Master's exit this time is one step closer to ascension!

Apart from being proud, she was also a little melancholy. With her aptitude, she could catch up with her master in a year of the monkey?She must be very lonely on the day of Master's ascension, right?

The master cultivated the way of ruthlessness, reticent and indifferent, but it was also the master who brought her into the fairy gate to seek the way of longevity.

The hundred years of being together day and night, respecting him, fearing him, thinking of him, thinking of him, facing No. 1 in the fairy world, how can you not be moved?

Qiu Nian carefully concealed the uncontrollable throbbing, the mutual affection between master and apprentice was against the law of heaven and ethics, reason and love were entangled, and the time in Xuanze's retreat did not decrease but increased.

His heart pounded like a deer, and his suppressed yearning flowed like a spring. He couldn't wait to jump up the branch, just wanting to be the first to see Master.

The green branches trembled, and a misty white shadow was printed in the changing light and shadow. The wide-sleeved robe fluttered in the wind, the dark green belt outlined the wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the black hair was fixed at will with only a wooden hairpin. With alienation and indifference.

Qiu Nian's lips trembled slightly, his eye sockets turned red, and his surging emotions found a place, and he couldn't help approaching.

"Master!"

Xuan Ze glanced at her lightly, his face was like a pool of stagnant water, and the creases between his brows disappeared in a flash.

Qiu Niandao: "Congratulations, Master! There has been an accident in the land of Luolin recently. Fortunately, Master has the foresight to set up multiple formations. Since the seal of Fallen Demon Abyss was broken, monsters have ravaged and many towns have suffered. I'm ready to move again..."

Qiu Nian has been avoiding the world for experience, but every once in a while he will go to the town to exchange materials and listen to the news by the way.

The most talked about recently is the matter of Falling Demon Abyss.

"The sect seems to be calling all parties to jointly eliminate monsters, master——"

In order to calm his beating heart, Qiu Nian said all at once, and when he smelled the cool and delicate fragrance from Master, his face flushed, he almost bit his tongue, and inadvertently raised his head to meet Xuan Ze's gaze, he was dumbfounded and speechless.

Xuanze passed her without looking sideways, Qiu Nian was stunned for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Master came out of retreat, why do you feel that your cultivation has not increased but decreased?

What happened?Or did the sect disturb the master's retreat? !
Qiu Nian caught up with Xuanze, and said anxiously: "There are demonic energy invading from the southeast of Luolin Land, if you return to the sect, you'd better avoid it..."

"You go back to the sect first."

Qiu Nian was taken aback by the low and hoarse voice, "Where's Master?"

Xuanze stood with his back under the tree, looking into the distance, there seemed to be a lot of inexplicable emotions in his dark eyes, like catkins floating in the air, chaotic and chaotic.

"But, I..."

Before Qiu Nian finished speaking, the longing figure in front of his eyes had disappeared, and only a lingering fragrance remained on his fingertips.

Xuan Ze fled a hundred miles away, and when he opened his eyes again, the light in his eyes was clear.

What was supposed to come would always come, but the timing came a little earlier than he had calculated, and the accident of the seal of Fallen Devil Abyss disrupted his plan, and he had to leave the level early.

A little bit.

Looking up at the sky, one step away from ascension.

Su Qing became suspicious of Xuan Ze, winked at Fei Lai, and the two went to the barren hill outside the nearest town outside Zongwai.

A formation was laid at the entrance of the cave, and when Su Qing stepped in, Yan Xiu had already woken up.

The thick iron chains of the two arms penetrated the shoulder blades and were fixed on the hard mountain wall, and the legs were hung with heavy shackles. Coupled with the confinement formation at the entrance of the cave, it was difficult to fly without serious injuries.

Seeing the two of them, Yan Xiu was not too surprised, a sarcasm flashed across his eyes.

Fei Lai grabbed the iron chain fiercely, "Stinky boy! You'd better be honest with me!"

Yan Xiu closed his eyes in pain, and many fragments flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern. He was already seriously injured, but after being tossed by Fei Lai like this, he hung his breath, and his realm had already fallen.

Seeing Su Qing frowned, Fei Lai spat and loosened the chain, "A few questions for you, answer honestly, otherwise you will look better!"

Su Qing thought for a moment, and said: "You and Elder Xuanze... Has anyone ever told you that your sword intent is very similar to his?"

His head was throbbing, what did he say?Xuanze?But all sword cultivators know Xuanze, he doesn't bother to compare with others, because it's unnecessary.

But that person is Xuan Ze, so he should be regarded as a high climber?
A well-known sword master, it should be his honor to be compared with him, but there is a voice of strong resistance from the bottom of his heart for no reason——

no, he is not!
His sword intent will not be similar to anyone else!

His sword intent belongs only to him, a unique sword intent!
His thoughts were turbulent, and his veins were swept away. Yan Xiu's eyes were rounded, his mouth was wide open because he couldn't bear the intensified dull pain in his head, and he was panting violently. His whole face was covered with cold sweat, as if he had been scooped out of the water.

The iron chain rattled under the struggle, and Fei Lai was startled when he saw his terrifying appearance, then he grabbed his hair angrily, pulled Yan Xiu hard, and was forced to raise his head, his scarlet eyes were staring straight at him. He stared at Fei Lai.

With a sudden chill in his heart, Fei Lai gritted his teeth, grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall: "Are you pretending to be dead?!"

"Boom" the back of the head was cut, and the massive blood loss caused the brain to turn white. Yan Xiu stared blankly, and saw a tall and straight figure with his hands like swords, and his fingers stood side by side. Draw a lunar arc.

Immediately afterwards, he saw spring flowers, summer rain, autumn wind and winter snow, and with a flick of his fingers, the four seasons changed.

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart.

"Senior brother, this sword move is really beautiful! Did you create it yourself? Did you name it? Or is it called Chunhuaqiuyue?"

A pretty woman in black was holding an oil-paper umbrella with a mischievous smile on her lips. The edge of the umbrella covered most of her face, and he could only see her bright red lips and small chin.

A rush of heat surged from his heart, almost urging him to grab the woman.

"Ji..."

The man's voice was very soft, like a feather falling into the lake, without even a single ripple.

Ji, Ji Rao?

Suddenly, a name came out from the bottom of my heart, a name that seemed so familiar that I would never forget it.

The feeling of spring is gone, only the severe cold of winter remains, the man's voice is colder than ice and snow, "It's just a useless sword."

Just like those useless emotions that will only become stumbling blocks, they should be rationally eliminated one by one, and sword moves that are empty and showy are useless.

Consciousness soaked in boundless pain and sourness, Yan Xiu growled, his eyes flashed a strange red light, the iron chain was pulled away from the stone wall under the frantic pull, and his back was bloody.

Fei Lai's expression changed, Yan Xiu was bewitched!
The next moment, the lingering wind swept across the entire cave, and the sword intent of the four seasons penetrated everywhere. Su Qing settled in place, with a dazed expression, and Fei Lai fell to the ground as if his soul had been sucked out.

(End of this chapter)