Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 315 The Confession of the Elder Holding the Sword
"Nephew Song, do you know why Elder Holding Sword did this?"

At this point, Feng Zhen also stopped, looked at Song Qing, and asked a question.

"I don't know, but since the elder holding the sword did this, there must be some deep meaning."

Song Qing looked as usual, bowed his hands respectfully to Feng Zhen, and said so.

"Well, I didn't know that at the time, and I wrongly blamed him for it."

Seeing Song Qing like this, Feng Zhen couldn't help but nodded in satisfaction, then stroked his long beard, and continued to Song Qing:

"It wasn't until our five great immortal sects made a unified decision, and the eve before our Wanjian sect was going to send you to Xuejiabao and Wansuo Town, that the sword-wielding junior came to Wanjian hall to look for me, and I didn't know the real purpose of his decision. It's a good intention!"

As he said that, Feng Zhenlao's eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and then his face darkened.

On the other side, Song Qing couldn't help but feel tense when he heard Feng Zhen say this, thinking that it must have something to do with his going to Xuejiabao.

"The elder holding the sword personally invited Ying to lead the team to Xuejiabao. Originally, the old man didn't want to let the junior brother holding the sword go, but seeing that he was so determined, he just agreed."

Feng Zhen didn't know about the conjecture in Song Qing's heart. He restrained his sadness at this moment, and said to Song Qing again:

"However, just as Junior Brother Holding Sword was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said to me, Nephew Song, guess what Elder Holding Sword said?"

Having said that, Feng Zhen stopped again and looked at Song Qing.

"Forgive me for being ignorant, I really don't know."

There was a flash of light in his eyes, Song Qing thought for a while, and then said to Feng Zhen.

"Junior Sword Holder said: 'Let's go now, if the old man can't come back, pass on the old man's inheritance to that kid Song Qing, didn't he bring back the jade slip to our Wanjianmen? rewarded...'"

For Song Qing's answer, Feng Zhen was not surprised, and then he repeated the words of the elder holding the sword, saying:

"After saying this, the sword-wielding brother paused again, and then continued: '...Of course, I didn't fall so easily holding the sword. If the old man comes back, the old man will personally inherit the inheritance for that kid. .'"

"thump!"

A muffled voice came, and Song Qing fell to his knees with tears in his eyes, and then called out in the direction of Xuejiabao.

"Master."

After seeing this scene, Feng Zhen nodded in satisfaction, as if he was a little happy.

However, Song Qing knew that when Feng Zhen nodded his head slightly, there was an imperceptible flash of brilliance in the old eyes, and then he restrained himself.

At the same time, Song Qing didn't even know that the original words of the elder holding the sword were not the same.

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Dozens of days ago, Feng Zhen sat cross-legged with the elder holding the sword in the Wanjian Hall.

"Junior Brother Sword Holder, you have really made up your mind, and you should know that this trip is very dangerous! And you have to face a junior this time, which is even more dangerous!"

There was silence in Wanjian Hall for a long time, until Feng Zhen's eyes flashed faintly, which broke the silence.

"Of course the old man knows the danger of this trip, but the Xue family's Tianquan sword is very important to our Wanjianmen, so don't be careless. Although the execution strength is not bad, the old man is still a little worried."

Hearing Feng Zhen's words, the eyes of the elder holding the sword flashed, his face became gloomy, and he said coldly:
"As for that kid Song Qing, he is left to fend for himself. If he can bring the Heavenly Power Sword back in the future, the senior brother in charge of the sect can pass on the Qinglong inheritance to him. With his character, he will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future."

As he said that, the elder holding the sword raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sneered, his body couldn't help trembling, and a sharp sword energy shot out, even more decisive.

"However, if he doesn't bring back the Heavenly Quan Sword, and returns alone, he will kill him. After all, this son is very likely to be the dark son of Wanku Biluo. He would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go."

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Song Qing didn't know the truth of the matter, after hearing Feng Zhen's repeated "the words of the elder holding the sword that day", Song Qing's heart surged, and he already recognized the elder holding the sword as his master.

"Okay, Nephew Song, it's good to have your heart set in. We will enter the Hall of Four Elephants now, and let you inherit the Qinglong inheritance."

When Song Qing finished kneeling three times and prostrating nine times to worship the master, Feng Zhen helped Song Qing up, and at the same time said in his mouth:

"Originally, he was supposed to do things like this, the sword-wielding brother, but now his life and death are unknown, so the old man has no choice but to replace the cook."

After all, Feng Zhen wanted to lead Song Qing into the Hall of Four Elephants.

"Sect Master."

But just as Feng Zhen was about to walk towards the Four Elephant Hall, Song Qing stopped and called out.

"What's the matter? Nephew Song, do you have any questions?"

Seeing Song Qing, he didn't follow him as he expected, Feng Zhen couldn't help frowning, and asked Song Qing kindly.

"Master Fengzhen, if you dare to ask Master if he has disciples, if so, please let them inherit it. After all, disciples don't even have apprentices, so they inherit the inheritance of Master and his old man, will it?"

Seeing Feng Zhen frowned slightly, Song Qing couldn't help but tighten his heart, and he also knew that Feng Zhen was definitely not happy now.

But after hesitating for a moment, Song Qing bowed to Feng Zhen and said so.

Asking Song Qing to abandon this Qinglong inheritance like this, Song Qing was reluctant to give up, but in his heart, he also had his own plans.

After all, Song Qing has already inherited Tianlang's inheritance, and if he inherits another one, there will be some contamination, and Tianlang's inheritance cannot be fully utilized.

And since Song Qing has already inherited Tianlang's inheritance, there is no need to cause trouble for a Qinglong inheritance.

"Hehe, what's the matter with the old man? Martial nephew Song, you don't have to worry about this matter. Since the sword-wielding brother has been obsessed with the way of the sword all his life, he has never passed it on to others, so even if nephew Song doesn't want to!"

Seeing that Song Qing was originally worried about this matter, the haze on Feng Zhen's face dissipated immediately, showing a smile, and said so to Song Qing.

"How could the disciple be unwilling? It's just that I'm worried, so I..."

Hearing what Feng Zhen said, Song Qing knew that this time, even if he really didn't want to, he couldn't do it, so he bowed his hands to Feng Zhen again and said so.

"Okay, that's good, let's go in."

Nodding his head with great satisfaction, Feng Zhen said three "good" words in a row, and seemed to be a little impatient between the words.

"Yes."

Seeing Feng Zhen's appearance, Song Qing couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little puzzled, but still agreed.

Afterwards, Song Qing followed Feng Zhen and entered the Hall of Four Elephants together.

(End of this chapter)