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Chapter 163 The Sword-carrying Boy
Lu Qingming took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions, and then said to Huanbao: "Before meeting this person, everything is just speculation.

We will make our judgement after we meet her.”

Huanbao nodded, and suddenly remembered something, and reminded: "Master Qingming Sword Immortal, now that the Emperor is living in seclusion here, he completely regards himself as a mortal.

When I contacted him, I used a mortal identity. If you come to see me, it is best to make up a secular identity. "

"I see."

The more powerful a person is, the weirder his temper is. Lu Qingming is not surprised at all.

After thinking for a while, he said to Huanbao: "Then when we go in later, we'll have this agreement."

"I've seen Miss."

Xie Lian looked at Huan Bao, put down the pen in his hand, and said with a smile: "How come you have time to come here today?"

Huan Bao said respectfully: "I met a friend on the road, and heard of your name, so he came with me to visit you."

"Oh."

Xie Lian set his sights on the person behind Huan Bao.

In fact, Xie Lian noticed him when he came in.

This is a middle-aged man with ordinary looks, wearing a green robe, with clear eyes and a pair of sword-like eyebrows that are quite eye-catching.

Xie Lian was very interested when he saw this person. This person's temperament seemed to be
"Isn't this a swordsman?!"

Xie Lian blurted out.

Lu Qingming immediately nodded respectfully and said, "Miss, you have a keen eye. I am Lu Qingming, and I am a swordsman."

"Kill one person every 10 steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the work is done, leave, hiding your identity and name."

Xie Lian looked at Lu Qingming and secretly admired him in his heart: "This is probably the person described in this poem."

"Why did Mr. Lu come to Mayfly this time?"

Xie Lian asked.

Lu Qingming's expression changed, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "Qingming came here without getting rid of the demon, but when he arrived in this world, he learned that one of the two demons died and the other escaped, and now he is chasing the one that escaped.

It was by chance that I had the opportunity to meet the young lady."

Is the Emperor testing me?

Lu Qingming thought to himself that it was a good thing that he had already thought of an excuse, so he told the emperor the truth and told him that he had come here by "fate", it was all coincidence, and he had no special purpose.

"A green shirt and a three-foot sword, subduing demons and protecting peace"

This poem is probably a true portrayal of Lu Qingming.

Lu Qingming and Huanbao were stunned when they heard this, but Xie Lian said "Huh" and asked in confusion, "Where's your sword, Lu Xia? Don't you have it with you?"

Lu Qingming was stunned and realized that he had missed this point.

He wanted to disguise himself as a secular swordsman, but he forgot to take the sword out of the storage bracelet.

At that moment, Lu Qingming blushed and stammered, "My sword"

Xie Lian smiled and said to Lu Qingming, “Since we are destined to meet today, I will give you a sword.”

what? !

Lu Qingming was stunned on the spot.

Did he hear it right? The Emperor wanted to give him a sword? !
Before Lu Qingming could come to his senses, Xie Lian had already emerged from the inner room holding a sword.

This is a platinum-colored long sword with a smooth blade and a blade as sharp as water. It looks quite cold and dignified.

This sword was also made in the Infinite World of Mountains and Rivers and States, combining the innate cloud energy of the bronze tripod. She has many similar swords, and they are of no use to her at all.

The black sword didn't seem impressive enough, so she picked out the most beautiful one.

The so-called gift of a sword to a hero probably refers to the current situation.

Xie Lian smiled and handed the sword to Lu Qingming, saying, "What do you think of this sword?"

Lu Qingming stared at the long sword in front of him, and the sword intent in his bones and flesh seemed to be stirring.

The first moment he saw the sword, he felt the peerless yet restrained sharpness contained in it.

This sharp intention made his sword heart tremble, and he almost couldn't help but kneel down.

Suddenly, Lu Qingming's pupils shrank, and he saw two small words engraved on the blade of the platinum-colored sword - Jin Jun.

Turning it over, there are two small words again - Tai'a.

Jinjun Tai'a!

Jinjun Tai'a!

This is the Jinjun Tai'a sword that was carried by His Majesty the White Emperor back then!
That person in front of you.
It must be the White Emperor of the West, one of the four great emperors of the ancient fairyland!

Lu Qingming's heart was shaken, and at the same time, a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind.

When Baidi gave him a sword, it certainly was impossible that he was really giving him his own sword.

He doesn't deserve it and doesn't dare to accept it!

So, what Baidi means is
Lu Qingming suddenly had an epiphany and everything became clear.

"His Majesty the White Emperor wants to allow me to be her sword-carrying boy!"

A boundless excitement and ecstasy rose from Lu Qingming's heart.

He couldn't control himself for a moment, and he knelt on one knee on the ground with a plop, and said excitedly and tremblingly: "Thank you, Miss, for your help!"
Xie Lian quickly reached out and helped Lu Qingming up, saying with a smile, “It’s okay, you are worthy of this sword.”

"It's okay, you deserve this sword."

When Lu Qingming heard Xie Lian's words, he couldn't help but feel even more excited and delighted.

Is Baidi praising his swordsmanship? !
How could Lu Qingming deserve such praise from the White Emperor and be chosen by him to be the sword-carrying boy under his command?

For him, this is truly a supreme opportunity and fortune!
Throughout the ages, there have been countless sword cultivators who have reached the level of Lu Qingming, but how many are qualified to serve the White Emperor and become his sword-carrying boy? !
"Fate, this is what Baidi means by true 'fate'. My fate with Lu Qingming..."

Lu Qingming stood up excitedly, and carefully took the sword handed to him by Xie Lian with piety and fanaticism.

Jinjun Tai'a.

Ranked seventh on the Xuantian Immortal Treasure List, the most supreme, honorable and precious Western Gengjin Baidi Sword.

"I hope this sword can help Knight Lu, so that he can go further on the road of slaying demons and monsters in the future."

Xie Lian said with a smile.

Does Baidi mean the demons in the demon world?
Lu Qingming murmured in his heart, but of course he responded respectfully: "Qingming will not let the young lady down."

Xie Lian nodded slightly, feeling quite good.

Lu Qingming held the sword in both hands, still with many doubts in his mind.

So he asked carefully and tactfully: "Young lady, you are so talented, why do you live in seclusion here?"

This is also the question that Lu Qingming wants to ask most.

With the cultivation level and qualifications of this person in front of him, no one among the Immortal Emperor-level monsters in the fairy world can match him. Why does he pretend to be a mortal and live in seclusion in the lower world?
Is it really a spontaneous act, or is there another plan?

Xie Lian was slightly stunned when he heard Lu Qingming's words. This sentence suddenly touched some sad parts of his heart. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "The road ahead is cut off, and I can't go home."

The road ahead is blocked? There is no home to return to?

When Lu Qingming heard these two sentences, his heart moved.

He naturally knew what the second half of the sentence meant. The ancient fairyland had long ceased to exist. As one of the four emperors of the ancient fairyland, Emperor Baidi naturally became a homeless poor man.

But the first half
The road ahead is cut off? Is Baidi talking about the path of cultivation? Or what kind of road ahead?
Lu Qingming was at a loss for words, so he could only say respectfully, "If the young lady can use Qingming in any way, Qingming will be willing to serve you at your service."

Xie Lian smiled.

How can you help with this?

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky with a slightly melancholy and lonely look.

When Lu Qingming saw this, his heart was suddenly shaken.

Baidi Wangtian
He got it! He understood!

The White Emperor should be planning to restore the ancient fairyland!
Fairyland, Chixiao Sect.

The tranquility and peace of the past were broken, and countless Chixiao Sect's human immortals, earth immortals, and celestial immortals all broke out of the sect at this time, and sat in various positions throughout the sect, frantically mobilizing all their magic power to maintain the operation of the sect protection formation.

In the eyes of all the disciples of the Chixiao Sect, they saw with horror an indescribable black shadow frantically attacking the protective formation outside the Chixiao Sect.

The crimson light shield continued to tremble violently under the attack of the indescribable black shadow, causing waves and looking shaky.

If not for the joint efforts of all the disciples and elders of the Chixiao Sect, this formation might have been broken days ago.

However, the current situation is like drinking poison to quench thirst. Once the spiritual power of the formation is insufficient and the formation is broken, the black shadow outside will inevitably rush in and massacre everyone in the Chixiao Sect.

"It's no good. Let someone else take over while I recover my spiritual power."

In a corner of the formation, an old monk with red eyebrows and a rather majestic face shouted palely to the back, then withdrew his magic power and retreated.

One of the people sitting cross-legged behind him immediately stood up and took his place.

The red-browed old man immediately sat down and opened his storage bracelet to take out a elixir to restore his depleted spiritual power.

However, he had only taken two pills and his spiritual power had just recovered a little, but his face turned ugly.

He tipped over the jade bottle containing the elixir in his hand, but ended up empty.

After a careful investigation, he realized that he had almost used up all the recovery pills on his body.

Just when the old man with red eyebrows was at a loss, a gentle voice came from the side.

"Have you finished the pills? Take mine first."

The red-browed old man turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged cultivator from the same sect, who was handing him a bottle of pills and looking at him with concern.

The old man with red eyebrows blushed and hesitated, "How can I do this..." "Hey, you take it."

The middle-aged monk casually put the jade bottle into the hands of the red-browed old man and said seriously, "Now that the sect is facing life and death, there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

The red-browed old man looked serious and nodded, saying, "Brother is right. It was my fault for being sentimental at a time when the sect was facing a life-and-death crisis."

After saying that, the old man took the pill and swallowed it on the spot, quickly recovering his spiritual power.

When his spiritual power was almost restored, the old man opened his eyes and thanked the middle-aged monk first.

The middle-aged monk waved his hands and said with a wry smile: "Why thank me? If I can't get through this calamity, then there's no point in me keeping these pills..."

When the old man with red eyebrows heard this, his expression became a little gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, I really don't know why so many ancient monsters suddenly appeared in Shangliang Province.

As soon as he was born, he started to attack those of us small sects and devour us to recover his cultivation.

It's like I am the fish on the chopping board."

The middle-aged monk consoled him, "It is the law of nature that the strong prey on the weak, that's how it is, you can't blame others.

The sect leader has already sent people to seek help from the great figures at the level of Immortal Lords. I hope they can come to our aid as soon as possible.

But it's not just our Shangliangzhou. Many ancient beings have appeared in Shangqingzhou, Shangyouzhou and Shangjiuzhou recently, which has made the Immortal Kings and Emperors very anxious.

I don't know if we can hold on until some big shot comes to help us.

Alas, this great change in the world, how can it be said that it has come about..."

The old man with red eyebrows sighed heavily and said nothing.

The middle-aged monk then sighed, "However, there are ancient demons and evil spirits appearing frequently, and there are also powerful beings beginning to show themselves.
It can be considered a combination of disaster and risk. "

The old man with red eyebrows asked curiously, "What do you mean, Senior Brother?"

The middle-aged cultivator replied, “Hasn’t there been a great figure from the ancient Immortal Court era in Shangjing Prefecture recently? She is very famous and is called the Queen Mother of Fengtian. Her strength is comparable to that of a top Immortal Lord.

With just a call, many sects and forces came to join her.

An ancient powerful man of unknown origin also appeared in Shang Youzhou. He killed seven or eight evil demons in a row and made Shang Youzhou a household name.

There is also a small sect in Shangyangzhou, which is said to have obtained the handwritten manuscript of a super powerful person. It looks ordinary on the outside, but when it is opened, a shocking sword energy rushes out, directly crushing an old demon of the fairy king level into powder.
It's really enviable."

The old man with red eyebrows was originally listening attentively and nodding his head, but when he heard the words "copybook", "ordinary", "handwritten manuscript by a super powerful person", etc.

Suddenly, the whole person was stunned, and his heart skipped a beat and he was stunned.
"Brother, what did you just say? A small sect in Shangyangzhou got a handwritten manuscript from a powerful person, which exuded a terrifying sword energy that crushed an old demon of the Immortal King level into powder?!"

The old man with red eyebrows asked again in disbelief.

The middle-aged monk nodded and said, "Yes, this story has spread widely. It is said that the calligraphy was circulated from the human world.

That sect was in the same situation as we are now. The sect encountered a great disaster, and then a disciple took out the calligraphy, and the disaster was immediately averted. "

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the black shadow outside the protective formation that was about to cover the entire Chixiao Sect, and sighed, "What a pity, that sect has a powerful calligraphy to ward off disaster, but our Chixiao Sect does not have this luck..."

The old man with red eyebrows didn't listen to the rest of the middle-aged monk's words. His heart was pounding wildly and there was only one thought circling in his mind.

No way, it can't be such a coincidence?!
The red-browed old man’s spiritual consciousness reached into the storage bracelet. In the corner of the storage space, an ordinary piece of calligraphy lay quietly there.

The old man with red eyebrows stared at the calligraphy, not knowing whether to take it or not, and stood there for a while.

The middle-aged monk next to him noticed his abnormality and asked in confusion, "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah? Oh oh..."

The old man with red eyebrows seemed to have just woken up from a dream, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he smiled bitterly and said, "It's okay, it's just that I also got a copy of calligraphy from the human world some time ago, and I was wondering if it was the handwritten manuscript of the great man that Senior Brother mentioned."

"what?!"

The middle-aged monk was shocked when he heard this, and said hopefully, "Is there such a thing?! Take it out and have a look!"

The old man with red eyebrows nodded, took out the calligraphy from his storage bracelet, and said, "But I must have been wrong. The person who sent the calligraphy said that the person who wrote it was a peerless master who lived in seclusion in the human world, and he also had two Xuantian fairy treasures in his hands.

One is the Luqi Fairy Harp, and the other is the Ancient Relic Sound.

I think the ancient relics are in the hands of the Immortal Lord Leiyin. Everyone in the fairy world knows this. It is impossible for the Immortal Lord Leiyin to suddenly run to the lower world and then write a copy of the calligraphy and send it up.

That’s ridiculous.”

As the old man with red eyebrows was talking, he suddenly noticed that the middle-aged monk's expression was getting more and more strange. He couldn't help but stop, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the old man with red eyebrows with a strange look and said, "Leiyin Immortal Lord has been in meditation for nearly ten thousand years, and the ancient sound has long disappeared in the immortal world.
you do not know? "

The old man with red eyebrows was stunned for a moment.

Then, four pairs of eyes from the two people looked at the seemingly ordinary calligraphy in their hands, took a deep breath, and their bodies trembled slightly.

The middle-aged monk winked at the red-browed old man frantically.

Open it, open it quickly and take a look!

The old man with red eyebrows slowly reached out his hand towards the copybook, his heart beating rapidly.

At this time, a loud noise was heard in the sky.

"Rumble--"

The two men looked up suddenly and discovered that the sect protection formation had been breached at some point. A huge hole appeared on the red light shield, and indescribable black shadows continuously drilled in from the hole.

"The sect protection formation has been broken!"

"Master! Call the Master!"

"The headmaster is seriously injured and is still in seclusion!"

"Has the Immortal Lord who asked for help not arrived yet?"

"It seems that God wants to destroy our Chixiao Sect!"

There was a sudden chaos in the field, and all the disciples of the Red Sky Sect knelt on the ground in despair, looking up and wailing.

The old man with red eyebrows was still staring blankly at the black shadow above his head, when the middle-aged monk next to him suddenly came to his senses.

"Hey, I'll do it!"

He snatched the calligraphy from the Red Eyebrow old man's hand and quickly opened it.

In an instant, it seemed as if an invisible wave spread out from the copybook and spread throughout the venue in an instant.

Time seemed to have stopped in this brief moment, and everyone stood still with expressions and movements that were either desperate, dull, sad, or terrified.

The rapidly spreading black shadow also stopped.

Only a piece of calligraphy slowly floated up, as if it was the center of heaven and earth.

Then, the copybook trembled slightly.

"Whoosh-"

The huge sound of wind broke the frozen time, and everyone in the field woke up as if from a dream, and turned their heads abruptly to look around.

I don't know when, a vast expanse of white appeared between the sky and the earth (bgbc).

Like a rising tide.

The sound of the wind became louder and louder, gradually turning into the sound of a tsunami.

The vast expanse of white approached, and everyone could see clearly
“Fairy spirit! Where does so much fairy spirit come from? It has all turned into a sea tide?!”

Some people shouted out in disbelief and horror.

Even the indescribable black shadow in the sky was stunned.

Everyone watched helplessly as countless amounts of immortal energy turned into a tide and swarmed in, all converging at one point.

After seeing that clearly, everyone's pupils contracted, some of them couldn't believe it.

It's a copybook of calligraphy.

But this seemingly ordinary piece of calligraphy absorbed all the vast amount of immortal energy like a whale without leaving a single drop.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was stunned and hadn't reacted to what was happening.

The copybook suddenly emitted a bright light, and endless shocking sword energy was released from it, as if it wanted to exhale the immortal spirit energy it had just swallowed in one breath.

The calligraphy almost turned into a small sun, so dazzling that everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly.

There seemed to be an extremely shrill scream ringing in my ears.

"No, this is impossible! Aa ...

The screams soon disappeared and the white light gradually dimmed.

Everyone slowly adapted and looked up again.

The evil and indescribable black shadow in the sky disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

The majestic sword intent enveloped the heaven and earth. Ten huge characters hung high in the sky as if written by the sky. They made all of them tremble in their hearts and kneel down involuntarily.

"Hold the sword and slay the demon leader, and restore the peace of mind to the sky."

In a corner of the Scarlet Sky Sect, a middle-aged cultivator knelt on the ground, his face filled with excitement and ecstasy, muttering, "Yes, it is the calligraphy of these ten characters.

Junior Brother Chimei, I now remember the name of the sect that also owns this copybook of calligraphy. It is the Fanyin Qin Sect.

Haha, this is God blessing my Chixiao Sect, oh no, this is a powerful being blessing my Chixiao Sect."

The old man with red eyebrows stared blankly at the words "Ling Jue Cang Tian" in the sky, muttering, "Really, it's actually true. What Xu Chifeng said was actually true."

The Chixiao Sect's shocking phenomenon was clearly visible within a radius of ten thousand miles, alarming countless unknown beings.

A slender figure who was rushing towards the Chixiao Sect suddenly stopped, looked at the shocking vision in the distance and the terrifying sword intent that made him tremble with fear even though it was thousands of miles away, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It seems I have come here for nothing."

This person stared at the strange vision and sword intent in the sky above the Scarlet Sky Sect with a complicated look, and sighed softly: "Which giant is behind this?"

With a sigh, the slender figure bowed in the direction of the Chixiao Sect, saluted, and then turned and left.
(End of this chapter)