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The disheartened Jian En concentrates on managing the Jianlun Mountain Jian Pavilion, which is becoming increasingly prosperous, and the disciples of Jian Pavilion from the four gates and three halls gradually fill the empty seventy-two peaks. For a time, only clouds and waterfalls were accompanied by

The sword energy of Kunlun Mountain is like the wind of the four seasons.

One year after Jian Han left, a woman named Hongluan came to the 72nd Peak of Kunlun and said that she wanted to meet the head of Jiange.

Of course, no one can enter and exit the Jiange, which is different now, at will. Without the permission of the guardian of the mountain gate, a demon woman named Hongluan fought and broke into the mountain gate.

Hongluan, who had been waiting for many years, still broke into the top of Jiange Kunlun under the sword forest of countless Jiange disciples.

Everyone saw her walking into the Kunlun Pearl Star Pavilion where the head of Jiange was resident.

But since then, no one has ever seen the sad and beautiful woman in red clothes named Hongluan go down the mountain.

...

"What happened later?" Luo Changfeng couldn't help asking in the carriage that was driving on the bumpy mountain road but running very smoothly.

As everyone knows, the ancestor of Jiange only has two disciples in his life.

That is the star-gazing old man who has been crazy for many years and the famous leader of the star-gazing star-gazing pavilion in Kunlun.

Luo Changfeng has never heard of the names of Jian Entropy and Jian Enthusia.

If the story recalled by the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan is true, Luo Changfeng guessed that the brothers Jian En and Jian Han were the real names of Star Piercing and Star Gazing.

"After Hongluan climbed Kunlun Mountain and entered Zhaixing Pavilion, she never came out again. Until five years later, the heartbroken Jian Han returned to the master's sect alone!" As if recalling the pain, the expression of the old man who watched the star began to appear.

It became a little cold, and there seemed to be countless stars falling in those empty eyes.

...

Jian Han's sudden and desolate return naturally alarmed the ancestor who had rarely been concerned about worldly affairs and Jiange affairs.

The ancestor of Jiange cherished his disciples and then brought Jian Han to his disciples again.

A star-gazing pavilion was formed opposite the Kunlun Ding Star Picking Pavilion.

No one mentioned the woman named Qingluan again.

The names of Qingluan and Hongluan were quietly forgotten by the world, and there will be no phoenixes wandering around the corners of the sea.

The junior brother who was just for love has been abandoning the sword path for many years. He once relied on Kunlun Mountain. With his evil sword path talent, he defeated the calm, down-to-earth, hard-working senior brother who studied hard. So that the competition between the two brothers was between the two.

Sword, he tried his best to reveal half of his flaws to fulfill the experience that his senior brother had been looking forward to going down the mountain day and night.

However, after returning to the master's sect many years later, he was nowhere near as good as the senior brother in Zhaixing Pavilion.

Fortunately, his talent for swordsmanship has not been eliminated.

Although the sword heart is destroyed, it can be recast.

Jian Han, who turned a blind eye to the external affairs of the Pavilion and only wanted to reshape the sword heart, took a hundred years to finally reach the last threshold of the path of cultivation.

Nanxian Seven Stars once again stood shoulder to shoulder with the Seven Star Dragon Abyss.

That year, the Tianji Pavilion commented on the magic weapon list, Nan Xian ranked second only to Longyuan.

Jian Han, who was hurt by love for a hundred years, finally had the strength and qualification to find the truth.

He opened the door to accept disciples.

Jiange thus derived a star-gazing faction.

One year the soul of the ancestor of Jiange returned to the Nine Heavens.

The 72 peaks of Kunlun Mountain never come and go between Zhaixing Pavilion and Star Gazing Pavilion, which never come and go, began a hundred years of encounter.

In the two lofts built on the top of Kunlun, the pillar of Tongtian is the backbone, the stars in the sky are the pavilion lamps, and the seven constellations of the blue dragon, white tiger, vermilion bird, black trunk, and black trunk are the masters who have never met for a hundred years.

Brothers shook each other.

"The junior brother has always had a question in his mind, and I want to ask the senior brother to solve his doubts."

"My junior brother is now unique in the world in the swordsmanship, and there are still doubts that he has never solved?"

"All things in the world can be learned, but only the word "love" is difficult to understand in this life. The senior brother has no desires and no desires, and he can just talk about it."

"My junior brother, please ask."

"In the past, Qingluan broke into Jian Pavilion alone. Countless disciples of the Seventy Two Peaks saw her enter her senior brother's star-picking attic. Now hundreds of years have passed. Have you ever thought about letting her go?"

"She has long been freed from the suffering world, so how can she talk about freedom?"

"You killed her?" Jian Han's voice became cold in an instant, and the sky above the Star Gazing Pavilion was covered with dark clouds and thunder flashed.

"When I first met at the Cape, I said that Long Yuan could kill demons, but also demons. Is it just a demon girl who was fascinating the hearts of Qin and Chu. Can't I kill them?" Jian En's expression was still as calm as before.

The sword intent was burning in Jian Han's eyebrows and eyes, and the dark clouds in the night sky seemed to burn in an instant.

That night, the confrontation between Zhaixing Pavilion and Star Gazing Pavilion caused a rare wonder scene in the world to appear in the dangerous and handsome Kunlun Seventy-Two Peaks.

No one saw the two swordsman saints taking action.

There is no sword intent and sword light tore the clouds apart.

Countless stars fell that night.

It seemed as if the rain hit the beach and made a Tianchi pool, the Tianchi pool on the top of the Star Fallen Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

So much so that after the soul of the Sword Pavilion ancestor returned to Jiuyou, several ancient swords hanging in the sky were left behind, and they fell into the Tianchi Lake.

After the Demon Sect was destroyed, countless flowers grew from the Tianchi Lake of Xingyue Peak.

Huanhua Pond became the veritable sword tomb of Jiange!

...

The old man who starred in the star game told his story, which was also the story of Jiange.

The star-gazers in the story are not as rumored in the world. The two disciples of Jiange Patriarch turned against each other in order to compete for the position of leader.

The truth of the story comes from the saint of the demon clan on the shore of the cape, and from the heart of the sword that looks proud of the world but is empty and lonely.

Silence fell into the carriage.

Luo Changfeng lifted the curtain of the carriage and watched the carriage enter Tianyong City at the foot of the 72 peaks of Kunlun Mountain.

The city of Tianyong, which is rare for practitioners to come and go on a daily basis, is already a crouching tiger and hidden dragon.

In addition to the many forces coming to hear the news, many sword holders dressed in Kunlun disciples can even be seen patrolling the city.

Luo Changfeng put down the curtain of the car and looked at the star-gazing old man who was extremely sloppy all over his body and could not see any saint style at all, and said, "Senior has finished telling the story, and junior has finished listening to the story. Whether it is cultivating swords or swords, my brothers

Both of them are already in Tianyong City at Kunlun's feet. They want to come to make green plums, brew wine, wash flowers and wash swords. Even if they don't care about their own thoughts, they have to do with themselves."

Luo Changfeng has no choice.

His and his senior brother's cultivation level at the level of the soul are now among the younger generation in the world. Few people can surpass him.

Although the future of the world is in the hands of the younger generation, it is not his turn to give advice on the Taoist theory in this world.

He, who was in the same car as the saint, only by obeying all his plans can he save his and his senior brother's lives.

He didn't think that the star-gazing old man would care about the sparse old feelings in the Bodhi Academy. Even in Bodhi City, he and Xueer and others saved the life of the crazy old Taoist Yi Xingchuan.

"I dared to ask, what can my brothers and brothers do when they come to Kunlun?"

The stargazing old man who has been mad for thousands of years will naturally eliminate the grudges of thousands of years. The sword that draws the Milky Way is the best proof.

It was just the grudges and hatred between saints, and Luo Changfeng could not think of what role he could play in this Kunlun.

The wind lifted the curtain of the car, and the old star-watching man looked up at the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun, whose spiritual energy was lingering outside the city and whose sword energy was endless, and said with a relaxed sigh: "Get the sword for the old Taoist, get four swords."