Chapter 120

The outside world, the rapid loss of time, a day, two days that blink.

"It's been ten days, brother. Why hasn't he come out yet? Won't there be any accident?" There was no rain in the night. He looked worried. Then he gave his mouth a hard slap, and his saliva gushed: "bah! Pooh! Pooh

"Well, you all go to have a rest. Elder brother said that before entering the inner palace, I hope everyone can break through to ziyupin, and don't let elder brother wake up disappointed." There is no sword at night to spread the message of humanity.

"Here I am." Not waiting for other people to speak, night no tears curl mouth stubborn way.

"I'm here with no tears." The night without regret patted the shoulder of the night without tears, and the color of worry appeared in his eyes.

"I'll wait here for my brother to come out, too." All the people said in unison, but they didn't want to leave.

Yewujian shakes his head and doesn't know how to persuade people. After all, yewuxie's position in his heart is beyond anyone else's ability. However, some things can't be done by his spirit.

"Well, the second elder brother, the third elder sister, the eighth younger sister, the tenth younger brother and I are here, and other people are going to practice. As soon as something happens, I'll call you to come here. If the elder brother still doesn't come out for half a month, you'll guard in turn. Although I know everyone cares about the elder brother, we can't let him down and break through the purple jade cultivation as soon as possible." The night has no breeze to urge to say immediately.

However, people are still reluctant.

"The fifth brother is right. The elder brother said that let's have a good understanding. There is no movement now, and we can't waste time. Besides, this is Zijin villa, and no one can break in." One side of the night no cloud also advised to say.

"Let's do it like this. And if there's no wind, you'll go too. You must have had a deep understanding last time. You can't waste this opportunity." Night without sword nods, but this is a good way.

Then they all nodded slightly, and then the four people stayed. They all worshiped Jinlan. Yewuye was the eldest, yewujian the second, and so on. Yewuying and yewuwu ranked the ninth and the tenth, and the tenth was yewuwu.

The others left immediately and began to practice in their respective rooms.

Dayan palace, in the imperial library.

Yi Xiaotian sat at his desk. At this time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared two feet away from the desk, kneeling on one knee, "Lord."

"How?" Yi Xiaotian did not look up, still looking at the memorial in his hand, but his face was very gloomy.

"Tianyingwei, three people died, seven people disappeared, and their whereabouts have not yet been found out." Said the shadow.

"Keep asking." Yi Xiaotian said in a deep voice that he didn't look up from the beginning to the end.

"Yes The shadow flashed and disappeared in the study.

Yi Xiaotian then slowly put down the fold in his hand. With a flash of cold light, he breathed and chanted: "three people died, seven people disappeared? Why did they lose four of them? Are they all dead? "

Yi Xiaotian frowned, then shook his head and said in vain: "no, there is a feeling that it is different from the disappearance of the other three blood marks. It should be that three people died, six people disappeared and one person betrayed."

Indeed, as Yi Xiaotian thought, three of the ten people of tianyingwei died, six of them were captured by yewuye, and Tianjia betrayed him and changed his name to jiatianxia. As a result, the blood imprints in his body disappeared. As for the remaining six people, they were all imprisoned in Zijin villa by yewuye and used by yewuye to study the mysterious skill of burying the blood sea.

Immediately, Yi Xiaotian took a deep breath, looked up at the sky and said with a sneer: "zongmen? Do you really think I know nothing about Yi Xiaotian? It's a pity, three years, three years at most! Father, my son is going to avenge you

Zixia city is in the main courtyard of Yanjing University.

"Uncle, did you call me here this time?" A purple robed man looked at the old man opposite and said that the purple robed man's face was firm, and there was a kind of deep and wise in his indifferent eyes.

"Yuquan, this time I call you here, I have something to tell you, cough." the old man coughed, and a black blood gushed out.

"Uncle, you The purple robed man was surprised and quickly helped the old man. It was obvious that the purple robed man was Yuquan. Compared with five years ago, he was much quieter. However, the old man was the leader of Yanjing University.

Hanlin waved his hand slightly, with a faint smile on his face. He looked very indifferent, as if he didn't put it in his heart. Looking at Yuquan, he had a kind look. "Don't worry, uncle knows his body."

"Who was it then?" In Yuquan's eyes, a trace of killing intention flashed, roaring: "uncle, who hurt you then?"

The head of the Hanlin mansion shook his head slightly: "forget it, it doesn't matter who it is, what matters is"

"how can it be that it doesn't matter, if you were not seriously injured, how can you be so old, how can you stay in ziyupin for more than 20 years with your talent, and how can you be silent for 20 years in the name of Wuchen sword!" Yuquan suddenly roared, tears rolling and flow.

At that time, Yuquan was only two or three years old, but he was full of worship for his uncle. Yes, no dust sword!

Twenty years ago, the Imperial Academy was only 267 years old. Ziyupin, who was 267 years old, was already regarded as the most gifted talent when he looked at the western wilderness. Few people could compare his talent with him. For a moment, he was able to break away from the dust with one sword. No one of his contemporaries could match him. However, who knows that twenty years later, the dust-free sword is old and dying.Although he is old now, you know, his real age is less than 50 years old. Even ordinary people are middle-aged. Besides, he is still a master of purple jade. However, Wuchen sword is so lonely and lonely.

Looking at the old and thin Hanlin in front of him, how can Yuquan's mood be controlled? The hero of that year is already in the twilight. Yuquan has asked many times about the person who attacked the Hanlin in that year. However, Hanlin always smiles and doesn't want to bear the heavy burden. I can't help but think of Yuquan's tears.

"Oh, clean sword?" Hanlin laughs at himself, which is lonely and desolate. However, when his eyes stay on Yuquan, there is a flash of light, "child, cough"

"don't talk." The jade spring immediately draws a voice way.

Hanlin waved his hand and said with a smile, "it's OK. My uncle knows that he has a long time to live. You don't have to worry about it. I'm calling you this time, but I want to ask you about it."

Yuquan wanted to say nothing, but Hanlin continued: "what do you think of the throne of Dachu?"

"As long as my uncle can be restored, what is the throne of Dachu?" Jade spring trembles a voice way, "the child already sees open, the heart is not in the throne, the world is big, the good boy should have ambition in all directions."

"Good, good, good," Hanlin even said three good words, showing a trace of satisfaction, "you can think so, uncle is very pleased, originally did not want to tell you, want to let you flat light life, is also a kind of happiness and contentment, but, in recent years, everything you see in my eyes, your cultivation talent is not as good as people, but with their own perseverance has become like Today's achievements, I know that the eagle will fly high one day. "

"Uncle, you Yuquan couldn't speak for a moment.

Hanlin big column Yuquan, continued: "listen to uncle said."

With that, Yuquan went to the wooden table beside him. On the table was a long box made of thousand year old red sandalwood. The top layer was not dyed. Obviously, it was often wiped.

Hanlin slowly picked up the long red sandalwood box, holding it in one hand, and slowly opening the lid in the other hand. There was a flash of memory in his eyes. Yuquan did not look at the long red sandalwood box, but looked at Hanlin all the time. In vain, his eyes lit up, as if he saw the past dust-free sword galloping all over the world. The momentum of looking down at the world appeared in Hanlin's thin body .

"Son, although my uncle has looked down on everything, he is still reluctant to give up," Hanlin said as he opened the red sandalwood box. "The most reluctant thing is you and your mother. When your mother married the first emperor, although I objected, your mother was too stubborn, and my uncle couldn't give up your mother in the end. However, now it seems that you can have your nephew, I'm also glad that my uncle hasn't given you anything for more than 20 years. I'll give you the thing that accompanies me all my life. "

"What's this?" The jade spring trembles a voice to call a way, the vision suddenly turns, surprised looking at the thing in the hand of the Han Lin.

"No dust sword!"

Yuquan exclaimed in surprise, and saw a long sword with cold light in the hand of Hanlin, emitting faint light. The sword body was not a bit of dust, and it looked extremely fierce, as if everything could be cut off. The cold light was cold, but when the sword body burst into the hand of Hanlin, it was a faint shiver.

"Old man, in my hands, you are humiliated. Your name should not be buried in the dust, but let the world sing for you." Hanlin trembled, with some blood in his eyes. However, the smile was very sincere.

Yuquan trembled. He didn't know what Hanlin thought. He wanted to give him the dust-free sword. He immediately stepped back and cried, "no, uncle, the dust-free sword is always your dust-free sword, and he will only sing for you!"

"Ha ha," the Hanlin said with a kind smile, "a good sword is really only worthy of a hero. Although you are not a genius, you can be regarded as a talent. In the future, you will also be a hero. Dust free is in your hand. I believe you will not be insulted."

"No, I can't." Yuquan quickly refused.

"Take it!" The Hanlin said in a deep voice, and then waved his right hand, a cold light across the sky, straight toward the jade spring.

Yuquan was surprised, and his figure retreated quickly. He had a strong resistance in his heart. "No, it belongs to my uncle. No dust only belongs to my uncle. I can't pick it up, I can't pick it up."

"Poof!"

The cold light crossed Yuquan's shoulder, and a blood sword shot into the void. The Hanlin was slightly satisfied.

"No dust, no spirit. I have recognized you as the Lord. Don't insult him." Hanlin said solemnly.

Yuquan was stunned, and then his face was shocked. Looking at the shimmering dust-free sword in his eyes, he felt as if he was connected by blood. He was dust-free, and dust-free was him!

Yuquan took a step forward, his eyes were indifferent, as if he had changed a person, and his right hand slowly grasped the handle of the dust-free sword.

"Yiyin!"

As the cold light flashed by, Wuchen sword made a light sound, as if it was very cheerful. Yuquan's face was solemn, and he fell to his knees in vain, and said solemnly, "uncle, don't worry, I won't disgrace the name of Wuchen!"

Then, Yuquan kowtowed three times in a row.Hanlin slowly picked up Yuquan and said with a smile, "I'm happy that there's a lord in Wuchen."

"However," immediately the Han Lin's face solemnly said, "although the name of the sword is dust-free, you should be more dust-free in your heart. This time, you can enter the inner palace."