Chapter 548

Fifty years later, Yunzhou went to the north.

March is the season when grass grows and warblers fly.

But within thousands of miles of muchun mountain, it is a dead look.

Looking ahead, either the dry vegetation or the bones of wild animals are filled with a repressive atmosphere.

At this time, more than a dozen figures flew from the air, and then fell on the top of muchun mountain.

There were more than a dozen people in this line, half male and half female, who looked young. Except for the woman in purple, the others were all dressed in white robes, with a long sword on their back, and a very conspicuous black word was embroidered on their sleeves.

This is the first sect gate in Yunzhou and the symbol of xuanjianzong.

More than ten people in this line are the disciples of xuanjian sect.

"Uncle Du! Uncle Han, didn't they set out before us? Why can't they see a figure after looking for it more than ten times?" one of the male disciples worshipped a woman at the forefront.

Miracles have appeared here in muchun mountain, which has already alerted all forces in Yunzhou.

As the head of the immortal gate in Yunzhou, xuanjian sect naturally sent people to investigate. This line of more than a dozen people is the second batch.

"Elder martial sister Han, since she said so, she must come back and wait!" the woman who led the group said coldly without looking back.

After listening to her tone of voice, the male disciple was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and stepped back involuntarily.

"You rest in place, I'll go ahead and have a look!" the woman standing in the front said again. Then, regardless of how the people behind you responded, she walked down the mountain.

The rest of the disciples breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that uncle Du left.

"Uncle Du is such a beautiful person, but he is too cold and ignores everyone." the previous male disciple shook his head and complained.

"I heard that uncle Du used to have a good temper. It was only because of the relationship of an elder in our sect that he gradually became like this." a female disciple said leisurely aside.

As soon as she talked about the gossip of the beautiful martial uncle, all the young disciples were interested and said, "Oh? What else? Would you like to hear it?"

As soon as the female disciple saw the people asking, she was interested, cleared her throat and said: "In fact, I don't know much about this, but I heard that it seems that there is an elder in our family who is uncle Du's sweetheart. It's just that the elder went down the mountain to Zhongzhou 50 years ago. After that, he had a vague voice and didn't even send back a message. Over time, uncle Du's temperament gradually changed like this."

Hearing her saying this, a group of disciples on one side suddenly realized.

The disciple who spoke first turned his eyes for a long time, and then said, "I said... The sect elder won't come for so many years, should he have died in Zhongzhou?"

When the problem came out, everyone looked at each other, then nodded and said, "I think it's almost the same. Martial uncle Yu once went to Zhongzhou two years ago. He said that Zhongzhou seems to have experienced a great catastrophe in recent years. Many large doors have been destroyed overnight. I think most of the elder has already died."

He said this, and the others nodded one after another.

Indeed, although the life of practitioners is extremely long, it is still very unusual that there is no news for more than 50 years.

Therefore, their speculation is not unreasonable.

But just then, a little girl standing alone at the end of the crowd gave a heavy cold hum.

The crowd was stunned when they heard the sound. The former male disciple frowned and asked, "what's the matter? Younger martial sister Lu has something to say?"

The younger martial sister Lu in his mouth looks only 13 or 14 years old, but her breath is more calm than others.

Hearing the other party's question, little sister Lu didn't answer. After glancing at the crowd, she ran after uncle Du in the direction of leaving.

"Cut, I entered the sect two years later than me, but I always looked superior!" the male disciple said.

Another disciple on the side sighed and said, "who makes others strong enough? Their ghost sword liuben is one of the strongest schools of xuanjian sect. Lu Xiaoyue is the most gifted among contemporary disciples. Even the sect leader treats her differently. What can you do?"

After hearing this, the disciple was still dissatisfied with the boss, but it was really hard to say anything else. He could only hum twice and ignored it.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyue had walked in the air, and in the twinkling of an eye he caught up with Uncle Du who stopped at the foot of the mountain.

"Martial uncle!" Lu Xiaoyue shouted at a distance.

After hearing Lu Xiaoyue's voice, uncle Du turned his head slowly.

She is no one else, it is Su Moyu's old knowledge of the xuanjian sect, Du Ziyi.

More than 50 years have passed since Su Moyu left xuanjianzong, but years have not left too many traces on her face.

At first glance, she is still a 17-year-old girl, but what is different from before is that there seems to be a lot of vicissitudes in her eyes.

"Xiaoyue, why are you here?" Du Ziyi asked with a frown.

"I don't like listening to the gossip of senior brothers and sisters, so I came to see you!" Lu Xiaoyue said with a smile.

Du Ziyi over there nodded and said, "well, come with me."

As soon as Lu Xiaoyue heard that Du Ziyi followed her, she immediately smiled happily and fell behind her. She whispered, "martial uncle, can you tell me the story of our ghost sword flow?"

Hearing her question, Du Ziyi slowly turned her head and said, "just ask your master about your ghost sword flow. Why ask me?"

Lu Xiaoyue smiled awkwardly and said, "because I want to hear about Uncle Su, and my master started late and didn't see Uncle su. I don't dare to talk to master Tai, so I can only ask you."

Du Ziyi looked up and down at the little girl in front of him, smiled with interest and said, "are you so interested in him?"

Lu Xiaoyue nodded hurriedly and said, "of course, according to master, martial uncle is the first expert in the history of our ghost sword flow. Although I haven't seen him, he is my idol! I heard from my classmates that uncle Du has a relationship with martial uncle su... So you must know a lot about him!"

Hearing Lu Xiaoyue's question, Du Ziyi smiled bitterly. After a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "that was decades ago..."

Then she told her story of that year, and Lu Xiaoyue, who was listening to Du Ziyi, began to shine gold in her eyes.

They walked along the dilapidated mountain road for a long time until Du Ziyi finished his story.

Lu Xiaoyue over there is still a picture of more than enough.

"And then?" she asked excitedly.

"Then......" Du Ziyi just wanted to continue to say, but she was shaken by a white light in front of her eyes.

"Be careful!" she exclaimed, stretched out her hand and pulled Lu Xiaoyue back out.