Chapter 66

Above the pool, the cold air spreads.

Lin Yun was lying on the bottom of the pool, with long swords soaked in it all over his body.

Can't move, can't speak, can't even open his mouth.

The cold air blocked his vision, making him unable to see anything, and he couldn't help but feel anxious for a while.

Bang!

The violent sound entered Lin Yun's ears, and the debris flew all over the place. It should be that the person who came directly kicked the door.

"Uncle Wang, do you know this old guy? Why do you have to come here? The old guy is in the Qingyun Sect. He is just a waste. He has always been in this broken place and rarely goes out."

It's Wang Ning's voice!

Lin Yun was startled, and when he heard this voice, it was Wang Ning who Su Ziyao had once told him to be careful of.

"Hehe, more than knowing... The scar on my face was left by him. It's just that I haven't seen it for so many years, but I didn't expect that I've become such a waste! Old Monster Hong, do you still recognize me? "

Another dark voice sounded, gnashing his teeth, and the words seemed to have old grudges with Wang Lao.

"The old dog of the Wang family, even if it turns to ashes, I can smell the feces on my body." Elder Hong said indifferently, and his words seemed quite calm.

"The mouth is still as hard as ever! Nephew, you have been lurking in this Qingyun Sect for three years, but you haven't found anything that Qingyun Patriarch took away, maybe it's on this old guy."

"really?"

"not good……"

Hearing an exclamation, the old man walked quickly to Elder Hong's side.

Below the cold pool, Lin Yun couldn't hear the follow-up...he was extremely anxious.

After a while, there was another sound.

"This old guy is really ruthless, he actually has a meridian of menopause!"

"Nothing at all!"

Wang Ning kicked Hong Lao fiercely, but Hong Lao did not react like a dead man.

Lin Yun groaned in his heart, and had a bad feeling.

"Damn, I finally waited for the four great competitions, and all my eyes and eyes were gone. I almost turned this broken sect upside down, and in the end I didn't find anything. I wasted three years here!"

Bang!

Wang Ning slammed his fist on the wall and said very depressed.

"Young master, forget it, maybe the things brought out by Qingyun Patriarch are not in this Qingyunzong at all. You have been quiet in this place for three years, and it is not all bad. At least you stay away from disputes and have a lot of family troubles. Let's go."

"Uncle Wang, help me kill someone before leaving!"

Wang Ning's tone suddenly became extremely firm, and said coldly.

"No, you have to leave after today, or you will be expelled from the family if you don't catch up with the coming-of-age ceremony."

"If you don't kill that sword slave, the tone in your heart is really hard to dispel!"

After a moment of silence, the old man said: "Before sunset, if you can find me to do it. If you can't find it, you must go back with me, just a sword slave, there is no need to delay your future."

"it is good!"

In the pool, Lin Yun's consciousness gradually blurred, and then he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was two days later.

thump!

Lin Yun surfaced and took a long breath, feeling his head buzzing.

I don't know how long I stayed in the bottom of the water, all relying on internal breathing, I woke up dizzy at this moment.

"Elder Hong!"

Lin Yun's face changed slightly, he rose into the air, and saw Old Hong's body lying on the ground at a glance.

Old Hong's face was very peaceful, there was no pain, and his vitality had long since disappeared.

"hateful!"

In the Qingyun Sect, Hong Lao was regarded as him, one of the few relatives and friends who took good care of the original owner.

Even before he died, he saved him.

"Wang Ning, I have to kill you!"

He now regrets that he didn't take Su Ziyao's message before he left to heart.

Su Ziyao stayed long ago, be careful with Wang Ning, there will be a future.

But he only thought that Wang Ning was an unsatisfactory inner disciple, and he never thought that he actually came from a big family and lived in Qingyunzong for three years.

This kind of forbearance alone is difficult for 99% of people to achieve.

Old Hong had obvious signs of being looted, and the entire Xijian Pavilion was also searched. Wang Ning seemed to be looking for something else.

Could it be Mr. Hong's painting for himself?

Lin Yun didn't have time to think, picked up Hong Lao's body, and walked towards Qingyun Back Mountain.

In a remote jungle ten miles away from Qingyun Peak, there is an empty tomb, which was dug by Mr. Hong himself.

Two years ago, Mr. Hong brought Lin Yun here once, and when Yan Dao died, he would bury him here.

At that time, Lin Yun would only treat Mr. Hong as joking.

Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty tomb and slowly put down Elder Hong's body.

With a long sigh, Lin Yun began to dig the grave.

After dredging with bare hands for a long time, I saw the exposed coffin and jumped down to open the coffin with a sway.

In addition to a few iron nails, the coffin actually had a letter.

Lin Yun thoughtfully opened the envelope.

"Little guy, when you read this letter, I must be dead. No matter how I die, don't be too sad, you may not think that I have lived for hundreds of years, and your Qingyunzong's The founders of the sect lived in the same era..."

Seeing this, Lin Yun was slightly shocked.

The Qingyun Sect has existed for more than three hundred years, which means that Elder Hong is at least three hundred years old?

"Back then, after your ancestor Qingyun established his foundation, he traveled around the world. I was fortunate to know him, and after a few deep friendships, we became close friends. Thirty years ago, he and I were daring and decided to take a risk and go to the tomb of Nandi."

"Everyone in the tomb of the Emperor Nandi lived a long life. I came out with a wound. After he came out, his vitality was almost cut off. He and I brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword..."

"Before his death, your ancestor Qingyun asked me to hand over the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So he traveled through mountains and rivers, came to the Qingyunzong of Tianshui Kingdom, and handed the sword to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants have ordinary aptitude, and I haven't seen the origin of this sword. It's just a grass and wood sword that has lost its aura, and I don't know where it was thrown."

"I was seriously injured at the time, and I thought about staying in Qingyun, and by the way, I learned about the secrets in the painting. Unfortunately... Nandi is Nandi after all, and he and I should not move the Nandi curtain rashly."

"After 10 years of comprehension, I finally got a glimpse of the mystery in the painting. But what I could see was the endless evil spirits of Huangquan coming towards my face. When the sword light slashed the evil spirits, it also destroyed my martial arts. At that time , I knew that my life was not long..."

Seeing this, Lin Yun was puzzled, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why is the picture Hong Lao sees different from what he sees.

He also saw the sword light, but he was not injured, and the evil ghost of Huangquan that Mr. Hong said was no trace.

The rose flower scroll is really foggy.

Just when you thought you were about to comprehend, you realized that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Looking at the burial sword on the ground, Lin Yun pondered, was it the sword that Patriarch Qing Yun took from the Southern Emperor Curtain?

Fate is amazing...

When the two of them risked their lives, the sacred relics taken from Nandi's tomb ended up in Lin Yun's hands after tossing and turning.

Continuing to read, Elder Hong did not instruct Lin Yun too much to tell him not to delve into the Rose painting.

Perhaps in Elder Hong's view, with Lin Yun's realm, he would never be able to comprehend the mystery.

If you don't understand, you won't get hurt.

But he specifically told him not to think too much about Su Ziyao.

After reading the letter, Lin Yun had mixed feelings, and Mr. Hong had indeed been pessimistic about his own death.

For the adventures of the year, it is full of remorse.

Southern Emperor... Who would this Southern Emperor be?

Lin Yun couldn't help but be curious, but unfortunately the letter did not explain it in detail, he must be a great person.

After receiving the letter, Lin Yun placed Elder Hong's body in the coffin.

After carefully sorting out the remains, the coffin was covered and sealed with iron nails.

After half a sound.

Looking at the re-sealed tomb, Lin Yun knelt down and kowtowed three times.

When Lin Yun returned to the sect, the sunset was setting, and the afterglow was thick.

He asked someone to inquire, only to find out that two days have passed.

Wang Ning has disappeared, someone told him that Wang Ning had been looking for him two days ago. No one in the entire sect now knows where Wang Ning went, as if the world had evaporated.

"I will find you!"

With a flash of murderous intent in Lin Yun's eyes, he made a promise to himself that he would absolutely do it.

In the wooden house, the white flowers in front of the table are already in full bloom.

For half a month, under the watering of Yin Lingjue, the white flowers in the pot have been blooming like blood.

The scent of flowers is tangy and delicate.

Take out the ancient sword box in the storage ring, and the moment it is opened, a cold air blows.

Without saying a word, Lin Yun took off the petals and covered them all over the sword box.

When the layers were covered, and the fragrance of the flowers was already strong and refreshing, the burial foil was solemnly put in.

In Lin Yun's hands, the sword in the tomb of Emperor Nan was only just beginning to show its brilliance.

It is far from being comparable to the glory of the year.

Fortunately, Lin Yun already knew how to maintain this sword, as long as it was nourished with the fragrance of flowers, it would regain its glory sooner or later.

At the beginning, I bought the Inspiration Technique and the Ancient Sword Box for the present.

Closing the sword box, Lin Yun said softly, "It's time to leave."

After the four great competitions, Lin Yun has always had the urge to leave.

Fortunately, he calmly suppressed it and spent half a month digesting the battle experience of the four great competitions.

Now that Hong Lao has passed away, he has no worries in Qingyun.

Whether it was to find Su Ziyao or to avenge Hong Lao, he should go.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yun chose not to see the Sect Master.

Just leave a letter and leave without saying goodbye.

After simply showing his feelings, Lin Yun wrote the letter and put it on the table.

"Good weight!"

The back of the sword box is a little heavy, but Lin Yun's physique is still strong.

The foundation laid by the Blood Transformation Pill and the Heart Nourishing Pill, coupled with the continuous nourishment of the Linglong Qiqiao Pill.

Let him only rely on the strength of the flesh to carry it with ease. He needed a heavy sword box that several people carried that day.

Dressed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Lin Yun went down the mountain silently.

After leaving the mountain gate, he looked back at Qingyun with a soft light in his eyes.

Take a look at it again, and then you will only be able to remember it in a dream.

When he turned to take a step, a voice stopped him.

"Junior Brother Lin, stop!"

Looking back, I saw Bai Yufan, the young sect master, with a smile on his face, leading a violent blood dragon and horse.

"Little Red!"

The moment he saw the blood dragon horse, Lin Yun showed a look of surprise on his face. After the battle with Ma Tian that day, he fell into a coma.

I have never seen this blood dragon horse, I thought it was too wild and ran away.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to have been raised in Qingyunzong.