Chapter 1873： Daxian is crazy?

Several elders were puzzled and wondered why the white-haired Taoist reacted so fiercely.

The sword stele in the middle of the dojo, but the holy sword totem of Tianzhu Mountain, has a very sacred meaning.

That strange young man in white robe yelled wildly under the holy sword, it was really rude!

Even if several elders saw that Zhibai and Shouhei followed behind the white-robed youth.

Everyone can guess that the young man in white robe may be the descendant of the Sword God.

But in the eyes of everyone, since it is the descendant of the Sword God, they should be in awe of the Sword God and the Holy Sword.

However, the white-haired Taoist is the leader of Tianzhu Mountain.

He didn't even get angry, and he didn't speak to the young man in white robe, but showed the intention of protecting him.

This made everyone even more puzzled. How could Huanglong Daxian react like this?

Just as the elders were surprised and wondering secretly, the white-haired Taoist hurried to the middle of the dojo.

His expression is very complicated, full of expectation, but also a little uneasy, his eyes are fixed on the white robe figure.

After a short period of ten breaths, everyone came under the sword monument that was thousands of feet high.

Zhibai and Shouhei recovered and hurriedly saluted everyone.

"Meet Daxian and the elders!"

The two bowed respectfully, and then stood aside, waiting for orders.

Ji Tianxing's mood gradually calmed down, turning around to look at the white-haired Taoist and several elders.

When he and the white-haired Taoist looked at each other, both of them had their pupils shrinking slightly, and there was a flash of brilliance in their eyes.

Especially the white-haired Taoist, his body was shocked, his eyes widened, and he let out a low growl in his heart.

"It's him! It really is him! It's definitely a master!

That look, that momentum, that look... absolutely the same! "

The elders all came to Tianzhu Mountain later, and they did not see the Sword God.

But the white-haired Taoist is the guardian and major disciple of the sword god, and he is very familiar with everything about the sword god.

Even after a lapse of thousands of years, he can clearly remember the look and breath of the sword god, every move.

At this moment, hot old tears welled up in the old eyes of the white-haired Taoist.

He could no longer contain the excitement and sorrow in his heart, and he bent down to Ji Tianxing and bowed deeply.

"Unscrupulous Huang Long, pay homage to Master!"

Since the Sword God left Tianzhu Mountain, Huang Long has been thinking of Master for more than a thousand years.

Especially after the news of the fall of the sword **** spread, Huang Long was even more distraught.

But he kept in mind the teacher's teachings and shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding Tianzhu Mountain, no matter how sad he was.

No one knows how hard he has endured over the past thousand years.

No one knew how much the news of the fall of the sword **** had caused him.

Suddenly seeing the teacher respecting the students and appearing in front of him again, this is tantamount to turning the world back and going back in time.

The longing and remembrance that lasted for thousands of years completely lost his mind.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the day when he first ascended Tianzhu Mountain 1,500 years ago to apprentice the sword god.

Therefore, when he is in agitated mood, he will do the discipleship in public.

His deep bow contains too many feelings.

Except for himself, only Ji Tianxing can understand.

Zhibai and Shouhei were dumbfounded on the spot, staring at Taoist Huanglong dumbfounded, their eyes full of shock.

The five elders were also dumbfounded, staring at Daoist Huanglong dumbfounded, and couldn't help letting out an exclamation.

"Daxian! What are you doing?"

"Daxian, get up quickly, you have admitted the wrong person!"

"That is the descendant of Sword God!"

Several elders began to remind Taoist Huang Long, and even two elders quickly reached out to help him up.

But the Taoist Huanglong is a martial sage, he doesn't move, keeping a bowing posture, who can lift him up?

Ji Tianxing also looked at him with complicated eyes, and looked at his old and white robe, his waist-length white hair and old face, and his mood was quite heavy and emotional.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, suppressed the complex emotions, and smiled and said: "Huanglong, I haven't seen it in a thousand years, how is your Yujian Heart Sutra practiced?"

If you didn't give instructions for the teacher yourself, you wouldn't be slacking off again, would you? "

Ji Tianxing's voice was gentle and calm, but there was a sense of coercion from Yuan Zhen Yuezhi.

When Taoist Huanglong heard this very familiar voice, his body trembled, and tears filled his eyes, and old tears were running.

When he practiced with the Sword God 1,500 years ago, it often took a long time before he saw the Sword God.

Every time I saw the Sword God, the Sword God would ask him about his cultivation.

Especially in the last twenty years, the Sword God would always ask him about the progress of the Yujian Heart Sutra cultivation.

But Yu Jianxin Sutra is an extremely advanced kendo, and his progress in cultivation is very slow.

When he saw the Sword God, he was afraid of being scolded by the Sword God, and even more afraid of disappointing the Sword God.

Since the Sword God left, he thought he would never hear these words in his life.

But he didn't expect that after a thousand years, he heard the familiar sentence again today, and it was not bad.

He lifted his sleeves to wipe away the tear marks on his old face, and replied with a trembling voice: "Master Qi, the disciple has already penetrated the first seven layers of the Yujian Heart Sutra, and now he has reached the eighth layer!"

Ji Tianxing smiled with relief, nodded and said: "Yes! The seventh floor is the biggest threshold. Once you enter the eighth floor, you can hide the sword in the void and travel thousands of miles..."

The two people, the old and the young, are really like masters and disciples.

The five elders, Zhi Bai, and Shou Hei had already looked at them blankly, and they were all speechlessly stunned.

Everyone's expressions and eyes are very strange.

But no one dared to speak, interrupting this weird scene.

Several elders looked at each other, shook their heads and talked in grief.

"Oh...Poor Daxian misses his master so much, he actually regards that man as his master!"

"Crazy! All crazy! Daxian is so confused, even that kid is going crazy!"

"Can't let them go on like this anymore. If the disciple in the door sees it, how will they behave?"

"Yes! Daxian is the only surviving martial sage on Tianzhu Mountain and our mentor, so we must not let him be insulted and teased like this!"

"That kid was so rude to be a descendant of Master Patriarch... It's really disappointing!"

Just as several elders were discussing in secret, Ji Tianxing had already raised his hand to support Huanglong Taoist.

Taoist Huanglong looked up at his face, his old face was full of excitement and respect.

Ji Tianxing looked at him kindly and smiled and said: "Well, now you are a thousand-year old monster who has become an immortal and an ancestor. How can you lose your demeanor? Don't let the juniors read jokes.

Regardless of the situation in Tianzhu Mountain today, once the teacher has returned, he must eliminate the enemy and regain his glory! "

Taoist Huang Long nodded repeatedly, and said with a firm tone: "Huang Long has known for a long time, and has always firmly believed that such a god, Master, will never fall!

You are destined to cross the world, dominate the world.

Even after thousands or thousands of years, you will eventually return! "