The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen sorted out their clothes and went to the main peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect. The main peak was not as magnificent as it was later. It was just a main hall. Xuan Hua was sitting on the first seat of the main hall, and there were a circle of people sitting next to it. Qin Zichen recognized that they were all master-level figures who either ascended or lived in Nanshan to cultivate. A thousand years later, the Heavenly Sword Sect had two tribulation stages, three Mahayana stages, seven integration stages, and eighteen out-of-body elders, making it the largest sect in the cultivation world. However, at this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect only had Xuan Hua in the fusion stage, and the other six people were no match for Yuan Ying. These six people changed to be the masters of the six peaks later, that is, the master of the six junior brothers behind him.

At this moment, except for Bai Fuchen, the six brothers and sisters did not enter the door, and Bai Fuchen was only able to enter the late stage of foundation building, standing respectfully behind Master Bai Ning.

Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen walked in, and after giving a big salute to everyone, Xuan Hua smiled and patted the futon beside him: “Qing Xu, Liu Hui, sit here.”

After the two took their seats according to Xuanhua’s instructions, Xuanhua sighed: “Qingxu, Liuhui, the two of you have just returned to the sect, I’m afraid you don’t know the situation, this seat will tell you first. A few days ago, I found five spiritual veins in Wanku Valley with the four factions of Xingyunmen, Huanyin Palace, Yijianmen, and Hehuan Palace. The spiritual veins have just been formed, and the spiritual energy is strong. Our five factions plan to move the spiritual veins. When I arrived at my own sect, I didn’t want to accidentally disturb the Lingxiao faction and Xiuhuagu during the pulse-shifting process. These two factions are big sects. There are four elders in the Qiaoqi period, and the two factions plan to **** this spiritual vein back and divide it equally. Now that the spiritual vein has not been fully integrated with our Heavenly Sword Sect, these two factions have suffered a lot, and they are afraid that they will bring people back to fight again soon. .”

“Dare to ask the sect master, how long will it take for the spiritual veins to be completely integrated?”

Qin Zichen rubbed the long sword in his hand, Xuan Hua sighed, shook his head and said, “This is our difficulty. It will take a hundred years for this spiritual vein to form completely.”

“So everyone, we must speed up our practice and keep this spiritual vein for a hundred years. Can you have confidence?”

“We sword cultivators, when we are strong, we will be strong, we will use these people as sharpening stones to sharpen our swords and our hearts!” Bai Ning laughed, and everyone in the room laughed. Xuan Hua was not very optimistic, turned his head to look at Qin Zichen, and sighed: “Qing Xu, although you are Nascent Soul, but after my observation, your sword intent should be above the fit. monk?”

“Yes.” Qin Zichen nodded.

After receiving Qin Zichen’s answer, Xuanhua felt relieved, turned his head to look at Liuhui, and showed a gentle smile: “Daoist fellow Liuhui, your Xingyun Sect is known for your formations, and you have the ability to be one enemy and ten thousand. The current situation is still good. I don’t know. Can you look at the face of Qingxu, stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect for a while, and help my Heavenly Sword Sect?”

“Senior invites you, how dare you shirk, but if Xingyun Sect is in trouble…”

“My Heavenly Sword Sect is self-confident and will not embarrass fellow Daoists.”

With Xuanhua’s assurance, Su Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, and Xuanhua added: “This mountain protection formation was built by my friends when I was founded, and yesterday I saw that Liuhui’s little friend was quite accomplished in formations. Little friend, can you be sure to change the formation, and to what extent can you change the formation?”

“If the Heavenly Sword Sect is willing to change Liu Hui’s formation for fifty years,” Su Qingyi had a lot of experience in the talisman formation, and smiled slowly: “Liu Hui is confident that he can change the Hushan Dao who is able to resist the calamity period. array.”

Upon hearing this, Xuan Hua showed an excited expression: “If this is the case, I would be very grateful…”

“But the younger generation has something to ask for,” Su Qingyi took the opportunity to hold hands and said, “If the sword sect’s spiritual veins have been obtained today, they must demand themselves according to the standards of the major sects. The younger generation wants to seek a peak for Qingxu as a dojo. There is an independent line under the name of Zong, I wonder if it is okay?”

Hearing Su Qingyi’s words, Xuanhua nodded and said seriously: “This time is different from the past. For example, today Jianzong should recruit disciples widely and become independent peaks. Not only Qingxu, fellow juniors,” Xuanhua glanced at everyone and smiled. Said: “It’s better to choose a peak each and start building peaks and accepting apprentices.”

Saying that, Xuan Hua laughed loudly: “My Heavenly Sword Sect should also have the appearance of a big sect.”

“Senior brother is very right!” Fifth junior brother Feng Cheng laughed loudly, and everyone followed his words, describing the future of Tianjian Sect. They were so impassioned that if others heard it, they would probably think that everyone present was talking nonsense. However, Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect in a thousand years would be better than they imagined.

But they couldn’t be happy. Knowing the origin of the spiritual veins, the two of them couldn’t plan the future with the same peace of mind as the people present.

The two remained silent until they had finished speaking, and then withdrew. After returning to Ask Jianfeng, Su Qingyi suddenly said, “Zichen, after you go back, will you go to see the ancestor Xuanhua?”

Qin Zichen didn’t speak, Su Qingyi thought for a while, and then asked, “See you, what can you do?”

what to do?

It’s all about the past thousand years. They watched helplessly, and seemed to be unable to do anything except replace the past Qingxu and Liuhui to complete their life trajectories.

Qin Zichen didn’t speak, he stood quietly in front of Wenjian Cliff, the mountain wind blew his clothes, and his heart was complicated and agitated.

Over the years, the people under his sword have been simple.

Either the good guy or the bad guy. But now, he suddenly discovered that there are too many people in the world in between. When he killed Ran Yan back then, he thought it was to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, but when Su Qingyi was Ran Yan, he regretted that sword very much.

Now he holds a long sword in his hand, and he knows the right and wrong, but he can’t lift the sword.

Little by little the moon climbed up from the top of the mountain, as he had seen in the past fifty years. A thousand years, ten thousand years, the sun rises and the moon sets, the world flows, life and death, the cycle of reincarnation, the alternation of Dao and the devil, the long and the other disappear. And what about this heart? Is it also like the moon, which remains unchanged for centuries and millennia?

If he went to question Xuanhua in a thousand years, would Xuanhua regret his actions for a thousand years? If he regrets, is it a good person or a bad person? To cut or not to cut?

If he doesn’t regret it, will he be executed or not?

Qin Zichen’s heart was agitated, and countless questions were surrounding him.

Who are these questions to ask?

Ask the heart, ask the sword, ask the vast land, ask the mortal people.

He drew his sword and stood up, facing the high hanging bright moon, the white jade sword burst into brilliance in his hand, and the sword intent rushed to Wen Jianfeng’s smooth cliff at this time. Li, Jianxiu’s long sword on the entire mountain was buzzing, and the gravel fell from the cliff, making a roaring sound, Xuanhua sat in the house, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the blue-robed white-shirted monk The sword is like a wandering dragon, and on the cliff, there is a huge ‘question sword’ carved on it.

The gesture carried majestic power, and the sword intent rushed into the eyes of the monks in an instant. Everyone seemed to have a small figure in front of them, showing exquisite swordsmanship in front of them.

The person who wrote the letter fell back to the ground, and Su Qingyi suddenly rang in his mind, “Ding – complete the task, protect the Heavenly Sword Sect, and establish the Sword Peak. Reward: 3000 points.”

“Host, host, you are all great!”

The system’s voice suddenly rang, but Su Qingyi did not answer. She quietly looked at the monk in front of her with his back to her. His figure seemed to merge into the sky and the earth, with sword energy lingering all over his body.

There was a sudden feeling in her heart that this was the Qin Zichen she knew.

The legendary sword fairy, Qin Zichen.

“System,” Su Qingyi sighed, “I finally understand what you said about taking 600 years to grind your mood. After 600 years, when we go back, Qin Zichen won’t directly ascend, right?”

“Probably not,” the system thought for a while: “He can’t break through. He actually had flaws when he broke through Mahayana before. The Mahayana period can’t be reflected. When the Mahayana period reaches the tribulation period, he will definitely have problems. To break through to Mahayana, I estimate that he will grasp it himself, if it is not a perfect breakthrough, he will press it first.”

“What’s wrong with his state of mind?” Su Qingyi frowned. The system sighed and didn’t answer. Qin Zichen stood beside Wen Jian Cliff for a while, turned to look at Su Qingyi, and said gently, “It’s late at night, go to sleep.”

But after speaking, he went to meditate on the futon, without any intention of sleeping. Su Qingyi thought about it and sat down to meditate. The Heavenly Sword Sect had just moved in the spiritual veins at this time, and the spiritual energy was rich, which was much better than that of later generations. If we didn’t hurry up to cultivate at this time, when would we wait?

Su Qingyi rested until the next day, and then went out to start the formation.

When she went to Tianjianzong, she felt that this formation was very delicately arranged, which was somewhat similar to her technique. She had already kept it in her heart, and she instructed the disciples of Tianjianzong to change it according to the formation in her memory.

It is difficult to make a big formation, not only a test of Fu Xiu’s ability, but also a huge project. It is difficult to achieve such a large formation that takes advantage of the power of heaven and earth without a few decades.

Soon after, the Lingxiao faction and Xiuhuagu made a comeback, but with the help of Su Qingyi’s formation, Xuanhua and Qin Zichen were in charge, and they were successfully repelled almost every time.

In order to change the formation, Su Qingyi ran out every day, and Qin Zichen was waiting for her at Wen Jianfeng. When I came back every day, I could see him asking about Jianfeng. As the sun sets in the west, his figure is elongated, and together with this beautiful mountain scenery, it makes her feel a sense of tranquility at home every time.

Qin Zichen is a warm and restrained person. Most of the time, he just treats her silently, rarely saying anything, doing less, occasionally lowering his head and kissing her, which will make people unexpectedly excited because of his usual restraint.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the Lingxiao faction and Xiuhuagu have already formed a feud with Tianjianzong. Even if they don’t come to harass Tianjianzong, Tianjianzong’s disciples will fight with them from time to time when they meet them.

The situation gradually stabilized, Qin Zichen was about to retreat, but Lin Coffin suddenly came.

The day he came, it was raining lightly, he didn’t hold an umbrella, the light rain hit him, he wore a white jade mask, and stood quietly at the door of Wen Jianfeng. When Su Qingyi opened the door and saw him, she was a little surprised: “Lin Coffin?”

Lin Coffin didn’t speak, and after a long time, he suddenly hoarsely said: “Ran Yan, please help me.”

Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she turned sideways and said, “Let’s go to the house.”

Lin Coffin came into the house and knelt on the futon. Qin Zichen quietly dried his clothes, and Su Qingyi brought hot tea to Lin Coffin. Lin Coffin quietly watched them do these things, and never said a word.

The aroma of tea overflowed, and Lin Coffin suddenly said: “Is there really no way for me to contact Changjun?”

Su Qingyi pursed her lips, she thought for a while and said, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t bear it anymore…” Lin Coffin squeezed her hands tightly, her voice hoarse: “I thought… I thought I knew that I could bear it, but when I really saw it… I couldn’t bear it anymore.”

Su Qingyi didn’t speak, she took the water mirror and simply threw Zhang Fu in, and saw Mei Changjun in the past.

After becoming Yin Yan’s apprentice, she went to practice with Yin Yan every day, and only came back to see Shen Fei at night. The Yin Yang Dao of Yin Yan practice has been in contact with the ghosts and ghosts for a long time, and his grievances have a great impact on people, so his temper is not good, and he often beats and scolds Mei Changjun. Sometimes it was because Mei Changjun’s cultivation speed was slow, but sometimes it was simply because he was in a bad mood.

When Yin Yan is in a bad mood, I hate seeing others in a good mood. He didn’t like the lively expressions of living people, and Mei Changjun had a cheerful disposition. In the first year of her teaching, she would be thrown back covered in blood within a few days.

No one in Penglai cared about her, except Shen Fei.

She accepts the hellish life in the hands of Yin Yan every day, and it will be better when she sees Shen Fei at night.

At first, when Shen Fei saw that she was covered in injuries, he was furious and went to Yin Yan, but was beaten to death by Yin Yan. It frightened Mei Changjun. That night, when Shen Fei lay on the bed and couldn’t open his eyes, the overwhelming fear attacked Mei Changjun.

She couldn’t imagine a life without Shen Fei, without Shen Fei, no one would be nice to her, and no one would love her again. She lay on the bed and cried and called Shen Fei’s name in a low voice, and then Lian Luo walked in.

Seeing that her disciple was seriously injured, Lian Luo’s first reaction was to beat Mei Changjun to the ground.

“For something like you, only he is blind to protect you!”

The words mixed with slaps were superimposed on the words of the mother’s howling.

“How did I give birth to a loser like you…”

“You killed me, you killed me! Why aren’t you a boy? I hate you and want to strangle you.”

“You little bastard, what kind of thing! Did you touch your brother!”

“Even your parents don’t love you, who do you expect to love you? Who else would treat you better than me? I gave birth to you, raised you, gave you food and clothing, and you have to remember my kindness and answer. No one will treat you better than me.”

But there is Shen Fei.

Only Shen Fei.

Only he… will protect her, love her, treat her like a treasure, and never abandon her.

She has nothing, she only has Shen Fei.

That thought was deeply ingrained in her mind, and she secretly clenched her fists while Lian Luo was beating and scolding.

That night, Shen Fei was taken away by Lian Luo, and she was the only one left in the whole yard.

After that, Shen Fei never came back, just as she imagined, there is no more color in her life. She was tortured by the slander and thrown back into the yard, and no one took care of her anymore. She lay in bed unable to move, had a high fever, and wanted to drink a sip of water, but no one fed her.

She could only whisper Shen Fei’s name, that name seemed to be no longer a person, but her **** and her redemption.

Lin Coffin was hidden in the dark, quietly watching the young Mei Changjun covered in blood, calling Shen Fei’s name in pain, and slowly remembering that crazy night that year, she was the same, calling Shen Fei desperately. Fly’s name.

His heart seemed to be bitten by something, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. When she was still unconscious, he brought water over and fed her in small mouthfuls.

The sweetness of the water in her mouth made Mei Changjun know that someone was coming. She panicked and grabbed the other person’s sleeve and said hoarsely, “Brother Shen Fei…don’t go…don’t leave me…”

Lin Coffin froze all over, and his whole body trembled, but he didn’t say a word. He hurriedly let go of Mei Changjun and disappeared into the night.

With the first time, there is a second time, a third time.

Mei Changjun never knew of his existence, and he always silently helped her at night.

Shen Fei will come back once a month. When he comes, Mei Changjun will put on the best clothes, clean himself up, cover up all wounds, and stand in front of the door, waiting with a smile on his face. he.

He would ask her about her current situation in detail, and she always said, very good, very good.

Occasionally, when I hear the dark words, or see them sitting together, when Mei Changjun is smiling, he will ask with a smirk on the second day, “Very happy? Master is in Avici Hell, but you are so happy. , how is this good?”

Then he will take out the torture tool and try it on Mei Changjun.

“Good apprentice,” Yin Yan said gently: “Don’t go to see Shen Fei, give up on him, and I will never hit you again, eh?”

“Hit me,” Mei Changjun raised his head and replied in a low voice, “If you kill me, I will also go to see him.”

So every meeting with Shen Fei, almost always in exchange for endless pain, became more and more precious.

Shen Fei grew up day by day and became more handsome. His talent is good, but in ten years, he has already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment. On the other hand, Mei Changjun is still only at the ninth level of Qi refining, and his aptitude is neither good nor bad in the sect.

Many female cultivators surrounded Shen Fei, but Shen Fei just smiled faintly, then waved to Mei Changjun in the crowd and said, “Changjun, come here.”

The female nuns were dissatisfied with her peculiarity and often played tricks in secret. Mei Changjun didn’t care either. It was always so difficult for her to approach Shen Fei. With the negative words in front, the means of these female cultivators are nothing.

When Mei Changjun was fourteen years old, Shen Fei just reached the crown. At this time, he was already the most outstanding disciple in Penglai. Lian Luo specially invited people to come to participate in his grand crowning ceremony.

On that day, he was dressed in a black robe, with loose black hair, knelt on the high platform, bowed his head and let the elder comb his hair, and then brought the jade crown to his head. Everyone looked up at her, she stood in the corner, watching his perfect and elegant movements, she felt as if he had become the bright moon in her heart that she would always look up to and guard.

When he stood up, everyone cheered his name, but he didn’t change his face, with a noble smile, he swept to everyone one by one, and then when his eyes fell on Mei Changjun, he suddenly smiled. Open like spring flowers. Everyone wondered why he suddenly laughed, but Mei Changjun only knew one thing.

He looked at himself, the same as when he was young.

She has always been the unique Mei Changjun in his heart.

That night, when she returned to the yard, she saw Shen Fei standing in the yard waiting for her.

He is already so good-looking, his eyebrows are all long, his sword brows are star-shaped, his eyes are sharp and angular, and his eyes are full of water, as if covering the endless sky.

Mei Changjun looked at him blankly, he raised his hand, folded the peach blossom in front of him, turned around, walked to Mei Changjun, and handed the peach blossom into her hand.

“Changjun, here it is.”

Mei Changjun didn’t speak, she looked down at the peach blossom that opened her eyes, and she seemed to have something in her heart.

“Brother Shen Fei, you won’t leave me, will you?”

Shen Fei smiled and said gently, “Yes.”

“I’m your family, right?”

“right.”

“Me and them…” Mei Changjun pursed his lips and did not say the following words. Shen Fei seemed to understand something, laughed loudly, took her into his arms, and said gently, “It’s not the same. You and all of them are different.”

“Changjun,” Shen Fei closed his eyes and sighed: “You are still too young.”

“But, I will be married next year.” Mei Changjun raised his head and looked at him seriously: “Next year, I can get married.”

Shen Fei didn’t speak, he was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly: “Yes, next year, you will grow up, my little Changjun.”

After speaking, he let go of her and turned to leave.

After that year, he never saw her again.

But it doesn’t matter, he has already become her obsession. No one can stop her.

Yin Yan’s eyes became more and more sinister. The other disciples didn’t like Yin Yan, and even hated her. The better thing was to ignore her, and the bad thing was to start with her directly.

She was often beaten, and she never spoke. When she came back full of injuries, Lin Coffin quietly applied medicine for her at night, and then looked at her eyes and looked at her all night long.

No one knew about the day she got married. She originally planned to forget it, but when she opened the yard, she saw Shen Fei standing in the yard.

There seemed to be some struggle in his eyes, but he still walked over.

“Mr. Chang,” he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m here to help you.”

Mei Changjun didn’t speak. When Shen Fei thought she couldn’t speak, he suddenly saw her tears fall.

“I thought you forgot.”

Shen Fei was silent, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly.

“How could you forget.”

As he said that, he took her hand and pulled her into the room, then combed her hair and added a braid.

Lin Coffin watched all this silently. After Shen Fei left and Mei Changjun fell asleep, he came to her simple dressing table and put a hosta into her cabinet quietly.

It was the plum blossom hairpin that he polished with his own hands and used the best Kunlun jade. He originally thought that if no one came, he would go and give it to her.

But he forgot, and Shen Fei.

He remembered how Shen Fei felt at the moment, at this moment, he was still thinking seriously about how to marry her.

Lin Coffin stood in front of Mei Changjun and sighed in despair.

On the second day, Mei Changjun appeared in front of everyone with the hosta that Shen Fei had given her. When the elder’s daughter, Chiang Rai, saw it, her face suddenly changed.

“Mei Changjun,” Chiang Rai suddenly rushed out, pointing to the hairpin on her head: “How can you steal something!”

“I didn’t steal.” After a long time following the slander, Mei Changjun’s temperament became gloomy. Chiang Rai sneered and sneered: “This is something from Senior Brother Shen. You didn’t steal it. Could it be that he gave it away? You give it back to me!”

“This is not yours.” Mei Changjun reminded her. Chiang Rai suddenly pulled out his sword and said angrily, “This is what Senior Brother Shen is going to give me, you return it to me!”

“This is mine.” Mei Changjun emphasized seriously, and Chiang Rai stabbed straight at him.

Mei Changjun never fought with them, because she always knew that she had no one standing behind her, so she never caused trouble. But this time, she moved her hand.

She manipulated the ghost to rush towards Chiang Rai, scratching Chiang Rai’s face. Chiang Rai shouted and said angrily, “Bring me back the hosta! Mei Changjun, this time Senior Brother Shen has retreated, let me see who else can help you!”

With that said, a group of disciples rushed towards Mei Changjun, and Mei Changjun fought with everyone. Everyone’s goal was her hosta, and she grabbed the hosta and held on to it.

She was only in the Qi training period, and was beaten by a group of people in the Foundation Establishment period. After a few moves, she had no power to fight back. She was beaten to the ground, clutching the hairpin in her hand.

“Just cut off her hand.”

A disciple suggested.

Mei Changjun’s eyes suddenly turned cold. Before everyone agreed to draw her sword, she finally made up her mind, jumped up, and used all her strength to summon all the wronged souls. Then, before everyone could react, she rushed towards the back mountain. .

Everyone was chasing after her, and a group of people chased her to the edge of Yinhun Cliff. This is the legendary place where Penglai is the most yin, and the bones of millions of people are buried under it.

“Since you want to die, then die thoroughly.” Chiang Rai slapped Mei Changjun with a palm, and Mei Changjun was directly knocked out and fell straight into the ghost cliff.

Lin Coffin couldn’t hold it any longer, she grabbed Mei Changjun and fell into the cliff with her.

He didn’t dare to take her up because he knew that it was her destiny.

In his embrace, Mei Changjun opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw the man in front of her, the moonlight robe with cirrus pattern, the white jade mask, and the warmth of the palm of her hand that she could perceive through her clothes. She just glanced at him and passed out.

While she was in a coma, Lin Coffin gave her medicine to heal her injuries, and secretly painted an exorcism spell on her hairpin, and then disappeared.

With that exorcism spell, Mei Changjun was finally not devoured by the ghosts in the valley. When she woke up, she saw that the endless plains and deserts were full of bones, and countless ghosts and ghosts surrounded her, smirking and spinning around.

She was trembling all over. She who practiced Yin-Yang Dao knew too well what the end of such a scene would be.

However, the strange thing was that none of these ghosts could get close to her, as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding her. These ghosts attacked the barrier again and again. Mei Changjun immediately reacted. If these ghosts couldn’t hurt her, then this It’s her big chance.

She immediately sat down with her legs crossed and began to run her spiritual power. The spiritual energy of the Yin-Yang Dao attracted the ghosts to rush towards her desperately. The resentment in the sky became her best nourishment. One day, two days, the effect of the exorcism spell left by the coffin gradually dissipated. Mei Changjun also discovered this, looking at these ghosts, he simply made a decision.

In this valley of thousands of ghosts, either people eat ghosts, or ghosts eat people.

If she wants to become stronger and survive, if she lives, Shen Fei will definitely come to save her.

She is waiting for him.

So she took the initiative to break the barrier, rushed towards a ghost, pinched the opponent’s neck, and bit on it!

At the same time, countless unjust souls drowned her, they devoured her flesh and blood, she swallowed their souls, and nourished her body with their souls.

She was like a beast, not listening to biting these souls, the flesh and blood on her body grew rapidly, and almost at the moment of growth, it would be bitten and swallowed into the belly of these souls.

Such a savage and sinister cultivation technique made Lin Coffin in the dark tremble.

He wanted to go out to save her, to go out and help her. Seeing her whole body dripping with blood and only a skeleton left, he felt that this was Ling Chi in his heart.

The pain of being bitten made Mei Changjun keep howling, and she almost lost consciousness. Only know not to listen to bite the ghost in front of you.

She only had one thought, that Shen Fei would come to save her.

Shen Fei will definitely come.

“But I know,” Lin Coffin closed her eyes in pain, looked at the **** skeleton in the water mirror, and trembled, “Shen Fei didn’t come.”

No one will come.