The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 66: Farewell

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　　 Lin Yun lay on the bottom of the pool, with long swords all over his body.

　　

　　 cannot move, cannot speak, or even open his mouth.

　　

　　 The chill covered his vision, making him invisible, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

　　

　　嘭!

　　

　　A violent sound entered Lin Yun's ears, and the debris flew horizontally. It should be someone who kicked the door directly.

　　

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

　　

　　 is Wang Ning’s voice!

　　

　　 Lin Yun was startled, he heard this voice, it was Wang Ning who Su Ziyao had made herself careful.

　　

　　"Hehe, more than just knowing... the scar on my face is what he left. It's just that I haven't seen it for so many years, but I didn't expect it to have become such a waste look! Old monster Hong, you still recognize Me?"

　　

　　 Another negative voice sounded, gritted his teeth, the words seemed to have old grudges with Wang Lao.

　　

　　 "Wang's old dog, I can smell the **** on my body even when it turns to dust." Old Hong said indifferently, and the words seemed quite calm.

　　

　　"The mouth is still as hard as ever! Nephew, you have been lurking in this Qingyunzong for three years, and you haven't found anything taken by Qingyun Patriarch, maybe it's on this old guy."

　　

　　 "Really?"

　　

　　 "Not good..."

　　

　　 heard an exclamation, the old man hurried to the old man Hong.

　　

　　 Below the cold pond, Lin Yun couldn't hear the follow-up...He was very anxious.

　　

After 　　 for a while, there was another sound.

　　

　　"This old guy is so cruel, he extinct meridians!"

　　

　　 "Nothing!"

　　

　　Wang Ning kicked Hong Lao hard, but Hong Lao didn't react like a dead person.

　　

　　 Lin Yun shook his heart, feeling a bad feeling.

　　

　　 "Damn it, I finally waited until the Four Sects Grand Competition, all my eyes and ears were gone. I almost turned the Pozong Sect upside down, and in the end I didn't find anything. I wasted three years of time here!"

　　

　　嘭!

　　

　　 Wang Ning banged his fist against the wall and said in a depressed voice.

　　

　　"Master, forget it, maybe the things brought by Master Qingyun are not in Qingyunzong at all. You have been quiet in this place for three years, and it is not all bad. At least 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 go after today, otherwise you will not be able to catch up with the coming-of-age ceremony, you will be removed from the family."

　　

　　 "If you don't kill the sword slave, it's hard to get rid of the tone in my heart!"

　　

　　 was silent for a moment, the old man said: "Before sunset, if you can find me to do it. If you can't find it, you have to go back with me, a sword slave, there is no need to delay your future."

　　

　　 "Good!"

　　

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

　　

　　 Wait until he wakes up, two days later.

　　

　　 Plop!

　　

　　 Lin Yun emerged from the water, taking a long breath, feeling his head humming.

　　

　　 I don’t know how long I stayed in the bottom of the water.

　　

　　 "Old Hong!"

　　

　　 Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he rose into the air, and at a glance he saw Hong Lao's fallen body.

　　

　　 Hong Lao's face is very peaceful, without pain, his vitality has long since disappeared.

　　

　　 "Damn it!"

　　

　　 Qingyun Zong Neihong is the old man, one of the few relatives and friends, who has taken care of the original owner.

　　

　　 saved him even before he died.

　　

　　 "Wang Ning, I must kill you!"

　　

　　 He regrets a bit now, and he didn't take Su Ziyao's message before leaving in his heart.

　　

　　Su Ziyao stayed a long time ago, be careful of Wang Ning, there will be words later.

　　

　　 But he only regarded Wang Ning as an unsuccessful inner disciple. He didn't expect that he actually came from a big family in Qingyunzong for three years.

　　

　　With this forbearance, it is very difficult for 90% of people to do it.

　　

　　 There were obvious traces of being raided in Old Hong's body, and the entire Xijian Pavilion was also searched over. Wang Ning seemed to be looking for something.

　　

　　 Will it be the painting that Mr. Hong gave himself?

　　

　　 Lin Yun had no time to think about it, picked up the body of Old Hong, and walked towards Qingyunhoushan.

　　

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

　　

　　 Two years ago, Hong Lao brought Lin Yun once, and said that if he died, he would be buried here.

　　

　　 Then Lin Yun, only when Mr. Hong was talking and laughing.

　　

　　 Two hours later, Lin Yun came to the empty tomb and slowly put down the body of Old Hong.

　　

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

　　

　　 After digging with bare hands for a long time, I saw the exposed coffin, jumped down and opened the coffin with a sway.

　　

　　 In addition to a few nails, there is a letter in the coffin.

　　

　　 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 Mr. Hong, I have lived hundreds of years, and you The founding ancestors of Qingyun Sect are in the same era..."

　　

　　 Seeing this, Lin Yun looked slightly surprised.

　　

　　 The Azure Cloud Sect has existed for more than three hundred years, which means that Mr. Hong is at least three hundred years old?

　　

　　"In those days, your Qingyun ancestor, after setting up a foundation, traveled around the world. I was fortunate to know him, and after a few deep friendships, I became a good friend. Thirty years ago, I was bold with him and decided to take a risk and go to Nandi. Tomb."

　　

　　 "Everyone in the tomb of the Southern Emperor died nine times. I walked out with a wound, and his vitality was almost broken when he came out. He and I brought the same treasure, a painting and a sword..."

　　

　　"Before he died, your Qingyun ancestor asked me to give the sword to his descendants in Qingyun. So he trekking through the mountains and rivers, came to the Qingyun Sect of Tianshui Country, and handed the sword to his descendants. It is a pity that his descendants are qualified Ordinary, 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 dropped."

　　

　　"I was seriously injured at that time, thinking that I was living in Qingyun, and by the way, I realized the secret of the painting. It is a pity...The Southern Emperor is the Southern Emperor after all, and he and I shouldn't act in the Southern Emperor's curtain."

　　

　　"After ten years of comprehension, I finally felt a trace of mystery in the painting. What I can see is the endless Huangquan evil spirits rushing towards my face, and at the same time the sword light killed the evil spirits, it also ruined my spirit. . At that time, I knew that my life was coming soon..."

　　

　　 Lin Yun looked at this place, his face was puzzled, and a trace of puzzlement appeared in his eyes.

　　

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

　　

　　 He also saw the ray of sword light, but he was not injured, and the evil ghost of Huangquan mentioned by Hong Lao was no trace.

　　

　　 Rose Flower Roll, it is really misty.

　　

　　 When you think you’re almost comprehending, you realize that it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

　　

　　 Looking at the foil burial sword on the ground, Lin Yun was thoughtful. Was the sword that Patriarch Qingyun took from the Southern Emperor's curtain?

　　

　　 Destiny is really magic...

　　

　　 When the two of them risked death, the holy objects taken from the tomb of the Southern Emperor were tossed and turned into Lin Yun's hands.

　　

　　 Continue to read, Hong Lao did not instruct Lin Yun too much, telling him not to delve into the rose scroll.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 is specifically instructed, don’t miss Su Ziyao too much.

　　

　　 After reading the letter, Lin Yun had mixed feelings. Old Hong was indeed bearish about his death.

　　

　　's remorse for the adventure that year.

　　

　　 Nandi...Who would this Nandi be?

　　

　　 Lin Yun couldn't help being curious, but unfortunately, the letter didn't explain it in detail. I think he must be a very big man.

　　

　　 After receiving the letters, Lin Yun put Hong Lao's body in the coffin.

　　

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

　　

After a while.

　　

　　 Looking at the reclosed tomb, Lin Yun knelt and bowed his head three times.

　　

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

　　

　　 He asked someone to find out, only to know that two days had passed.

　　

　　 Wang Ning is nowhere to be found. Someone told him that Wang Ning had looked for him everywhere two days ago. No one in the entire sect knows where Wang Ning has gone, as if the world has evaporated.

　　

　　 "I will find you!"

　　

　　 Lin Yun's eyes flashed murderously, and he made a promise to himself.

　　

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 Ling Jue, the white remnant flowers in the pot have been blooming like blood.

　　

　　The fragrance of flowers is tangy, charming and charming.

　　

　　 took out the ancient sword case from the storage ring, and the moment it opened, a cold air rushed to his face.

　　

　　 Lin Yun didn't say a word, plucking the petals and spreading the sword box.

　　

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

　　

　　 This sword in the tomb of the Southern Emperor, in Lin Yun's hands, is just showing its glory.

　　

　　 is far from comparable, the glory of the year.

　　

　　Fortunately, Lin Yun already knows how to maintain this sword, as long as it is cultivated with the fragrance of flowers, it will return to glory sooner or later.

　　

　　 I bought Lingling Jue and Ancient Sword Box for now.

　　

　　 closed the sword case, Lin Yun whispered: "It's time to leave."

　　

　　Since the Four Great Contests, Lin Yun has always had the urge to leave.

　　

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

　　

　　 Now Hong Lao is dead, he has no worries in Qingyun.

　　

　　 Whether it is to find Su Ziyao or avenge the flood, he should go.

　　

　　 After pondering for a while, Lin Yun still chose not to see the lord.

　　

　　 just leave a letter, leave without saying goodbye.

　　

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

　　

　　 "So heavy!"

　　

　　 The back of the sword box is slightly heavy, but fortunately, Lin Yun is still healthy.

　　

　　The foundation laid by the blood-changing pill and the heart-raising pill, coupled with the continuous nourishment of the Linglong Qiqiao Pill.

　　

　　 let him rely on the strength of the physical body, and it was easy to hold ~ IndoMTL.com~ The heavy sword box that needed several people to carry that day.

　　

　　 In the afterglow of the setting sun, Lin Yun went down the mountain silently alone.

　　

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

　　

　　 take another look, you can only remember it in your dreams.

　　

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

　　

　　"Brother Lin, stay here!"

　　

　　 Looking back, I saw Young Sect Master Bai Yufan, with a smile on his face, walking towards him with a violent blood dragon horse.

　　

　　 "Little Red!"

　　

　　 At the moment when he saw the blood dragon horse, Lin Yun's face was surprised and unconscious after a battle with Ma Tian that day.

　　

　　 I haven't seen this blood dragon horse, thinking it's too wild temperament to run away.

　　

　　Unexpectedly, he had been raised in Qingyunzong.