"But when I thought he was playing with me again, he told me, 'Nothing is really there, and there is really nothing'."

"The great dream is not important either. What is important is that only when there is nothing after giving up the existence and nothing can you truly return to zero and complete the whole process."

"zero……"

Wen Ting looked at the sword washing pool in a daze.

The water in the pool was slightly rippling, and under the sword watching technique, he outlined the word "zero" as he wished.

Wen Ting shook his head slightly.

The word "zero" is a mirror and a moon, and the news is silently shattered.

After a while, the pool waves rippled again, and this time it was an ancient "ｏ".

“』…”

The pattern of the character "ｏ" is not big, and it can be divided into two halves.

The left half shines on the sun as the sunlight, and the rippling waves reflect the abominable ugly and lusty faces of the eight masters.

The half of the Hidden Shadow Mountain Rock on the right is a yin, and there is nothing, but it can be considered as a sword and a broken sword being inserted vertically.

Qingju means Yin.

“Woo woo…”

The little crybag is still crying.

Sword tears flowed into the sword washing pool, no one was able to clean up.

Wufeng Shenghan was buried in the sword tomb. Wen Ting closed his eyes heavily, and he had goose bumps extending from his arms to his forearms, and finally disappeared into the scriptures tightly clenched in the palm of his palm.

He stood up, walked out of the sword washing pond, stood on a high stone, facing the clouds and mist of Dongshan, and smiled:

"Little guy, you won."

"It's indeed his character after tasting the delicious food, and he has never given up on you."

"After this parting, don't forget to tell him that if possible, help me find Gu Qing. Those few can't take over my team."

Qingju was stunned.

The crying stopped.

Suddenly, a familiar aura penetrated through the rocks of the Burial Sword Tomb, rippled up the sword washing pool, and rushed into the sword body.

Warm, gentle.

Just like the familiar big hand thirty years ago, I gently held myself again.

"Buzz!"

On the tomb of the burial sword, there is a mysterious ray of light storm.

...

"Qingju!"

"Look, it's Qingju!"

The worshipers who surrounded the clouds and mist of the East Mountain suddenly became boiling, and their eyes widened and their fingers pointed to the sky.

In the picture of the palm of the apricot, eight masters are familiar with the sword in the east.

The sword tomb in Dongshan was buried, and the Qingju rose up in the air.

Even for decades, not many people still remember what Qingju, the "One Sword Immortal, One Qingju" looked like.

But……

Broken Sword!

Who doesn’t know the title of Qingju, and who doesn’t know it?

The sword shadow that was flying away with the mysterious rays of clouds flashed away in a flash - half a foot of the sword body, how many are left in the world?

Even if there are other broken swords, can the sword produce the sunset and bring about the mysterious artistic conception?

"Go!"

"Qingju is over!"

"The sky is one foot high, and who dares to be a Qingju... Oh my God, it's perfect, it's perfect!"

The mountain was filled with carnivals of ancient sword cultivators, and only Wen Ting was left with loneliness.

He flashed and went to the top of the East Mountain, and came to Jiansi.

The ancestral tree sisal is buzzing, trembling, envious, and unwilling to accept it.

Wen Ting patted it gently, speaking seriously:

"I know what you're thinking."

"But at this moment, at this moment, he has indeed surpassed the Sword Ancestor."

"What I want to tell you is that maybe in the next ten epochs, one sword ancestor can be produced in the fifth realm. Two sword ancestors, it is probably difficult to produce one eight-time master."

Wen Ting looked at Lingyu from afar, and said it with gritted his back teeth, which was full of dissatisfaction.

He said anyway.

The Yuzhu Forest behind him was crushed by heavy snow when the Sword Ancestor bowed his waist for the demon spirit.

But after the broken bamboo, there is still a broken root standing. The integrity and pride of the ancient sword cultivator has never died.

Wen Ting took a deep breath, reached out and held a snowflake, and blew gently into the clouds:

"Xu Xiaoshou acted in a ugly drama, and his behavior was ridiculous, but he really had a good sentence that he could get."

"In my opinion, 'A genius without self for a hundred generations is hard to come out of no other master' is more appropriate to describe the eight masters."

"Sari, I want to help him."

Silk is silent, as if he is hesitating.

Wen Ting looked extremely serious: "The sword washing pool has been famous for thousands of years, and the ancient sword cultivation has been eternal. No one can understand it and can't explain it."

"Eight masters know the sword 'Da Meng Qianqiu', but they have already told the world the meaning of the existence of the sword tomb. Even if the sword ancestor is revived, they will help him at this time."

"So no matter whether you agree or not, I will give him a name to help him directly through the Hedao period and return to zero and complete."

After saying that.

Without waiting for Si sage to agree.

Wen Ting's fingertips cracked and circulated into the body of the ancestral tree Sword Si, causing the earth to bury the sword tomb to shake, and the waves of the sword pool rippled.

Wen Ting pointed at one point and pointed to the Ghost and Buddha Realm in the Central Region.

After Qingju left with Xuanmiao, the sword tomb was buried and the sun shone again, and Lingyu Mountain rushed crazy.

"Sword, get up!"

...

The sword falls!

Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region.

The sword pillar flavor formation that blocks the upper and lower spaces, hunts ghosts thousands of feet, and carries their power and is as a nail as a head.

The most late night is Sangyu, and returning is nothing more than a sword.

But the Eight Masters asked the sword to Dongshan and called Qingju. Even if there was a quick speed of reaching in an instant, it was as Hua Changlan said...

"It's too late!"

A sword comes east.

Qingju breaks through time and space, and the mysterious rays of rays bloom at the tail.

When I reached the top of Lingyu Mountain, I saw only the familiar figure thirty years ago, holding the east.

But he hasn't held himself yet...

The ghost hunting under the command, and completely defeated the eight gods and swords, and destroyed them into nothingness.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Qingju arrived late and hovered in the air.

The whole world is focused on this broken sword that is not a famous sword but is better than a famous sword.

Qingju's sword hilt is wrapped with an extremely ordinary flax-colored thick rope. Jiantong is an ordinary iron sword five-ring style that you can see whenever you find a blacksmith shop on the side of the road.

The only difference between Qingju and the ordinary iron sword is the half-foot-long broken sword body, and the middle of the sword body, which should have been specially hooked by the sword-casting master, with a faint blue dragon thread.

"So ordinary!"

Qingju became famous thirty years ago and has become a household name.

It was not until this moment that the Five Domains truly saw the appearance of this broken sword.
To be continued...