Chapter 1765 Gu Han is my junior fellow apprentice. No kidding!

"what is the matter?"

Seeing the seriousness of what Yuan Zhengyang said, Xiao Tangtang seemed to have thought of something and suddenly became a little disappointed, "Yes, does it have something to do with me?"

Yuan Zhengyang was startled.

"I know."

Holding the corner of her skirt, the little girl looked disappointed and said: "My parents have never allowed me to practice. Is it because I like swords too much..."

Although she is young.

But I also saw a lot of things.

The rules of Sword Town.

It's so harsh that it's outrageous!

Not only do they often capture outside sword cultivators.

Even the people in the city are subject to strict inspections on a regular basis. Once a monk with a talent for swordsmanship is found, regardless of whether he practices swordsmanship or not, the end will not be good.

"well."

Yuan Zhengyang didn't explain, sighed, and touched the little girl's head, with regret and regret on his face.

"It's not your fault."

"In the outside world, you must be the most shining genius of swordsmanship, but... fate is so weird, why did you happen to be born here?"

Speaking of which.

He stood up slowly and solemnly warned: "Do you remember what grandpa said?"

"kindness."

Xiaotangtang seemed to understand, and nodded blankly, "I remember."

"That's good."

Yuan Zhengyang sighed softly again, "From today on, you don't want to come again. Even if you come, grandpa won't see you anymore. There's no need to be sad. Everything in the world is like this."

Say it.

As soon as he turned around, he straightened his back and strode towards the mine!

"grandfather!"

The little girl couldn't hold it back and cried out, "Where are you going?"

Yuan Zhengyang's figure stagnated.

"Do what a sword cultivator should do!"

The words fell.

The figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the hollow.

This mine is extremely deep.

It seems to have been abandoned for a long time. The cave extends in all directions, like a spider web. Not to mention the complex terrain, each mine is long and narrow, and it is unknown where it leads.

Yuan Zhengyang strode forward.

From time to time, a suppressed cough could be heard in the empty cave, which seemed to contain a hint of pain.

After a long time.

The field of vision widened in front of him, but he came to a cave very deep underground.

There are several pearls hanging on the stone wall.

It dimly illuminates the scene inside the cave.

All people!

All of them were in ragged clothes and had unkempt hair. They were more than three thousand people, and the mine was so crowded that it was airtight.

Shockingly, they are all sword slaves!

only.

Compared with the sword slaves outside, although these people look embarrassed, they have a calm temperament, a resolute face, and a sharp look in their eyes from time to time.

There was a cough.

Everyone looked towards the entrance of the cave.

"Senior Yuan!"

"Former fellow Taoist!"

"Original brother!"

"..."

Everyone stood up and spoke.

The person who came had white hair and beard, and was tall and tall. Although he was injured, his figure was as straight as a sharp sword.

It is Yuan Zhengyang!

Waving his hand, he motioned for everyone to quiet down. He coughed twice and seemed a little tired. He found a place to sit down at random.

"Senior Yuan."

A young man asked curiously: "Is Tangtang here again?"

"good."

Hearing this, everyone smiled knowingly, with a hint of endearment flashing in their eyes.

this year.

It was Tangtang who delivered the medicine.

Tangtang has never seen them.

But they secretly met Tangtang many times, and they liked this kind, innocent and brave little girl from the bottom of their hearts.

"This girl is very good!"

"That's right. If she starts practicing, with her talent in swordsmanship, her achievements will be far beyond limits!"

"Pity."

One person sighed: "If she is stalking and shameless outside, I will accept her as my disciple!"

"Think of good things!"

"That's right! If you want to recruit a disciple, it has to be me!"

"Obviously I am qualified!"

"Fart! If we were outside, could you beat me?"

"..."

Mentioned the matter of accepting disciples.

Everyone spoke one after another and almost started to quarrel.

"Okay, okay!"

An old monk said angrily: "My former brother said that he is not qualified to accept disciples. What are you dreaming about?"

"In my opinion."

"With this little girl's talent, only Xuantian Sword Head is qualified to accept her as a disciple!"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone fell silent and looked at Yuan Zhengyang.

We have been together for many years.

They already know the identity of Yuan Zhengyang. The ninth generation swordsman back then was half a master with him, and now the tenth generation swordsman is his junior brother!

In addition, he is an upright person.

Among the Three Thousand Sword Cultivators, although there are many who are stronger than him, they are still willing to take him as the leader.

"well."

A young man sighed, "My biggest regret in this life is that I can't go to Xuantian Territory, take a look at the sword monument, and see the grace of Xuantian Sword Head!"

"I haven't been there either."

"It's a pity. I should have gone to see it earlier."

"If you can't go to the Xuantian Territory in person in this life, what kind of swordsman will you be?"

"..."

Everyone spoke one after another.

In his words, most of them expressed regret and loss.

In the hearts of most sword cultivators in the world.

Xuantian Sword Sect is the holy land in their hearts, and Xuantian Sword Sect is their idol in their hearts!

Three thousand sword cultivators in the field.

No exception.

"What are you going to do!"

The old monk suddenly sneered and said: "I went there a hundred years ago, but the sword monument was controlled by the four major sects. I spent all my words and good words, just to take a look at the sword monument!"

"But what's the result?"

"I was kicked out by them directly, and I was almost seriously injured by them!"

A few words.

Everyone was silent.

"Grandmaster Xuantian has a big mind and courage!"

The old monk sighed again: "If a valuable treasure like a sword tablet is placed in the hands of others, even my own son may not be able to take a look at it!"

"But he doesn't take it seriously!"

"He also made a promise that everyone in the world can watch sword cultivation. This rule has not changed in a hundred thousand years!"

Sword cultivators in the world respect the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Strength only accounts for part of the factor, and more is impressed by the magnanimity of Patriarch Xuantian and the previous sword masters!

"Ah!"

"Today's Xuantian Territory is so smoky that it is no longer the holy land in our hearts!"

To the end.

There was a hint of loneliness and regret in the old monk's voice.

"Brother Yuan!"

A middle-aged man glanced at the silent Yuan Zhengyang and asked curiously: "The Tenth Generation Swordsman, is he really your junior brother?"

"nonsense!"

Yuan Zhengyang glared, "Back then, in front of thousands of monks, my junior brother admitted that I was his senior brother! You...you know nothing!"

His life.

There are two things I am most proud of.

One was that he was taught the art of swordsmanship by Yun Jiansheng, and the other was that Gu Han recognized him as his senior brother.

Refuse to doubt!

No kidding!

Gu Han is my junior brother, Yuan Zhengyang, whoever suspects that I am in a hurry!

Unprecedented.

Yuan Zhengyang rarely had a bad temper.

Swish, brush, brush!

Everyone glared at the middle-aged man and almost swarmed him and beat him up.

"Bastard!"

The old monk threatened: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll beat you up!"

"I...just asked casually."

The middle-aged man was immediately frightened and said with a smile: "I just want to hear the old man tell you the story of the contemporary sword head..."