.......

Lu Qingshan decided to wait until everyone's energy consumed by the rush was completely restored before taking action.

By this time, it was getting dark.

Lu Qingshan didn't care and turned around suddenly, facing Longcheng Pass.

"Without further ado..."

Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand and took out the dragon bird, which was as red as glass from the void.

Then, under the unbelievable looks of the other three people, Lu Qingshan waved the dragon bird lightly.

Like a sharp dagger cutting through a curtain, the dragon bird opened an entrance to the Mingyue Formation that could allow one person to enter or exit.

"Three of you, what happens next is up to you." Lu Qingshan said.

...........

Three hours later.

Torrential fires rose from three places in Longcheng Pass at the same time.

Countless strands of heaven and earth vitality surged out from the Dragon City Pass, wreaking havoc and chaos, roaring into the sky with strong winds.

This violent wind coming from Longcheng Pass, accompanied by monstrous flames, seemed to transcend the scope of the human world, and rolled up the deepest and darkest night.

It represents the collapse of the Moon Formation.

The strong wind whipped up the clouds, leaving deep traces on the sky that lingered.

Those traces outline an extremely realistic pattern.

It is a painting made by the clouds of heaven and earth using strong wind as carrier, clouds as brush and sky as cloth.

Look from afar.

Like a "big roc" with its wings spread like clouds hanging from the sky, it flies freely among the sea of ​​clouds.

It’s just that Lu Qingshan didn’t have the chance to see this scene.

Because he expected that after the Mingyue Formation was destroyed, there would be an uproar in the Dragon City Pass, so he left early knowing that he was interested.

After a long, long time, the pattern gradually faded away.

It's like it never appeared.

The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles.

.........

.........

The spring breeze blows, the grass grows and the orioles fly.

As the demons retreated, Longcheng Pass became history, and the situation in Zhongling finally stabilized.

People who migrated from the eastern part of the Changye Mountains to the western area are taking advantage of the beautiful weather to travel around the mountains and rivers

Ten years is just a fleeting time for the monks.

But for mortals whose life span is no more than 70 or 80 years, it is a very, very long time.

Enough for them to settle down in a new place, enough for them to forget about leaving home ten years ago.

At most, some old people will sigh and sigh for their hometown of decades in the dead of night.

These people who were leisurely enjoying the beautiful spring scenery would never have thought that at this moment, in the clouds above their heads, there were more than a hundred sword lights flashing past.

In a sense, it was those people in Jianguang and their sects who saved Zhongling and saved them.

…………

The skylight shot down from the gap in the clouds and fell on Lu Qingshan's face.

He looked down at the land below, which was like a paradise compared to the Changye Mountains, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Master Wuju Sword accompanied Master Haoran, who had not yet recovered his cultivation level, and followed closely beside Lu Qingshan.

Li Shiyi looked at Lu Qingshan's profile, his eyebrows filled with worry.

After the battle in Zhongling, he was the only one left among the three peak masters. The old sect leader Dao Yuan and the more than a thousand Sword Sect monks were finally left with only these three or three hundred or so.

The vitality is severely damaged.

This is the time when the Sword Sect is at its weakest, and everything has been destroyed.

At the same time, this is also the time when the situation is most difficult and dangerous.

The invasion of the Inner Demon Clan is undoubtedly the prelude to the upcoming second Dao Demon War.

This is the fate that mankind must face.

It happened to be at this time that the Sword Sect, which had been inherited for millions of years, ushered in the youngest sect master with the lowest cultivation level in history.

Can this young sect master really shoulder such a heavy responsibility?

Li Shiyi looked at Lu Qingshan's thin figure, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on the red sandalwood sword box on Lu Qingshan's back, and fell into a long silence.

In silence, the group of them entered the teleportation circle and embarked on their way back to the Eastern Region.

After returning to the Eastern Region, Lu Qingshan did not go to Yumen Pass immediately, but directly transferred to the Upside Down Mountains and went to Jianzong.

.......

Ten years later, Jian Zong was very quiet, even a little deserted.

There was no sound of the disciples' sword fighting, nor was there the light of swords passing through the clouds. There were not even many people to greet them.

But the returning Sword Sect sword cultivators were not surprised, and no one cared about this.

Because they all know that the disciples of the Sword Sect basically followed the sword roaring to the west wind ten years ago and embarked on the journey to the west.

Moreover, Jian Zong is their home. It is natural for them to go out to battle and then return home. Where do they need to welcome them?

More than a hundred sword cultivators, after returning to the Sword Sect, dispersed in a tacit understanding and flew to their respective mountain peaks.

They are very tired and need to go back "home" to rest, otherwise the string will break sooner or later.

This is also the reason why Lu Qingshan did not go to Yumen Pass for the first time, but took everyone back to Jianzong first.

He too, after entering the Sword Sect, rushed towards Qingfeng.

However, compared to others, Lu Qingshan seemed happier.

Because there are people at "home" to welcome his return.

Two people, two familiar and unfamiliar people - Lu Qingshan's two cute little apprentices, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu.

Familiar because this is Lu Qingshan's personal disciple, so he is naturally familiar with him.

It's strange because ten years is enough time for two yellow-haired girls aged four or five to grow into slim little girls.

Therefore, what caught Lu Qingshan's eyes was no longer two little carrot heads, but two identical delicate girlish faces.

The facial features are very outstanding, with bright eyes, beautiful eyebrows, a beautiful nose, pretty ears, and pink lips, which match the delicate oval face and are full of aura.

The two girls, whose figures had grown longer, shed tears in their big eyes when they saw that Lu Qingshan didn't say a word.

Lu Qingshan left them in the Sword Sect, and they have been fearful in the Sword Sect for so many years, fearing that one day they would hear the news of their master's death.

Today they finally saw their master come back alive. How could they control their emotions?

They wiped their tears desperately, but they couldn't wipe them away.

"You're such a big girl, you can't act like a child anymore." Lu Qingshan said expressionlessly, and his tone even seemed a bit stiff.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the two young disciples immediately lowered their heads, feeling slightly ashamed.

After being slightly embarrassed for a moment, Lin Chuyi and Lin Shishi came forward awkwardly.

Sister Lin Chuyi led the way, introducing to Lu Qingshan the trivial things that had happened in the Sword Sect over the past ten years.

They are all trivial things that are not worth mentioning, but to Lu Qingshan at this moment, they are particularly vivid and aura.

Sister Lin Shiwu obediently took over the red sandalwood sword box that Lu Qingshan had been carrying behind him for the past ten years.

It contains the natal swords of all the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect who are buried in the Middle Spirit Realm.

Total, two thousand four hundred and fifty-six.

If the man stays, the sword will return.

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The red sandalwood sword box looked light but was actually very heavy. Lin Shishi was caught off guard and subconsciously exclaimed: "It's so heavy..."

Lu Qingshan, who had always been very calm, finally couldn't help but sigh, "Yeah, it's so heavy."

With half of the Sword Sect inside, can it not sink?

Thinking of this fact, Lu Qingshan suddenly felt a little pain somewhere in his body.

Lin Shiwu reacted quickly and raised his head to look at Lu Qingshan, "Master, are they really unable to come back?"
To be continued...