Chapter 61: Farewell, Ming Xue'er

  Lu Qing and the five people stepped onto the Cambridge Bridge, without shaking, this sword bridge was like a boulder standing still in the void, no one spoke, all five were immersed in their feelings about this sword bridge.

  As Lu Qing stepped over each of the black iron swords, his heart seemed to merge with the sword bridge. Every breath and every heartbeat seemed to harmonize with the pulse of the sword bridge, as if his spirit had sunk into a clear spring, cleansing and nourishing him.

  At the top of Chaoyang Peak, in front of the stone house, the old man known as the Four Guardians suddenly opened his eyes a moment after Lu Qing and the others stepped onto the Sword Bridge. His deep pupils seemed to be absorbing all the light around him, making it almost impossible to see any white.

  "This is the aura of the Wind and Thunder Sword Qi," the old man muttered to himself, "and its fusion degree is even higher. The wind and thunder energy is almost shaking non-stop around him. Who is it?"

  But then it seemed to think of something, the old man's eyes closed again, motionless, and at this time the sky began to fall heavily, the sun hid in the clouds, and soon the old man was completely covered with snow, becoming a snow sculpture.

  It's almost the same as what Lu Qing saw. This Cambridge is at least three thousand feet long, and five people are walking on it. The surrounding mountains are windy and turbulent, with a vast expanse of white clouds below, shrouded in mist. If you go down, you will definitely not survive.

  Looking down from above, the surrounding mountains are surrounded by the Purple Mist Sect, with the highest being the Five Peaks of Purple Mist. At the height of the Sword Bridge, everything around can be seen at a glance.

  The fierce wind howled, mixed with falling ice and snow, but at a distance of several feet above the heads of Lu Qing and the others, it seemed to encounter a barrier, sliding down towards the foot of the two peaks. On the sword bridge, however, not a single flake of snow fell. The eyes of all five people naturally closed, even Duan Qingyun's temperament was calmly subdued, closing his eyes. Each person sank into their own contemplation of the sword bridge.

  A distance of three thousand feet, five people walked slowly, and it took them half an hour to reach the end. Indeed, at the end, the bridge surface began to shrink slowly, just like the tip of a sword, gathering into a sharp point.

  In front of the sword tip, is the top of the Purple Mist Peak. The Purple Mist Peak, the first of the five peaks of the Purple Mist, is also a key location of the Purple Mist Sect, and at the top of the peak sits the main hall of the Purple Mist Sect, the Purple Mist Hall, which has been managed by the sect master for generations, and is also the highest symbol of power in the entire Purple Mist Sect region.

  The five people who stepped on the summit all woke up at the same time.

  "This Cambridge, every time I pass by, gives me a different feeling." Duan Qingyun sighed.

  "Ah, this Sword Bridge is the Four Cardinal Extinction Array laid down by our sect's founder, Sword Emperor Zi Xia, with his great mighty power. The four sword bridges connect to the main peak, possessing immense power. Sword Emperor, that is a realm of such magnitude." Yu Ji's eyes revealed deep reverence.

  On the other side, Zhao Qianye's eyes revealed a hint of nostalgia, and he said, "Yes, legend has it that when our Zixia Sect was first established, a fifth-stage Windfire Divine Eagle invaded, but was immediately torn to shreds by the Four-Sided Illusory Extinction Array formed by the four Sword Bridges, which released four hundred-meter sword auras."

  "Not bad, you know a lot," at this time, a bright and clear voice sounded, several people's eyes turned around, but it was the guardian of Cambridge, looking at the silver sword emblem on his chest, knowing that he was a protector. This man had a middle-aged appearance, tall and sturdy, with a blue martial robe that set off his strong and powerful aura.

  The five of them saw the situation and slightly bowed their heads in a salute, as they were the top masters of the sect, second only to the Sect Master and Elders, so they all showed the due respect.

  "Ah, you're also here for the mission to garrison Sunset City?" The middle-aged guardian's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Lu Qing and his group of five. "The five of you together are indeed very powerful. You must be Nie Qingtian." The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the wine jug in Nie Qingtian's hand.

  Indeed, with Nie Qingtian's strength and reputation among the younger generation, plus his drunk appearance, it would be hard for others not to recognize him.

  Some of them rubbed their noses in embarrassment, and Nie Qingtian also understood the meaning of middle age. He responded somewhat awkwardly: "The Guardian is indeed sharp-eyed."

  The corners of his mouth revealed a hint of a smile, and the middle-aged guardian was obviously just joking. However, as soon as his gaze passed over Lu Qing's body, "Huh? How is that possible?" The middle-aged guardian blinked, and immediately Lu Qing felt a powerful divine sense stronger than his own sweep past him.

  "Jian Ke Xiao Tian Wei, how is it possible?" The middle-aged guardian took a few steps closer to Lu Qing and looked him up and down. "The Sword Bridge of Chaoyang Peak has always been my responsibility. You look unfamiliar, with such cultivation, I'm afraid you're at most 14 or 15 years old. Such a talented person, why has Chaoyang Peak been hiding you all this time?" This last sentence was directed at Nie Qingtian on the side.

  Just as Nie Qingtian was about to respond.

  "Huh? So, you're here too, stupid!" A clear and melodious female voice rang out, and then under everyone's gaze, six people walked over from a distance. The one walking in the front wore a familiar emerald green waist belt martial attire, and behind him was a blue scabbard with a blue jade sword - if it wasn't Ming Xue'er, who else could it be?

  Still with the same mischievous and eccentric appearance as before, Ming Xue'er walked a few steps to Lu Qing's side, looked him up and down for a few moments, and suddenly felt somewhat puzzled. "Huh? Why do I feel that your temperament has changed a lot, and your skin has also become so fair?"

  For some reason, when he saw Ming Xue'er come before him, Lu Qing's heart involuntarily skipped a beat, with a faint sense of panic, but his state of mind was high and he quickly calmed down this feeling.

  But the five people following behind Ming Xue'er were not as innocent as her. Among them was Yi Ruoyu, a disciple of Lingyun Peak who had met Lu Qing before, the third disciple Su Yun, a woman with a beautiful appearance, and two young men in their twenties. One of the young men wore white martial attire like Nie Qingtian and carried a long sword with a purple hilt on his back, exuding an aura of power that made people around him involuntarily shift their gaze to him.

  At this moment, the eyes of these five people are very good, unlike Ming Xue's confusion. They almost saw Lu Qing's general cultivation at a glance, and that faintly connected to the surrounding heaven and earth. The breath is clearly a pre-heaven sword cultivator who broke into the Sword Yuan realm by refining the pre-heaven.

  "How is this possible!" Su Yun was the first to exclaim.

  "What's wrong?" Luo Xin Yu was somewhat surprised. As the son of the sect master, he usually trained very hard every day. Today, it was rare to meet Ming Xue Er at Zixia Peak, so he had planned to accompany her and his fifth junior brother on a trip to Luoricheng. Just now, along the way, except for the mischievous Ming Xue Er, everyone was polite and had a pleasant conversation. At this moment, seeing Su Yun, who usually spoke steadily, reveal such a surprised expression, he couldn't help but become curious.

  "He has reached the Sword Guest stage!" Su Yun couldn't help but exclaim.

  "Ah, this young fellow's talent isn't bad. He can't be more than 14 or 15 years old now. Although he looks unfamiliar, I'm afraid he might be a hidden genius of Master Xuan Qing." Luo Xin Yu said nonchalantly, her gaze drifting carelessly over Nie Qing Tian's body, but Nie Qing Tian seemed to not notice, still slowly rotating the wine jug in his hand.

  "No, he was still an unripe swordsman just over three months ago!" Suzuno said with a calm and solemn tone.

  What!

  Everyone in the room was shocked, except for Lu Qing's five people, and they all stared at Lu Qing with faces that dared not believe. Luo Xin Yu's face did not show any expression, but his heart was like a huge wave surging and churning endlessly.

  Master Shu, is this really your arrangement after all these years? Luoxin Yu's eyes flickered, but soon calmed down.

  Yi Ruoyu was also beautiful, with her eyes flashing continuously as she stared tightly at Lu Qing. However, no matter how she discerned, she couldn't find a reason why Lu Qing wasn't a swordsman, and releasing her divine sense wouldn't be polite either.

  Look at Ming Xue again, her cherry lips are now open, and her bright eyes are wide open. "Stupid, you can't be serious." Ming Xue's voice is a bit weak, as the daughter of the master of Lingyun Peak, although she doesn't like to cultivate and is more playful, but being by her mother's side every day, she has learned many things through osmosis. At this moment, looking at Lu Qing's appearance, it is clearly the obvious manifestation of a sword cultivator breaking through to the Sword Guest stage from the innate realm. Even if she doesn't believe it in her heart, the fact is right in front of her, making her doubt.

  Although the exclamation of a few people was not loud, this Purple Mist Peak is where the Foreign Affairs Hall is located. On ordinary days, disciples from various peaks come and go frequently. Not to mention that the Beast Graveyard Riot, which occurs once every five years, is about to arrive. The number of people coming and going on the Four Directions Sword Bridge of Purple Mist Peak has almost doubled. Moreover, sword cultivators cultivate themselves, and once they have built their foundation and gathered their yuan, their ears are clear and their eyes are bright. However, some disciples who were passing by still heard a faint voice and turned their gaze over.

  It's clear that at this moment, the people gathered here are almost certainly discussing something they must talk about after dinner, and can be recognized at a glance.

  "That's the Purple Mist Sword, Heart Feather; the Fire Cloud Sword, Fierce Wind; the Gentle Breeze Sword, Clear Sky; the Thunder and Lightning Sword, Qian Ye; the Snow Reflection Sword, Yiru Yu; the Frosty Ice Sword, Su Yun, and also Little Princess Ming Xue Er."

  "They actually walked together, it seems that this time's garrison task we can only pick up some small fish and shrimp."

  "Yes, it would be great if we could be with them."

  "Let's forget it, with our family background and status, these people are not worthy of our attention." Not far away, two black-robed swordsmen who were passing by whispered to each other.

  Looking around at the gradually rising whispers, Yi Ruoyu revealed a smile and said: "Xue Er, let's find a place to reminisce again."

  Ming Xue'er still looked surprised, but nodded anyway. Everyone turned their attention to the middle-aged guardian, who also nodded and said, "Go." However, his gaze remained on Lu Qing, and the unhidden shock in his eyes betrayed his calm tone.

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