"What's the matter?"

Seeing that Yuan Zhengyang was talking seriously, Xiao Tangtang seemed to have thought of something and suddenly became a little disappointed, "Yes, does it have anything to do with me?"

Yuan Zhengyang was stunned.

"I know."

Pinching the corner of the skirt, the little girl said with a look of loss: "My father and mother have never asked me to practice. Is it because I like swords too much..."

Although she is young.

But there have been many things.

Rules of Zhenjiancheng.

It's already so strict that it's outrageous!

Not only do they often capture external sword cultivators.

Even people in the city will be investigated regularly and strictly. Once a monk with sword talent is found, he will not end up being very good regardless of whether he practices swords or not.

"well."

Yuan Zhengyang sighed without explaining, touched the little girl's head, with a look of regret and regret.

"It's not your fault."

"If you are outside, you must be the most shining sword genius, but... good fortune is so good, why did you come here?"

Having said that.

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

"kindness."

Xiao Tangtang seemed to understand but nodded in confusion, "I remember."

"That's good."

Yuan Zhengyang sighed again, "From today, don't come again. Even if you come, grandpa will not see you anymore, and there is no need to be sad. This is the case in the world."

After saying that.

When he turned around, his waist and back were straightened, and he walked into the mine!

"grandfather!"

The little girl couldn't help but shouted in a crying voice: "Where are you going?"

Yuan Zhengyang's body stagnated.

"Do something the sword cultivator should do!"

The words are over.

His figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the void.

This mine is extremely deep.

It seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and the cave is well connected, like a spider web. Not to mention the complex terrain, each mine is narrow and narrow, and I don’t know where to go.

Yuan Zhengyang walked forward with great strides.

From time to time, a depressing cough sounded in the empty hole, as if a hint of pain was hidden.

After a long time.

The vision in front of me became wider, but I came to a stone cave deep in the ground.

Several pearls were hung on the stone wall.

It illuminated the scene inside the cave.

All are people!

They were all dressed in rags, with a undressed face, and more than 3,000 yuan, which made the mine cave airtight.

It was all sword slaves!

only.

Compared with the sword slaves outside, although these people are embarrassed, they have a calm temperament and a tough face, and their eyes are often sharp.

A cough sounded.

Everyone looked at the entrance of the cave together.

"Senior Origin!"

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Brother Yuan!"

“…”

Everyone stood up and spoke.

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

It is Yuan Zhengyang!

Waving his hand, he signaled everyone to calm down. He coughed twice, as if he was a little tired, so he found a place to sit down.

"Original Senior."

A young man said curiously: "Is it Tangtang coming again?"

"good."

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled knowingly, and a hint of doting flashed in their eyes.

This year.

All the people who delivered the medicine were Tangtang.

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!"

"Yes, if you enter the practice, with her swordsmanship, your achievements will be far beyond limit!"

"What a pity."

One person sighed: "If you are outside, you will even pester and betray her and be stubborn, I will accept her as your disciple!"

"I just want to think of good things!"

"That's it! If you want to accept disciples, it must be me!"

"I'm obviously qualified!"

"Fart! If you were outside, could you snatch me?"

“…”

Speaking of taking disciples.

Everyone spoke one after another and almost started arguing.

"Okay, okay!"

An elderly monk said angrily: "Brother Yuan said he is not qualified to accept disciples. What are your dreams?"

"To me."

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

As soon as this is said.

Everyone was silent and looked at Yuan Zhengyang together.

Being together for many years.

They already knew Yuan Zhengyang's identity. The nine generations of sword heads back then had a half-master relationship with him. Now the ten generations of sword heads back now are his junior brothers!

In addition, he is not upright.

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

"well."

A young man sighed, "My biggest regret in my life is that I cannot go to the Xuantian Realm, take a look at the sword monument, and see the style of the Xuantian sword head!"

“I haven’t been there either.”

"What a pity, I should have gone to see it early back then."

"I can't go to the Xuantian Realm in person in this life, and I can be a sword cultivator!"

“…”

Everyone spoke one after another.
To be continued...