After nearly half a day of iron-blooded rectification by Elder Qingxuan, the Sword Sect gradually settled down and no one dared to cause trouble.

The only thing that made him regret was that with the battle between Ye Chen and Ling Xuanzi, the Sword Sect was destroyed too much, especially the first peak, which was almost penetrated, and it was not easy to repair it.

Soon, night fell.

The Ninth Peak, Gu Quan, Li Kang and others stood quietly in the darkness, and their eyes were occasionally looking at the peak of Ye Wushuang.

There were two figures with similar figures, and from time to time, a few pleasant laughter came.

After the second senior brother Li Kang withdrew his gaze, he couldn't help but say, "I really didn't expect that the junior brother's senior brother was so powerful. Today is like a dream."

"Yes, you don't know the moment Elder Qingxuan was captured. I even thought in my heart that we would be doomed..."

The eldest brother Gu Quan looked shocked and immediately said in awe: "Fortunately, Ye Shangxian arrived at the critical moment. It can be said that he is the life-saving benefactor of all of us!"

The other people also looked glad. It was really a thrilling thing that happened today.

While the few were talking, Hua Ling on the side suddenly said nervously: "Senior Brother, I just heard Ye Shangxian and the younger brother talking about a woman named Ning Ruolan, will it be..."

She actually wanted to say whether the woman named Ning Ruolan was Ye Wushuang's woman or something like that.

But as soon as I reached my mouth, I found that several senior brothers were looking at me with ambiguous faces, and her face turned red.

"Oh, our junior sister looks like Sichun..." Senior brother Gu Quan said with a smile.

"It's not just Sichun!"

The second senior brother Li Kang shook his eyebrows and said, "I think it's clear that I'm looking at you, and I'm drooling..."

"screw you!"

"Brother, second brother, you all bully me..."

"Hahaha……"

There was a sound of fighting in this quiet night, like silk and bamboo, and the east wind moistened the things silently.

...

"Brother, to protect my sister-in-law and the others, I had to break the sword when I left that day. At that time, I thought I was dead..."

"After I woke up, I found myself in a sect called Wanjian Pavilion in Kunlun Ruins. An old man named Wanjian saved me..."

At the top of the Ninth Peak, Ye Wushuang, dressed in white, stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, facing the cold wind and Ye Chen, telling him about his journey to Kunlun Ruins.

"Wanjian Pavilion? Old Man Wanjian?"

When Ye Chen heard this, he suddenly realized that the old man Wan Jian he mentioned was obviously the old beggar riding a donkey who had just left Wushuang.

Thinking of this, he was a little puzzled and couldn't help but slowly speak, "Then how did you come to this Sword Sect later?"

"Because Wanjian Pavilion was destroyed!"

Ye Wushuang's body gradually emitted a hint of coldness, and his eyes were faintly covered by frost: "Half a month after I woke up in Wanjian Pavilion, the Xiao family, one of the twelve ancient tribes, invaded Wanjian Pavilion on a large scale."

Ye Chen nodded secretly.

This is similar to what he knew from Shi Qianhan. On that day, he went to Hanguo to find Qianqian. On the way back, he met Shi Qianhan and happened to meet the warriors of the Xiao family.

It was also at that time that he learned that the Xiao family destroyed Wanjian Pavilion. I thought that before he went to Han Kingdom, Ye Wushuang arrived at Wanjian Pavilion, and the time was just right.

Ye Chen frowned slightly: "Why did the Xiao family destroy Wanjian Pavilion?"

As a member of the twelve ancient tribes, the Xiao family is above Wanjian Pavilion in terms of foundation and status. It is logical that there is no need to fight such a big fight against a sect, and it will kill all of them.

"That day, the Xiao family tried to break into Wanjian Pavilion for the reason that Wanjian Pavilion had tied up the disciples of the Xiao family and wanted to break into Wanjian Pavilion. In fact, this was just a crime to be punished and a fake way to destroy Guo!"

Ye Wushuang's eyes turned cold: "What they really want is the Tiangong Catalogue treasured by Wanjian Pavilion for thousands of years!"

After the words came, a gray bag suddenly shot out from his sleeve, which looked a bit like a bag with a small hole.

However, under Ye Chen's induction, he found that it was not like a magic weapon like a storage bag, but it was made of an animal's skin, which could be large or small.

Ye Wushuang took out a blue scroll from it and said, "Brother, this thing is the Tiangong Catalogue!"

“Huh?”

Ye Chen had a hint of surprise in his eyes: "It turned out to be a scroll? The people from Wanjian Pavilion know how to make scrolls?"

The so-called scroll is the thing used by the cultivation world to remember information, which is somewhat similar to books mentioned by ordinary people.

However, unlike books, the scroll does not record the most direct words and patterns, but the cultivator uses his spiritual sense to imprint the memory on the scroll.

In other words, the scroll is actually the carrier of memory, and only those who are proficient in spiritual power can read it.

"I don't know this either!"

Ye Wushuang was also puzzled: "Wanjian Pavilion practices martial arts, but the things passed down for thousands of years are spiritual memories. As far as I know, the Wanjian Pavilion has been passed down to this day, but it has not been able to crack the secrets on the Heavenly Gong Catalog."

"That's interesting!"

Ye Chen took it over, held the scroll with both ends and put it on his forehead, urging his spiritual sense to read the message on the scroll.

After a few seconds, he slowly put down the scroll in his hand, his face changing constantly, as if he was digesting the memories in his mind.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"It's really not unfair to have Wanjian Pavilion destroyed!"

Ye Chen shook his head slightly and frowned and said, "Once this thing is spread, it will definitely cause a huge storm in Kunlun Ruins!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look at Ye Wushuang: "It is recorded in the Tiangong Catalogue that a thousand years ago, a group of people known as the Tiangong clan built a divine ship. According to records, this ship can cross the void and reach the other side of the starry sky!"

Even though he had extraordinary insights, he was shocked by wherever he saw it, not by the ship that could cross the void, but by the fact that there were such a capable person on this earth.

"Brother means that this Tiangong Catalog is the structural drawing of that ship?" Ye Wushuang was moved.

"good!"

Ye Chen nodded slightly, and he couldn't help but wonder whether the ghost ship was also from the Tiangong clan.

If so, things will start to become a little confused again. After all, in theory, the ancient ship should lead to the ancient world, and the Wanjian Pavilion on the earth is not related to the ancient world.

The Tiangong Catalog records that this group of people from the Tiangong clan left the earth on the ship they built.

Did you go to the ancient world?

Or is it an unknown ancient starry sky road?

When he contacted the information he obtained from Su Qilin's soul, he couldn't help but start to feel curious about what the great disaster was five hundred years ago.

According to Su Qilin's memory, the great disaster five hundred years ago caused the saint to almost die, or chose to reincarnate or sleep.

But more existences and forces try to leave the earth.

Just like the Tiangong clan, as early as when the catastrophe was about to come, he built a divine ship in advance and left the earth!

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(ps: Today, there are two chapters. My mind is a little stuck. Let me sort out the outline and try to update it as much as possible tomorrow. The main reason is that this book is two million words, and the outline I set before has been written!)
Chapter completed!