After rebirth, the eldest sister voluntarily abdicated and gave way to the wise.

Chapter 137 Forbidden Land

that's it?

The disciples looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Yueming was quite pleased with their expressions. He paused fanning himself and said slowly, "The northeast corner of Qiming Mountain is a forbidden area. Moon-bright insects live there, and they can be used as medicine to refine elixirs and calm the mind. In the last two months, would you be willing to enter the forbidden area and find 36,000 moon-bright insects for our studio to refine into elixirs?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

The disciples who had already given up hope looked pale.

Qiming Mountain is a forbidden area, and even outside the Qiankun Sect, there are rumors about it, and every disciple in the sect knows about it.

I heard that there is a crescent-shaped lake inside the forbidden area of ​​Qiming Mountain. The water in the lake is only ankle-deep and not deep. There are colorful stones stacked in the lake, and the spiritual energy is lingering, making the lake water look as brilliant as the sunset, which is particularly beautiful.

Such a beautiful place should not be a forbidden area, but since when, there have been rumors that there is a terrifying ghost at the bottom of Crescent Lake, with a green face and fangs, missing eyes and broken legs, who can swallow human souls and eat human bone marrow. He prefers to eat the hearts of monks to increase his own Yin energy.

Because of the heavy killing and heinous sins, it is difficult for him to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and he cannot even become a ghost cultivator.

The Qiankun Sect had summoned its disciples to investigate, but they all returned empty-handed.

It is better to be safe than sorry. The elders of the sect were afraid that some disciples might meet with an accident here, so they simply designated this place as a forbidden area. No one is allowed to enter unless there are special circumstances.

As rumors spread, they naturally became more and more terrifying, and it could even stop children from crying at night.

Just imagine, who among these idiots would dare to go in? Wouldn’t that be courting death?

Don’t even think about looking for the Moon Bug, that’s bullshit!

Does this mean you want to kill them completely?

The disciples in the hall wanted to attack him together and bite him, but no one dared to say that they were unwilling. The atmosphere suddenly became strangely quiet.

Jiang Yueming didn't get angry either. He chuckled softly and sighed, "Since you all have tacitly agreed to go find the Moonlight Bug for me, then pack up and gather at the edge of the forbidden area. I'll personally escort you in."

"..."

Who agreed to it?!

"What? Did I guess what you meant wrong?" His light eyes swept over everyone in the hall in an instant.

The disciples felt their breathing tighten, and immediately stood up and lowered their heads, strictly stating their determination and position.

Jiang Liqian didn't want to go with them. She was used to being punished anyway, so she didn't mind this extra punishment. But Jiang Yueming said to her with a hint of meaning, "Qian'er, the spiritual swords in the square haven't been collected yet. You should pack them up first before going. I'll wait for you in the studio."

Her face turned pale and she pinched the dark lines on her cuffs.

After a while, she stood up and said, "Yes."

Jiang Liqian walked out of Qimingzhai only after everyone had left.

She held her breath slightly, her fingertips feeling cold, and walked towards the square step by step. When her eyes touched the rows of spiritual swords on the shelves, her steps suddenly stopped.

Countless expressions flashed across her dark and misty eyes, then faded away little by little, revealing the desolation and confusion within.

Her heart felt empty, as if there was a big hole in it, letting the strong wind howl through it, gnawing at her bones and bringing blood.

"Lingling!"

"Ling——!"

The sound of a crisp bell suddenly brought her back to her senses. Jiang Liqian subconsciously looked in a certain direction, her heart churning, but she could only close her eyes and calm down. She turned around and took another step towards the shelf where the spiritual swords were placed.

She knew clearly that she shouldn't do that, but she couldn't help but reach out her hand. Her cold fingertips touched the sword edge and blood immediately came out.

But the spirit sword seemed to be very disgusted with her touch. It flew out with a "swish" and jumped into the nearby stream. It did not jump out of the stream until all the blood was gone, and then it jumped obliquely into the ground.

Jiang Liqian's heart trembled violently, and her eyes turned red instantly, and warm liquid almost flowed out.

She didn't tell Shui Lian'er and Qin Beiyao.

The reason why she was so tired every day was actually because she couldn't pick up a sword.

She has lost her sword spirit, and even the lowest-level spiritual sword will not work for her.

Practicing sword skills is one of the most basic trainings for disciples of the Qiankun Sect, and it is also something that most disciples of the sect can do, even if they are just practicing very basic sword skills.

But she couldn't pick up any of the spiritual swords on the shelves, nor could she practice sword fighting with them. In order not to stand out from the crowd, she had no choice but to go to an uninhabited cliff top before practicing sword fighting every day, using the essence of the moonlight, her own spiritual power as a guide, and the appearance of the spiritual swords in her sea of ​​consciousness as a formation, weaving a spiritual sword exactly the same as the one on the shelf inch by inch.

However, this sword is not that sword. It is not a real spiritual sword, but a sword formed by the essence of moonlight. So although she can hold it in her hand, it does not have the power that a spiritual sword should have.

It just looks alike.

However, this method consumes a lot of mental energy. The weaving, shaping, and swinging of the spirit sword all require mental control. She is only a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage now, and her mental energy is limited. She is struggling almost every day.

Fortunately, she knew that four months later Jiang Yueming would not let them practice sword together, but would go to the forbidden area.

Every generation of disciples who enter Qimingzhai spends the last two months in a forbidden area. However, after coming out, they are not allowed to talk about matters in the forbidden area.

And now it is just as she expected.

But she didn't expect Jiang Yueming to ask her to deal with these spiritual swords.

In her previous life, she loved swords.

Every move, every edge, every face, seemed to exist within her, engraved into her bones and immersed in the depths of her soul.

Today, she dared not look at the sword anymore.

Suppressing the bitterness surging in her heart, Jiang Liqian took out the storage bag and used the power of thunder to put the magic sword and the ancient frame into it. Finally, she walked to the stream and stared at the magic sword inserted into the ground. After a long while, she tried to use the power of thunder to put it into the storage bag through the air.

Everything went smoothly at first, but when the spirit sword was about to be put into the storage bag, suddenly, the sword body trembled and went crazy, and actually tore the storage bag without anyone's control.

The spiritual swords fell from the sky with a clanging sound, like a rain of spiritual swords.

Jiang Liqian stood there in a daze, her whole body cold.

She didn't even realize that the spiritual sword was about to pierce her.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Get out of the way!" A crisp voice suddenly broke the silence.

Before he could react, he was hugged and rolled several times on the ground, just rolling out of the range where the spirit sword landed.

"Hey, why are you so dumb? You were quite smart on the quiz, but now you're acting like a goose! If all those spirit swords fall on you, you'll be dead even if you have nine lives!"

The angry voice was mixed with disappointment.

Jiang Liqian looked up and saw a little girl with a rambutan bun staring at her with her hands on her hips. Her cheeks were rosy and she still had some baby fat.

"Many...thank you very much."

She wanted to get up from the ground, but found her hands and feet numb and fell down again.