It is said that when the soul of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion returned to the Nine Heavens, he left four divine swords hanging above the starry sky at the top of Kunlun.

Countless years ago, on the night of the stargazing and stargazing confrontation, a once-in-a-thousand year star rain fell in the starry night sky, and countless stars fell to the top of Kunlun, smashing the endless Kunlun divine vein out of a sinkhole.

The place where the starfall fell was the heavenly pond that was later overgrown with raccoon flowers.

Luo Changfeng inquired about the inside of Tianchi.

According to the stargazing old man, after the stars fell into the Tianchi that year, the sword cultivator invited the senior powerhouse of the first family Jiang Family Shuzi Sect to go deep into the Tianchi and chiseled the meteorite that had been heaped in the Tianchi by the wear and tear of space into a starfall giant tower that stood upside down in the depths of the Kunlun divine vein.

Except for a few predecessors of the Jiang family who participated in the construction of the stone tower, no one knew how high the starfall tower was that stood upside down in the Kunlun divine vein.

The stargazer didn't know either.

I only knew that the four divine swords that fell into Tianchi with the stars were hidden in the Starfall Tower in Tianchi from then on, along with countless Sword Pavilion famous swords.

Chixiao, Tianlan, Zhanlu, Mo Xie...... The Four Divine Swords had not been included in the Heavenly Machine Pavilion Divine Weapon List, and Luo Changfeng vaguely guessed that the power of any Divine Sword hidden in the Heavenly Pool at the top of Starfall Peak would not be below Long Yuan and Nanxian in the Divine Weapon List.

Otherwise, the stargazers who set foot in Kunlun after a thousand years will not be so jealous!

It's just that Luo Changfeng is puzzled.

He couldn't figure out why the stargazing old man would pretend to use their hands to enter the Tianchi to get a sword.

Wouldn't it be more straightforward to stay in the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun with the cultivation of the strongest saint in the realm of divine guidance than to obtain the qualification of washing the sword in the Huanhuachi through the sword?

Luo Changfeng and his senior brother, who were suspicious, followed the stargazing old man who couldn't snoop out of his mind, and settled in Tianyun City at the foot of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun.

......

After the rain, the sky of the new city is extremely blue, and a rainbow bridge quietly hangs on the horizon in the direction of the city gate.

Under the Rainbow Bridge, a monk wearing a red robe and holding a golden lotus slowly entered the city.

A pair of straw sandals that have been sewn thousands of miles away.

A dusty Buddha holding a cicada robe.

A string of 110 tantric prayer beads visualizing the Buddhas.

A palm-filled lotus flower that achieves a golden body.

The monk is kind and kind-eyed, and under the rainbow bridge, he is like a great light Buddha who sees his true nature, full of sacred flavor.

Naturally, the monk was not a true saint.

The monk didn't even go to Zen and didn't worship the Buddha.

The monk once said frankly that his entry into Buddhism was just a matter of thought.

So the monk only has one thought of Buddha-nature.

The name of the monk from the world of the broken mirror in the West is the contemporary Buddha of Buddhism, the Buddha who holds the golden lotus.

......

In front of the 'Wang's Inn' in the south of Tianyong City, there was a handsome young man in white clothes and white hair with a slender figure standing with his hands in his hands.

The man raised his head slightly, his bright and sharp eyes stared at the four ordinary and ugly words on the wine banner in front of the inn, thinking that the word Wang must be a drunken graffiti. In addition to the faint sword intent that was deeply hidden under the edge of the wine intent pen, everyone could not see the slightest uniqueness in the calligraphy of the Ten Heavens Manifestation Sacred Book Mountain Moyan.

The white-haired man in white did not stop in front of the door for long.

After a slight mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth, he stepped into the Wang Inn.

He came looking for someone.

Or rather, to meet someone.

A man who had never admired the name for a long time, but it was like thunder to him.

The handsome and extravagant white-haired man found a secluded place and sat down.

The shopkeeper, who is famous for his quick hands and feet and many inns in Tianyun City, saw this handsome man who revealed the royal nobility all over Zhou's body at a glance, and secretly thought about the business in his heart and said with a smile: "What does this son want?"

The handsome man in white clothes and white hair did not speak.

He looked at Xiao Er, who was about the same age as himself, with scrutinizing eyes.

Disappointed, he didn't see anything different from this little er.

Ordinary facial features that are difficult to distinguish at a glance in the crowd, an ordinary body shape that is not tall, not short, not fat, and not thin. There is no extravagance, no ruffian, and no ordinary temperament.

It's really an ordinary person!

He even had some doubts about the truth of what he was hearing.

He sighed softly.

Pointing to the opposite position, the handsome man in white clothes and white hair motioned for Xiao Er to sit down.

The shopkeeper's gaze was a little dazed.

He had been waiting for the inn for no less than ten years, and he had never experienced such treatment.

His name is Wang Xiaoer.

The Wang Family Inn is the only remaining family property of my father's life, and it is also the goal of his life to inherit and prosper.

As the only heir of the Wang Inn, even if he is only under his father, he has never blindly developed a sense of self-superiority and regarded himself as the young master of the Wang family.

Although this is considered his self-knowledge.

Wang Xiaoer, who adhered to the supremacy of guests, sat cautiously and unnaturally opposite the handsome man in white clothes and white hair.

The tablecloth in his hand wiped his hands a little nervously.

"What do you command?"

"I want to see something. ”

Childe laughed, what can be in the inn that can get into Childe's precious eyes. ”

The double-handled invisible sword, which cannot be seen, does not know what to touch, passes through things but does not perceive things, and the edge is contained but not revealed. The sword body is reflected in the moon, and it is ...... Nothing can be seen indeed. ”

Xiao Er didn't understand what Childe said. ”

"Then I'll be clearer of it. The handsome man in white clothes and white hair glanced at Wang Xiaoer and smiled.

"The world only knows that there is a disciple who cultivates the King Dao Sword and is famous all over the world under the old man of the Sword Pavilion Sect, but they don't know that there is a little-known senior brother of the Tibetan Sword Sect in the Sword Hidden Peak of Kunlun Mountain.

This senior brother is extremely ordinary. Not only is his appearance ordinary, but even his kendo cultivation is extremely ordinary. So much so that since the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have competed countless times, he has never won a victory.

But the most strange thing is that this senior brother of the Tibetan Sword Sect, who has never won a victory, has never been defeated. Even if he competed with the four gold, silver, bronze and iron orders of the Sword Pavilion and even the Muyun Sword City with the royal sword, he did not taste defeat.

He retracts his body, hides his wisdom, and is weak when he is weak, and stronger when he is strong.

His name is Wang Xiaoer.

He is a well-deserved kendo genius among the juniors of the Sword Pavilion!

In the Kunlun Sword Hidden Peak, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect preferred to affectionately call him Senior Brother Xiao Wang.

You said this person, could it be in this Wang Inn?"

Fingers hit the table like raindrops, and the handsome man in white clothes and white hair had a hidden edge in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly stunned.

Kunlun washes swords in the green plum season, and the recent Tianyong City is indeed much more lively than in the past.

The number of cultivators coming and going to the inn to stay and rest has multiplied, and for him, it was a happy thing.

But now, he couldn't be happy.

Wang Xiaoer's sitting posture was a little stiff.

I don't know if it was because his identity was revealed or something else, but he sat motionless at the table.

The young and handsome man in white clothes and white hair got up with a smile and left the inn with his slender hands.

"My name is Emperor Wu Tears, and I hope to see your moon on the day when Huanhua washes the sword!"

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