"More than six hundred years ago, one day, Liu Bowen found the Dingbian Patriarch of our Sword Sect. Originally, after the first battle at Poyang Lake, the two had not seen each other for decades, and the two sides were friends and enemies......"

Lin Xi's words were eloquent, and a historical picture scroll more than 600 years ago was slowly unfolded......

It was late autumn.

Zhang Dingbian deeply felt that the dragon vein of the Ming Empire had been stabilized, and it was difficult to shake it with his strength, and he could no longer revive Chen Hanguo.

At that time, Liu Bowen appeared.

He was still as young as he had been twenty years ago, dressed in a scholar's shirt and three black beards under his chin, walking in the light of the setting sun.

Zhang Dingbian was originally instructing his disciples about his posthumous affairs, but after seeing Liu Bowen, he didn't know where he got the strength, so he sat up all of a sudden, and said in a lost voice: "Liu Ji!"

"Brother Dingbian, after 20 years of separation, you have always been fine?" Liu Bowen's figure was wrapped in the sunset, as if he was covered in the sunset, and his face was blurred, making it impossible to see his joy and anger.

But his voice, his smell, Zhang Dingbian will never forget in his life.

The old man, who had gained strength out of nowhere, had a bright light in his eyes, and said in a low and wary voice: "What are you doing here?

Liu Bowen smiled lightly and said calmly: "Ji, this time, one is to see the old man, and the other is for this sword." "

With his words, Liu Ji's right hand was raised.

Only then did Zhang Dingbian notice that he was holding an old long sword in his hand, the sword was in the sheath, and it was silent.

However, Zhang Dingbian, with the eyes of the master of the Sword Sect, still clearly perceived that the edge of this sword, once it was unsheathed, would definitely be earth-shattering.

"Good sword!" he said slowly, his body not relaxing in the slightest.

Twenty years ago, if it weren't for the person in front of him, how could Liu Bowen, a great feng shui master who had been fighting with him all his life, lose to Zhu Yuanzhang on Poyang Lake with Chen Youliang?

Looking at the enemy in front of him, Zhang Dingbian had mixed feelings in his heart.

"This sword is called Dragon Slaying, and I have used it to cut off the dragon veins in the world. Zhu Yuanzhang spit out a secret in a calm tone.

"What?" Zhang Dingbian's heart shook violently, as if thunder exploded in his ears, and he almost jumped up in horror.

The disciples serving beside him were also stunned.

Cutting off the dragon veins in the world, even the craziest Meng Yuan can't do such a thing, this person ...... Is this man crazy?

"Liu Ji, you ......"

Zhang Dingbian pointed at Liu Bowen and couldn't say a word. Looking at the "old man" who has been fighting in front of him for more than 20 years, I feel that he has suddenly become extremely strange.

Cut off the dragon veins in the world, what will happen to the Ming Dynasty?

Liu Bowen wholeheartedly assisted Zhu Yuanzhang to restore the Han world, how could he do such a thing of pain for relatives and quick for enemies, and self-destruction of the Great Wall?

"It's a long story, Brother Dingbian, it's better to find a secluded place, let's talk about it in detail. "

Liu Bowen stepped forward and gently grabbed Zhang Dingbian's arm, this time, Zhang Dingbian did not refuse, and the two walked into Zhang Dingbian's sword room and started a secret conversation between the two strongest feng shui masters in the world.

No one knows what Liu Bowen and Zhang Dingbian said, only that Liu Bowen gave Zhang Dingbian the dragon sword, and the aging and dying Zhang Dingbian stood up tenaciously again, supported it for several years, built a secret underground palace tomb, and finally passed away with a smile on the dragon sword.

Lin Xi ended the story about Liu Bowen and Zhang Dingbian.

Everyone around him was breathless, unable to speak for a long time, as if immersed in the strange historical picture scroll of the clouds and waves, and could not wake up for a long time.

After a long time, Yang Qiao opened his mouth and asked, "After that, has Zhang Dingbian seen Liu Bowen again?"

Lin Xi shook his head slowly: "As far as I know, no." "

"Then do you Sword Sect know where Liu Bowen went later?" Yang Qiao then asked urgently. It's about Liu Bowen, and he doesn't want to let go of any clues.

Lin Xi hesitated for a moment and said, "According to the notes of some masters in the door, it should be ...... I went to Shuzhong. "

Went to Shuzhong?

Yang Qiao's body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

The timeline is aligned.

After Liu Bowen cut off the dragon veins in the world, he found Zhang Dingbian and left the dragon sword to Zhang Dingbian.

Thinking about it again, Liu Bowen first cut off the dragon veins in the world, and then collected some dragon vein fragments, leaving layouts in various ancient tombs, among which Xie An's resentful spirit may have been found and sealed.

After that, he took the Dragon Slaying Sword out of Xie An's seal again and handed it to Zhang Dingbian.

Yes, it must be.

After meeting Zhang Dingbian, Liu Bowen went to Shuzhong again, perhaps he went directly to the Sanxingdui ruins, where he discovered the ancient Shu civilization, found the Shu dragon vein in the remains of the ancient witch culture, and made some other layouts.

After more than 600 years, he inherited the legal system of Lu Weijiu, found Xie An's seal in the underground palace of Xin Chai's tomb, and subdued the ancient Shu dragon vein in the ruins of Sanxingdui, and he also coincided with Liu Bowen's trajectory back then.

But why did Liu Bowen do all this--

Why cut off the dragon veins in the world?

Why did you give the Dragon Slaying Sword to Zhang Dingbian?

Why is it laid out everywhere after cutting off the dragon vein?

The secrets of all this have not yet been solved.

Not only Yang Qiao was thinking about Liu Bowen's puzzles, but even the third uncle, Gu Lao, and Wen Lao, the four feng shui sects, the people of the six sects of Xuanmen, and even the three elders of Qingcheng and the seven sons of the north on the other side were all scratching their heads.

If you don't figure out what Liu Bowen wants, you can't unlock the feng shui layout of this underground palace, and only by mastering Liu Bowen's ideas can you break the current predicament and have a chance to escape from Ascension.

In the midst of the silence, Xuan Mingzi, who was far away from Yang Qiao and them in the underground palace, suddenly opened his mouth and took Lin Xi's words and said, "Liu Bowen has indeed been to Shuzhong. "

Everyone looked up at him in surprise.

"I also have the records and notes of the elders in this sect, if it weren't for Liu Bowen to Shuzhong, why would our three elders of Qingcheng wait for the Shu dragon vein to reappear, how would we know the Shu dragon vein and the immortal medicine, and the secret of Jianmu. "

Elixir of immortality?

Jianmu?

Yang Qiao's heartbeat became violent, and he had a hunch that maybe this time, it was really possible to crack Liu Bowen's thoughts.

At this time, everyone was on the same boat, and Xuan Mingzi had a lot less scruples when he spoke. Maybe he also knows that only by everyone working together can they live.

I saw a look of deep memories on his childlike face: "That was eighty years ago...... At that time, I was still an ignorant and ignorant child......"

The river of time seems to be slowly flowing backwards, and with Xuan Mingzi's words, a dusty past sealed in the memory box is opened.

It was early in the morning.

The sky was covered with fish belly white, and the entire Qingcheng Mountain was surrounded by a cool mist.

Xuan Mingzi sat up from the futon after finishing the morning class, he thought silently in his heart, and walked out of the main hall.

This is the lesson that Master taught him, and he should memorize the whole text within this week.

As soon as he walked out of the hall, he suddenly saw a person standing on the mountain rock more than ten zhang away in front of the hall.

Xuan Mingzi was taken aback.

He knew that the huge rock in front of the main hall was facing the cliff, no more than a meter wide, and the frost and dew were slippery in the morning, and if the person accidentally slipped under his feet, he might fall into the abyss.

"Be careful!"

As soon as Xuan Mingzi spoke, he saw the figure move, as if he was frightened by his own voice, and fell straight to the end of the cliff.

"Ahh Seeing that the other party was very uncomfortable because of his fall, he hurried to the boulder and looked down.

The clouds and mist under the cliff are vast, and there is still a little human figure to be seen.

Xuan Mingzi was stunned for a moment, looking at the sea of clouds below in a daze, his heart was blank.

Just when he couldn't let go, he suddenly felt a hurricane blowing from the bottom of the cliff, and below the cliff, the sea of clouds was boiling.

The next moment, I saw a cyan figure under the cliff break through the clouds and rise step by step.

The clouds on the horizon opened a line, and thousands of golden rays were sprinkled.

With this light, Xuan Mingzi saw that the man's feet were surrounded by clouds and mist, like the immortal who sucked wind and drank dew in ancient books and legends, and he fell in front of him step by step like stepping on a ladder.

I can't describe the shock in my heart at this moment.

Xuan Mingzi has been living in this ancient temple in the mountains for twelve years, and it is the first time he has seen such a strange scene, and he only feels that there is a voice in his chest that wants to shout out, but he can't rush out of his chest.

"It turns out to be true! It turns out that what is said above is true, there are really immortals in this world!"

Against the rising sun, Xuan Mingzi looked up at this person's face, faintly felt a trace of familiarity, his heart moved, blessed his heart, and knelt down at this person: "Master!"

It turned out that the person who fell off the cliff and flew up by stepping on the clouds with the supreme secret method was his master, the master of the Taoist temple who had raised Xuan Mingzi for twelve years, and the Taoist name was the eldest son.

Glancing at the disciple kneeling on the ground, Changshengzi's slender eyes flashed thoughtfully: "Get up." "

The disciple's voice disturbed the master and he didn't dare to get up. Xuan Mingzi said in a trembling voice.

The eldest son lightly twisted the three long strands of long hair hanging on his chest, and sighed: "A drink and a peck have their own destiny, since you are seen today, it is also your fate, get up, come with me." "

Xuan Mingzi was ecstatic in his heart, he heard that there was no blame in his master's words, and there seemed to be a hint of passing on the Fa to himself.

At that moment, he respectfully followed the eldest son to a quiet room, where the eldest son opened a door for him that he had never thought of in his life.

Feng Shui Avenue, the gate of Heaven and Earth Avenue......

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