The Chinese landscape, the south is unique, now it is the early spring, the earth is full of vitality, and the mountains that have been silent for a cold winter have resounded everywhere with cheerful birdsong. The breeze carries a faint sense of freshness and life, which makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

In the middle of the mountains, there is a very large mountain villa built on a beautiful mountainside, this mountain villa is an old mansion in the style of a garden, and it is full of historical atmosphere. The red walls and green tiles loom among the trees, showing that this manor is at least hundreds of years old. Although the villa has undergone numerous repairs and reconstructions, most of the historical traces have been preserved.

It is undoubtedly a paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a little less hustle and bustle, and a little more quiet. The master here is also a very big person, even the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese foreign martial arts world, the head of the young ** dang saw the owner of this villa and gave three points. Because this is the Nangong family, there is a sword master known as the "Sword God".

Nangong Shijia Wanmei Villa covers an extremely wide area, there are two mighty stone lions in front of the vermilion lacquer gate of the villa, open teeth and angry eyes, and there are one hundred and eight stone stairs leading straight to the bottom of the mountain before the stone lion. The main entrance of the villa opens day and night, allowing seven or eight people to enter in parallel. The banner book on the door has four big characters of "for the country and the people", which is the great man of chivalry for the country and the people.

The reason why this manor is called Wanmei Villa is because most of the trees planted in the village are plum trees, and the mountain behind it is a large continuous plum forest.

In modern times, chivalry has become extinct. In modern cities, few people are willing to spend a lot of time and energy to practice martial arts in order to make a living. However, among ordinary people, there is still a real world of warriors and supernatural people, but ordinary people don't know and don't believe in their existence.

In the inner courtyard of the antique villa, a boy about seven or eight years old stood under the plum tree in the courtyard with a long sword in his hand. The boy stared intently at the pink petals falling in the wind, not moving.

Under the eaves not far behind the boy, a middle-aged man in a purple robe and a beautiful young woman stood. The middle-aged man's face was slightly bearded and cold, but his eyes were full of love when he looked at the boy.

At this time, a cold light suddenly flashed in the courtyard, and I saw a cold light crossing the sky, and a petal that was falling was split into two from it. The boy's body turned with the sword, and the cold light suddenly rose, and the tip of the long sword turned into a little cold star, flying upward.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile when he saw the boy's swordsmanship. None of the cold stars formed by the tip of the boy's sword missed, and they all accurately hit a petal that floated down from the branch of a plum tree.

The sword was a long sword, and the boy used it with light and agility, not at all clumsy because of his height, and his movements did not drag at all.

"Daddy, how about my move?" the boy shouted as he ran to the middle-aged man with a smile.

"It's okay!" the middle-aged man said with a calm face.

"That's right. The boy pouted and took the middle-aged man's hand and shook it for a while, and said coquettishly.

"Son, don't listen to your father, your trick just now is amazing. The beautiful woman glanced at the middle-aged man beside her and said dotingly.

"If you close your eyes, you can still stab the petals that fall from the tree, and this trick 'Flying Star from the Sky' can be considered to be practiced. The middle-aged man Gu Bo said casually.

"If you don't look at the petals of the sword, you can stab the petals that are falling down?" said the boy with a puzzled expression.

"Of course you can stab. The middle-aged man said slowly.

"Chu'er is still a child, no matter how talented he is, he can't accurately stab the falling petals with his eyes closed, do you think everyone can be like you, the 'Great Sword God'. The beautiful woman sneered.

This middle-aged man is the owner here, the famous "Sword God" Nangong Wuyan in the ancient martial arts world today. The beautiful woman is his wife Chu Wan, and the boy whose swordsmanship is not weak is their precious son Nangong Chu.

Nangong Chu, the young master of the Nangong family, is gifted and intelligent, knows words at the age of five and learns martial arts at the age of six, and is a rare martial arts wizard in the ancient martial arts world today.

"Daddy, can you show me a demonstration?" Nangong Chu handed over the long sword in his hand and said with a mischievous face. Since my father said that he could do it, I had to ask my father to give it a try and see if he really had this kind of magic skill.

Nangong Wuya didn't say anything, reached out and took the long sword and walked to the middle of the courtyard. But when the breeze blew, a burst of petals fell from the branches of the plum tree.

With his back to the plum tree, Nangong Wuya seemed to think that there were not enough petals floating in the air, and his left hand swept back into the air, and the body of the old plum tree vibrate, and the petals on the branches immediately fluttered down, as if there was a flower rain in the sky.

The petals are fluttering one after another, flying all over the air, and it is very beautiful.

Nangong Wuya's right hand sword swung back at will, and a thousand points of cold light suddenly rose out of thin air, shooting towards the rain of petals in the air like a meteor crossing the sky, and the sword qi was agitated in the courtyard.

It is also a move "Flying Star Outside the Sky", which is indeed extraordinary in the hands of Nangong Wuya, and the sword moves are fast and accurate.

The cold light in the sky flashed away, and Nangong Wuyan's recruitment move was extremely fast, but it gave people a clear and abnormal feeling, showing this move clearly in front of Nangong Chu and Chu Wan.

"How is it?" Nangong Wuya slowly walked back under the eaves and said to his son with a smile on his face.

"Wow! Daddy is so powerful, I want to learn this kind of swordsmanship from Daddy. Nangong Chu was still a child after all, and he couldn't help but exclaim happily when he saw something new.

"Forget it, such a clever swordsmanship Chu Er can't learn it even if he wants to. Chu Wan said angrily. She is the second disciple of the Emei faction Yiyin Shenni, one of the famous Emei Sanqi on the rivers and lakes, and a great expert in using swords, how could she not see the sword intent contained in Nangong Wuya's sword?

Nangong Wuya was noncommittal to his wife's words, and handed the long sword in his hand to his son Nangong Chu while saying to him: "One day you will surpass your father, work hard!"

"Well, the child must be like his father. Nangong Chu took the long sword and said with a firm expression.

Nangong Wuya nodded, and walked towards the house, Chu Wan led Nangong Chu to follow behind Nangong Wuya. In the Wanmei Villa of the Nangong family, there are dozens of courtyards inside, and this courtyard is the living place of Nangong Wuyan.

After entering the house, after Nangong Wuya sat down, he took out a pitch-black iron box from his body and carefully examined it and played with it. I saw that this iron box was half a foot square, and the five sides were as smooth as a mirror, and only one side was divided into eight rings by eight circular slits.

The eight rings are all carved with patterns, but these are fragmentary drawings and are incomplete.

As soon as Nangong Chu saw this quaint box, he shouted, "Daddy, let me play with it." ”

With a little hand stretched out, Nangong Chu honestly and unceremoniously snatched the box from his father's hand. I saw that he immediately fiddled with the box with great interest. It turned out that the eight rings could be rotated, and Nangong Chu was playing a jigsaw puzzle.

Chu Wan said: "I said the child's father, this box is really a Qiankun treasure box?" Chu thought to himself, this box just seems thick and long-lasting, except for a picture and a ring on one side, there is nothing other different.

Nangong Wuya muttered: "This box was obtained by an ancestor of our family by chance more than three hundred years ago. At that time, for this box, I don't know how many black and white characters lost their lives. ”

Nangong Wuya then sighed again: "Sister Wan, you must also know the origin of this Qiankun treasure box. ”

"Well, I once heard her old man say something about this box when I listened to the master talk about martial arts allusions, and I heard that this box was originally left by Zhang Daoling, the first generation of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, and it contained a Danshu fire talisman, which can prove the immortal way, but since Zhang Daoling abandoned the world, no one has opened this iron box. ”

Nangong Wuya waved his hand and said: "What you are listening to is just the nonsense of the rivers and lakes, who left this iron box, in fact, there is no way to verify it, it is just a reputation that spreads far and wide, and it is just the name of Dao Ancestor." However, this treasure box was opened once. ”

Chu Wan smiled: "Interesting, let's hear it." Nangong Chu, who was playing with the puzzle with the box, also stopped at this time, and looked at his father intently, he also had a strong curiosity.

"Wanmei, have you ever heard of Chongyang Zhenren?" Nangong Wuyi said.

Chu Wan smiled and said, "How could I not know Wang Chongyang? After Jingkang, the Daomen is divided into two sects, the north and the south, and Wang Chongyang is the ancestor of the north sect. ”

Nangong Wuya sighed: "Chongyang Zhenren is indeed a first-class figure in ancient and modern times, the three sects and nine streams, and the sons of the hundred schools are all proficient, and his martial arts cultivation is even more superb, and he is above the moment. ”

Nangong Chu suddenly said from the side: "Is it this Chongyang real person who opened this strange box?"

"You're not stupid, little one. Nangong Wuya smiled rarely.

Chu Wan said angrily: "Okay, you said he wasn't stupid, but you scolded me for being stupid?"

Nangong Wuya hurriedly said: "I didn't say this. ”

Chu Wan snorted and said, "In this way, this Qiankun iron box is a little interesting. Now that Wang Chongyang has opened the box, why do you want to lock it up again?"

Nangong Wuyan said: "This is unknown, according to legend, as long as the pattern of the eight rings on it is put together into a complete painting, you can open the treasure box, but for many years, except for the ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang, countless amazing and brilliant people have not been able to understand the mystery." ”

"Then how are you so familiar with the story of this box?" Chu Wan looked at her husband with her eyes, and the look on her face seemed to say, "You still don't say it?"

Nangong Wuya smiled bitterly: "In fact, hundreds of years ago, there were many people who knew about these things in the martial arts, otherwise the people in the martial arts would not be willing to risk their lives to snatch this box." ”

"Is there really anything in this box that can become an immortal?" Nangong Chu checked the Qiankun treasure box in his hand and said innocently. Except that this box is a little heavier, there is nothing surprising about it.

"Hehe, the immortal theory is too ethereal, as long as you learn our family martial arts, it is not difficult to reach the level of Wang Chongyang. Nangong said proudly to his son.

The Nangong family is a thousand-year-old family, and the family martial arts must be the top Xuan Gong in the ancient martial arts world, and what Nangong Wuya said is not a big one.