Under the lack of moon, the small lake flows, and the shadows of the knife in the quiet courtyard are continuous, bright and flickering, and the eyes are overwhelmed.

A pair of two-foot-long Pu knives are exquisitely used in the hands of the girl, and the ghost knife technique is extremely fast.

The girl's long black hair was braided into a twisted braid that hung down to her hips, and swayed in the air with her posture.

She suddenly shouted, the two knives intersected horizontally and vertically, jumped into the air, turned around with horizontal eyebrows, and slashed the stars and sparks with the double knives in her hands and slashed towards the moon with all her might.

"Knife heart month by month!"

I saw the cross oblique shadow cut through the night, dragging the two sword yuan forward.

The girl fell, with her back to the small lake, her back to the lack of moon in the sky, the two knives crossed behind her, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, calmed down her breath a little, and finally said in frustration: "It's not enough!" The cold light and knife qi behind her dissipated in the wind before the moon shadow could reach.

At this moment, the girl immediately remembered the man who taught her the art of the knife, and the man did not take her as an apprentice, but only said that the knife was passed on to someone, and he had never seen the true face of the man.

Because he wore a blood-red mask on his face, only the corners of his nose, mouth and chin were exposed, and he left with unprecedented sword skills, and he has not seen it since.

Even so, the girl has silently regarded him as a master in her heart.

"You're in too much of a hurry. ”

The person who spoke was dressed in ink, and he walked slowly towards the girl, "With your cultivation in the Peerless Realm, you can cut this knife, it's not weak, it's not too good to be too anxious." ”

"Brother Mo. The girl put away the double knives behind her back, held the two handles with one hand, and the blades were backwards, and said to the second disciple of the Yunhai Immortal Sect: "It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

The girl looked at Mo Buwen and walked over, and only a few days ago did she know that the second disciple of Yunhai Immortal Gate was the only disciple accepted by her father-in-law, King Liujin, and in the dream battle between him and Qi Chunfeng in Yunhai Immortal Gate, the girl still remembered it at this moment, and the only feeling was that she felt that he was too gentle.

But I heard that my father-in-law also has an only son named Liufeng Huixue, but she has never seen it.

The father-in-law just said that he went out to experience the rivers and lakes, clamoring to go to the rivers and lakes to have a look, take a look, he couldn't pull it, and he had to go. The girl thought that the wind and snow should be an ambitious person, otherwise she wouldn't have thought about wandering the rivers and lakes like this, but she felt sorry for her father-in-law, and such an only son was not by her side. But fortunately, they are also a family at this moment, and they can also do some filial piety as a son of man on behalf of their righteous brothers.

Mo Buwen came to the girl, nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "I can't sleep and go out for a walk, I never thought that the knife girl would practice knives here, I just hope that I didn't disturb you without asking." He looked at the girl who was panting slightly in his chest, and was stunned, and then turned his gaze to look at Xiaohu in time, and coughed slightly embarrassed.

The girl frowned, and then lowered her head, only to find that the clothes on her chest had already been soaked, which was not small, but it was looming at the moment, and her face turned red at the moment, she urged Nei Yuan in time to dry the clothes directly, and then said softly: "If Brother Mo is fine, I will leave first." Before Mo Buwen could turn her head in response, the girl walked quickly past him and walked towards the courtyard.

Mo Buwen looked back at her leaving, the girl walked without deliberateness, but her figure trembled step by step, and she heard the second disciple of Yunhai Xianmen say softly: "The braids are so good-looking, braided into strands, each strand is very full, and the hair is really long......" Then he suddenly turned around, looked at the two people walking slowly, and said: "Why haven't Shizun and Mr. Jian slept yet?"

The two of them suddenly stopped, turned their heads to look at each other, and then laughed.

King Liujin said: "If you don't ask this, it will be difficult for the teacher to answer for a while!"

Mo Buwen frowned, looked at his master and walked with this Western Desert swordsman with a smile.

"If it's not easy to answer, you have to answer, this is the responsibility of being a teacher, since Brother Liu is not easy to speak, then don't you mind if I say a few words, right?" Jian Zhengrong looked at the young man in front of him meaningfully.

King Liujin immediately nodded and said, "Sword brother Chrysostom, I can't ask for it, I don't have to listen carefully if I don't ask you." ”

Mo Bu asked, "Definitely!"

The two of them came to the young man, on the edge of the small lake, and the Western Desert Sword Hero spoke: "Why haven't you and your master slept yet? Second, I'm normal, are you a teacher...... I don't know!"

Mo Buwen condensed between his eyebrows, a little puzzled, and slowly looked at his master.

The Liujin King shook his head and smiled bitterly, waved his hand, turned his head to look at this Western Desert Sword Hero, and suddenly said solemnly: "I have a son, do you have one?"

Seeing this Western Desert swordsman, he pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Brother Liu, I'm afraid I forgot it, Lao Qu is a member of the Buddhist Sect." ”

King Liujin said: "At most, you are a walker, you Buddha is a hammer Buddha!"

Jian Zhengrong did not back down, and immediately said: "The walker has no borders, the Buddha nature is in the heart, in the practice, in the cultivation, in the rivers and lakes, in the world, who says that the walker is not a Buddha!"

King Liujin sneered, rolled up his sleeves, pointed back with his thumb, and then said: "Buddhist disciples, I only recognize the small Wuxiang Temple in the east of Wuxiang City, there is no hair in it, believe it or not, you go to that temple now to burn incense, those monks have to call you a donor!"

Jian Zhengrong opened his mouth and was silent. In the past, since this Buddhist practitioner decided to step out of the Western Desert, what he did and what he said really went against the principles of Buddhism.

A sentence of no sword under the sword without a sword without regrets, it is already destined to the road he will take in the future, the undefeated sword has never been defeated, and the people under the sword have never lived except for the five men who are also in the Western Desert Realm.

Decades of supreme Buddha nature once cut off, in order to make up his mind, the sword pointed at the Buddha, that sword, he did not regret the sword, nor did he regret it, and finally the Buddha of the West Desert said a word to him, looking back to see my Buddha.

However, Jian Zhengrong knew in his heart that he could not turn back this time, so he could only move forward and die without regret for the sake of the last descendant of the clan.

Mo Buwen's expression was serious, listening to the conversation between the master and this Mr. Jian, and seeing that they were all silent, he saluted and said, "The disciple plans to return to the Yunhai Immortal Gate tomorrow, I wonder if the master still has something important to entrust?"

Hearing this, the Liujin King slowly turned his back with his hands, his expression was a little serious, Jian Zhengrong turned his head to look at Mo Buwen, because the two corners of his forehead were not angry and arrogant, and he looked three points more serious than the Liujin King, who was a master.

"Don't ask, if one day, this Wuxiang City is in danger, will you come to help as a teacher?"

King Liujin looked at his disciple who had not been taught much, and said softly. The look on his face was like expectation, maybe he knew that he owed this disciple, so he didn't directly think that he would say yes.

Mo Bu didn't understand why his master asked him like this, there are many cultivators in Wuxiang City, and his master is also a super-innate cultivator, and I am afraid that no one in this world dares to touch it.

Twenty years ago, the power of the city to block the Jin God Dynasty has already spread all over the Central Plains, and tonight is different from the past, it can be said that among the eight vassal kings of the entire Central Plains Dayuan Dynasty, the master is the first in the number of Liujin King, and the Dayuan royal family is like a paper tiger, there is no deterrent at all, the young man still said seriously: "If the master is in trouble, the disciple will never sit idly by." ”

King Liujin nodded, and said with a wry smile: "I understand for the teacher, there is nothing to explain for the teacher over there in Xianmen, remember that Wuxiang City is also your home, and I feel that Yunding is bored and panicked, so I will come and walk, Mr. Jian also has something to say to you, so I won't bother here for the teacher, by the way, how about the knife? With that, the lord of the Phaseless City took his hands and left.

Mo Buwen opened the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't speak again, he knew what Shizun meant, and he also knew that Shizun had been haunted by the fact that he had not been able to teach himself more, and he sighed helplessly as he watched Shizun's figure disappear.

There were only two people in the courtyard at the moment.

"It's good to keep the unspeakable things in mind. ”

Mo Buwen nodded, turned to look at this Mr. Jian, but he didn't expect that he was also an old acquaintance with Shizun.

Jian Zhengrong carried his hands on his back, faced Xiaohu, and raised his head and said, "Undefeated sword!" After the man finished speaking, the black sword behind his back trembled slightly, flew out of the scabbard with a bang, rushed to the sky, flipped twice under the moon, and flew downward.

The man's right hand left his back, slowly raised, the black sword flew to the main spin, the hand to the shoulder, the sword also to the hand, without adding words, rose into the air, Mo Bu asked his heart to be awe-inspired, watch carefully, the black sword under the moon gave birth to a violent wind, a sword in the wind broke the moon, the sword was extremely human, this sword was extremely fast, there was no trace of it, Mo Buwen just stared and watched to barely see this Western Desert swordsman out of the sword.

Jian Zhengrong flew down, holding the sword in his hand, not opening, waiting for the lack of moon to come again, more than ten breaths, his eyes suddenly lit up, Mo Buwen was shocked, looked at this Western Desert swordsman, and said: "Mr. Jian's swordsmanship is unparalleled, rare in the world!"

Jian Zhengrong shook his head and said with a wry smile: "There are many strange people in the world, and there are also many people at the peak of the sword path. ”

Mr. Jian smiled, I don't ask, I don't know, it's really shallow, but Mr. Jian's sword is really beyond my reach, and it's the first time in my life that I have seen this sword that can cut the moon. ”

Mo Buwen smiled embarrassedly, this Mr. Jian said well, he didn't ask but it was just the first time to go down the mountain, he didn't know much about this river and lake, this world, and naturally there were few people he saw, but this could not deny the feeling of Fang Cai's sword in his Mo Buwen's heart.

Jian Zhengrong also smiled, and suddenly said, "Do you want to learn, I can teach you!"

Mo Buwen was stunned for a moment, looking at the smile on the corner of this Mr. Jian's mouth, coupled with the two corners of the forehead, how do you look like an adult coaxing a child, or there is some kind of ulterior deal, and asked softly at the moment: "Mr. Jian, but there is something to do without asking?"

Jian Zhengrong shook his head again, with a faint smile still on the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at Xiaohu, and said softly: "Now you don't have to do anything, just comprehend the sword intent of the wind, because this is the strongest martial arts of our Wind Clan, and no one can cultivate to the extreme except for the people of the Wind Clan!"

Mo Buwen frowned lightly, then frowned, looked at this Mr. Sword with a solemn expression, and after a while, said, "What does Mr. Sword mean?"

Jian Zhengrong suddenly turned around, his eyes were beating like thunder, and he said very seriously: "You are a member of our Wind Clan!"

Hearing this, Mo Buwen was stunned for a moment, and slowly shook his head and said: "Impossible, my father and mother are ordinary people, how can it be that you are from the Wind Clan, Mr. Jian should be mistaken, right?

Jian Zhengrong smiled, slowly raised the black sword in his hand, and said in a lost mind: "Maybe I will admit my mistake, but the sword will not, this undefeated sword also has a name, called Extreme Wind, it is the holy sword of the Wind Clan, only the people of the Wind Clan can control it, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

Mo Buwen hesitated, looking at the black sword he handed over, not knowing whether to give it a try.

Jian Zhengrong said: "Your father's name is Qiu Bai, your mother's name is Wei Lian, and they are also from the Wind Clan, but they are not your biological father, as long as you pick up this sword, I will tell you everything you want to know!"

After hearing this Mr. Jian say his father's name, Mo Buwen was immediately stunned, and when he heard his words later, his heart trembled even more.

Mo Buwen naturally didn't believe it, but when his father and mother sent him to Yunhai Xianmen, they also told him that they had some things to do, and they wanted him to stay in Xianmen with peace of mind, and the most important thing was to live well, no matter what, he must live.

However, this time it was seven years, and in these seven years, there was no news, and Mo didn't know where he went, he just remembered that he was separated from them at the age of thirteen.

Mo Buwen slowly raised his hand and stretched out the black sword in front of him, he wanted to know where his father and mother had gone, what were they going to do, and most importantly, when would they be able to come back?

The moment he held the black sword, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, and then the true yuan in his body was like encountering something, like a huge wave on the sea surface, however, Mo Buwen did not feel any discomfort, but felt refreshed, and the true yuan in his body was as light and soft as the wind.

Jian Zhengrong looked at the young man's blank and helpless face, and immediately said: "This is the best proof, you are the proof of our Feng Clan!"

Mo Buwen shook his head, looked at the black sword body, and said softly, "Do you know where my father and mother went?"

At this moment, Mo Buwen only wanted to know the whereabouts of his father and mother, and he didn't care what kind of people from the Wind Clan.

Jian Zhengrong took his hand again, looked up at the missing moon, and said slowly: "They died in the Western Desert." ”

Bang dang!

The black sword fell off his feet and immediately flew up again, directly returning to the scabbard behind the sword Zhengrong.

Mo Buwen was shocked at the same time, he slowly shook his head, in the face of this sudden news, he didn't believe it at all, "Impossible, how could my father and mother go to the Western Desert for no reason?"

Jian Zhengrong turned his head to look at him, and saw that his eyes were red and his forehead was bruised, and he couldn't bear it at the moment, but he had to say it, because this was the responsibility that he should take on in the future.

"Our Wind Clan has lived in the extreme west of the Western Desert for a long time, in the Wind Abyss Valley, the Wind Clan has two holy relics, one is the Extreme Wind Sword, and the other is the Split Wind Armor, the Extreme Wind Sword can give birth to the weathered wind, and the Split Wind Armor can break the wind and resist the wind.

In order to avoid the disturbance of the world, we people of the Wind Clan have lived in seclusion in the Valley of the Wind Abyss for a long time.

Even so, it is still inevitable that some people will covet it!"

Jian Zhengrong gritted his teeth and said: "They coveted the two holy relics of the Feng Clan, and they only hated that I was in the Buddha Gate at that time and failed to rush back to the Feng Yuan in time, and the Feng Clan had seven thousand eight hundred and thirteen people, except for me, only Qiu Bai and Wei Pian survived with you who were not yet a full moon." ”

Mo didn't ask, he didn't ask again, he didn't remember what the person in front of him said at all, whether it was true or not, he didn't know, he only knew that he didn't seem to be lying.

Jian Zhengrong laughed silently, extremely desolate, he sighed and said slowly: "The sky has no eyes, almost wiped out my Feng Clan's lineage, and you, Mo don't ask, you are our Wind Clan's son of the wind, your mother is the Wind Clan's holy daughter Mo Yufeng, your father is the Wind Emperor Mo Tiancang, I was originally the Feng Clan's holy protector, so I carried the Extreme Wind Sword with me, and the Wind Split Armor disappeared after the Feng Clan's vein was slaughtered, don't think about it, it must be on the murderer." ”

Mo Buwen shook his head and said with a firm expression: "How did they die?"

Jian Zhengrong hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I don't know, when Qiu Bai and Wei Lian found me, Wei Lian was already ...... Jobby told me everything about you, and then insisted that I take him to the doctor...... I buried them together, in the Valley of the Abyss. ”

Mo Buwen lost his mind for a moment, his hands were slowly clenched, and he knelt on the ground, he supported the ground with two fists, bowed his head and was silent, and then slowly lowered again, until his forehead was on the ground;

"This is the hatred of our Wind Clan!"

Jian Zhengrong's hands behind him clenched fiercely, "As long as the Extreme Wind Sword is still there, one day the Wind Splitting Armor will be sensed, and the culprit who slaughtered the Wind Clan will show his true face, so that the heroic souls of the Wind Clan can rest in peace, you and I cannot retreat!"

Mo Buwen was still silent, he didn't want to say anything at the moment, and he didn't want to listen to it anymore, Jian Zhengrong shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything comforting, because he knew that Mo didn't need to ask, he turned around and said before leaving, he said to the young man who was kneeling on the ground, "Only this once, the future Wind Emperor, it shouldn't be like this!"

In the courtyard of Xiaohu, the black-clothed young man suddenly cried loudly, hoarsely speaking, and deliberately, deliberately suppressing the lowest sound.

The sudden everything made the second senior brother among the young disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect unwilling to accept these facts at all, he didn't ask if he was unwilling, he just didn't want to.

In the boudoir, the girl was naked, soaking in the tub, her back against the wall of the bucket, her arms coiled around the edge of the barrel, and her head slightly tilted.

She closed her eyes tightly, her braids wrapped around her white and tender neck, coiled in several circles, thinking of the "sword heart month by month" under the previous moon, and helplessly sighed that her cultivation realm was still too low.

He couldn't exert the power of the groundbreaking sword technique at all, and compared to the man wearing the blood-red mask, his own knife ...... It's like slaughtering a pig or a cow, it's just a little sharper.

The girl smiled helplessly, and planned to go to the Intelligence Pavilion early tomorrow morning to ask if she had found any clues to the murderer of the eighteen villages, after all, the blood feud has never dared to forget.

At this moment, when I closed my eyes and recuperated, I remembered some people and some things.

Dao Stick, a mischievous and clever ghost, sang a nursery rhyme that the drinking guy taught her when she was on the top of the clouds.

How did the nursery rhyme come about? The knife chatter couldn't remember it for a while, but anyway, he thought it was a little weird, so that the knife stick clamored to find three people to be apprentices, and wandered around this palace all day long.

I thought she was just messing around, but after a while, I didn't expect that there were really people who were willing to be the apprentice of this seven-year-old girl, or a cultivator of the congenital realm, and she had a white beard, and she was shouting around this little girl all day long.

In the end, I learned that in fact, the old man of the innate realm also had a daughter, but he did not grow into an adult, so the old man was willing to follow behind Dao Stick and be the first apprentice of the little girl.

Daoshi has been busy recently, and he was strictly urged by his father-in-law to practice swords, and he also found him five or six masters in the sword world, and he had almost no time for a whole day, but this is also what Daoshi longs for.

Dao Ji sighed slightly, she and the two brothers and sisters of Dao Stick and Dao Shi were able to live peacefully, in addition to thanking their father-in-law Liujin Wang for his great kindness, she also thanked the kind-hearted wine guy Ji Li Zhenlang, and his wife, the woman who seemed to hate herself a little.