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The small voice walked alone in the wind and sand, curled up with a thin body, and his lips were cracked and white because of lack of water.

It was a child of no more than five or six years old, wrapped in a shabby brownish and gray linen robe, with several patches, multiple tears, and blackened blood...... The child walked numbly against the wind, and his thin figure was almost blown away by the wind.

He comes from a small village deep in the desert, where there is a lack of water and no communication with the outside world.

Yesterday morning, more than a dozen horse bandits entered the village to plunder, and he was stuffed into the extinguished stove by the village chief, and hid there all day, until night fell, and then quietly poked his head out.

There was nothing alive in the village except for him.

The child gritted his teeth, suppressed the tears rolling in his eyes, and cleaned up the remains of the villagers.

Following the village chief's wishes, he packed up his rations and left the village.

However, the village was located in the desert, and when he left the village, there was a dim yellow sand mound outside, and he was at a loss.

I walked numbly all night, ate some dry food, and my mouth was so dry that I couldn't even secrete saliva.

When the sun rose on the second day, the child finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell forward and fell into the desert.

The yellow sand blew and slowly buried half of the child's body.

At this time, when the child's breathing became weaker and weaker, a dazzling white light flashed in the sky, and it hit straight here.

The light fell, and only a man in green clothes remained.

The man was born very well, his face was like a crown of jade, his nose was like a gall, his sword eyebrows were flying obliquely like sideburns, and his eyebrows were slightly gathered, with an indescribable majesty.

Behind him was a simple gray sword, his eyes were slightly lowered, he glanced at the child who was in the desert, squatted down and picked him up, pinched the trick in his right hand, and the gentle stream of water washed away the grit on his skin, revealing the child's full appearance.

The man pinched the child's muscles and bones, and muttered in a low voice, "Huigen is excellent...... This time, I made it. ”

The child's lips twitched unconsciously, as if to grasp something.

"Water, water......"

The man condensed a ball of water for him, and carried the child to the sky, but in the blink of an eye, the figure was gone.

After a night in a coma, the child woke up, only to know that he had been rescued, and the person who saved him turned out to be the legendary sword fairy.

"I'm not a sword immortal, I'm just a sword cultivator. The man in gray looked at the child with burning eyes, as if he wanted to be gentle, but unfortunately he had few expressions, and there was an indescribable weirdness when he laughed, "What's your name?"

The child sat down and put it on, blinked at the outfit in the inn, and then replied hoarsely, "I don't know ......"

The man in gray asked, "Your parents didn't name you?"

The child lowered his head, fumbled for something from his collar, and said, "This ......"

He was an abandoned baby since he was a child, and was abandoned by his parents next to the village, and if the village chief hadn't found out and picked him up, he would have died.

"What is this?" The man in gray didn't ask much about his parents, he took the sign handed by the child, a black rope wearing a small piece of iron plate, the texture is very hard, the surface is polished and smooth, at first glance, it doesn't look like it can be refined in the mortal world, he carefully identified the content on this small piece of iron, and read from right to left, "...... Nguyen ...... Ginger?"

This word is missing arms and legs, and the surface is seriously worn, so he still recognizes it.

"It's a weird name. The man in gray looked at the iron plate in his palm, and said after a while, "What kind of identity plate should this be, the material is very special, it doesn't look like a mortal thing, you can imagine...... Most of your parents are not mortals......"

The man in gray has a strong sense, and naturally knows that the village behind the child is bloody, and the people who were killed by the horse bandits are ordinary people, and the roots and bones are even worse, but this child is different, he was born with all the meridians, his spiritual aperture has been opened, and there is no one in ten thousand roots.

The odds of an ordinary mortal wanting to give birth to such a good child are negligible.

Therefore, the man boldly speculated that the identity background of the child in front of him was probably not ordinary, and it was not good to continue to use this name.

After thinking about it, he said, "I am the Venerable of the Ten Thousand Returns Sect Treading Sword Peak, and in your words, I am probably the sword immortal flying around in the sky. You and I are destined, would you like to worship me as a teacher and become the only personal disciple under my seat?"

The child was ignorant, but his heart was beating wildly, kneeling and appreciating in style.

The man in gray was greatly pleased, helped the child up, and said, "I think that your identity background is probably not ordinary, and if you continue to use the name Ruan Jiang, I am afraid that you will cause death." It's better to change a homonym for you for the teacher, Luan Jiang, how about it?"

The child didn't understand this, but he could feel that the man in gray had kindness to him, so he nodded his little head and agreed.

"Good boy. The man in gray smiled and rubbed Luan Jiang's head, "Ming'er will buy you a new set of clothes and go back to the sect to meet the juniors." ”

Treading Sword Peak Sword Venerable is an important hole card for Wangui Sect to stand in the Cangming Realm, each Sword Venerable only accepts one apprentice, a rare orthodox sword cultivator in the Cangming Realm, the inheritance of master and apprentice is extremely strict, and he will inevitably become the best among his peers, and the man in gray is the Sword Venerable of this term.

The first line of the Sword Peak is extremely high in the Wangui Sect, even if it is Luan Jiang who has not yet started, the sect master has to shout Uncle Zu when he encounters it.

Luan Jiang ran around with the newly baked master, and found that the immortals who should fly around in his imagination were indeed flying around, but they were also very down-to-earth, such as his master, who must go to the restaurant for three meals a day, and must eat somen noodles with a bowl of egg drop soup when he goes to the restaurant.

Luan Jiang's qualifications were excellent, and the aura of the Cangming Realm at that time was quite sufficient, and his cultivation speed was even faster.

However, in a hundred years, he has been able to beat his peers, and he has drawn a sword so that the enemy does not even dare to say cruel words.

Luan Jiang is more than two hundred years old, Yuan Ying Dacheng, his master has run out of oil, and hurriedly said his last words, and he will cultivate his life in a special way, seal his body, help him cultivate more sophisticated, and hand over the heavy responsibility of guarding the Wangui Sect to him.

Since then, the Cangming Realm has entered the era when Venerable Luan Jiang is dominant, and the enemies are lined up, and they can line up from the coast of the East China Sea to the Western Heavenly Extreme Realm, but ...... He just likes to see his enemies gnashing their teeth at him, but he can't even take his depressed appearance in wheel warfare.

More than 2,000 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, the fall of the fallen, the disappearance of the missing, the sitting of the sitting...... As an old antique and old-timer in the cultivation world, Luan Jiang has also become a simple person, giving up the huge stage to the endless generation of geniuses and newcomers, and he sits and watches the clouds roll up.

Life is too idle, and Luan Jiang always feels as if she has forgotten something.

Day after day, the inner turmoil and panic became more and more intense.

Until one day, Wangui Sect didn't know how many generations of sect masters came to the door and gently persuaded him that it was time to accept disciples