Nanliang, Sword Sect, before Sword Mountain.

Since the battle of the reeds on the banks of the Qinhuai River four years ago, Zhao Xingtu and Zhao Wufeng were defeated by Huang Chunfeng, and after the two returned to the Sword Sect, their temperaments changed greatly, or their personalities were completely reversed.

In the past, Zhao Xingtu was lazy, muddy, slack in sword practice, and he could be seen carrying Zhao Yi wandering in the mountains all day long, while Zhao Wufeng practiced swords diligently, smashing mountains all night in the back mountains, rain or shine.

Now it is completely reversed, Zhao Xingtu practiced sword diligence and sweated like rain, but it was Zhao Wufeng who walked back and forth between the mountains and fields with his hands behind his back, and recently became obsessed with raising flowers and grass, pulling Zhao Yi to dig all over the mountain, and the tool used was the bladeless giant sword that broke the gap between the two fingers.

Zhao Xingtu wiped the sweat on his face, held a handful of stream pavement, and was full of excitement, it was the cold winter season, the south of the river was not warm, although the river had not been frozen, but there was also a lot more cold air, looking at the dark sword mountain, Zhao Xingtu couldn't help but smile bitterly, when he returned to the Sword Sect four years ago, the more he thought about it, the more he didn't understand, he deliberately found the sect master Zhao Dunhuang, and asked the pavilion master to fight with all his might, and try his cultivation to the end. Zhao Dunhuang, who was holding the dishes and chopsticks, concentrating on dealing with a roast duck with Zhao Yi, shook his head, raised the chopsticks in his hand, and pointed at Zhao Xingtu from afar, the most brilliant genius of the younger generation of the Sword Sect was like a great enemy, holding the sword on his body with both hands, struggling several times, but he fell into the void, and sighed faintly: "I lost." Then he started the crazy sword training mode.

Sticking more than a dozen swords scattered on the ground beside him, Zhao Xingtu walked towards the depths of the Sword Mountain, the Sword Mountain of the Sword Sect is the holy land of the Sword Sect of the Southern Liang Dynasty, there are ten thousand famous swords on it, and the black pressure is inserted on the Sword Mountain, like broken copper and iron, horizontal and vertical, no one cares, and in the deepest part of the Sword Mountain, the sect leader Zhao Dunhuang bent his sleeves, a bucket of water beside him, squatting on a stone, and was carefully sharpening an iron sword.

Zhao Dunhuang was on the side, Zhao Yi also pouted his buttocks, sharpening a delicate short sword, the short sword was light and thin, but six inches long, not like it was used by boys, but like a female doll to play.

Zhao Xingtu did not disturb the big and small, but leaned on a big black stone, took out a yellow-orange-orange orange orange from his arms, opened it, took a petal and stuffed it into his mouth, sweet and sour, and slowly closed his eyes, at first the world was quiet, only the sound of grinding the sword sounded in his ears, and gradually the sound of grinding the sword began to change, there were Jin Ge iron horses, there were thunderbolts, there were small bridges and flowing water, and the streams were murmuring.

Zhao Xingtu's mood shuttled back and forth between movement and stillness, and in deeper places, Zhao Yiyi's shallow sword grinding sound, like a tone, suppressed the restlessness around him.

After a while, the sound of grinding swords gradually subsided, Zhao Xingtu slowly opened his eyes, and at some point, Zhao Dunhuang was already standing beside him, smiling, and breaking off a piece of orange: "How does it feel in the Divine Heaven Realm?"

Zhao Xingtu was dazed and dazed, looked down at his hands, stretched out and grabbed them to death: "Sect Master, is that what it feels like to be in the Divine Heaven Realm?"

"Everything is steaming, everything is confusing, and everything is going to appear, and the autumn is visible, that is the Divine Heaven Realm. As he spoke, Zhao Dunhuang broke another petal of orange, stuffed it into his mouth, and glanced at Zhao Xingtu, who was frowning: "It seems that you are a little unhappy when you step into the Divine Heaven Realm?"

"No, stepping into the Divine Heaven Realm, of course Xingtu is happy, but there are only a few petals of an orange, and the pavilion master takes one bite after another, and his mouth is not like words, and he has no food to eat one by one. Zhao Xingtu said.

Zhao Dunhuang's old face turned red, coughed a few times to cover up the embarrassment, it seems that he needs to show a little bit of the majesty of the sect master in the future, otherwise this group of little bastards doesn't know what "respect" is at all.

The delicate child not far away couldn't help but burst out laughing, took the orange handed over by Zhao Xingtu, carefully removed the white orange on the orange petal, Meimei ate a petal, her eyes were crooked, her eyes were full of smiles, she was as delicate as a girl, Zhao Yi likes to eat oranges, but she doesn't like to eat the white oranges on it, it is very troublesome every time, if the sect master can marry a wife, with the help of the sect master's wife, things will be much simpler.

Zhao Dunhuang looked at Zhao Yi who was wandering outside the world, and touched his little head dotingly: "Since you are already in the Divine Heaven Realm, you should go down the mountain again, the last time was for you to see the suave of the previous generation, this time you should look at the geniuses of your generation, the imperial court has a secret escort to send the Sword Sect, there is a Northern Wei woman who is single into the Huns, and you are not familiar with the spirit of men, you have to learn it." ”

Zhao Xingtu nodded: "Sect Master, the future is bleak, where should I go?"

"The world is all over the world, the mainland is facing the sky, you can go wherever you want, ask me what to do. Zhao Dunhuang said angrily, many things in the Sword Sect are enough to annoy people, and you have to ask me when you go down the mountain, are you annoying.

"The disciple traveled far away and asked the respected teacher, it is only right, how can you be a shopkeeper like this, it is none of your business, hang it high, this is very irresponsible. Zhao Xingtu was also annoyed: "You look at other people's teachers, they always have to talk about some big truths and give a few words, you are good, and you still complain about me." ”

Zhao Dunhuang was speechless, looked up at the sky, and couldn't help sighing: "It's all that kid from Kong Xitang who trained your mouths to be more and more annoying." Since you want to hear the great truth, this sect master will tell you the great truth, do you know why Huang Chunfeng is the first of the three uniques? It is not the realm, nor is it the cultivation of combat power, but the mentality, he is always one step faster than me and Murong Feng, the Tangtai State Domain has an invincible mentality, that is breadth, Huang Chunfeng's mentality lies in the depth, more than ten years ago, he dared to raise his sword against the sky, at this moment, he is one step closer, and he has been fighting against the sky in Tai'an City to prevent the heavenly burial, which I am far inferior to him. ”

Zhao Xingtu was slightly surprised, closed his eyes and felt that in the direction of the north, there was indeed a violent aura in the sky, like the sea and the abyss.

Zhao Dunhuang walked to the front of the freshly sharpened iron sword, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, flipped his wrist lightly, and the iron sword flew up in the air, the sword aura was rich and magnificent, like the waves of the river.

Zhao Xingtu was shocked: "Sect Master, you are doing this to cause dissatisfaction among those old stubborns in the sect, maybe the imperial court will also ......."

Before the words fell, in the bright lights in front of the mountain, a majestic voice sounded, like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Zhao Dunhuang, you are so bold, how can you help the enemy against the sky!?"

"Zhao Dunhuang, as the sect master of the Sword Sect and the courtier of the Great Liang, how dare you ......?"

"Zhao Dunhuang, have you forgotten that Huang Chunfeng once insulted my Sword Sect......"

The sound of abuse and harsh criticism is endless.

Zhao Dunhuang waved his hand gently, as if driving away the flies around him, the iron sword flew up, two wisps of sword qi separated, and shot into the front of the mountain, there were two loud bangs in front of the mountain, and the two crane-haired and childish Sword Sect seniors were knocked away, and they fell to the ground without the temperament of the fairy wind bones, vomiting blood.

Zhao Dunhuang plucked out his ears: "To be able to live in this group of old stubborn people for so many years, and he hasn't been angry to death, this sect master's temper is quite good." ”

Zhao Xingtu pursed his mouth, is they going to be grinded to death by your unhurried temper, looking up at the sky, the iron sword drew a visible light sword in the air, and a sword went thousands of miles.