Ding Tianyang temporarily returned to the sect to deal with related matters, and once the Lijiang Sword Sect was arranged, he went to the bank of the Yangzi River alone to protect Meng Xiao.

There is a small building built on the riverside, and Zheng Chuchu and Meng Fan are living in the building.

In a year, Meng Fan was one year older, he was already precocious, he was already able to run and jump when he was two years old, and his height also jumped a little up.

Within a year, Zheng Chuchu asked about Meng Xiao's condition many times, and even went to Jiang Xinzhou every day and walked in front of the young man.

Every time he knelt in front of the young man, he could feel the breath of the other party, and the chest and trembling eyebrows showed that the young man was still alive.

"Meng Lang, Fan Fan and I are waiting for you to wake up. The woman stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Meng Xiao's cheek, which was close at hand, and hovered her hand in the air, not daring to do that.

Ding Tianyang walked out from behind and comforted: "Don't worry, dear, it won't take too long for Meng Xiao to wake up." ”

"When he woke up, Meng Xiao would have the qualifications to become the number one sword immortal in the world, and I vaguely felt that his life energy was much richer than a year ago, and he must have entered the Jindan stage. ”

"Old man......" Meng Fan ran and jumped on Ding Tianyang's body.

"Yo, apprentice, come, come to grandpa's arms. ”

The old man hugged Xiao Meng Fan and said fondly: "Little guy, you are two years old this year, do you have a favorite? Grandpa Tianyang fulfills your little wish." ”

The little guy pointed to the Tianyang Sword in the old man's sheath, and squeaked: "Master, I want to learn the sword!"

The old man pondered for a moment, put Meng Fan down, took out a wooden sword, and put it one zhang away from the little boy, and the old man immediately walked around to Meng Fan, leaned over to his ear, and taught him a sword trick.

Zheng Chuchu had always been reluctant to let Meng Xiao learn the sword, but seeing this situation, he shook his head and said: "Elder Taishang, if he can't pronounce words very clearly, how can he use this sword trick to control the wooden sword, and when he is a few years older, it will be almost the same." ”

The woman recalled: "His father was so talented in kendo that he only picked up an inch of the wooden sword when he was five years old. ”

What Ding Tianyang taught Xiao Meng Fan was an ordinary sword trick that could be used to test children's kendo talent.

This sword trick is not obscure, children who come into contact with this trick for the first time, can remember it after reading it several times, based on the bloodline, this trick is a bridge, and they can barely communicate with the wooden sword to achieve the effect of controlling the sword.

However, Xiao'er has not undergone systematic cultivation, does not understand the connection between the sword and the human body, and does not have the blessing of energy in his body, and it is very amazing to be able to rise an inch.

Meng Xiao used the sword for the first time when he was young, and he successfully raised the wooden sword by an inch, showing his talent for swordsmanship since he was a child.

......

I saw Xiao Meng Xiao cheering, buried his head, put his chubby little hand against his eyebrows, and opened and closed his small mouth, revealing a few sparse front teeth.

Buzz.

In the distance, the wooden sword rises, top-heavy.

One inch.

Two inches.

Three inches.

The wooden sword rose three inches, and it wanted to rise again, but it was powerless, and it fell to the ground top-heavy, with a thud.

Xiao Meng Fan sat on the ground with a slump of butts, looked up at the old man, and sneered, "Tired."

, don't read it. ”

Ding Tianyang rubbed his old eyes, picked up the little guy, and said in shock: "Genius, my apprentice is a genius!"

The old man looked at Zheng Chuchu and suggested, "Chu Chu, Meng Fan is taught by me, what do you think?"

"With a little training, more than ten years later, the Lijiang Sword Sect will have one more master. ”

Zheng Chuchu sighed: "Meng Xiao and I used to name the little guy Meng Fan, just hoping that he would be an ordinary person in the future, read books, write articles, stay away from cultivation, and stay away from fighting and killing." ”

Looking at the old man's hopeful eyes, she said again: "But Meng Fan seems to have been born with a love for swords, and he can raise the wooden sword by three inches with the first sword movement, which is even higher than his father's." ”

The woman went with the flow and no longer objected: "Perhaps, Fan Fan is destined to embark on the path of sword cultivation." He looked at the old man and pleased, "Elder Taishang, in the days to come, Xiao Fan will rely on your teaching." ”

The old man laughed and replied continuously, as happy as an old man, he took the little guy to the Lijiang Sword Sect, while Zheng Chuchu stayed by the Yangzi River all day long.

After a long time, there will be some dust in Meng Xiao's dry sitting, there will be dead branches and fallen leaves in spring, flying flowers, and frost and snow in the eastern season, but Zheng Chuchu always cleans it regularly.

Two years have passed, and Meng Xiao is still in a state of dry sitting.

During this period, the Korean royal family came to visit, and someone from the Izumo Sword Sect also went, stood on the other side of Yang Zijiang and stared, checked it and left.

The Korean royal family still retains the position of the head of Jiangzhou Mansion for the young man, waiting for Meng Xiao to wake up and take over.

In the spring of the second year, a major event broke out, which attracted the attention of the monks of the Three Kingdoms, and the first sword immortal in the world came out of the clouds, and was promoted one more place, becoming the third on the god list!

In the winter of the same year, another news came out that Zheng Huangchao, the old emperor of Zheng State, was defeated and gave Liuyun a move.

Out of the clouds, become the number one on the god list!

In the seventh year, a war broke out between Cha Chi and Jeong, and the war between the two countries lasted for three years, eventually ending with the annexation of Jeong, and the years of war even spread to Korea.

Korean royalty.

The third old man on the god list, the real Dinghai Divine Needle in South Korea, and Han Xiao, Han Feiyu, who gave up the ranking to Meng Xiao and fell seventh on the god list, Han Feiyu, the two princes, several princesses, and the general Zaifu, all gathered in the royal family.

"Ancestor, the situation is not good, I didn't expect the old man of the Zheng Dynasty to return to heaven, Zheng Guo was annexed, Che Chi Guo annexed Zheng Guo's forces, and he became a fat man in one go!"

Han Xiao's face was solemn, and he said to himself: "That old guy from Izuliuyun has no one to control, it's hard to guarantee that he won't make a move on me and South Korea, what should we do?"

"We will have a battle with Che Chi Guo in the end!"

"Is it to use Yang Zijiang as a barrier to hold on, or to cross Yang Zijiang and take the initiative to attack when Che Chiguo's vitality is greatly damaged?"

The general admonished: "It is better to take the initiative to attack! Both horizontally and vertically are fighting in a battle, and we would rather take the initiative than be passive!"

Zai Fu shook his head: "General, your words are wrong, we should stick to it, rely on Yang Zijiang's danger, and keep the enemy country out of the country." ”

He added: "The Great Achievement of the Cloud Sword Technique, and even defeating the Zheng Dynasty, within the Three Kingdoms, there is only one person who can restrain it!"

"You mean Meng Xiao?"

Zai Fu nodded: "Ten years ago, Meng Jianxian Yang Zijiang fought a battle, and he was on an equal footing with Izuyun, no matter what was up or down, ten years have passed, Izuliuyun has become the first in the world, and in this world, only Meng Jianxian can control him." ”

The middle-aged admonished: "Emperor Taishang, Emperor, this battle, I Korea can take it, but I must rely on Meng Xiao!"

The general said: "A few days ago, someone from the royal family went to visit Yang Zijiang, and for ten years, Meng Xiao was still sitting in Jiang Xinzhou, and he had never woken up since he had a discussion ten years ago. ”

"I don't think you can rely on Meng Xiao, he took the sword of the Liuyun back then, maybe he has been beheaded, and he is slowly dying. ”

"Wufu, what do you know, Meng Jianxian is crossing the tribulation, breaking the big barrier, and when he wakes up again, it must be the consummation of the Jindan period!"

"Inkwell, the fighter plane is fleeting, if you look forward and backward like you, it will be empty in the end. ”

Han Xiao stopped the argument between the two and waited for the Emperor Taishang's decision.

The old man spoke slowly: "The old man and Izuruyun have fought and lost badly, compared to ten years ago, Izuruyun's strength has improved. ”

"I always feel that Che Chiguo is not so simple to start this war, there are still some things hidden behind it, there is also a problem with the death of Emperor Zheng, the old man has lived for so many years, he has lived longer than me, but he said that he would die. ”

"This matter is related to the survival of South Korea, and I can think about it for a long time. ”

"Understood, Ancestor. ”

......

In half a day, the old man traveled to many places, first to Zheng Guo to investigate, then back to Yang Zijiang to investigate Meng Xiao's state, and finally returned to the imperial capital.

On the second day, South Korea announced the closure of the country, and the mighty iron cavalry was drawn out, divided into two groups, holding two borders and casting a defensive line.

Hundreds of thousands of troops, well-trained and well-commanded, were not something that a single monk could face, and they were stationed along the Yangzi River, vigilant against Che Chi Guo.

The old man thought a lot, took into account the people of Limin, and did not take the initiative to ignite the flames of war, but asked for peace.

The old man looked in the direction of Che Chi Guo from a distance in the imperial capital, and there was a piece of pitch-black sand in his hand, which he had taken from the broken city wall of Zheng Guo.

He looked at the pitch-black soil and said dumbfoundedly, "Who is behind this? Could it be Mo Yi, who is second on the god list?"

Suddenly, the black qi in that piece of soil seeped out, wanting to spread to his palm.

Buzzing.

The old man released the energy of the consummation of the golden pill stage and shook the piece into powder.

"Huh?"

Although the clods of soil were broken, the black gas in the soil slowly evaporated, and was finally diluted by the air and dissipated.

The old man was in a daze when a sloppy old man appeared beside him.

He looked at the stranger who had appeared out of thin air beside him.

"Who are you?" the old man was shocked, this is the imperial capital of South Korea, it is a deep palace, and no one can sneak in.

What made him even more frightened was that this person had no life energy, like a dead man.

"A thousand-year-old plan collapsed in ten years. ”

"That kid was ordered by my chess game, and in the face of creation, I will be a Dharma protector. The old man was stunned, his body was blurred, and he disappeared from the spot.

In the imperial capital, the ancestors of South Korea were relieved.

"Who the hell is it?

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