Thanks to the helmsman for the "hate" parting ~", I only see the reward now, and I will add it for you alone tomorrow!

The bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight is quietly sprinkled.

Yang Qian and Thousand Blades were already drunk, and Thousand Blades looked at the bright moon and was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth to tell his story.

"Actually, Thousand Blades is not my real name, my original name is Murong Yun, and I am the third son of the Murong family. The name Thousand Blades was given by the master after coming to the Liuyun Sect, and it was taken from the wall standing a thousand people, and if you have no desire, you are strong. Thousand Blades was caught in a long memory, and his expression was slightly painful.

Listening to Qianjian's narration, Yang Qian was extremely shocked.

Although Yang Qian had long known that Thousand Blades must have an extraordinary background, he never expected that Thousand Blades would be the Murong family.

The Murong family is a big family, but what Yang Qian makes Yang Qian wonder about is that the Murong family has a big business, and it has close contacts with the three major sects, and the children of the Murong family will definitely be able to enter the big sect easily, why did Qianjian come to the Liuyun Sect and change his name?

Yang Qian was puzzled, but the words behind the Thousand Blades completely answered Yang Qian's doubts.

"You are strange, right, as a member of the Murong family, you came to the Liuyun Sect. In fact, it is not surprising at all, in today's world, in this world where duty is honored, it is really too normal......"

With the telling of Thousand Blades, a complete story framework gradually became clear in Yang Qian's mind.

It turned out that although Thousand Blades was a child of the Murong family, because of the late awakening of cultivation qualifications, among his peers, Thousand Blades would always be the worst one. In the Murong family, there is a rather strange rule, that is, if you have not condensed the elixir at the age of ten, you will face the tragic fate of being kicked out of the house.

And Thousand Blades suffered such a tragic fate.

He was ruthlessly abandoned by his family.

From the children of the family, he directly became a homeless orphan.

Really orphaned.

Thousand Blades hated it to the extreme, and he hated his uselessness.

He even thought about dying.

He jumped off a cliff to end his short life.

But the irony is that under the abyss, there is a rushing river. After the Thousand Blades jumped down, not only did they not die, but they were also washed up on a plain, and they happened to be rescued by Elder Qingyun of the Flowing Cloud Sect and brought back to the Flowing Cloud Sect.

I don't know if it was fate or what, after arriving at the Liuyun Sect, the Thousand Blades successfully condensed the elixir, and the cultivation talent was gradually revealed, and soon became the leader of the younger generation of the Liuyun Sect.

Cultivation is growing rapidly, and Thousand Blades once thought of returning to the Murong family to be ashamed!

But in the end, the hatred for the Murong family overshadowed everything.

He really didn't want to go back to that place.

I don't want to see those sad faces again!

So, in the end he didn't go back.

Because of the recognition of the Murong family, it was no longer important to Qianjian at that time.

"I can't imagine that we have a similar experience...... Yang Qian listened to the story of Thousand Blades, and couldn't help but think of the time when he was a waste in the Yang family before, when no one was really looking at him except for his father and eldest brother.

So he was completely able to understand Senji's feelings.

"Any wine?" Yang Qian asked.

They have drunk wine for a day, from the sun to the moon.

But the meaning is strong!

"Enough!" Thousand Blades took out two jars of fine wine from the Qiankun bag again, and really wanted to drink him to the fullest!

……

Time passed minute by minute, and the two of them didn't know how much wine they drank, and they were already drunk.

The two of them lay on the roof, counted the countless stars in the night sky, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, when Yang Qian woke up, he felt dizzy.

It was last night's wine that didn't go away.

Slowly sat up, there were more than a dozen empty wine jars scattered on the roof, and they still exuded a strong aroma of wine.

Yang Qian looked around, but there was no longer a thousand blades.

It seems that he is gone.

"Well, I'm so drunk." Yang Qian patted his aching head, and fell into the courtyard with a vertical body.

I went straight to the backyard and fetched a bucket of cold well water by the well and rushed it down from the head.

Suddenly, the whole person was a little sober.

Even the pain in my head has been relieved.

Taking out a set of clean clothes from the Qiankun bag and changing them, Yang Qian walked straight to the Martial Arts Pavilion of the sect.

During this period of time, Yang Qian also discovered his shortcomings. There are a lot of martial arts that he has mastered, and his power is good, but most of them are melee attacks.

There's nothing wrong with melee attacks, but if you encounter a power-type opponent, or an opponent whose strength is much higher than yours, melee attacks will be a disadvantage.

So when he came back this time, Yang Qian planned to make up for this shortcoming.

Moreover, after becoming a core disciple, Yang Qian had never been to the Martial Arts Pavilion in the core area.

The core area represents the top forces of the Liuyun Sect, and its Martial Arts Pavilion contains the most advanced martial arts of the Liuyun Sect.

Wouldn't it be in vain not to see?

Yang Qian walked towards the Martial Arts Pavilion. The core area is a bit deserted compared to the outer and inner doors. One is because there are not many disciples who can enter the core area, and the second is that the disciples in the core area spend most of their time cultivating, and rarely come out and move around.

Therefore, from the residence to the core area, Yang Qian saw no more than ten people in total.

It's a little deserted, but that's fine, quiet!

The martial arts pavilion in the core area is two stories higher than the inner door in terms of floors alone, and its architecture is also more quaint and atmospheric.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is a five-story tower-shaped building nestled in a large empty courtyard.

The courtyard is full of ginkgo trees, and it is autumn, and the golden leaves of the ginkgo biloba are swaying and falling in the wind, which is extremely beautiful.

The ground is paved with a layer of golden ginkgo leaves, and the artistic conception is extremely beautiful.

Sand...... Sand...... Sand......

In front of the Martial Arts Pavilion, there was a gray-haired old man who slowly swept the fallen leaves, which added a bit of gloom to this beautiful scenery.

But at the same time, the old man seemed to be one with the scene, and it seemed so harmonious and natural.

Yang Qian stared at the sweeping old man for a long time, but the sweeping old man was silently waving his broom from beginning to end, as if he hadn't noticed Yang Qian at all.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Qian smiled slightly, then ignored the sweeping old man and went straight to the Martial Arts Pavilion.

When he walked to the door of the Martial Arts Pavilion, in front of the door, on a rocking chair, the same white-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Qian.

"New here?" The old man glanced at Yang Qian, then closed his eyes again.

Yang Qian was a little puzzled and snorted.

"Martial Master Sixfold, only one step away from Martial Master Sevenfold, not bad." The old man directly saw through Yang Qian's cultivation.

Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a shock in his body, and his heart was shocked.

The old man only glanced at him, and then accurately stated his cultivation.

Definitely a master!

Yang Qian had long heard that in the Liuyun Sect, in addition to the sect master and the seven elders, there were also several hermit bigwigs, but these bigwigs no longer cared about the affairs of the sect.

Could it be that this old man is one of these big shots?