Among the mountains in the northwest of China, there is a seemingly ordinary mountain, called Kunshan. But when you walk into this mountain, you can feel that this place is not ordinary. The forest is lush, the mountain springs and streams, the scenery is extremely beautiful, there is no northern mountains and rivers, but there is a little more Lingxiu of the green mountains in the south of the Yangtze River.

For thousands of years, Kunshan has been hidden in the mountains from outsiders, but it has better protected the original geographical features here. At the foot of the mountain, a mossy stone path winds its way to a platform at the top.

The platform is thousands of square meters, and it is unusually ordinary, as if it had been cut by hand. Under a few towering pines and cypresses, there are several stone houses, and there are stone tables and stone benches in front of the door.

At this time, an old man was meditating in front of the door, this man had white eyebrows, but his face was ruddy, and he did not know how old he was. As he gently exhaled, the aura between heaven and earth was inhaled into the dantian by him, and a white cloud appeared above his head.

In the middle of the platform, there is a few cases, on which there are ten incense burners side by side, all of which have a stick of incense, and green smoke is billowing. A middle-aged man held a sharp sword in his hand, held his breath and concentrated, the sword in his hand was quickly swung out, forming a phantom, the blade of the sword swept over the ten incense sticks, and the middle-aged man put away the sword and stood. I saw that the ten incense sticks were disconnected from the middle, and the incense fell and burned spontaneously.

The old man opened his eyes, nodded frequently, and said, "Sakuragi, your Xuanyuan Divine Sword has almost been practiced, and with a little time, that mad demon will definitely not be your opponent." ”

The middle-aged man was the killer Sakuragi Hanamichi who fled back to the Wa Kingdom back then, he was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but pounce in front of the old man, "Master, this is the result of your old man's cultivation for two years, and I will kowtow to you on behalf of the clansmen." ”

The old man smiled slightly, raised his wrist lightly, Sakuragi Hanamichi felt that his body seemed to be held up by an invisible gas, and he stood up involuntarily, "Hehe, although this is the cause and effect of thousands of years ago, but after all, it is the evil fate of our ancestors, Sakuragi, it is better to practice hard, and after a year, your achievements will be proud of the world." ”

"Thank you, master!" Sakuragi Hanamichi couldn't kneel, so he had to bow deeply, and then went to practice his sword.

Speaking of Sakuragi Hanamichi, it was a pure coincidence that he could come to Kunshan, and it was also a nightmare that he was destined to become Xiao Jian. When he returned to the Wa Kingdom, the family no longer existed, but he found the seal letter and the dragon tree in the clan according to the last words left by the withered vine tree, as well as a yellowed pamphlet.

After studying the booklet, Sakuragi Hanamichi gave up the plan of martial arts cheats in the cultivation book, since the withered vine tree is not Xiao Jian's opponent, even if he succeeds in cultivation, what is the use, the world's martial arts all originate from Huaxia, or go to Huaxia to find those ancient martial arts sects, maybe he can practice the kung fu of restraining Xiao Jian.

As the saying goes, a hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, although the Iga family was exterminated, but the eyes of the clan branch in the world are still there, he finally learned that there is a mysterious old man in the mountains in the northwest of Huaxia after many days, and he does not know how old he has lived, and the nearby mountain people call him Xuanyuan. But no one knows whether he will not be martial arts, and no one knows where he lives, but at the beginning of every month, he will appear in a small town called Jiangji to buy some daily necessities in the market, but Xuanyuan never uses money but barters things. According to the locals, the older generation had seen him before, and almost all of them had traveled westward on cranes.

With this little information, Sakuragi Hanamichi entered Huaxia Country and found the small town of Jiangji located in the mountains. The road to Jiangji is a winding mountain road, not to mention that it is open to traffic, the electricity here has not been used, and the mountain people have lit candles and oil lamps overnight.

Sakuragi Hanamichi lived in Jiangji, he began to wander around the market at the beginning of every month, and the hard work paid off, and finally one day, he saw an old man carrying a long cloth bag on his back to exchange some oil, salt, rice and vinegar and other daily necessities on the market, Sakuragi Hanamichi paid attention, and he slowly followed behind the old man.

The old man was Xuanyuan, and after changing daily necessities, he picked up the cloth bag and began to walk deep into the mountains. Towards noon, Xuanyuan sat down under a big tree and shouted behind him, "Come out, young man, you have followed me all the way." ”

Sakuragi Hanamichi couldn't help but be surprised, his ninjutsu was also first-class in the Wa Kingdom, but how could he be seen through by the old man lightly?

Sakuragi Hanamichi hurriedly appeared, kneeling down in front of Xuanyuan, "Old immortal, I want to worship you as a teacher, please accept the disciple, right?" ”

Xuanyuan stroked his long hair, smiled slightly and said: "I am a mountain and a villager, how can He De dare to be your teacher, you better go back." ”

How could Sakuragi Hanamichi let it go, he couldn't kneel down for a long time, "Old fairy, I am a sincere apprentice, you will accept me, right?" ”

Xuanyuan was slightly angry, "You are so unreasonable, since I said that I would not accept you as an apprentice, why bother to force each other." ”

Sakuragi Hanamichi kowtowed, and the blood bag had already been seen on his forehead, and when he knocked again, the blood bag broke, and the blood left a face It was really pitiful.

Xuanyuan let out a long sigh and said, "Seeing that you are so sincere, then follow me, if you can catch up with my steps, there may be room for negotiation." ”

Sakuragi Hanami was overjoyed and quickly got up, "Old fairy, can I help you carry your pocket?" ”

Xuanyuan smiled: "No, you can take care of yourself." With that, he got up and walked up the hill.

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't take it seriously at first, if he said the body footwork, he could surpass the old man at his own expense, who knew that after walking for a while, Sakuragi Hanamichi became more and more thrilling, because no matter how he accelerated, he always fell behind the old man about a hundred paces away. Sakuragi Hanamichi used all his strength and began to chase after him. Who knew that the old man smiled, and disappeared in an instant.

Yikes! Where is the old man?

Sakuragi Hanamichi chased the old man to the place where he disappeared, only to see a mossy path winding upward, but the old man was long gone.

I don't know how many years the moss mountain road has existed, and the moss on the steps doesn't know how many generations it has been born and dead. There were no footprints of the old man on the moss, but Sakuragi Hanamichi understood that the old man must have gone up the mountain.

When he climbed onto the platform with all his hard work and sweat, he, a first-class ninja in the Wa Kingdom, collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

The old man was holding a delicate loach teapot in his hand, and was waiting for Sakuragi Hanadao, "Hehe, yes, it's faster than I thought." ”

Sakuragi Hanamichi didn't care about his tiredness, and quickly knelt down, "Old fairy, please accept me." ”

Xuanyuan smiled: "Young man, you are not from Huaxia? ”

Sakuragi Hanamichi is conceited and said very authentic in Chinese, but how can the old man hear it?

The old man continued: "Your breathing method, body shape and footwork, there is no such exercise in Huaxia, but there is a shadow of the ancient law of Huaxia in it, I have not been out of the mountain for many years, and I don't know how many countries the world is divided into, although you are not from Huaxia, but I can't say which country." ”

"Old immortal, I am a native of the Wa Kingdom, just in the east of the Huaxia Kingdom, across the vast sea." Sakuragi Hanamichi said.

"Oh, I know, you are from Dongying, are you called Wa Guo now?" Xuanyuan Dawu.

"Yes!"

"Since you are from Dongying, why do you want to worship me as a teacher?" Xuanyuan is very strange, how can the Japanese people find themselves?

"Old immortal, I, I have a deep hatred on my back, thousands of my people were killed by one person, he was cruel and tyrannical, he didn't even let go of the old man and women and children, and killed them all." Sakuragi Hanamichi is in pain.

Xuanyuan frowned, "There is such a thing?" Seeing that your body also belongs to one sect, how can the other party destroy your entire clan with the power of one person? Not alarmist, right? ”

"Old immortal, I can swear to the heavens, if there is half a lie, I am willing to accept the punishment of heaven and break my bones."

Xuanyuan's benevolent heart increased greatly, and he couldn't help but step forward and help up the cherry blossom path with his own hands.

"Huh? What's in your bag? How can there be a kind of primitive aura stored zài? Could it be that the dragon wood can't be done? Xuanyuan suddenly smelled a very special smell and asked.