This man looked about his age, but I saw that he was wearing a dark golden cotton green shirt, with a dazzling navy blue stripe around his waist, black hair, and bright phoenix eyes under his eyebrows, and his figure was quite beautiful. Slowly walking towards the outside of the cave, the sword-wielding young man outside immediately bowed down and trembled: "Welcome Uncle Shi out of the customs!"

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the rising sun in the east and said lightly: "What day is today?"

The sword-wielding young man still didn't dare to raise his head and replied honestly: "It's the eleventh day of March in the thirty-seventh year of the Qingli calendar. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to speak.

"Just say something, don't be nervous, I'm not a monster, I can't eat people. ”

The young man was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a warmth rise in his body. This warmth is not like the warmth of the spring breeze, but like a warm current flowing into his limbs.

He said in his heart: "Could it be that Uncle Fei has really practiced?"

The middle-aged man lowered his hand from the young swordsman's shoulder, he turned his head to look at him and said, "You are a disciple of the Xuanxin Sword Sect?"

The young man replied honestly, "Yes." ”

This young swordsman was already very surprised when he saw this senior uncle who had only heard his voice for more than ten years, and as soon as he put this hand on his shoulder, he knew that he was a disciple of the Xuanxin Sword Sect.

"What are you going to say?"

Only then did the young man raise his head and smile as if he was patting his ass: "The disciple thought that a person with a high level of martial arts cultivation like Uncle Shi should have been in that ancient age, but he didn't expect that Uncle Shi would be so young. ”

The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Shi by the young swordsman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then the smile on his face immediately turned extremely bright, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to his nephew, who was not a faction: "What's your name?"

"Disciple Jiang Deng, the word is clear. He is a third-generation disciple of the Xuanxin Sword Sect......"

The young swordsman must have listened to his master's countless legendary stories about this uncle. Therefore, when the approachable uncle asked what his name was, he thought that he had made this nominal uncle who even the master was afraid of three points unhappy today, and he couldn't control it and began to report his family as if he was in a sword factory.

Uncle Shi didn't care, and when he stammered and stumbled after speaking, he thought for a while and asked, "What a good name is bright is what I want...... Where's your sword?"

The young man immediately presented his sword, which he had polished twice a day, with both hands, and he trembled and said, "This, this is the sword that the master gave to the disciple. ”

The well-dressed middle-aged man took it and looked at it himself, and said, "Jiang Deng, have you ever killed anyone with this sword?"

The young swordsman's heart immediately tightened, and it was over.

There are many unwritten rules in this river and lake, if the person who uses weapons kills more people, he will naturally become famous.

A hundred years ago, the No. 1 Falling Sword in the martial arts broke through the three thousand black-clothed dead soldiers of the old country of Western Chu with the power of one person, and became famous in a battle after washing the water of the Qinghe River in the place of wind and moon in the world, and the generals of the old country of Western Chu were afraid. After that, it seems that God thinks that the Falling Sword is too killing. Only then did the evil dragon that descended its wings and breathe fire from its mouth, and died with the falling sword. If it weren't for the punishment of heaven, I am afraid that the smoke of this century-old gunpowder would have been extinguished long ago.

And then there is the old man of the Heavenly Sword who became famous earlier than the Falling Sword and has already feathered into a cyan demon knife, although he is shouted and beaten by everyone, and has been surrounded and suppressed a few times, but after all, he has died a few times, and the biggest siege at the beginning was a total of more than 300 people in the entire rivers and lakes, all of whom were martial arts masters in the realm of small saints on the rivers and lakes at that time, but what was the result? When he finished telling this story, the next day, he found that he was dead, and the death was extremely ugly, and all his internal organs were shattered by the domineering sword intent.

People do not die, and the sword does not go out.

Since then, no one in the rivers and lakes has dared to go up to Tiandao Mountain, until Liu Shuangke of the Mandarin Duck Gate and Zhu Xiangtian of the Six Gates risked life and death to go up the mountain to apprentice and come back to the sword technique.

That's for another story, of course.

And then there is the compassionate man who also followed the feathering Daomen Ten years ago, the old immortal Chang Qingren had split the shadow mountain with three palms when he was young, and the gravel was like a canopy of heaven, smashing the nearly 10,000 victims who poured into Cangzhou like a tide, together with the spies of the old country of Western Chu who were mixed into it.

The only martial arts cultivator in the old country of Western Chu who had stepped into the realm of land immortals was separated from the sword grandson, and a sword sent out nearly ten thousand sword qi to kill four thousand of the vanguard army of the Northern Spirit Kingdom, and the wreckage was piled up, and the banner was on the ground. Those who did not die also died under the panicked hooves of their comrades and under their feet. This incident caused the Northern Spirit Army to collapse, until three years later, the Yanyulou incident turned into a turning point, prompting the peace of the later Suoshan River for nearly ten years.

The old national teacher of the Donghe Kingdom, who didn't know where to go, lost half of his luck after fighting with the Liren Sword when he was young, but he sneaked into the old country of Western Chu and cultivated to the top of the martial arts of the people, as many as the number of people in the forest, Saichuan City, and turned the heads of the martial arts cultivators who cultivated to the realm of the Little Sage into a scene and hung it on the head of Saichuan City.

There is also a martial arts cultivation for the small holy realm, and as early as ten years ago, he became the most powerful in the rivers and lakes, the youngest in the history of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and the highest martial arts cultivation master should be Rufei and the Pavilion Master of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion - the only one who has cultivated for thousands of years to transcend the land immortal realm and reach the Tianyuan realm to cultivate as a god in an era Zhuge Divine Monarch.

One hundred and fifty years ago, he used the five elements to transform, and the art of moving mountains and reclamation sealed all the continents, saying that it was to prevent the 'destruction of the world', and the world objected, and killed all the people who opposed him overnight, and for a while, the blood flowed like a river. In the end, he fought with the wife of the Pavilion Master of the Smoke and Rain Pavilion in the Holy Snow Mountain, and killed the then great master of Zen Buddhism, the Great Monk of Zen Buddhism, and the King of Killers with the title of the world's number one killer, and disappeared from the world after being killed by Hong, until the Heavenly Demon Sect Leader Ying Rufei and his junior brother who had long since disappeared met by chance......

Jiang Deng's sword had never been stained with blood, so he was beaten by the stern master with the scabbard and didn't know how many times he circled around the Qingshan Pavilion. No, delivering meals to this uncle who has never met every day is his current job. If he doesn't prove that he is not a straw bag in front of his uncle, I am afraid that his name will not be included on the list of disciples of the Qinglian Sword Pavilion.

So after thinking about it again and again, he still didn't have the courage to lie, he sighed and said, "No, not one." ”

was ready to be trained, but his uncle frowned and said, "Okay, I'll teach you three tricks." ”