To the north of Zilai, the beauty is inexplicable, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Wanji Mountain is full of glazed flowers that are unique to this area, and it looks like countless hairpins made of glass are inserted all over the mountain, and the river at the foot of the mountain has a faint mist that only emits in the early morning. The strange thing is that these fogs drifted over the mountains and did not disperse, surrounding Wanji Mountain for a long time.

The villagers who have lived here for a long time have been surprised by this scene, the Heavenly Sword Sect has been closed for sixty years, and the location of Wanji Mountain is just on the edge of the mountain sealing array, and the glazed flowers that bloom in June and July every year are in full bloom all year round on this mountain.

However, today is different from previous years, from the royal family to the poor people, everyone knows that today is the day of the opening of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and even the glazed flowers are much more vigorous than in the past.

It's just that what's even stranger than the scenery of Wanji Mountain is that none of the royal relatives of the sect giants who have a close relationship with them have come here to congratulate, and the villagers who cultivate here have long been emptied. Under the contrast of the geese flying all over the sky, this huge mountain gate looks particularly bleak.

"Coax...."

A loud noise came from Wanji Mountain, the huge smoke and dust stirred up by the mountain closure array, the glass flowers that scraped all over the mountain kept shaking, and the wild geese flying comfortably in the startled sky quickly flapped their wings and flapped their wings and fled.

In a short time, that golden film had completely dissipated, and the Heavenly Sword Sect, which had disappeared in the eyes of the world for sixty years, was about to return to the world.

"Buzz ....."

Suddenly, in the smoke and dust that had not completely dissipated, there was a subtle but strange chirp. For the sword cultivator who was drunk with the sword, although this sound was not very familiar, once it sounded, he would never admit it.

This is the surrender of ten thousand swords to the king!

The sound of swords became louder and louder, from the initial sound of mosquitoes to gradually resounding through the valley. As the chirping gradually rose, a faint silver-white color emerged from the dust curtain, like thousands of fireflies with flying snow covering the mountain cliffs.

On Wanji Mountain, the glazed flowers that were originally planted in the mountains were floating in the air at this time, exuding a thick dark blue, echoing with the thousands of flying swords in front of them.

"Go ahead. At this moment, a dull voice sounded, in the scene at this moment, it seemed extremely incongruous, but at the moment when the voice fell, the glass flowers floating in the air were within a breath, and instantly formed a giant sword that was Ling Tianyu. The smoke and dust had also settled at this time, and tens of thousands of flying swords were not covered by the dust curtain, exuding endless power in front of Wanji Mountain.

The giant sword was formed, and ten thousand swords followed, as if the heavenly prince was on the canvas of the sky, with the two colors of blue and white.

Unfortunately, this scene disappeared after a short time, and the blue giant sword carried ten thousand flying swords, flying towards the north at an extremely fast speed.

Few people know how big the territory of Zilai Island is. It's just clear that even Lord Gu Ming, the commander of the forbidden army, who was praised by His Majesty Emperor Wen as "the speed of Lei Jun, not as fast as Er", from the Red Leaf Country to the Dayan Dynasty, it will take ten days, and the land is so wide, which can be seen from one or two.

The light of the giant sword was not very dazzling, but even if it flew in the sky, mortals underground could clearly see it, and a blue-white rainbow light streaked across the sky.

When the people saw it, they thought that a miracle had come to the world, and they fell to their knees wherever they passed, and refused to get up for a long time. When the cultivators saw it, they were all speechless because of the power emanating from the giant sword. Occasionally, the great power can be seen, but the eyes are heavy, and they dare not touch their edge.

With such a high-profile and indomitable attitude, the giant sword slashed through one city after another very quickly, but in the Zhongzhou Temple, it made a bend, and the rest, whether it was the capital of a country or the territory of a sect with a history of thousands of years, all passed directly without the slightest mercilessness.

Not long after, the giant sword stopped in Linzi, the capital of the Great Qi Dynasty in Yangzhou, North China, and the monks and people in the city looked at the giant sword hanging in the sky, frightened, and shouted wildly.

Cui Xuan, the Great Qi National Teacher, was standing at the head of the city and shouted angrily: "Sword madman, you are really crazy!"

It is also strange that at the moment when the words of the national teacher fell, the giant sword seemed to have heard some kind of code, and fell into the city at an extremely fast speed, like ten thousand swords destroying the world.

Cui Xuan shouted at the city gate: "What about the city protection array?

The body was like a ball, and the fat flesh piled his eyes into a thin line, stretched out his fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Country.... Master Guoshi, that.... Over there, it seems to be ..... Emperor.... Palace. ”

Cui Xuan's eyes widened, and the blue giant sword carried ten thousand flying swords, flying straight towards the palace. Suddenly, the soldiers defending the city only felt a hot air rushing above their heads, shaking all over the world. In the distance, the golden and extravagant palace turned to powder the moment it touched the giant sword. It is said that it is powder, but it is not too rigorous, in fact, it is like the tip of a needle piercing a blister, and with a soft sound of "wave", a palace will be returned to the world.

Cui Xuan sat on the ground and said stupidly: "It's over, it's all over." If something happens to the emperor, he will die, and none of them will live. All of them are going to die, and no one will live.....

A soldier staggered and crawled, climbed to the top of the city, knelt on one knee in front of Cui Xuan, and said happily: "Report ~~ Lord National Teacher, there are no casualties in the palace, the emperor is just a little frightened, and the dragon body is fine!"

Cui Xuan grabbed the soldier in front of him, and the wood-like wrinkles stretched out because of the excessive exaggeration of his expression, and he didn't know whether it was joy or fear.

"What are you talking about? This sword didn't kill a single person? How could it be? The walls of the imperial palace that couldn't even break through the peak of the Nine Realms turned into ashes in an instant, how could it be that there were no dead people?"

The soldier endured the pain and replied: "Returning to the country, it is true that there are no dead people, even the palace maid who serves has not even scratched the corners of her clothes." ”

Cui Xuan let go of the soldiers, climbed up regardless of the image, looked at the palace in the distance, and stared at the emperor's majesty, who was not angry and arrogant, sitting upright on the ground, and was helped up by several palace maids and walked outside the palace.

The national teacher sat on the ground again, as if he had been amnestied, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay....."

The great joy after the great sorrow looked particularly beautiful, but Cui Xuan, who was experiencing this incident, suddenly remembered another thing.

Compared to sixty years ago, this sword maniac's swordsmanship turned out to be several points stronger, how strong was he?

Suddenly, Cui Xuan's eyes reflected a slight bluish-white, and a small sword qi stopped at the center of Cui Xuan's eyebrows, although the sword qi was small, the power made people tremble. A wisp of sword sound condensed and reached Cui Xuan's ears, "Continue to go to the temple to visit me, and in sixty years, more than this palace will fall here." ”

The voice was mellow and peaceful, like a father who was talking to his son, a teacher who taught his students. But the words he said made Cui Xuan's hair stand upside down, cold air ran up his spine, and a wordless sense of fear enveloped his whole body.

The sword qi slowly dissipated, but Cui Xuan still didn't dare to move until he had no more strength and collapsed on the head of the city.

"Master of the National Teacher, Master of the National Teacher. ”

Cui Xuan ignored those shouts, just stared at the white clouds in the sky with wide eyes in a daze.

"It's absolutely impossible for me to get involved with this madman again, he's really crazy, really crazy. ”

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Mr. Wen took out his broom, and it snowed a little more last night, so he still had to clean it up.

At the moment when the giant sword left the Great Yan Dynasty, Mr. Wen suddenly raised his head and looked straight to the north, and the passers-by saw Mr. Wen looking at the sky in a daze, and asked kindly, "Mr. Wen." Mr. Wen, are you alright? ”

Mr. Wen came back to his senses and said gently, "It's okay, it's just that I think things are a little out of my mind." ”

The pedestrian then left. After a long time, Mr. Wen sighed and said sadly: "Hey, what an idiot. ”

The dilapidated courtyard door not far away creaked, and Ye Fan walked out of the courtyard gate with a broom.

Mr. Wen finally had a smile on his sad face, "Fortunately, the uneasy is in the sky, and the worry-free is in front of you." What a blessing in misfortune. ”

"Sir. Sir, the snow is not too deep, I can clean it myself. You go home and rest first, I just wanted to go to my husband's house to ask questions. ”

Looking at the thin young man galloping towards him, Mr. Wen had a smile on his face even more.

It's a blessing of all for.

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Sixty years ago, for unknown reasons, Liu Jian angrily cut off the head of the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites on the day of the Great Qi Sacrifice to the Heavens, shocking several states.

The government and the opposition were shaken, and the national teacher Cui Xuan and the hundred officials of the Great Qi united together to go to the Zhongzhou Temple and join the Liu Sword.

The great priest of the temple was forced to order the Heavenly Sword Sect to close the mountain for sixty years, and the willow sword faced the wall in the cliff, and the mountain sealing array was not dispersed, and the willow sword could not come out.

Unexpectedly, the mountain sealing array had just dispersed, and Liu Jian swaggered his sword again. Although no one was killed, but the palace of a country was flattened by Liu Jian with a sword, how can the face of the Great Qi royal family remain?

The five states of Hongmeng are all watching the jokes of the Great Qi Dynasty, and they are also curious, how will the Great Qi and the Temple punish Liu Jian?

At this moment of world attention, there was no sound of the wind.

It seems that nothing has happened to Daqi, but the palace is slowly being built, which is honestly incredible. The temple seemed to be completely ignorant, and was unwilling to even do the superficial effort of sending people to condole with one or two. Liu Jian is no different from sixty years ago, he is a shopkeeper, delegates all the matters of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and goes to the Void Realm to hone his sword intent.

The bigwigs of all parties suddenly understood that the person who could not be provoked in the Hongmeng world was not the Great Priest of the Temple, nor was he the Emperor of the People, who was known for his eccentric temper in the Taixu Realm.

It's this sword maniac, this completely unreasonable Liu Jian.

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Mr. Wen was holding a book and was facing Ye Fan in front of him to teach carefully and answer patiently. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration, a whim, but a little unbearable, hesitated for a long time, but still asked Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, do you want to learn the sword?"

The young man felt that Mr. Wen was not the same as usual, but he didn't think much about it, and said simply: "Of course I want to learn the sword." It's just that I haven't read much, and some things haven't been done yet, so I don't know if bad things will happen if I practice rashly but I don't have the support of my state of mind. And there is no master to lead, a little confused, I don't know how to learn the sword. ”

Mr. Wen opened his mouth and said: "I happen to know a master who uses a sword, who now lives in the northern border of the Great Yan Dynasty and has opened a sect, so it will not be a problem to teach you." Besides, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and you will know the true meaning of this when you embark on a journey. ”

Ye Fan's eyes lit up when he heard the words of the Great Yan Dynasty, "If I go to the Great Yan Dynasty to learn swords, won't I be able to meet Brother Zhao often?"

Mr. Wen nodded vigorously, "Yes, if you think about it, going to Dayan can not only see the beautiful scenery along the way, seek knowledge and sword, but also be able to contact Zhao Qing for affection, which is really a rare good thing." ”

Ye Fan frowned and looked at Mr. Wen suspiciously, "Sir, why don't you seem to be different from usual today." ”

Mr. Wen coughed a few times, pretending to be weak, and said: "The weather is getting cold, it should be infected with some wind cold, don't worry about it, I'll just drink it in a decoction pot." ”

Ye Fan immediately got up, and said to Mr. Wen, "Sir, I'll go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine for you." Although the wind chill is a minor illness, it can't be neglected, so do you still grab the previous prescription?"

Mr. Wen nodded, and coughed a few more dryly, "What about practicing swords?"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment and replied: "This matter is too important, let me go back and think about it for two days before giving a reply to Mr." Now it's still Mr.'s body that matters. ”

Looking at Ye Fan, who was walking out of the door, Mr. Wen sat down on the chair in a deflated manner, "I did two things against my will in two days, and both because of one person, I really can't think of it until I die." ”

Where has Liu Wen seen his husband like this, he forced a smile, walked behind Mr. Wen, rubbed his shoulders with both hands, and asked softly: "Let Ye Fan go and learn sword from that sword maniac, is your husband really willing?"

"What is there that you can't give up. It's just that he is hiding from this child, and his conscience is disturbed. Mr. Wen thought of Ye Fan, who seemed to always have a bright smile, but he shook his head and immediately denied himself, "Reluctant, really reluctant." ”

Liu Wen just rubbed his shoulders slowly, smiled and said nothing.

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The Void Realm is a different space that has been opened up by the combined efforts of countless powers since ancient times.

As the name suggests, the Void is naturally a void.

This nothingness is not desolation, but nothing.

There is really nothing, there is no concept of time and space here, let alone the existence of living things and light, and even the long river of time is avoided.

For these true mountaintop cultivators, the Void Realm is obviously more suitable for cultivation than the Hongmeng World.

Liu Jian stood quietly in the virtual realm, closing his eyes and refining his sword intent.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the long sword across his chest gave birth to a sword qi, which actually cut a hole in the void realm, and a white smoke floated from the crack.

Liu Jian slowly opened his eyes, his face full of helplessness.

The message of that smoke conveyed only one sentence.

"Get ready, your junior brother is coming to you to learn the sword. ”

Liu Jian blew out a breath from the rift that was about to heal, forming a white smoke that was almost identical to the one before.

The smoke was transmitted to the Great Elder who was busy dealing with the affairs of the sect.

Only one sentence was expressed.

"Get ready, my little junior brother is coming to learn the sword. ”