Ning Zhitian did not stay in the capital for a long time, he had a hunch that he could not find the person he wanted to see here, so he refused Zhao Feng's request to invite him to see Zhao Qitian. The three geniuses at the beginning are now dead and crippled, and there is no point in seeing each other again.

Once, when the ninety-nine swordsmen of the Xunyang Sword Shrine were still alive, there were three amazing geniuses. God, cai. Ling Tianyi, the black hand of the Tang Sect, Ning Zhitian, the little sword saint of the Xunyang Sword Shrine, and Zhao Qitian, the martial idiot of the Unknown Master Sect.

It was the most glorious period of Chinese martial arts.

These three martial arts juniors with heaven in their names really live up to the word genius. has only been in the martial arts for more than ten years, and his cultivation can be compared with some predecessors who have been cultivating for many years. At that time, Qianmen Si Jue could only rely on his snort, and it was not yet a climate.

Now, Zhao Qitian's legs are useless, and although the kung fu in his hands is still there, his strength has long been gone. And Ling Tianyi of the Tang Sect had already been besieged to death by more than a dozen Demon Sect elders when he was encircling and suppressing the Demon Sect.

Ning Zhitian, an old man in his sixties who is now in his sixties, inevitably sighs when he recalls the past, and as soon as he was born in the red dust, he unconsciously recalls the past, hurts his spirits, hurts his spirits.

He wandered around the capital until the early morning of the next day, without resting all night, but Ning Zhitian still looked full of energy and was not affected in the slightest. At this time, he was on the edge of a park lake, looking at the calm lake with his hands behind his back and being silent for a long time.

The number of people in the park gradually increased as time passed, but no one noticed the old man standing by the lake. Ning Zhitian stood quietly in place, his clothes moving slightly, and the sand and dust on the ground under his feet slowly gathered around him.

Ning Zhitian took a few steps forward, only one step away from the lake, and the lake in front of him began to spread in the form of sonic ripples, and the ripples became bigger with each breath he breathed.

If Zhao Feng was next to him at this time, he would be surprised and shouted: "Pregnant Sword Intent!" ”

That's right, Ning Zhitian was using the lake water to nurture one of his three sword intents, the still water sword intent. The world only knows that Ning Zhitian has a sword in his hand, and he is invincible in the world, but he doesn't know that his invincibility is based on his own three sword intents.

Ordinary kendo cultivators can only comprehend one sword intent, but Ning Zhitian is different. He had three swords when he was growing up, and each of them allowed him to refine his sword intent, except for the Heaven Reaching Sword behind him.

Martial arts are in decline, and the era of once outstanding people is long gone. Ning Zhitian wanted to accept Zhao Feng as a disciple in his heart, but he couldn't. This is a promise to the deceased, and this is a care for the younger generations.

He reined in his sword intent, raised his head and looked at the west, since there was no one in the capital, he would go all the way west.

To the west of the capital, LS City.

Jiangnan is not only rich in talented and beautiful women, but also has many martial arts families, so Jiangnan is also known as Jiangnan Road. At this time, a major event happened on Jiangnan Road: the rebellious second young master of the Tan family went home.

The Tan family has always been one of the top families in Jiangnan Road, and there are many acquired masters in the family, and Tan Riyue, the head of the Tan family, is a congenital master. The Tan family has been concentrating on martial arts all these years, and has not put their minds on business, so the strength of the family will inevitably be ranked. But no one has ever underestimated the Tan family, but they have become more and more jealous.

At this time, in the Tan family's manor, a chubby man was kneeling in front of the gate of a villa, and lying in front of him was the Suzaku whose life and death were unknown.

Tan Zhen's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about the Tan family children who were watching him around him. I have been away from home for many years, and many faces are unfamiliar to me, and there are many familiar faces to myself, and those are people of the same generation who are not in harmony with me. At this time, they looked at themselves with a mocking look on their faces.

What hasn't Tan Zhen experienced in the past few years? After a lot of hardships, it is not only his own skills to climb to the position of the A-level killer of the throne. There have been several times of danger, and he didn't survive it? In order to make his strength go further, Tan Zhen has paid too much. Who cares about those indifferent gazes now?

"Tan Ershao, where have you been in the past few years?" A child of the Tan family said in a strange way.

Tan Zhen looked down at Suzaku, who was pale and dead, and ignored him, he was always inputting his internal force into Suzaku to maintain Suzaku's body functions on the way to Jiangnan after saving Suzaku. He is still in the acquired stage, he has not yet entered the congenital stage, his internal force has not turned into true qi, and the effect of healing and renewing his life is not significant, and he feels that most of it still relies on the credit of the pill.

For what? Tan Zhen asked herself, just for her "ask for advice", for her respect for herself, and for the respect of a person in the martial arts. Even if he is desperate, he has to save her.

On the balcony on the second floor of the villa, Tan Riyue, that is to say, Tan Zhen's father was quietly looking at Tan Zhen kneeling in front of the villa at this time. A hunchbacked old servant behind him walked over and said respectfully.

"Master, the second young master has been kneeling for a day, are you going to let him in?"

"This kid, after a few years of training, his cultivation has risen greatly!" Tan Riyue said with emotion.

"If you get cold overnight, you have to divide your internal strength to keep that woman out of the cold, this kind of cultivation is just around the corner when you step into the innate world!" The hunchbacked old servant praised sincerely.

"He, if he enters the innate nature, how does it compare to the person in the capital?" Tan Riyue asked.

"It's not as good as Zhao Feng." The old servant said truthfully.

Tan Riyue nodded, quite admiring: "Zhao Feng's junior is really enviable." The old servant bowed slightly and was silent.

"What if you compare it to Xun'er?" Tan Riyue asked the old servant again.

"It's not as good as the eldest young master, but it's better than the eldest young master." There was a deep meaning in the old servant's smile.

Tan Xun is Tan Riyue's eldest son, Tan Zhen's own brother, now thirty years old, born last year, is a hot young talent in this area of Jiangnan Province.

What the old servant said was not as good, but he was able to beat it all because of Tan Xun's doting on his younger brother. was too indulgent to Tan Zhen, and because of this, Tan Xun's shelter everywhere made Tan Zhen not feel the danger that martial arts should have, so he fell out with his family and ran away in a rage.

That was seven years ago, when Tan Zhen had just come of age and held a coming-of-age ceremony.

Tan Riyue looked at the man who had been kneeling, his increasingly stable heart could be seen, and he couldn't help but feel in a good mood. He said to the old servant, "Let him come in, and have a drink with me tonight!" The old servant bowed down, and his heart couldn't help but be happy. In case of happy events, when the float is white!

Tan Zhen carried Suzaku into this home that he hadn't entered for seven years, and it was still like that, and there was no change from seven years ago. It's just that the man, his temples are slightly gray.

Tan Riyue looked at his second son with a straight face, he knew that he had never shown a trace of dissatisfaction with him, he just wanted this child to go further.

Tan Zhen walked up to the man sitting on the sofa step by step with his head down and slowly knelt down. He had never felt that kneeling was so easy, as if it should have been.

Tan Riyue's eyes were complicated, and she said in a slightly astringent tone: "When you go home this time, are you planning to settle down?" ”

Tan Zhen nodded and said softly: "I haven't seen my family for seven years, and I won't leave when I come back this time." The corners of Tan Riyue's mouth hooked up a trace of imperceptible arc. Pointing to Suzaku, he asked his own question.

"Who is this girl?"

Tan Zhen was in a state of flux, and said with some difficulty: "She is your daughter-in-law, she was seriously injured this time, and ordinary medical technology is useless to her, so I want to ask my father to help!" ”

Tan Riyue also loosened a little when she heard that the "daughter-in-law" had been stiff, and asked with some hesitation: "Really?" ”

When did Tan Zhen see his father look so out of shape, he felt funny and silently mourned for himself in his heart: "Really." "That's it! Suzaku girl, forgive me! I can't help it!

Tan Riyue smiled after hearing the affirmative answer this time.

Zhao Feng received the news that Ning Zhitian was leaving, and went to the airport to see off the old man by himself without telling his master. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Ning Zhitian standing outside the airport, obviously waiting for him.

Zhao Feng walked over and did not salute, but said hello. Ning Zhitian nodded with satisfaction, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch the plane.

"When my master taught me to practice swords when I was a child, I fantasized that I could fly thousands of miles in an instant like the legendary sword fairy." Ning Zhitian looked childish. Zhao Feng was not surprised to say such a thing to this only remaining kendo senior in the world.

I saw him smile and say, "When I was practicing martial arts, I read too many novels, and I thought that one day I could shatter the void and fly into an immortal with one punch." ”

Ning Zhitian Clam laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be stupider than me." Zhao Feng shook his head, looking at this senior who had no mastery at all.

After laughing, Ning Zhitian looked at a flying plane in the blue sky with a longing expression and said, "Who doesn't want Edgeworth to soar over the universe?" ”

"Edgeworth, we can fly." Zhao Feng said softly, and Ning Zhitian pointed at him with a smile on his face.

Who wouldn't admire a demon like Zhao Feng who hasn't seen him for thousands of years? Ning Zhitian and Zhao Feng said a few words casually, and then planned to leave. At this time, Zhao Feng suddenly spoke: "The seniors are going west here, or is it for the heirs of the Sword Shrine?" ”

Ning Zhitian looked nostalgic: "I have this plan, but I still want to see those old friends." Hearing this, Zhao Feng bowed solemnly and saluted three times. The first salute, pay tribute to the ancestors of martial arts; The second salute is to pay tribute to the genius; Third, salute the seniors slowly!

Ning Zhitian nodded knowingly, went west out of the capital, and saw the old man.