On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

It is advisable to open the light, break the ground, open the market, and trade.

Do not dig wells and sacrifice.

Joy God Northwest, Fortune God Southwest.

It's a good auspicious day for the zodiac.

The weather is fine, the cold winter in the north is finally coming to an end, the warm sun is sprinkled on people, warm, and the air is also full of spring.

The snow melts in the mountains, and the frozen soil is soft again, making it particularly comfortable to step on. In the distant meadows, a few traces of tender green can be seen from time to time.

Everything is recovering, which is a good sign.

A pair of young and old, holding hands and walking among the mountains and rivers.

The old man walked slowly, perhaps because of his blindness. The little guy has a wild temperament, bouncing all the way, free and cheerful.

"Master, let's play a little longer, okay?"

Glimpsing the town in front of him, Xiao Xiao knew that the destination had arrived, and turned around to ask for Old Man Yang's consent, obviously unfinished.

"Just know how to play! I taught you to observe the clouds and recognize qi, have you learned? ”

The blind old man Yang reprimanded, but there was no sternness in his voice, not as cold and weird as when he treated others. What he loves the most is this little apprentice who is only six years old.

Xiao Bu lowered his head and said timidly: "Master, is it okay to go back to the south?" I don't want to stay in Northern Tang anymore......"

Old man Yang's face softened, he walked up to him with a cloth banner, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, the sugar gourd in the north is not sweet enough?" ”

Xiao Xiao shook his head, and said quietly: "Master, you have changed." You weren't like that before, you wouldn't take me around, and it wasn't fun to see strange people. ”

"That's ......"

Old man Yang raised his head, facing the town in the distance, his eyelids twitched slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing his profound expression, he couldn't panic, thinking that he had said the wrong thing and made the old man angry, so he quickly explained: "It's still small, and I can't help the master." I'm afraid of being targeted by bad guys and affecting the master! ”

Don't look at his age, but his heart is clear and unclean, extremely intelligent, and he can already see through it, and the depths of those kind and kind eyes all hide sinister and cunning meanings.

He knew that he was Old Man Yang's weakness.

Old man Yang smiled slightly, rubbed his little head, and said dotingly: "You are only so young, you have learned to think cranky." I'll take you around, see more bad guys now, and you can deal with more bad guys later......"

Xiao Xiao nodded sensibly, he didn't understand the deep meaning of the old man's words at the moment, pointed to the town in front of him and asked, "Master, what kind of place is this?" ”

Everywhere he went, Old Man Yang would patiently explain a lot of knowledge to him, and today was no exception, "This town is called Drinking Horse Town, and less than ten miles north from this place is the ancestral court of the soldiers, Zhenwu Mountain." ”

Xiao Xiao blinked and reacted quickly, "Then we are going to climb Zhenwu Mountain?" ”

Old man Yang shook his head, "No, we're going to meet someone." ”

With that, he clenched his small hand, and the ghost banner in his left hand waved violently, performing the Qimen Dunjia technique, and the two disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, they appeared in the guest room of a restaurant.

The room was filled with alcohol and a foul stench, which was disgusting.

Xiao Hao's face turned pale, and he hurriedly ran to open the doors and windows to ventilate.

Old man Yang sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and wanted to pour water, but found that it was empty, so he couldn't help frowning, and looked sideways at the old man who was drunk and dreaming on the bed.

"What are you doing alive? Why don't you die? ”

The old man's hair was thinning, and looking at his old face, he was obviously older than Old Man Yang.

He didn't take off the shabby sheepskin coat, but lay on his back face to the sky, looking at the curtain on the top of the bed, his eyes empty and numb, as if he didn't notice the pair at all.

Old man Yang smiled coldly, his expression even more contemptuous, "Sui Dongshan, you better kill yourself quickly!" Go underground early to be your master's companion, so that you don't have to live to embarrass the kendo! ”

This drunken old man turned out to be the famous Cangliu Sword, Sui Dongshan, who was still guarding the pavilion for the Sword Saint not long ago.

Hearing this, Sui Dongshan's eyes trembled slightly, a trace of killing intent flashed slightly, and he still stared at the top of the bed sluggishly, "The Tao is gone, what's the use of having a face?" ”

Yun Yaozong was destroyed, he was the only survivor of the previous generation of elders, and he became a lost dog with no support.

Unlike Fu Qinghe, who is in power, he has no distractions, he is a person who is truly proud of his sect and obsessed with swordsmanship, and he is the purest sword cultivator.

In the past few decades, he has witnessed the rise and strength of the Yunyao Sect, and he regards this sect as an inseparable part of his life from the bottom of his heart.

This sense of glory can only be understood by those who have devoted themselves and loved it.

And now, there is no Yunyao Sect in the world.

When Old Man Yang heard this, he picked up a porcelain cup, played with it, and said jokingly: "Yun Yaozong is a scum of the sword and destroys himself, what is the pity?" A bunch of scum, if it's gone, it's gone. You dare to say that kendo is gone, it's really unashamed......"

Sui Dongshan's pupils shrank, and he finally had a trace of vitality, and said indifferently: "The Tao is different, don't conspire with each other, why bother to talk about the wind and cold." Please! ”

There are countless blind people in the world, and those who dare to be arrogant in front of him Sui Dongshan don't have to think about it, they are naturally Mr. Xuanji of the Yin and Yang family.

Old Man Yang's smile became thicker, and his left hand slowly raised, "Since you said it's gone, then it's gone!" Anyway, your Dao is gone, what's the use of keeping the Cangliu Sword? ”

Before the words fell, the Cangliu sword on the side of the couch flew out in response, not under the control of the master, and fell into the hands of Old Man Yang. With a shake of his withered hand, his true power burst out, and he actually shattered Sui Dongshan's natal sword, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground!

Burst!

Sui Dongshan's divine consciousness was traumatized, and he spat blood from his mouth, spraying directly onto the curtain on the top of the bed, staining it red.

He clutched his chest, immediately got up from the bed, and stared at the idle old man Yang at the table, his sword intent bloomed, and the original wine spirit was instantly dispelled.

"Destroy my natal sword, don't share the sky! Blind Yang, are you going to bully the weak and make a special trip to humiliate me Yun Yaozong? ”

Except for Gu Jiantang, Yun Yaozong is now the only one left. Humiliating him is no different from humiliating Yun Yaozong.

On the list, Yang Xuanji ranked fourth, while Sui Dongshan ranked fourteenth, and the difference in strength between the two was as great as the abyss. Even so, Sui Dongshan is arrogant, even if he fights to the death, he will never endure this shame!

Yang Xuanji's body leaned slightly, as if he was looking at Sui Dongshan, who was as angry as a lion, and sneered: "It turns out that you still know about humiliation? Under the noses of the soldiers, drunk and dreaming of death all day long, do you think that Yun Yaozong is not ashamed enough, and you want the entire kendo to see jokes? ”

Sui Dongshan sat on the ground, his eyebrows locked. The lethality of Yang Blind's words is greater than that of destroying his natal sword, and every sentence is heart-wrenching, stabbing at the sore spot that he is most unwilling to face.

"Who has the time to look at my jokes? Haven't you heard that the Twelve Sword Sects are fighting, and there are only six of them left? Don't you know that Confucianism is ambitious and is bound to annex us and dominate the Northern Tang Dynasty! ”

He was heartbroken, clutched his chest, and said sadly: "It's not just Yunyao Sect that has perished! The whole kendo is going to be gone! ”

Seeing that kendo is declining and on the verge of destruction, as a kendo veteran, how can he not be heartbroken.

As for the other soldiers and two veins outside the way of the sword, they are all mediocre people who talk about soldiers on paper, and they only know that the corpse is vegetarian, and in the face of the chaos of the sea, they are still flawless to take care of themselves, how can they still have the courage to work together to revive their strength.

To this day, even if he wants to turn the tide, Yun Yaozong is the only one left, unable to support himself, unable to return to the sky, which makes him not despair.

Old man Yang restrained his smile and said awe-inspiringly: "The law of martial arts is unbreakable. There are only a few outdated sects, and if they are gone, they will be gone, what is the pity! Those who survive the annexation are the real kendo powerhouses! ”

As he spoke, he slapped the table, like a stick, which shocked Sui Dongshan's heart.

"Go to the turnips, you don't understand such a simple truth, you are still an old man in vain! Yun Yao Sect is gone, you dare to call the way of the sword gone? Look at the sword mound of the sword abyss, the strong are always strong, how could he have been shaken and decadent like you! ”

Sui Dongshan was stunned and hesitated: "Isn't the imperial court going to ......?"

Old man Yang interrupted coldly and sneered: "Great Sword Dao, when did you learn to look at other people's faces?" Temples and rivers and lakes, if someone wants to cover the sky with one hand, why can't you gather together to break the sky! ”

Sui Dongshan woke up like a dream, and only then did he understand the true meaning of Old Man Yang's trip.

He took a deep look at Old Man Yang, his eyes were sharp, and there was no longer the slightest bit of despair, "No matter what the result is, I will go all out to persuade them to fight the enemy together!" ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that today's kendo lacks saints to be in charge, and the next game may be extremely tragic......

Old man Yang froze, and the two necrotic eyes turned violently, as if he was about to open his eyes to see the vast world.

"My generation of martial arts cultivators, how can I look up to others? The vicissitudes of the sea show the true colors of heroes! Sui Dongshan, do you know where you are worse than Gu Jiantang? If you don't have a Juggernaut, then why don't you become a Juggernaut and hold up this world! ”

As soon as he raised his hand, the ghost and god flags waved, and a long narrow sword box rolled out, just spread out in front of Sui Dongshan.

It's the real martial sword!