In 1002 AD, the second year of Longxing of Qi State.

Mainland, Central, Luguo, Gangnam-do.

In the empty circular hall, eight directions, including east, west, north and south, that surrounded a circle, suddenly lit up with spiritual power projections.

There are bald men in the endless wind and sand, masked old men sitting on the cliffs of mountain streams, and open men surrounded by delicate women......

Eight men of different shapes but in high positions gathered together for the first time in a long time.

In the middle of the hall, there is a dragon-shaped giant lamp hanging, and at the dragon's eye, two stone beads shine brightly. Looking down in the warm light, a man with a sword was half-kneeling on the carpet.

"Sword Pavilion Ancestral Court, give an order today, strip Mo Fan of his identity as the thirty-seventh Sword Pavilion Master, scatter his memories, deprive him of his strength, and expel him from the Sword Pavilion!"

The man holding the sword lowered his head: "Ancestor, this matter may be ......"

"Don't say much, this is an edict of the ancestral court, except for the emperor of the land country, the rest will be killed, and it will be executed quickly!"

"Yes!"

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"Oh, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky!"

In the early spring morning, the morning sun crosses the Tien Shan Mountains from the east and is reflected in an attic at the foot of the mountain. In the middle of the attic, on the plaque made of black wood, the words "Sword Pavilion" shine brightly.

The Sword Pavilion of the Land Kingdom is a very ordinary attic, the eaves are black, and the eaves corners are carved into a very common delphinium-shaped, which seems to have no sense of existence in the magnificent palaces that are everywhere in Jiangnan Province.

But it is such an inconspicuous attic that has become a holy place in the hearts of all swordsmen in the world thousands of years ago.

It is rumored that the Sword Pavilion has nine floors, each of which is taller than the other, and there are 36,000 swords in the Pavilion, one of which is more profound than the other.

At this time, a long sword, on the railing of the Nine-Story Pavilion, reflected the sword light.

Beside the sword body as clear as autumn water, dense small characters in the seal body appeared in the air, surrounding the tip of the sword in a staggered shape.

Sunlight passed through these translucent fonts, hitting the body of the sword, scattering into the heaven and earth outside the Sword Pavilion.

The sword body is three feet, and the cold light is overwhelming!

Looking back along the hilt of the sword, the hand holding the sword was like a warm jade white stone, slender and white, but it was different from ordinary young people, and the back of the finger was full of small scars, no less than a hundred paths.

This is a scar unique to sword qi.

This is an honor unique to sword practitioners.

"The Sword Pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, one husband is the pass, and ten thousand people are not open. ”

"Although Jincheng is cloudy, it is better to return home early...!"

The clear young man's chanting voice echoed between heaven and earth, and after the chanting of a "Shu Dao Difficulty", the seal on the straight sword became more and more detailed, and every word was condensed like a black fish in a pool.

Then, the young man raised his head and looked at the sun in front of him, and the people behind him, his good-looking face suddenly laughed, and asked softly to the crowd:

"Sword Pavilion 36,000 swords, today...... Are they all going to be masterless sword moves?"

Behind him stood several people, dressed in white, and their posture was clear in the sun, like an immortal. In the house not far away, the morning light penetrated half along the eaves of the pavilion, and only the white figure was visible, and I don't know where it extended from the side of the pavilion door.

On this day, half of the people who could climb the nine floors of the Sword Pavilion in the Central Domain appeared here.

A man in white walked out, no more than thirty years old, and he was already young among the middle-aged people present, he looked at the young man standing alone in front of him, and his voice carried a trace of unknown emotion:

"Sword Pavilion...... It is the Sword Pavilion of tens of millions of people, and it has never been the creation of any genius. ”

"There is no genius who can create thirty-six thousand swords at the same time!"

"There was no past, there is no future, and there cannot be now. ”

After saying these three sentences, he turned around and pointed to the magic circle under the eaves of the pavilion and said, "... So, please enter the urn. ”

The corners of Mo Fan's mouth twitched, and he pulled out a smile that was not ugly again. For him, the facial muscles are always the ones that are least used.

Then, he recalled the groveling figures in his long memory, and gradually overlapped with the figures in front of him.

He sighed, "I don't agree. ”

The words fell, there was a dull sound of wind and thunder, stirring in the air, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain, the pines and cypresses swayed.

He didn't talk about the glory and disgrace of the past, he didn't talk about the wind and rain of this day, he only said his own opinion.

That's enough.

"Senior Brother Bai, there is no need to rap with this person anymore, without our efforts, he is only twenty years old, how can he improve thirty-six thousand swords?" Not far away, another middle-aged man in white spoke, "Not to mention practicing 30,000 ...... alone"

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, a look of pride appeared on his face, and he said: "This matter is self-explanatory, there is no need to say more, we still have to carry out the ancestral court decree earlier!"

"That's what Senior Brother Lin said. ”

The person known as Senior Brother Bai sighed lightly, the stone tablet in his hand flipped over, and a large array of endless momentum rose from the bottom of the Sword Pavilion, blending with the magic circle under the original eaves of the pavilion.

The sound of the dragon chanting and the roar of the tiger faintly came from it, and the sword intent full of masculine meaning rose up, filling the nine floors of the Sword Pavilion.

As soon as the fine sword qi was born, it was like thousands of tigers rushing down the mountain, and like thousands of piranhas rushing and rolling, crisscrossing and dancing between heaven and earth.

The morning light dimmed by three points.

After a breath, it was as if a chill from hell enveloped everyone!

"Little nephew Mo......" Bai Shenfeng's teeth shuddered, and he said in a low voice, "You have also seen the power of the formation, once you enter this formation, there is no reason to survive, we are in the same door, you are everyone's little nephew, I really can't bear to see you die and disappear between heaven and earth!"

"It's better for you to abolish the cave sky, seal the memory, and I will go to the ancestral court to intercede for you, the ancestors are tolerant and will not be pursued again. From now on, wouldn't it be better for you to live a happy life incognito and rely on your skin?"

Bai Shenfeng looked at Mo Fan earnestly.

On the side, Lin Changke smiled, glanced at the big array demonstratively, and said: "Senior Brother Bai is still young and kind-hearted, so I will agree to this move today, Mo Fan, as long as you abolish the Cave Heaven and exile the spiritual power of the Three Realms, the Sword Pavilion will no longer be difficult with you." ”

He only said Sword Pavilion and didn't say anything else.

In the open space outside the nine-story pavilion, the sword qi in the sky was rising, and the elements of heaven and earth collided with each other, perhaps because there was still the strength of that person left in the big array, and the spiritual power of the ice attribute was particularly strong compared to other elements, so that the warm breeze of the spring morning brought a bit of chill.

The young man looked at the big array, the cool breeze blew the robe on his body, and he suddenly remembered a long-ago legend, which was a secret about how the Sword Pavilion was founded thousands of years ago.

It is the story of a man, a sword, and a magnificent era.

Mo Fan just remembered the appearance of that person in his memory, and there seemed to be an immortal long sword between heaven and earth, standing in the long river of time and space, the dragon shadow on the sword floated, and the mountains and rivers outside the sword were silent.

Thinking of the obvious paradox between the only protagonist in the long story, and Bai Shenfeng's statement that "the Sword Pavilion has never been the creation of any genius", Mo Fan "fluttered" and laughed.

It can't be, that man told this big lie thousands of years ago......

For today's farce?

That way, that old man is too funny...!

Ignoring the bright laughter of the occasion, everyone on the side hurriedly fixed their eyes on guard, and the young man looked at the figure of the same enemy in front of him, and said pitifully:

"The Sword Pavilion has always been a one-person Sword Pavilion. Even if you are a genius, you have to be divided into three, six, nine and so on, not to mention you mediocrities......"

"It was true a thousand years ago, and it is true a thousand years later...!"

Mo Fan's biggest flaw is that he is too slow, and when talking to people, he often takes much longer than the average person to respond to other people's questions.

Obviously, when Bai Shenfeng and the others were quietly threatening him with the power of the Great Array, he reacted to the question of everyone's ownership and division of the "Thirty-six Thousand Swords".

Then, he felt a trace of coldness, and then he raised the long sword surrounded by seals in his hand, and said calmly:

"The snow in the Tianshan Mountains is much colder than this. ”

Thousands of sword sounds in the air, in unison for a while, the clear sound is like a crane.

It's like standing tall.

The flower of the flock.

......

Everyone didn't understand the meaning of Mo Fan's words, but they all knew that Mo Fan was the master of the Sword Pavilion after all, and he should know many ancient secrets, so they all listened attentively, wanting to know the past when the Sword Pavilion was first built thousands of years ago.

Even the rebellious Lin Changke lowered his head and stopped speaking.

He had a deep hatred for Mo Fan, but in front of the identity of the Sword Pavilion Master, it was not so difficult to bow his head, so he decided to bow his head one last time and squeeze out the last bit of use value of the person in front of him.

After all, after tomorrow, this person will be like a local dog on the street, scolded.

When the time comes, he will take revenge as much as he wants!

The humble young man stood in place, thinking in his heart why the people in white didn't attack him, he had never been good at talking, he felt that he had said enough things today, but seeing that everyone was still standing, he thought about it, turned his head casually, looked at the white junior brother and said:

"You keep saying that you are invited into the urn, but do you know what is in the urn?"

Hearing this, Bai Shenfeng lightly pressed his eyebrows down for three points, looked directly at Mo Fan, and was silent, for this magic circle handed over to him by the ancestral court, it was obvious that he was not familiar with the rest of the magic circles except for the most basic how to operate.

Overwhelming others with words again, Mo Fan found that he was not as happy as he had imagined before, and he thought that what Yun'er said didn't seem to be entirely right.

The book says that his girlfriend's words are all correct, and he is a little skeptical.

He looked at the "Jiangnan Array" in front of him and knew the sky-swallowing power possessed by this Five Realms Great Array.

There is a man from a thousand years ago in the formation.

More precisely, it retains the realm and kendo of a person from a thousand years ago.

Soon, it was up to him, the Three Realms Sword Cultivator, to face the powerful man who had suppressed an era alone!

No one would be happy until they were about to die, but Mo Fan laughed happily when he thought of the demeanor of the person he was about to appreciate.

Double as happy as before.

He didn't wonder why Zu Ting would choose to use the magic circle to deal with him, although those who could climb the ninth floor of the Sword Pavilion were at least the martial artists of the Four Realms, and the hundreds of martial artists of the Four Realms in front of him wanted to take him a Three Realm Sword Cultivator, no matter how they thought about it, it was a very easy matter.

However, the slang of "36,000 swords in the Sword Pavilion, moistening the whole sword cultivation in the world" is not groundless.

In this sense, the Sword Pavilion is indeed the Sword Pavilion of tens of millions of people. But before that, it was someone's sword pavilion.

The sword pavilion of the man who practiced 30,000 swords and improved 6,000 swords......

It is not difficult to imagine that the taste of sword skill devouring the master when facing the enemy is definitely uncomfortable! Therefore, between the Sword Pavilion and Mo Fan, this battle belonging to the formation was tacitly launched...!

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The Tianshan Mountains have been covered with snow for thousands of years, and the mountains stretch like a galaxy far away, blocking the communication between the Central Region and the other four regions.

At the foot of the mountain, a woman in blue held a jade mirror in her left hand and a stone sword in her right hand, looked back and smiled, looking at the unknown place between heaven and earth, and said quietly:

"Mo Fan, I will enter the reincarnation path, I am here to find you, in the next thousand years, when will you find out that the woman who is smiling the happiest next to me is me?"

After speaking, the jade mirror was broken, and the stone sword was broken.

She glanced at the Eastern Regions outside the Tianshan Mountains, and a touch of determination rose between her eyebrows.

Suddenly six rotating reincarnation disks appeared under his feet, and blue light flashed from them.

In mid-air, the stunning beauty dispersed with the wind, leaving only a wisp of afterimage, and his eyes looked peacefully at the Eastern Regions outside the Tianshan Mountains, where there seemed to be a figure falling to the ground in embarrassment!

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"Yun'er, don't!"

The majestic voice came from the sky, the afterimage left behind was independent in the air, the blue clothes danced lightly, a clear light rippled in his eyes, looking at the old man who shot not far away, and suddenly said, "Don't...?"

"When Mo Fan was persecuted by the Sword Pavilion yesterday, who said 'don't' for him!"

"Outside the plank road, when he lost his strength and was ambushed by monsters, who would say 'don't' for him?"

"The monster in his body is 'immeasurable', and when he is refined into the Twelve Cave Heavens, who will say 'don't' for him!?"

"Nowadays... How shameful are you to say this 'don't' to me!"

The woman's innocent questioning voice resounded through the Tianshan Mountains. The snow on the mountain vibrates, rises with the wind, and turns into a drizzle and falls on the mountain.

It landed between the woman's eyebrows.

"It turns out that only when I follow him, will someone say 'don't'......"

The beautiful woman said softly as she said to herself.

Then, she looked up, and in the depths of her clear eyes, there was endless lightning, wrapped in the power of annihilation, and suddenly jumped out!

The heavens and the earth changed color when they landed, and the heavy thunder rolled from outside the Tianshan Mountains.

The thunder in the rain is very reassuring......

Looking at more and more figures in the distance, the woman suddenly thought of something, and laughed happily, like a beautiful lotus flower in the water, clear and infinite, and then, the powder slowly sank, towards the eternal snow of the Tianshan Mountains, towards the wind and rain of the abundant heaven and earth in the mountains, said:

"If it's not the last...... The shadow of the valley appeared around him, and he cut off 18 years with the 'axe of cutting', and connected 90,000 miles of mountains and rivers with the 'thief of the scum', crossing the Tianshan Mountains ......"

“...... I am dead today, and I want to see the current appearance of the Sword Pavilion Ancestral Court!"

This heroic dry cloud words came out of the woman's mouth, without any reduction in domineering, endless sword light flickered in front of her, visions appeared in the sky, five hundred meters of purple clouds rumbled and rolled, a huge dragon head poked out from the clouds, and the strong dragon whiskers faced the wind and clouds, slowly drifting...

The rainbow bridge on the earth spans the sky, and there are countless heavy deep sword nets standing in the center of the bridge, and the volcanic cave sky appears on both sides, as if the world is about to burn the mountains and boil the sea!

The woman was unmoved, she looked at the endless figure flickering in front of her, and shouted softly: "You dare to use the rules and regulations to bully Mo Fan's life and background, you only know how to cultivate, dare to use the Five Realms Ancestral Array to bully him into the Cave Heaven and Three Realms, and dare to use the Tianshan Mountain as a plan to transfer me out of the Sword Pavilion...... Today, I'm going to ask for them one by one!"

"Sword Pavilion, it's time to sober up...!"

"You are a mere woman, why are you asking for an explanation?"

Hearing this, an old man who was vacating the sky raised his sword and scolded angrily.

"If it weren't for your grandfather's face, he would have taken you down and interrogated you, how could you be so noisy?"

"Don't admit your mistake and turn yourself in!

Everyone said a word, facing the woman who was respected in the past, at this time it showed the momentum of beating the water dogs.

The afterimage was unwavering, and said softly: "The jade mirror is gone, I still have the sword." ”

"Joke!

In the crowd, someone chuckled.

"Don't bend the sword lightly, it's better to bend the whole hook!"

The words resounded throughout the mountains, and after the words were finished, the afterimage gathered all the strength, pinched the blade of the sword in his left hand, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, pushed it flat with his small hand, and with a snort, the heaven and earth were cut into two as if they had been cut.

Hundreds of white-clothed people who didn't know the realm were cut off in unison. On his face full of anger, he didn't even have time to show a look of astonishment.

The Sword Pavilion Ancestral Array in the distance, after fighting Mo Fan yesterday, was already exhausted, and at this time, it was blown by a gust of wind, and it was shattered into powder on the spot!

The afterimage also faded with the wind.

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Eastern Regions Qi State, two years of Longxing. The mountain rain outside the Huangling Temple was cooler than usual.

The figure of the child who had fainted on the ground, obscured by the dead branches and leaves, and the light flickered from time to time between the tightly furrowed brows.

Under the Jiangnan formation, the original incomplete memory was shattered, and at this time, the fragments were mixed, like a positional battle in the young head, and the sword qi was separated.

The vast and peaceful spiritual platform in the past has now shrunk to less than one-ten-thousandth of its peak. If Mo Fan's previous Lingtai was an ocean, then now it is at most a small ditch, or the kind that can be accumulated after the spring rain.

In the face of the all-pervasive and fierce sword qi, one by one the memory fragments were broken and reorganized, and gradually disappeared into the small ditch.

Suddenly, a very strange thing happened, the wanton collision of sword qi seemed to have hit some great terror, and it suddenly stopped in front of a memory image, and invariably bypassed this memory.

I saw that after countless fragments of sword qi floated by, a picture flashed in the image.

Under the scorching sun at noon, he looked up slightly at the mountains in the distance, his dark face was ravine and horizontal, and the lines were more rugged and abrupt than the rugged stone roads in the mountains.

His eyes were pressed into a thin line by the habitual frowning brow, revealing the cloudy and godless eyeballs inside. Looking down, the big hand carrying the hoe is extremely thick, and the back of the black and red hand is covered with cracked fine lines, fine and dense, like an earthworm climbing wantonly in the muddy water after the rain.

It was such an inconspicuous old farmer in the field, who used a hoe as a pen and the ground as paper, to plow down 56 distorted characters on the rich fields of the south of the Yangtze River.

"I belong to the world and expose the back of the farmer, and the green snake mistook spring and winter at first sight. ”

"The cold came to cut down the southern charcoal, and the old man went over the wall to avoid the north evil. ”

"I also want to play three or two things, who knows how to go around a hundred thousand bells. ”

"Is the immortal right to say this, the sword is in the six hundred peaks in the south of the Yangtze River!"

When he finished writing, he continued to look at the mountains in the distance, where there was a permanent snowfall.

If Mo Fan, who has not cut off his time, sees this poem, he should be able to guess who this is a gift poem written for, even if it is ...... This man is a millennium away from his time.

Not far away, between the mountain rain, there are ape cries one after another, poignant and moving.

"The apes are crying, and the leopards should be there. ”

A little beast muttered and crawled down from the treetops, looked at the slick baby who had passed out in front of him, stretched out his little hand, and flicked the object he had never seen before.

"It's so soft!"

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