The sun rises on the horizon.

In a wing room in the main courtyard of the villa, Zhang Yongsong, who was in his early forties but looked old, put the letter on the table, sat in contemplation for about an hour, grabbed a jar of wine from the famous Dongxue on the ground, drank it all, and floated away.

The Zixiao Sword Sect is still one of the five sword-wielding factions in the world, and it is the place where the world's sword is a masterpiece.

The Zixiao Sword Sect stood in Cangwu Mountain in Po State two hundred years ago, and renamed Cangwu Mountain as Zixiao Mountain after the third division of Shenzhou.

The bronze gate was open, and all the disciples practicing swords in the square were shocked to see the white robe that slowly walked in.

"Isn't this the old man of Zhuangzi under the mountain, what are you doing in my Purple Night Sword Sect?"

"Doesn't this old man know martial arts, how can he walk on these hundreds of miles of mountain roads?"

“......”

Ignoring the discussion of the disciples, Sun Zheng, who was in charge of teaching swordsmanship, frowned and asked loudly, "Why are you here?!"

Because Zhang Yongsong lived at the foot of the Zixiao Sword Sect, the disciples of the Zixiao Sword Sect had seen him more or less when they went up the mountain to apprentice, although it had been many years, many of them recognized him.

It's not that these disciples have a good memory, it's just that when they first apprenticed to Zhang Yongsong and passed by Zhang Yongsong's residence, they would all be stopped by him to talk. And what he said was very ridiculous, he even said that the Zixiao Sword Sect was not a good place, and persuaded them that if they really learned swords, they could go to the other four factions.

Although no one listened to the persuasion, Zhang Yongsong would continue to persuade as soon as he met someone who worshiped the mountain, and he did not seem to be discouraged. And the Zixiao Sword Sect accepts disciples once every six years, and Zhang Yongsong has persuaded four full generations of disciples.

Over the years, some people have reported this matter to the Shimen, wanting to drive this madman who resisted the Shimen out of the Zixiao Realm, but the high-level leaders of the Shimen always just said "don't pay attention". But the disciples all thought that the master was magnanimous and gentlemanly, and when they chatted in private, they only regarded Zhang Yongsong as a rich old man who had lost his mind and gone crazy.

"Zhang Yongsong, a disciple of the twenty-ninth generation, went up the mountain today, and wanted to see the patriarch, and hoped to make it convenient. ”

"Twenty-Nine Generations ......"

"What?!, I didn't hear it wrong. ”

"This must be the madman starting to go crazy again!"

The thirty-three generations of disciples looked incredulous.

Sun Zheng, who was a disciple of the thirty-second generation and a practitioner, was about to speak, when the sword roared loudly, and a sword light flew out from the main hall in the distance, heading straight for the square.

The head of the Zixiao Sword Sect and a cadre of elders stepped down on the flying sword and faced the white robe in front of them who wanted to see the ancestor.

"Master, Elders. ”

The disciples in the square fell to the ground.

As the head of a faction, Luo Xudong ignored everyone on the ground, and took the lead in speaking: "You dare to go up the mountain without permission!?"

"Senior brother, where is the ancestor?" Zhang Yongsong replied.

"Ancestor won't see you!"

"It doesn't matter, you don't want to tell me, I'm going to look for him, it's just those two places. After that, Zhang Yongsong actually walked towards the Holy Land of Paizhong.

"Poof!"

Luo Xudong pointed his sword at Zhang Yongsong's throat, "If you go one step further, you will die!"

"Are you going to stop me?" asked Zhang Yongsong.

"Senior brother, let's go. If you leave at this time, we will not hold you accountable for violating the ban. One of the many elders said anxiously.

"Senior sister......" Zhang Yongsong smiled at her, and then looked at Luo Xudong again, "You want to stop me?"

"If you are no longer mistaken, the head of this sect will enforce the rules of the door and cut you down here. ”

"Don't, brother, go quickly. The female elder said busily.

Zhang Yongsong didn't seem to hear it, "Back then, you wouldn't talk to me like this. ”

"You know, it was just back then. Luo Xudong replied, paused and said: "At that time, when you confronted the ancestor for that demon girl, and were abolished by the ancestor to cultivate and sent to the foot of the mountain, you should know that you are no longer my senior brother. ”

"Demon girl?" Zhang Yongsong smiled, "When did Min Min become a demon girl?" Staring at Luo Xudong for a while, Zhang Yongsong sighed: "That's it, after all, we have to clean the floor better." ”

Without waiting for Luo Xudong to speak, Zhang Yongsong walked slowly towards him. The first step is to gather the qi in the body, the second step is to be reborn and return to the face, the third step is to establish a divine bridge and enter the innate nature, and the fourth step is to show the true meaning of martial arts.

Zhang Yongsong, who stopped moving forward after walking four steps, looked at the second junior brother who was pointed at the heavenly spirit by himself, "You are a true martial artist, and I am not considered to be a big and small, the way of extinguishing emotions and destroying nature, you shouldn't practice." ”

Luo Xudong, who lost his mind because Zhang Yongsong went straight to the real martial arts in an instant, opened his mouth, and before the words could be spoken, there were more blood holes on his forehead, and his eyes were scattered and he slowly fell to the ground.

Retracting his sword finger, Zhang Yongsong glanced at the elders and said, "Where is the ancestor?"

All the elders came back to their senses, and they all looked at Senior Brother with disbelief on their faces.

Seeing that the junior disciples didn't answer for a long time, Zhang Yongsong was about to speak again, but suddenly looked in a direction and said with a smile: "Forget it, I already know." ”

Looking at Zhang Yongsong, who flew towards the sword washing pool, the elders hurriedly chased after him.

"It seems that Luo Xudong is dead. On a rock by the pool, an old man with pale temples looked at Zhang Yongsong.

Zhang Yongsong first saluted when he saw the old man, "This time, I came here to invite the ancestor to die." ”

"For that woman?" the patriarch was not annoyed, his face was still calm, as if what he had just said was not said to him.

"Yes and no. Even Min Min is also the future of the Zixiao Sword Sect. ”

Seeing Zhang Yongsong's words, the patriarch said coldly: "What's the explanation?"

Zhang Yongsong said with a straight face: "The Purple Night Sword Sect has gone astray, if you are the head of the sect, you must be ruthless, this is an evil way." ”

"Who told you that my Purple Night Sword Sect is the right path?" asked the patriarch.

"There's no need to delay the time, presumably you failed to storm the Divine Gate, and you are healing at the moment. ”

"So that you may see it. Even if he was recognized, the patriarch still had a calm face, and this terrifying state of mind may be the extinction of emotion.

"But what can you see, if you are not afraid of the deterioration of the injury, a small innate two realms is just a matter of a sword. ”

Looking at the sword-wielding old man who stood up and exuded terrifying sword intent around him, Zhang Yongsong smiled, "Now that the attack on the Divine Gate has failed, how many layers of strength can you exert in the sixth-layer Divine Gate?"

The patriarch stabbed straight into the air with a sword, "Even if I don't have one in a hundred strengths, it is not difficult to deal with only two realms, not to mention that you don't have a sharp sword at this time, how can you compete with me." ”

Zhang Yongsong dodged a sword sideways, but the people who had just arrived behind him were slashed out by the sword qi of this sword.

Zhang Yongsong stood in the air and said with a smile: "I use Haoran righteousness as a sword, and I am a hundred times better than you." With a wave of his right hand, the majestic sword qi instantly submerged the ancestor.

When the sword qi dissipated, the patriarch flew up and stabbed at the rebel in the air, "How about Haoran's sword qi? What about you with Confucianism into the sword? After all, you are just a real martial artist." ”

"Huh. Looking at the person in front of him and the sharp sword that passed through his chest, Zhang Yongsong chuckled, "Thank you." ”

The patriarch's heart tightened, he pulled out the sword in his hand, and flew back.

"Today, I enter the gate of God. Zhang Yongsong, who was dripping blood from his chest, closed his eyes, raised his sword finger with a slight smile, and stabbed into the void in front of him, and a huge sound suddenly appeared, as if a door that was invisible to all living beings was broken.

deliberately received the ancestor's sword in order to comprehend the extermination sword intent in it. Back then, the patriarch slashed at Zhang Yongsong with a sword, not only ruining his cultivation, but also leaving an extinction sword intent in his body. Therefore, Zhang Yongsong has not been able to complete the consummation, and has not been able to impact the Divine Gate

"How could it be...... How could it be ......" The patriarch who flew back to the edge of the pool looked at the image in front of him and muttered: "Seven-story Divine Gate, how is it possible!"

As he spoke, the patriarch was startled, and quickly turned into a sword light and swept towards the outside of the mountain gate.

Zhang Yongsong naturally wouldn't let him go, with a flick of his sword finger, the patriarch screamed and blood spilled into the air.

A sword slashed through the seventh layer of the Divine Gate, and now Zhang Yongsong, even if the ancestor is unharmed, will not be his opponent.

Walking out of the sword pool and glancing at the group of juniors, Zhang Yongsong turned into a sword light and disappeared.

In the villa, Zhang Yongsong was drunk and lying on the ground, "Minmin, the revenge has been avenged, under the nine springs, you can finally look at it." After that, Zhang Yongsong drank the altar wine again, "Master, there will be apprentices in the Zixiao Sword Sect in the future, don't worry." Thinking of the master who died young and the beautiful woman who died because of himself, Zhang Yongsong burst into tears.

Three days later, the Zixiao Sword Sect sent a message that Zhang Yongsong got rid of the big thief in the faction and succeeded him as the head of the sect. In the following month, Zhang Yongsong won consecutive victories against the head of the four sword factions, and formed an alliance with the four factions on Zixiao Mountain, and the Zixiao Sword Sect was also known as the first sword faction.

On the day Zhang Yongsong went up the mountain, Wudang Mountain ushered in a distinguished guest.

"Senior brother. Zhao Cheng, who came from the palace, saluted Wang Zhaolin.

Wang Zhaolin, who is in charge of Wudang, made a headline: "Your Royal Highness has a noble status, and now you are not my Wudang disciple, so you don't need to be called like this." ”

"Master accepted me as an apprentice at the beginning, and I will be a Wudang person for the rest of my life. Zhao Cheng said.