Sword City is not a city, but a narrow level.

However, it has a similar effect to the castle guarding the city in the secular dynasty under the mountain, with the Guannai Dynasty on one side and the vast outside the Guanwai on the other.

The Sword City is also divided into two ends, one end is the forest of sect monks on the mountain, and the other side is the secular dynasty under the mountain, only the Sword City is in the center.

If the monks on the mountain don't want to pass through the entrance and exit of the secular realm under the mountain of a certain sect, they can pass through the narrow sword city.

Compared with the former, Sword City is actually more convenient and has a wider scope.

For example, the entrance to a certain dynasty only echoes with a certain corresponding sect on the mountain, and the secular dynasty under the mountain will not communicate with it.

In other words, passing through the entrance of the sect on that mountain can only travel and hone between the secular realms under the mountain under the jurisdiction of that mountain sect.

Of course, there are not so many complicated rules and restrictions for those middlemen on the mountain to take the people under the mountain in the way of stepping on the rules line.

But the Sword City is different, the Sword City is probably similar to the entrance of the entire secular dynasty under the mountain, as long as you enter the secular world under the mountain from the entrance of the sword city, there is no taboo.

If you are not afraid of being suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Law of the secular world under this mountain, you can even be fearless even if you cultivate.

It's just that few monks pass it.

In addition to the Sword City, which is a god ruins that not many monks on the mountain know, it still has to go through two levels before it can be regarded as passing through it.

One level is the sword of Sword City, and the other level is him, Huang Jiulong, the gatekeeper of Sword City.

But no matter how difficult it is, there are people, the previous Xu Youran was through the sword city, into the secular world under the mountain, along the way through many large and small dynasties and small countries, but also saw a lot of people and customs under the mountain, of course, not only not to see the sword, from time to time to encounter the heart will also fight the sword.

After all, the sword cultivates the sword, and it all depends on the heart.

If it weren't for Xu Youran's deliberate suppression of his limelight, and his deeds of good deeds without leaving a name, maybe in the secular world under the mountain, the reputation of a leisurely swordsman ranger would not be able to escape. There are two roads in the Sword City, one is the way to enter the customs when you come, and the other is the road to the customs when you go, and there is nothing else on the two roads, only the sword, which is densely turned, or a long road with a sword blade that is paved, or there are impermeable sword walls hanging on both sides of this road.

Huang Jiulong and Cui Puyang obviously walked on the way of entering the sword, and they were doing the work of getting out, and the sword cultivation moved by heart, and he, the gatekeeper of half of the protagonist of the sword city, was naturally more constant and taboo-free.

Cui Puyang looked at the master who was silent all the way, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, and he stopped talking.

But there is one thing that he Cui Puyang can feel, the master has changed, although the previous master is always smiling, but Cui Puyang, who is a disciple and half a son, can clearly feel that his master's heart is three points colder than the Sanjiu Sword, which is faintly known as the coldest in the sword city, but now, he Cui Puyang can feel the warmth in the big hand that his master holds to him, not much, but there is always it.

made Cui Puyang feel that what he was holding was his own master, not a cold sword.

"Why, when did you Cui Puyang's courage become so small? You dare to boast about Haikou when you are so small, not counting your search and aggressiveness, but you also have to add a handful of warm travel in the snow, don't say that the master didn't tell you earlier, how do you think the warm behavior in the snow can rank fourth? That's not a ranking that can be won only by having a good temper. ”

Cui Puyang shrugged his head, no matter how bad his temper was, no matter how difficult it was, he could still be worse than the famous bad temper of the ten swords? He, Cui Puyang, was not even afraid of breaking the army, who else would he be afraid of? At this time, what he Cui Puyang was thinking about and worried about was not at all the things he had promised to come over.

Since he agreed, whether it was in the snow or searching, he Cui Puyang typeset it several times in his heart, striving to make a possibility that would work, and then he would agree.

So he, Cui Puyang, thought about something else.

Cui Puyang didn't look up, but muttered in a low voice: "Master, can you really practice swords?"

Although it is as thin as a mosquito and a fly, it can still be heard by Huang Jiulong who has fallen to the lower three realms.

Huang Jiulong glanced at his disciple, who was actually still young, and said coldly: "Sword cultivation engagement, whether it is a sword or a sword, not seeking a sword to break the sky, but it can definitely be called vigorous and resolute, you Cui Puyang is a mother-in-law on these words that dare not say it, I think you will draw a sword in the future, it will only be mud and water, when the time comes, if you are beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, don't move out of my Huang Jiulong's name to scare people, it's embarrassing." ”

So Cui Puyang is not walking here slowly, every step is actually on the sword path that he has experienced once for the sword heart.

Turning to the right, two small fists clenched, and then the little head was raised high, and he mustered up all his strength and shouted loudly: "Master, can I go to sword practice!"

Huang Jiulong also turned around, pinned his sleeves behind his back with his hands, looked down at the disciple who had just reached his waist, and said, "What's the matter, I don't like to look at swords?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but I wonder if I can practice the sword first, and it's boring to watch the sword. ”

The voice went from big to small, after all, there was not much courage hidden in my heart, and it was not almost exhausted to roar two voices.

Big eyes staring at small eyes, small eyes looking at big eyes, master looking at disciples, disciples looking at masters, Cui Puyang looked at his own master at this time, but it was the first time he faced the dragon slaying dragon that was very famous and the ten swords of Sword City with the same great ability to rank first on the list.

Then, he, Huang Jiulong, was extremely light without the demeanor of a master, "Oh." With a sound, he shook the cuffs of his clothes, which were obviously not the slightest bit dusty, but seemed to be unable to shake cleanly, and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, Cui Puyang shouted to his master, who had been walking slowly for a long time, "Master, can I really practice swords?"

So there was another light and fluttering "um", which seemed to be silent, and fell heavily on his Cui Puyang's heart.

Cui Puyang couldn't believe it, ran quickly to Huang Jiulong's side not far away, and asked again, "Is it really okay?"

Huang Jiulong stopped again, turned to look at his disciple who was full of hope, frowned, his face seemed to be unhappy, and said, "What's the matter, aren't you Cui Puyang too idle, why don't you hurry up and practice the sword!"

So he, Cui Puyang, really obediently practiced swords.