Dongfang Haobai is the true master of Sword Immortal City, a generation of sword gods, but unfortunately, he is like a god descending from heaven and appearing out of thin air. He has no wife and no children, and now he is a son of the Oriental lineage, but he passed through this place in the past and saw a child and a hungry wolf robbing for food, and he couldn't look past it, and accepted it.

After that, the wolf child married a wife and had children, and multiplied for more than 100 years, which gave rise to the first family in the North, the Oriental Family.

This Dongfang Ming and the sword god Dongfang Haobai are actually not related by any blood.

The sword god Dongfang Haobai lives on the Sword God Mountain, and he only goes down the mountain once in ten years, and the ancestral house in this city is not for everyone to live in. Only the patriarch of the Eastern family and the next heir are eligible to live.

The head of the Oriental family was obsessed with studying martial arts, and ran away from home alone with an iron sword on his back, and he has not been heard from for eighteen years. Now, in this ancestral house, the only owner is the most amazing and brilliant son in the history of the Dongfang family except for Dongfang Haobai - Dongfang Ming.

Dongfang Ming is only twenty years old now, just in the prime of his youth, and it is the most brilliant time period of a person's life. But he chose to stay in this lifeless looking ancient mansion, and he hadn't made a single step out of the door for ten years.

Walking around, Tang An didn't see any bright colors in this old mansion. Except for the large stone walls, there are only bleak ginkgo trees.

Dongfang Ming is undoubtedly withdrawn.

It is rumored that when Dongfang Ming was two years old, his father had already become obsessed with martial arts, left home, and went to the Great Wilderness to cultivate.

Eighteen years after his father left, the only thing left to Dongfang Ming was a wooden sword made of mahogany. It was still a gift from Dongfang Ming when he was one year old.

As for Dongfang Ming's mother, the day after his father left, he chose to escape into the empty door, and now he is eating fasting and reciting Buddha in the Jingshui Nunnery outside the city. In the past eighteen years, Dongfang Ming knew that his mother was outside the city to lead the practice, but he was ruthless and never visited her once.

Because Dongfang Ming remembered his childhood, there were only him and these eighteen old servants in the ancient mansion of the earth. In addition to these, there is only one sharpening iron sword. Therefore, he hated his mother.

Now this sharpened iron sword is inserted in a bluestone that Tang An just passed by. The sword was rusty, and the edge was broken. And he has not seen his mother for eighteen years. Even if his mother wanted to visit him, he was blocked by him on the grounds that "a monk is a home".

This iron sword has been inserted in the bluestone for more than ten years. This sword is not a sword in the first place, and it is naturally no match for the erosion of time. I'm afraid that in a few years, it will rot completely.

The ancient house is deep, very dark, completely made of boulders, the buildings are very tall, the lines are also very rough, and the owner here does not like the elegant eyebrows of the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River. The high roof blocks the soft moonlight, and the path in the courtyard is long and winding, making this place even more gloomy.

Within the ancient walls, in front of a huge building, there is a table of incense sticks.

In front of the incense case, a slender lone figure stood.

On the bluestone paved ground in front of the lone shadow, there was a straight, cold long sword. The light emanating from this sword was as cold and cool as the moonlight tonight.

Dongfang Ming was dressed in white, and the purple and gold crown used to bind his hair was placed on the incense case, and his black hair was floating at will. The white jade belt around the waist was also placed flat on the incense case, and the clothes were untied and draped at will.

After walking golden, Tang An found that Dongfang Ming didn't even wear shoes, so he stepped barefoot on the bluestone slab.

The servant led Tang An in front of Dongfang Ming, bowed and retreated, and did not say a word during the process.

"Eccentric servants, eccentric courtyards, eccentric masters." Tang looked at Dongfang Ming quietly, there was no stone bench nearby. The entire courtyard is paved with bluestone slabs.

Dongfang Ming looked up at the starry sky and did not move, and the whole person was like a wood carving clay sculpture. Tang An came, although he knew, he didn't speak, just looked at the sky.

"The moon and stars change in this sky, and every day is different." Dongfang Ming suddenly spoke. He didn't care about Tang An, and continued: "Although the moon is unique, it is an existence that cannot be compared to hundreds of millions of stars in the sky. They are lone stars, but they are the brightest beings in the sky. If there are the same two suns and two bright moons in the sky, they will be redundant, and there will be no such artistic conception. ”

"Tang An, did you say?" Dongfang Ming suddenly turned his head and stared at Tang An with burning eyes.

"Not bad!"

Dongfang Ming saw that Tang An agreed with him, and the dry expression on his face suddenly pulled a little, although he was a little reluctant, but that kind of strong joy could not be concealed.

After a long time, Dongfang Ming suddenly stretched out his hand and gestured to Tang An, "Please take a seat." ”

After Dongfang Ming finished speaking, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground. Tang An didn't say much, sat on the ground, and looked at Dongfang Ming across the incense case.

The two looked at each other quietly, Dongfang Ming's eyes were a little fluttering, a little dazed, but deep.

Dongfang Ming's heart was very uncalm at this time. Seeing Tang An reminded him of many of his past. That kind of loneliness, that kind of persistence, that kind of masochistic cultivation...... He could feel that the young man on the other side had actually experienced this in his body, which was younger than himself. He could also see that the other party actually didn't like these things like himself. However, this road, no matter what, is too difficult to walk. If there is a trace of slackness, all the work will be wasted.

Dongfang Ming is twenty years old this year, and he has already cultivated to the extreme of the Great Heaven Realm. He understood the Tao better than most. But in the end, the more he realized that this kind of mystical and mysterious way could not be achieved by cultivating wholeheartedly. Ten years ago, when he was ten years old, he had obtained the qualification to enter the Sword Pavilion, and the ancestor also met him. He still clearly remembered the only words that the sword god Dongfang Haobai said when he saw him.

"A man is a man, and a sword is a sword. If you don't understand, you can't enter this life again. ”

After Dongfang Haobai finished speaking, Dongfang Ming was taken out and returned to this ancestral house.

It's ten years.

He hadn't seen anyone outside for ten years. Today, it is the ten-year period. On the 5th of May, he was going to meet the challenge of five disciples from the Five Peerless Sects.

Dongfang Ming was not afraid of challenges in his life, but he was afraid that those disciples of the Five Peerless Sects would disappoint him.

Relying on the merits of numbers is itself an act of cowardice. Cowardly in their hearts, they will never win from the day they propose the fight. Five-on-one, this seemingly advantage, will be like an invisible shackle, firmly tied to their hearts, so that they cannot progress, forever shrinking in their own realm.

Dongfang Ming suddenly stopped his hand stroking the sword, raised his head, and a cold and sharp look appeared between his eyes, which made Tang An feel a little trance.

"Do you know what I'm looking for you for?" Dongfang Ming asked.

"You want to compete with me." Tang An naturally understood what he meant, otherwise, he came here in the middle of the night, could it be that he couldn't come to see the scenery? This ancient mansion is gloomy, but it is not a beautiful scenery.

"Don't you want to?" Dongfang Ming asked rhetorically. "Win me, and you will be the brightest star in the world!"

"But that's right." Dongfang Ming's tone softened again, "If you want to be famous, just tell the world that if you defeat Senior Brother Lin, your reputation will be greater than that of me." After all, I'm only twenty years old, and I haven't done anything earth-shattering in the rivers and lakes. And Senior Brother Lin is already a famous predecessor in the eyes of people in the rivers and lakes. ”

"However, since I have come to you, there is no reason not to do it!"

Suddenly, Dongfang Ming stood up, and the black hair flowing all over his head danced wildly, as if he was crazy. The long sword in his hand suddenly hissed, as if it was about to shatter the void.

A mysterious realm-like thing enveloped the entire courtyard in an instant, and the vitality around it surged. Dongfang Ming regained his old cold expression at this moment, his sword pointed at Tang An, and his cold words echoed on the silent bluestone slab.

"For the first time in 10 years, I've found someone worthy of my shot. Although you are still not satisfactory, you should be countless stronger than the disciples of the Five Peerless Sects. Since I want to fight no matter what, it's better to choose you! If you lose, you'll be the one to take care of the garbage. How is it? Do you dare to say yes? ”

A long sword, powerful in the world, it is difficult to find an opponent among the peers. The best disciple of the Five Peerless Sect, who is also a peerless genius, wants to challenge him, he still has to be five enemies and one, Dongfang Ming is indeed qualified to say this.

"What? Disagree! ”

Dongfang Ming's iron sword slammed into the bluestone in front of him, staring coldly at Tang An. At this moment, for some reason, he was a little angry in his heart. In his opinion, the sword symbolizes nobility. A true swordsman must be a noble person in personality. Brave, tenacious, daring to challenge, not afraid of hardships and dangers...... Hearing Dongfang Ming say that if he lost, he would accept the challenge of the Five Peerless Sects for him, Tang An was a little stunned.

"Even if I lose, it doesn't seem like it's my turn to take on the challenge, right? I'm not a disciple of Sword Immortal City. Their rules, but the descendants of the sword god accept the challenge. I'm just an outsider. Besides, as much as I hate such rigid rules, I have little interest in breaking them myself. If you hate it, just abstain from it. ”

Dongfang Ming shook his head, with a proud person like him, he would naturally not abstain. Even if you don't bother to accept the challenge, you may not be willing to do such a thing as slapping your face.

Next, the two no longer exchanged words, obviously, the proposal just now had acquiesced in silence.

Tang An knows Dongfang Ming's mentality very well, he has been practicing hard for ten years, and he must have reached an extreme in kendo, and he urgently needs someone to confirm his kendo. And Tang An too, after half a month of fighting with Lin Xibai, he found that his sword path had reached the threshold of fusion, and he only needed to go one step further, and a new realm would be displayed in front of his eyes.

Right now, they're all in the breaking stage. They are all in a critical period of impact and integration. So, they need to fight against the masters of the same level! It's a common mindset.

(To be continued)