Lone Peak is independent, like an upside-down sword, proudly running through the sky. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is Wen Jian Peak, ranked first in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The Ten Thousand Sword Sect claims to have tens of millions of sword peaks, and if Jian Peak can rank first, it is not because its peak strength is the strongest, nor because there is something in the Sword Sect.

Just because from the day of the opening of the sect, Wenjian Peak was designated as the first peak by the ancestor who founded the Wanjian Sect, and was given the name Wenjian, which means to ask the sword in the sword.

At that time, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was still standing in the red dust, accepting disciples from all over the world, but all children over the age of eight could be sent to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

As long as you detect the sword root, you can become a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and in the future, you can enter the cultivation and seek immortal enlightenment, and the benefits are needless to say.

Even if there is no sword root, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will grant sword techniques for free and teach ordinary martial arts for a year, thinking that it is the way to strengthen the body.

Therefore, at that time, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was famous all over the world, and the children who came to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to learn swords every year could almost step through the threshold of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

And asking Jianfeng is the first residence of all the children who are new to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Any child who wants to enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, even if the sword root is detected, must be like an ordinary child, asking the sword peak for a year, and then he can be sent to other peaks, and ordinary children will naturally be sent back to their hometown.

That year, on the Ask Sword Peak, countless children were neatly arranged, both men and women, all with solemn expressions, practicing swordsmanship.

A teacher with a long ruler was walking around, and occasionally there was a misdemeanor with a sword, and the long ruler was mercilessly photographed.

Soon, the drill was completed, and it was divided into countless two-person teams for sparring.

The winners are complacent, and the losers are dejected.

But soon, all the children were overjoyed, because it was their last day at Wenjian Peak.

Children with sword roots will be sent to other peaks to continue their cultivation, and children who know that they don't have sword roots will not want to stay here any longer and suffer in vain.

At this moment, a giant sword burst through the air, and all the children raised their heads with envious expressions.

The giant sword fell to the ground, and a fat teacher led some children as old as them to the ground.

The teacher with the iron ruler greeted him, glanced at it, and frowned slightly: "Is this all there is to it this year?" ”

However, there are more than 30 children, less than one-third of last year's number, and the good and the bad are mixed, most of them are black and dirty, and they are all malnourished poor children.

In the world, sword training is a real rich thing, and only those rich businessmen have the capital to send their children to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

But over the years, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been reduced to the point that it has to personally send people to various places to recruit disciples, or it can only recruit disciples from towns and villages.

Fat Jiaoxi smiled bitterly, "The sky has changed, and naturally one year is not as good as one year." ”

The other teacher nodded sympathetically, and hurriedly shouted: "All stand up, see how these little brothers and sisters practice!" ”

More than 100 children, who had practiced swords for a year, stood together for the last exercise.

This is also the rule of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, they must conduct a drill and display in front of the newly recruited disciples this year, this has long been a routine.

A group of half-grown boys were neatly arranged, chanting the introductory sword trick in their mouths, shouting constantly, and the small wooden sword was waving, which was also a tiger.

The teacher nodded with satisfaction, and it was not in vain that he had been teaching for a year.

At this moment, a child in ragged clothes timidly stepped forward, grabbed Jiaoxi's coat, and said, "I want a sword too." ”

The teacher displeased him with a long ruler and pulled away the child's hand, "What do you want a sword for?" ”

"I can also dance with a sword." The child said pitifully.

"It's a beggar, as if he's afraid we'll throw him away, yes, he's been pestering." Fat Jiaoxi shook his head.

"Your brain is broken, beggars are all going to the sect."

Fat Jiaoxi said embarrassedly: "Isn't this the number of people asked for by the top, make up the number, make up the number." ”

The latter was stunned for a moment and laughed, "It's funny, the beggar can also dance the sword." ”

"I just learned it." The beggar whispered.

The teacher casually broke off a branch from a big tree next to him and threw it on the ground, "Now, you can use this." ”

The child nodded, picked up the branch on the ground, and moved gently.

There seemed to be a soft sound, and the child took two steps forward, and the branch in his hand waved leisurely from the bottom to the top.

The expressions of the two teachers changed slightly, but they saw that the child kept moving, every move, every advance and retreat was decent, and it was quite orderly.

He kept chanting in his mouth, it was the entry sword technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the branches in his hands had turned into white light, flickering endlessly.

All the children stopped what they were doing, opened their mouths wide and stared at the scene in disbelief.

Even if they were teaching, they were dumbfounded, and everything in front of them simply subverted their decades of sword career.

The beggar's movements are getting faster and faster, the cold light is shining, the sword is like a swimming dragon, and the latter two, even if it is two teachings, they can't see clearly.

It was a strange sword step they had never seen before, but it was as sassy as a shooting star.

The entire Wen Jianfeng trembled slightly, and seemed to resonate with the branch in the little beggar's hand.

The void suddenly cracked, and an old man with white eyebrows fluttering and fairy wind bones stepped out.

The two sects changed color and prostrated on the ground, "Meet the sect master." ”

The old man remained motionless, staring at the beggar without blinking, but the smile on his face became more and more intense.

Is this the mystery of asking Yu Jian? Is this the reason why the patriarch passed down the rules? Everything seems to be explained.

When the beggar finally swung his last sword and his thin body was out of breath, the old man stepped forward and took his little hand and said with a pleasant face: "Little guy, what is your name?" ”

The little beggar felt an inexplicable warmth, like a deceased grandfather, "I don't have a name, they all call me a beggar." ”

The old man squatted down and stroked the beggar's head, "From today on, you will be my closed disciple, so follow me in the future." ”

The two teachers glanced at each other, unable to hide the shock in their hearts, and there was a hint of hope in the beggar's eyes, "So, can I stay here?" ”

"Of course! The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is your home. The old man took the beggar and slowly walked into the void.

A few years later, a young man with an extraordinary surname and a sword name was born and overwhelmed the crowd.

When he took over the Sword Washing Pool and became the thirty-second generation sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect reached the top of the first sect in Qingzhou, and the glory of the Sword Sect was opened again.

......

Next to the pile of tattereds, the scrawny child woke up suddenly, his dirty face was full of fear, he picked up a broken wooden stick, waved it, and felt nothing.

"Is everything a dream?" The beggar muttered.

"No, it's a dream!" The beggar's eyes flickered, and he shouted suddenly.

......

Asking the top of Sword Peak, the dragon and tiger were still fighting, and everyone was staring at the white figure in the sky, their hearts full of doubts.

The black impermanence disappeared, and the sword was motionless for an hour.

With a dragon roar, the black tiger was suddenly torn to pieces, and Jian Bufan opened his eyes, took a step slowly, and shouted softly: "The sword is coming!" (To be continued.) )