There are mountains in Qizhou, 100,000.

There is a river in the mountains, surrounding the mountains, like a jade belt.

Between the mountains and rivers, there is a green peak rising from the ground, the cliff is thousands, high into the sky, like a straight long sword, the waterfall hangs on it.

This mountain is called Sword Mountain, and there is a mountain villa in it.

It's called Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

Qizhou is located in the southern region of Dafeng, all year round like spring, in the middle of winter does not see the slightest cold current.

Whew~

The morning dew is heavy, especially in the mountains, and in the misty clouds, there is the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air.

In front of Wanjian Villa, in front of a cold pool of clear water, an old man stood with his hands in his hands.

He wears a green shirt, carries a long sword, has a thin face, a tall figure, and the most striking thing is his hands, which are slender and crystalline.

His name is Mu Qinghua, and he is the younger brother of Mu Qingfeng, the second ranked Taibai Sword on the weapon spectrum, and the nominal owner of Wanjian Villa.

Whew~~~

Above the cold pool, a small figure stepped on the water and made a sword, and the sword light cut through the water mist, showing the coldness.

The man was dressed in white, and he couldn't look at the age of eleven or twelve, but he was already tactful when he wielded the sword, and he had already mastered the exquisite swordsmanship.

Call!

After a moment, the young man's body shook, the ripples spread under his feet, and a few dots of water stepped onto the shore.

"Grandpa."

The young man's sword was unsheathed, and there was a hint of shame on his handsome face.

"Qingliu, how many years have you been practicing swords?"

Mu Qinghua stood with his hands in his hands and looked at his grandson lightly.

"It's been six years since I went back to my grandfather."

The young man in white looked even darker.

"Among my peers in Wanjian Villa, you are the first, but, just like that, you can't inherit the mantle of your grandfather."

Mu Qinghua shook his head slightly.

This young man is his grandson, and he is also the most talented disciple among the descendants of Wanjian Villa, he learned swords at the age of four, and by the age of eight, he was already able to defeat his two older brothers who had been practicing swords for more than fifteen years.

The talents and understandings are all top-notch.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still young and not suitable for taking Dan to practice qi, it would be possible to exchange blood.

It is also the person who is most likely to inherit the mantle of Mu Qingfeng in Wanjian Villa.

Because of this, he would spare an hour a month to guide his swordsmanship.

"The grandchildren will work harder."

Mu Qingliu's little face was tense, and his expression was very serious.

Many disciples of Wanjian Villa will take the Taibai Sword as their lifelong pursuit, and he will not be an exception.

"It's not that you didn't work hard enough, it's that your father was too strict."

Mu Qinghua smiled and said:

"When your grandfather was your age, he still ran and frolicked in the mountains all day long, but you practiced swordsmanship every day for eight hours at a young age, which was too hard."

He sees Mu Qingliu's progress in his eyes, but it may not be good to practice the method like this.

It's just that his son is too stubborn to say it himself.

"Grandpa, grandson likes it."

Mu Qingliu's eyes are clear, like sword light autumn water.

"I know that you work hard, just want to take over your grandfather's mantle, but you can't do it by working hard."

Mu Qinghua just waved his hand:

"It just so happens that your uncle is going out, so you can go with him."

Mu Qingliu scratched his head, although he didn't want to go, he couldn't refuse.

I could only agree sullenly.

Mu Qinghua smiled slightly, and the person had disappeared into the forest.

Not long after, a white crane fell from the sky and descended in front of the clear water and cold pool.

"Third child, come up!"

A young swordsman beckoned:

"It's so easy to get a chance to go out and play, hurry up!"

"Second brother!"

Mu Qingliu glanced at the second brother Mu Fengliu, and could only sigh in his heart and get on the white crane.

Only then did I see that there were a lot of gift boxes on the back of the white crane, and I could smell a strong medicinal fragrance:

"Second brother, who are you going to give a gift to? Such a valuable ........"

"Where? It's Uncle Seventh who is going, and I'm just going with him. Have you heard of that Blood Demon, phew, King Daoist? These things were congratulatory gifts to congratulate him on the founding of the sect. ”

Mu Fengliu pulled his younger brother to sit down and said:

"Hurry up, time is pressing, Uncle Seven is afraid that he has already gone far!"

The white crane has already taken to the air.

"The ....... of the King's Authority"

In the whirring wind, Mu Qingliu muttered to himself.

In the past two years, there are few people in the rivers and lakes who don't know An Qisheng, let alone a top sect like Wanjian Villa.

Naturally, he heard his brothers talk about the name more than once.

.......

Not only the Six Hell Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, the Great Dragon Gate, the Moon Worship Villa, the True Gang Dao, the Extreme God Sect and other major sects, but also moved when they heard the news, and all of them went to Fengzhou.

Witnessing the founding of the sect is also a symbol of the status of the sect.

If you don't invite you, you have to come.

Otherwise, all the other sects have arrived, but I didn't go, wouldn't I have no face?

What's more, the sect founded by a person at the level of a great master of the divine vein, whether it is befriended or not, it is necessary to be familiar with each other.

Therefore, many residents of Nanliang City found out.

On the occasion of heavy snow in the middle of winter, there were suddenly more martial arts people coming and going, and the small Nanliang City was almost overcrowded for a long time.

Of course, the most lively is Yangxiao Hall.

"My good dear, this is going to exhaust the master! It's more tiring to run a hall than to run a horse and light incense......."

At the door of Yangxiao Hall, the little monk of Liuming, who had already developed a layer of fluff on his head, couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

On a snowy day in the middle of winter, he was sweating all over his body.

If it weren't for his slight effort, I am afraid that he would be exhausted and collapsed to the ground this time.

This work of pouring tea and water is not done by people.

"God knows if the Dao Leader didn't invite them again, what are these people doing licking their faces?"

Liu Ming was slandered in his heart.

Just thinking about it, he sighed a little, today is the day when the royal power road opens the mountain gate, but the Taoist chief doesn't seem to have the idea of accepting himself as a disciple.

Although he passed on a move to scatter his hands, but a move to scatter his hands, how can he compare to worship his subordinates?

唳~~~

As he was thinking, a loud crane chirp suddenly sounded in the sky, deafening.

Looking up, the level gasped:

"Mother! What a big two cranes......"

The two giant cranes were two or three people tall, their bodies were snow-white, and their wings were like sharp swords.

Liuming trotted a few steps and looked up, only to see that on the back of the giant crane, there happened to be a white-clothed young man about the same age as him looking down.

But the crane flew so fast that it disappeared in an instant.

"This giant crane, isn't it the white crane of Ten Thousand Swords Villa?"

"I'm afraid so! It is said that Wanjian Villa has raised a lot of white cranes, and even knows human nature and can practice martial arts! ”

"I'll just say, the royal power is open, how can there be no gate to come! After all, he is the supreme grandmaster of the world! ”

In Nanliang City, there was an uproar, and I don't know how many people in the martial arts could see this white crane, so naturally some people recognized its origin.

Although there are few people walking the rivers and lakes in Wanjian Villa, the name is quite big, white-clothed and sword-fighting, graceful, much better than the appearance of those big monks in Huangjue Temple.

"Liuming! Liuming, where are you going? ”

A call came from the Yangxiao Hall.

Liuming ran out of the city in a puff of smoke.

Tie Shan shook his head when he saw this, he could see that An Qisheng had a different view of this little monk, but he didn't seem to have any intention of accepting him as an apprentice.

But I don't know why.

In the same vein, there is the little guy named Sun En.

"The place where the royal power Taoist opened his sect is just such a small mountain?"

Above the giant crane, Mu Fengliu looked at the edge of the snow-capped mountain in the distance, and was slightly surprised by the extremely inconspicuous hill.

Tens of thousands of years through the ages, no matter in any period, in any court, the great master of the divine vein is the most respected, and the existence of the prince is more than that of the prince.

Although this royal power Taoist does not seem to have forged a divine vein, where do the people in the rivers and lakes only look at the realm? The existence of being able to kill the four great masters of the divine vein one after another, even if he is a person who has no internal strength, does not affect his status in the slightest.

Even though most of the world's famous mountains and rivers are occupied, but such an existence, anything is taken at will, as long as the voice wants to occupy the mountains and rivers, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the people of the court and the people, even if it is the original owner, they will never say a word.

But this kingly Taoist only found such a hill.

"Perhaps, this royal Taoist is unwilling to occupy other people's mountain gates for no reason?"

Mu Qingliu guessed.

For tens of thousands of years, most of the famous mountains with good feng shui have been occupied by people, and there are few borderless places.

"This murderer is so big, where does he care about other people's opinions?"

Mu Fengliu smiled dumbly, only to feel that his little brother was too naïve:

"Qingliu, you are the third young master of my Ten Thousand Swords Villa, the person who is most likely to inherit the mantle of the eldest grandfather, you must not be so naïve."

Mu Qingliu was about to say something, but suddenly heard a loud roar.

Roar~~~

The majestic roar of a bull and a tiger resounded in the sky.

Between the mountains, the air flow roared, and a behemoth that meandered more than ten feet rose into the air, breaking through the heavy clouds and probing into the wind and snow.

There was an angry roar, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles.

Dozens of miles away, the white crane had already let out a terrible hiss and almost fell down.

The frightened Mu Fengliu's face turned pale, and he held his younger brother in his arms.

"Go down, go down!"

Mu Qingliu, although he was also shocked by the Han Jiao, he was keenly aware that the Han Jiao had no malicious intent, and it seemed that he just didn't want them to fly over.

Immediately slapped the giant crane on the back and made him fall.

And not far ahead, the middle-aged swordsman standing on the back of the white crane with his hand in his hand, after frowning slightly, also scolded lightly, letting the white crane fall to the ground.

Although they had never seen this Han Jiao, they also knew that this Han Jiao was one of the mounts of the royal Taoist.

Whew~~~

In the midst of the turbulent airflow, the giant crane fell to the ground.

"It's just more than ten miles, let's walk there."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his two nephews.

Mu Qingliu and the two nodded again and again.

But no matter how they drove them, the two white cranes couldn't move forward, and the three of them had no choice but to let them go.

After a short hike, we have reached Wangquan Mountain.

After the two gazebos, the straight staircase leads to the top of the mountain, without the slightest fancy, and the simplicity makes the three of them a little incredible.

"I'm waiting to walk the rivers and lakes, where is the sword out of my hand?"

"Yes! My long knife costs three thousand taels of silver, and the cold iron is more important than my life, how can I give it to you at will? ”

"We came to congratulate without malicious ......"

At this time, there were many martial arts people with swords and swords gathered at the foot of the mountain, and they were talking with a few disciples on duty, which was very chaotic.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu glanced at each other, both of them were a little surprised.

For everyone in the rivers and lakes, the sword is tantamount to hands and feet, and very few sects require the sword to leave the hand.

For example, they Ten Thousand Swords Villa, letting them untie their swords is tantamount to provocation.

Because of this, the news that the imperial court wants to collect the world's sword soldiers will cause the disgust of so many martial arts people.

Without a sword, for many people who are good at weapons, it is tantamount to a tiger without teeth, how can this be endured?

"The hero of Mu Hanfeng of Ten Thousand Swords Villa!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Villa is also here!"

"Mu Daxia!"

As the three of them got closer, some people exclaimed in surprise and recognized the middle-aged swordsman, and many people even bowed their hands to say hello.

Many people are also curious, Wanjian Villa has never left the sword, what should be done in the face of this sword stone?

Mu Hanfeng nodded slightly at everyone.

Pacing the way that the crowd spontaneously gave way to walk to the gazebo.

In front of the pavilion, there is a black stone tablet deeply embedded in the ground, on which there are only three large characters 'Sword Solving Stone'.

At this time, in front of the stone stele, there were also several people looking at themselves.

But it is Zhao Changlin of the Extreme God Sect, Mr. Lan Da of the Moon Worship Villa, Jin Assimilation of the Great Dragon Gate, and Yuan Baifei of the True Gang Dao.

"Brother Mu!"

When several people saw Mu Hanfeng, they all bowed their hands slightly.

Mu Hanfeng also returned the salute one by one, and then, his eyes fell on the stone tablet.

Zhao Changlin and the others didn't care, but were very curious about his reaction.

"Sword Solving Stone?"

A ripple rippled in the depths of his eyes.

He only felt that the three big characters on the stele seemed to be ordinary, but his eyes flickered, as if he had seen a quaint platform and a dark red guillotine knife in this stele.

It actually contains an extremely strong martial art that has given birth to spirituality.

This mark is contained but not issued, but it is not really not issued, and anyone, who carries a sword and steps over the stone tablet, is afraid that he will face the head of the guillotine.

"Once this mark is activated, I am afraid that it is equivalent to a casual blow from the royal power Taoist, with his strength, I am afraid that no one will take it under the divine vein."

Mu Hanfeng had this thought in his heart.

Zhao Changlin and others are afraid that they have also discovered this, and the reason why they have not gone up the mountain for a long time is that they are not waiting for themselves.

He sneered in his heart, and suddenly held the long sword in his backhand.

Call~

The air beneath the mountain gate suddenly became quiet.

The expressions of the chivalrous disciples who picked up the guests on their behalf were all tense, and they couldn't help but want to stop it.

But he didn't want to, Mu Hanfeng directly handed over the long sword with the sheath with his backhand.

"Mu Daxia?"

"This, this is the removal of the saber?"

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, the first person to untie the sword was actually the master of Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

The disciple of the Chivalrous Sect was also stunned, and did not dare to reach out to take the sword.

They have been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, how can they not know who the person in front of them is?

The people of Ten Thousand Swords Villa don't like others to touch their swords the most.

"Whew!"

Mu Hanfeng saw that he was slow to take the sword, and his wrist shook.

I saw the air flow whistling, and the long sword had been sheathed in the opposite peak.

"Please!"

Mu Hanfeng waved his sleeve robe and stepped up the steps.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and untied their long swords, holding gifts and going up the mountain.

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