Yufu Mountain west to Wanling more than 40 miles, for the eternal vein of the mountains and rivers of Danyang County, and then go to the main peak, there is one of the Daomen Cave Heaven, known as Taiwei Yuan Gai in ancient times.

Today is not a very good weather, early in the morning it is very gloomy, the clouds are low, it seems that it will rain in a few moments, and at the bottom of the mountain sits cross-legged a young man in white clothes, as quiet as snow in the north.

There was a petite and lovely maid standing behind, with a tense face, and said.

"Childe, why are you challenging this immortal sword?"

Qianshan Si smiled: "What's the matter, there are too many people in the world who learn swords, and the immortal sword is so good, so naturally I want to see it." ”

"Then why don't you go to Qingfeng to challenge that real immortal sword."

"This ......"

"Murong Qingxue's predecessors are really too big, a sword is three thousand miles, where is the elder at that time, the rivers and lakes say that it is a sword out of the sheath, and the sword light fills the sea of clouds for three thousand miles, but we know that those three thousand miles at that time were just a sword finger from Murong seniors."

"With the sword finger, you can crisscross three thousand miles and the sword light is endless, ranking seventh in the world."

"You said that if that wooden sword is really unsheathed, how many can it be listed? Can you directly smash the sky outside Kunlun Mountain? If Murong Qingxue's predecessor held the Qingfeng Divine Sword that had been passed down from generation to generation, what would it be like? ”

"I really want to know......"

Qianshansi sighed and murmured.

In fact, the maid, who was not as good as Qianshan Si's women's clothes, nodded, and said concisely:

"It turned out that it was because I couldn't beat ......"

Qianshan thought for a while, full of pride and ambition, and the quest for kendo was like stepping on a puddle of shit, which was broken cleanly, and there was no way to stay.

The maid didn't seem to know how to read people's faces at all, and said to herself: "If the big ones can't be beaten, they can beat the small ones, and the small ones can't be beaten, but there is no smaller one, Childe, can you beat this small immortal sword?" ”

Qianshan thought about it, and didn't say a single accurate word, but said:

"Who knows...... Probably you can beat it, right? ”

The maid resolutely carried forward the style of not looking at the master's face, and asked directly:

"And what if you don't make it?"

Qianshansi smiled and said:

"Didn't make it? I'm going to die here......"

The maid was silent.

From time to time, the wind comes, and some rain is sprinkled in the sky, and the sound of pine waves is surging, bleak and sad.

Qianshan Si, who was dressed in white, raised his head and saw the crowd in the distance, including four middle and third-grade martial artists, but his eyes only fell on Gong Yu at the front, and said with a smile:

"Here we are."

He got up immediately, holding the sword in his right hand, but the petite and lovely maid did not move, watching the white clothes slowly walk away, as if she had fallen in the fire three years ago and watched him come.

Qian Shan Si stood still fifteen steps away from Gong Yu, and said with a smile: "Miss Gong Yu really believes in people. Gong Yu steadied his head, he raised his hand, held the sword in his left hand, and lightly pressed the fingers of his right hand on the scabbard, and said softly:

"Qianshan Si, please advise."

"Please."

After a moment of silence, the long sword in Gong Yu's hand that had not been pulled out for three days suddenly popped out, and the sharp peaks were cold, as if Qing Feng had lifted a foot of snow, and he made a bold move, and Qianshan thought about stroking the sword and groaned.

Sen Ran's sword intent burst out in an instant.

A sword pierces on its back, and the sky shines down.

Wang Anfeng's eyes opened slightly, and the divine light in his eyes was hidden, wanting to take in the swordsmanship of the two people who had already risen into the air, but Yu Chijie and the others could only see that there were several zhang of sword qi colliding and staggering from the air during the day, shattering the clouds in the sky, and they were cold for a while.

The light shines in the purple sky, and the bullfighting is cold.

Yu Chijie gritted his teeth, although his eyes couldn't see the details of the real fight at all, he was still unwilling to relax for a moment.

The above one is the walking of the Tianshan Sword Sect, and the other is the young master of the Qingfeng Solution.

This is almost a battle for kendo in the world in the future.

In the rivers and lakes in the next hundred years, the one who can take the position of the leader of the sword sect will be the Tianshan Mountain, the number one sword sect in the world for hundreds of years, or the Qingfeng solution of the hidden gate, and it will be divided up and down only here.

Wen Hongbo half-knelt in front of the screen.

The old man in the room seemed to be studying the gains and losses on the chessboard, and then casually asked, "How is the arrangement?" ”

Wen Hongbo said respectfully:

"Two six-rank dead soldiers have been dispatched, as well as a hundred crossbowmen, caught off guard, Yu Chijie has the worst martial arts, and he should die at the foot of Yufu Mountain."

The old man wrote lightly:

"Should it?"

Wen Hongbo knew that he had said the wrong thing, and said:

"Yu Chijie will definitely die at the foot of the mountain."

The old man bowed slightly, and carefully looked at the chess pieces on the chessboard again, Wen Hongbo hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "The younger generation has the courage to know, today's battle under the Yufu Mountain is not the future battle of the sword sect and Taoism in the world?" ”

The old man in black glanced at him and said lightly:

"Not bad."

Wen Hongbo's heart shook.

On the pine forest in the distance of Wang Anfeng's place, an old man with a broken arm and a leg sat firmly on the treetop of the pine tree, the wind could not blow, and a young man with a simple and honest face was holding on the tree next to him, his limbs were clinging to the trunk, and his face was sweating on his forehead.

The old man glanced at the young man and said mockingly:

"It's fucking useless, like a big horse monkey."

"Sharpen up!"

Xie Shan finally couldn't help but scold:

"Not because you're a dead old man?"

"If it weren't for you, I'd still be on the Tianshan Mountains now, no, I'm still at home now, maybe they've all been married, maybe the children will be able to run off the ground, why should I follow you here to be afraid?"

Xie Shan was shocked and frightened, and he was even more angry and gritted his teeth, but the old man didn't care at all, but laughed and said:

"It seems that you still have a bit of a temper, Lao Tzu is still a Taoist priest who can't beat a fart with eight sticks, it's not bad, come on, come and see together, don't be polite, don't be polite."

Xie Shan's heart was on fire, and he was about to curse angrily for how to pass, when he saw the old man's body disappear and appear behind him like a ghost.

Before he could react, his body was light, and in a blink of an eye, he rose to a height of more than ten zhang and stopped steadily on a treetop.

Xie Shan subconsciously hugged the treetops, and was stunned for a while.

Before he came back to his senses, the old man who had broken one hand and one leg had already fallen back beside him, and the only remaining hand slapped on his head, fixed his head, and made him look at the two sword lights in the sky, and said hesitantly:

"Look closely!"

"Have you seen it, the Immortal Sword and the Tianshan Sword, in the younger generation, no, even if you add the older generation of martial artists, there are not many people who can be more skilled than these two people's swordsmanship, even if they are higher than their swordsmanship, but they don't have the sharpness and purity of young people."

"A few years younger is not enough, and a few years older has lost his courage."

"Now is the best, the best."

"Boy, if you can see something, Lao Tzu will teach you swordsmanship, if you are still as stupid as an egg, Lao Tzu will kick you down the mountain, break one of your arms and legs, and install it on myself!"

Xie Shan gritted his teeth angrily, he had been following this old man for many years, he didn't believe that this old guy who was too lazy to fly insects on his body could have such ruthless means to scare anyone, and he kept slandering in his heart, but he still honestly raised his eyes to see.

At first glance, there was a bright and bright sword light, sweeping the world.

From time to time, there are thousands of pine waves, and the mighty ones are singing in unison.

Tianshan swordsmanship, a sword swings in the cold autumn, Qingfeng solves the secret, and the sword intent is a foot of snow.

Xie Shan's pupils widened instantly, and his heart beat wildly.

The old man next to him let go of his hand, his body floated directly in the air, looked at the two people in the sky who were striking each other with swords, and muttered:

"One is the immortal sword that does not eat the fireworks of the world and climbs the ladder step by step, the other is the sword intent that can be used to detain the gate of heaven with ordinary people, and I pull the immortal down the lotus platform, and the other is even more strange, with skill as the top, and can enter the Tao with skill."

"Xie Shan, Xie Shan, I let you enter the Tianshan Mountains for seven years without holding a sword, it is to suppress your nature, the old man today, I will open your first vision with the three superior swordsmanship of heaven, earth and man, and see that all the mountains are small, and then teach you to hold a sword and teach you to make a sword."

"In three years, you can join the WTO......"

The old man raised his hand and untied the wine jug, drank a pot of fine wine, threw the wine jug directly under the tree, rattling, dressed in shabby clothes, looking at the sword qi crisscrossing the sky and the high-spirited swordsman, he didn't know what to think, and muttered:

"Tilting the cover to meet the white head, so the mountain is empty and dreams of pinewood. This place of peace of mind is the dodder. ”

"Selling swords and buying cattle I want to be old, and I want to beg for wine."

"I wish to feast for heaven and earth."

Suddenly he stroked his hands and laughed, spat and praised loudly.

"Good swordsmanship!"

PS: Today's first update is ............