Mu Qingxiao walked with the sword, along the sheep intestine trail all the way forward, at the end of the trail is a cliff, the cliff is steep, hundreds of meters high, Zoomlion has a few places to borrow strength, the mind is smart, the foundation is good, can climb up.

Put away the soul sword, and with a flash of figure, Mu Qingxiao came to the cliff, on the cliff is a wide plain, thousands of meters away is a small mountain, there is no doubt that the Dugu Sword Tomb is here.

A few seconds later, Mu Qingxiao was already standing in front of the hill, and there was a huge hole in front of him.

After entering the cave, it is extremely empty, only there are some gravel piled up in the center, according to the information in the plot, this must be the place where Dugu seeks defeat and buries his bones.

In the cave, Mu Qingxiao didn't see the eagle eagle, so he probably went out to find food.

Otherwise, he would have rushed up to expel himself a long time ago, but this lonely life is too lonely and depressed, and he is really invincible to no friends.

Mu Qingxiao didn't stop to worship anything, he didn't even kneel to God, how could he kneel and seek defeat.

Instead, follow the passage in the cave, come to the back mountain, the sight of the trees is verdant, the mountain atmosphere is clear, walk over to enjoy the scenery, walk for a short time, and come to a cliff 100 meters.

The cliff is like a huge screen, rising to the sky, the middle of the cliff is about 20 zhang from the ground, there is a big stone of three or four zhang square, it is like a platform, and there are words faintly carved on the stone.

Mu Qingxiao's gaze fell on the cliff, which was engraved with two simple and vicissitudes of the font "Sword Shrine", and when he came to the bottom of the sword mound, he noticed that on the left side of the cliff, there was such a sentence engraved.

"For more than 30 years, I have killed all the enemies and traitors, defeated all the heroes and heroes, and there is no resistance in the world, and there is nothing to do, but I live in seclusion in the deep valley, take the eagle as a friend, woohoo, and I can't get an opponent in my life, and I am embarrassed."

This sentence is naturally left by Dugu's defeat, and this simple single message has exhausted the majesty of this peerless swordsman who looks down on the world, and also expresses the loneliness and depression in his heart.

Moving his gaze, Mu Qingxiao's eyes converged on the moss-covered sword platform, and he jumped to the stone platform of the sword mound, on which were buried several swords that Dugu had used in several stages of his life.

Mu Qingxiao lifted the first sword on the right, and saw two lines of small characters engraved on the stone under the sword: "Fierce and fierce, indestructible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the heroes of Heshuo."

The sword was about four feet long, and it was indeed a rare weapon, but Mu Qingxiao was not interested, so he put it back in place.

The second sword was originally a crape myrtle soft sword, but it was defeated by Dugu Qiu, and naturally it could not appear here.

The third is his mission target Xuantie heavy sword, the heavy sword has no edge, it is not skillful, and before the age of forty, it is to rely on it to run rampant in the world

The sword was black and swarthy, but it was extremely heavy, a sword more than three feet long, weighing no less than seventy or eighty pounds, several times heavier than the heaviest golden sword halberd on the battle array.

When Mu Qingxiao picked up the Xuantie heavy sword, a system prompt sounded in his mind: "Ding, the task is complete, and the reward for plunder points: 500." ”

Immediately, the soul sword flew out from the yin and yang jade, flew back with the Xuantie heavy sword, and began to fuse and refine.

Mu Qingxiao stared intently, and his gaze fell on the fourth sword.

This is a decayed wooden sword, the reason is that after Dugu was forty years old, he did not stagnate in things, and the grass, trees, bamboos and stones were all swords.

Grass, trees, bamboos and stones are all swords, this is the proof of entering the realm of the great grandmaster, the forty-year-old great grandmaster, Mu Qingxiao has to sigh, the genius of the sky!

The Xuantie heavy sword has been obtained, the task has been completed, and Mu Qingxiao has no need to stay, but without the beautiful shadow who is jumping and laughing, he always feels empty in his heart.

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Half an hour later, Mu Qingxiao was already standing outside Xiangyang City, slowly stepping into this quaint city, during this time, he had nowhere to go, it was better to settle down here, and then implement his plan.

The task of the leader of the Wulin League must be completed, as for leading the troops to resist the Mongols, whether it is the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty, the supervision of military power is quite strict.

Mu Qingxiao has not yet reached the point where he is idle and plans to rebel.

In the plot, Guo Jing did defend Xiangyang, but in fact, he could only be regarded as a righteous man in Xiangyang City, leading young men to assist in defending the city, not even a militia, no wonder he died in battle.

Of course, Mu Qingxiao can't do this, there are no soldiers in the imperial court, he can create it himself, there are countless heroes in the rivers and lakes.

As long as you become the leader of the martial arts alliance, suppress it by force, and give an order, I believe that those who come one after another, whether it is for fame or profit, in short, there will be no minority.

What's more, he hasn't forgotten the Quanzhen Sect, if he can repel the Mongols, Qiu Chuji is such a heroic and unrestrained hero for the country and the people, as long as he gives him a chance, he will participate in it!

The Mongol invasion of the Central Plains is still twenty years away, and there is still a long time to prepare for him.

At this time, the city of Xiangyang is very lively, the traders are shouting on the streets, working hard for life, and the bustling crowd is full of chivalrous people.

Walking on the street, Mu Qingxiao was also a little hungry, so he found a hotel with a better business, the first floor was full, and he went straight to the second floor of the hotel, and there happened to be an old gentleman talking in the center of the second floor.

Idle, Mu Qingxiao found the seat on the windowsill, and before he could sit down, the shopkeeper took the tablecloth and walked forward with a smile on his face, and while helping him wipe the tables and chairs, he didn't forget to ask: "This son, what do you want to eat?" ”

Mu Qingxiao took out some silver taels and said, "Bring all the signature dishes in your store, and bring me two pots of good wine." ”

"Okay, Childe, please wait for a while, and drink a glass of water to quench your thirst." As soon as the words fell, the shopkeeper helped Mu Qingxiao's cup fill his cup with water, and then turned around and left.

Mu Qingxiao picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and listened to the old storyteller, telling the growth history of Guo Jing's heroes back then, and how the Five Uniques were......

A moment later, a richly dressed middle-aged man walked towards Mu Qingxiao with good wine and food.

Judging from his dress, he should be the owner of this hotel, and the shopkeeper carried two jars of wine and walked behind him respectfully.

"My son and I are really fateful, I didn't expect to see you here."

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao put down the teacup, raised his head, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, a little inexplicable, obviously not understanding the meaning of his words.

The two have never known each other, so why do they have a fate.

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