There is a lot of etiquette for every important occasion, and this is no exception.

After the morning class, I soaked in the water and enjoyed the feeling of being soaked in warm water, which unconsciously relaxed my body and mind.

"Well, well, Jun Yao also came two days ago and brought a girl." The old man's expression was a little unnatural, and I thought of the old man who forged the sword, although the intersection was relatively short, but it left a deep impression on me.

"His apprentice?" The master had a lot of interest.

"yes. Speaking of his apprentice, the young people now are really whimsical, you who are masters don't beat and beat much, and you still connive, you see that my apprentice is more obedient than I trained. The old man poured a cup of tea, his face a little helpless.

"What's wrong?" The master kicked me who was lazy in doing homework, and found that the old man laughed mostly helplessly.

"That little girl not only wants a sword, but also wants me to rob it. Of course I can't agree to the old man, and I reprimanded him fiercely, and the doll cried on the spot, uh, Jun Yao was so distressed that he wanted to convince me to make a gun. Hey" The old man sucked a sip of tea into his mouth, closed his eyes and slowly swallowed it into his stomach, slightly opened his mouth and spit out a breath of hot air.

"You did it anyway." The master's eyes seemed to see the scene, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Old man, although I am old, this stubborn temper has not changed at all, and I won't do it if I don't do it." The old man spoke of his stubborn temper, and there was a look of pride on his face.

"Master, I've made that gun, can you check it?" The old man's apprentice ran over.

I got out of the water and dried my body, who is Junyao? The master mentioned this person to me more than once, and I could tell that they basically grew up together and had a good relationship, and the master also remembered those years, but never saw them.

Dress well, this dress is already ready for important occasions.

When I went out, I didn't see the master along the way, but there were notes on the ground and pressed by stones to indicate what I should do. Even when he entered the main hall, he did not see any trace of the master.

It is said that it is a big hall, but it is actually a larger thatched hut, and the master often talks about how prosperous it used to be, but now it is so down.

The sword I had been thinking about for a long time was placed right in front of me, and although I wanted to run up and grab it in my hand, I knew the rules, and I did every step meticulously by myself before I stepped forward and took the path.

Now there is no prosperity as the master said, although it is a sect, but there are only two of us, so many steps can no longer be completed.

He didn't have a scabbard yet, and the master said that I had to figure out the scabbard myself. The sword is clear and densely covered with blades, all of which are what I asked for. Although I didn't often run to the cliff to take the elixir and take Bigu, I had to breathe every day, and I was able to receive the essence of the sun and the moon.

So I found a difference, I not only have the sun spirit, the moon flower, the gang qi, but also a very strong evil qi. The master said that it is related to my Seven Killing Star Destiny, and the Seven Killings are the stars of Lone Killing, and the Lord is slaughtering, as a thief who disturbs the world, it is strange that there is no evil spirit.

The blade on the path is for me to make good use of the evil energy, but there are also pros and cons to this, if I am accidentally dominated by the evil energy, it is a killing machine.

From now on, the path is the magic sword that follows me for a lifetime, the so-called magic sword is the visible sword, of course, there is also an invisible sword, it is the Dao sword, and the legend says that the ability to take the head of the person in three hundred miles is the ability of the Dao sword, but I am still far behind, and I can't even condense the Dao sword.

There was also a small sword next to the path, black and bright ink, with golden seal runes. Although it is a sword, it has no edge, no grid, short as a dagger, and the whole body is round, more like a handicraft. This is a meeting gift given to me by Uncle Chen, named Qixing Lu Cunjian, but it was seized by the master and given to me until today.

Where's the master? His apprentice had his own sword.

Walking out of the main hall, I was flustered and irritable, and the joy of getting the sword suddenly disappeared for some reason.

Suddenly a puff of smoke and dust drifted from the back of the main hall, and I noticed the flow of Gang Qi, which should not be the master, because those Gang Qi was very scattered.

Could it be that there is a third person in the mountain gate where I have been staying for so long?

Walking quickly, there was an open space behind the main hall, there was no hardening of masonry as expected, just relatively flat land, and every time it rained, it became muddy. At this time, the sand and dust were raised, and it was impossible to see what was really happening.

A warm liquid suddenly spilled on me, it was blood.

"Master!" I screamed and rushed into the dust. A piece of clothing was on my head, and I didn't have time to tear it off, so I hurriedly blocked my face to the left, and the sound of sword clash sounded, why a sword? The path clings to the bottom of the sword that is fighting it, causing the tip of the sword to circle half a circle along its grid, intending to unload its weapon.

The sword that attacked me began to fall freely, and I couldn't see who it was until now. Fortunately, the master often trained me to attack with my eyes closed, because I couldn't keep my eyes open, and the ghosts wouldn't attack me head-on.

People have five senses, and only when they are used can they have the most correct judgment.

The free-falling sword didn't hit the ground, and I felt my knees attack again. Raise your foot, step on the sword steadily, and block the left arm to block the sword owner from kicking backwards.

His arms were blocking his ankles, and this man was not as tall as me.

I sensed the enemy's distance, but I didn't dare to tear off the clothes covering my head at once, for the moment would inevitably reveal a flaw. So he calmed down and stood still.

The sword was pointed at my chest, but I was indifferent. Through the contact just now, I have found that this person is not as tall as me, and the sword is not as long as mine. When the distance is about the same, raise the path, and if the enemy wants to stab me, he will be stabbed first.

He dodged sideways, and the goal remained the same, so I also turned sideways and passed by.

Stretch out your feet, who would have thought that there would be such a small movement in the middle of the move. The enemy stumbled, but he reacted quickly, rolling on the ground and lying down, his head facing me, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at my chest, interrupting my follow-up attack.

How could I let go of the hard-won opportunity, and the path was pointing at my sword, and he turned his body and bullied up, trying to grab his hand. The other party decisively gave up the sword and rolled to open the distance.

There was no movement again, and I closed my eyes and sensed carefully. At his feet, he touched the discarded sword and kicked it in the direction I had guessed. There was movement, accelerated running, raised wrists and stretched arms, and the tip of the sword jerked forward and downward, but it didn't work.

Attacked from behind, he immediately threw himself forward and rolled to his feet.

I sensed a hint of familiarity, and judging from the fight, the opponent was the same as the master in terms of sword and figure.

"Master?" Reach out and tear off the clothes that are covering your head, which are already falling off.

The sword was on my neck, and there was no doubt that the master was in front of me, but I didn't dare to recognize it.

Shirtless, wearing only shorts, covered in blood, white bones exposed on his calves, blood gurgling down, and there was no trace of flesh on his left arm, including his hand. The right hand holding the sword stretched from the wrist to the armpit, a long line of blood.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Where is the enemy? I pushed the sword off my neck and ran to help him, but he dodged.

"If there is no enemy, you should not come." His words didn't sound too weak. Then he pointed to where his room was, then turned sideways to let me see what was behind him.