Thousands of miles of yellow sand, talk about no one around.

However, in the long yellow sand, there is a small town, which is more than 20 miles in circumference, and can no longer be called a small town, it can be compared to some cities. This town is Qingyang Town.

Qingyang Town is located at the eastern foot of the Elephant Trunk Mountains, and it is the only resting place in the northwest border of the Great Song Dynasty, so countless warriors gathered, becoming a paradise for adventure rest, and it is also a three-regardless area, respecting strength, the stronger the strength, the more respected.

Due to its proximity to the Elephant Trunk Mountains, there are many merchants here who have special needs for herbs and demon beast limbs, and there are even people who buy the inner pill of demon beasts.

Qingyang Town seems to have some magical power, no matter how big the sandstorm, it has never been able to shake this town, and it has been standing in the long desert, showing his arrogance.

On this day, a boy who was nearly twenty years old came to Qingyang Town.

The figure is tall and straight, dressed in green clothes and green robes, with a handsome face, long black hair tied behind his head, and a big sword and bag wrapped behind his back, with a free bearing. Behind him is a strange eagle eagle, which attracts people's attention.

After saying goodbye to the Tianzhen brothers and sisters, Uncle Tai took Jinpeng to the depths of the desert, knocked a Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill, and meditated to restore his strength. Then he took Jinpeng and came in the direction of Qingyang Town.

Since he had been staying in the Tianhe Sword Sect in this life and had not understood the situation of this world, he was not in such a hurry this time.

He already knew the situation in Qingyang Town, and he had to face severe actions when he went early and late, so it was better to relax all the way, and walk while feeling his mood in the desert.

It took a day to come to Qingyang Town.

As soon as Uncle Tai stepped into Qingyang Town, he was attracted by the lively scene in front of him.

The buildings of Qingyang Town are extremely rugged, with the simple atmosphere of the desert, made of huge logs and boulders, of different heights, in a criss-cross state, extending out, exuding a lingering smell of grass and trees.

Both sides of the street are very clean and tidy, and people come and go, both men and women, all with swords, showing heroic vitality.

This is Qingyang Town, a more prosperous area on the border of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, no matter how prosperous it is in front of him, Uncle Tai has no interest, because he has one thing in his heart, that is, the sword cultivation hall of the Tianhe Sword Sect.

The Tianhe Sword Sect's Sword Raising Hall was well known to passers-by in Qingyang Town, but Taishu Zhi didn't know it, so he asked pedestrians for directions and learned the specific location.

Uncle Tai took a step forward and walked towards the Sword Cultivation Hall.

Although Qingyang Town looks simple, due to its large area and numerous houses, it extends out of straight criss-crossing streets, dividing the entire Qingyang Town into a neat pattern like a chessboard.

It was allowed because the territory is larger, and because the population here is small, there are no people in the lively area. Uncle Tai turned around and stopped in front of a stone house.

The pennant signboard of Yangjian Hall, some of which are dilapidated, hangs obliquely on the stone house made of huge stones, waving in the wind.

In front of the stone house, a one-man tall furnace, a sturdy middle-aged man banged on the operating table, and the sound of clanging hammers and striking iron bars reverberated in the air. A large, shabby wooden table was full of swords, and business was relatively deserted.

"Do you want to fight weapons, or buy weapons, only swords are cast here!"

The big man who struck the iron, in the sound of clanging knocks, raised his eyes and asked hoarsely.

Uncle Tai didn't say anything, his eyes looked at the obviously depressed Sword Raising Hall in front of him, the difficult environment, the grim pattern, is this the test he will face in the past five years?

Test?

Then let's test, how to achieve innate without experiencing strong winds and waves!

Heaven allowed himself to have a bronze ancient gate that could travel through time and space, and in this life, he stepped into the innate and stepped into a higher level. What about the test, what about the severe environment, the water comes to cover the earth, and the soldiers are coming to block!

Now that he came to Qingyang Town and became the deacon of the Sword Raising Hall, he would lift the Sword Raising Hall step by step, and even suppress the other sects.

He was not afraid of making things out of control, because each faction had a rule, and the elders of each faction could not interfere in Qingyang Town.

If the elder doesn't interfere, how can the inner disciples here stop his pace!

The middle-aged man who was striking iron said impatiently: "Do you want to buy it or not, see that you are carrying a big sword on your back, and you are not here to forge a sword, what is there to see." If it weren't for the fact that he saw the other party's lofty spirit, his expression was indifferent, and he showed a kind of calmness, he would have started to rush a long time ago. Don't think that the Tianhe Sword Sect has withdrawn from Qingyang Town, so you can just come and bully it!

The voice interrupted Uncle Tai's contemplation, he put away his thoughts, reached into his arms, took out a black iron token, and flickered in front of the middle-aged man's eyes, and the words "Qingyang Deacon" were unusually conspicuous.

The middle-aged man's face changed, he looked Uncle Tai up and down in surprise, and hurriedly said, "You are here to serve as the deacon of the Qingyang Town Yangjian Hall?" Both hands hurriedly took the black iron token, turned it over and looked at it carefully: "That's right, it's the deacon bronze token of the Tianhe Sword Sect, I haven't seen the deacon token for more than ten years, but I didn't expect to see it today." ”

Then he returned the black iron token to Uncle Tai and said, "I don't know which senior brother in the inner gate?" "All sects and sects, no matter how old the outer disciples are, must respect the inner disciples as senior brothers.

Uncle Tai took the black iron token, put it in his arms, and arched his hand: "Uncle Yu Hengfeng is burned, and my father is too good to become virtuous." ”

The middle-aged man was moved: "It turned out to be Yu Hengfeng's uncle and senior brother, disrespectful and disrespectful, my name is Wang Kelong, you can call me Lao Wang." "I didn't expect that this time it was the son of Chengde, the master of Yuheng Peak Peak, it seems that the high-level of the sect wants the Tianhe Sword Sect to plant the flag in Qingyang Town again.

Wang Kelong threw the hammer in his hand on the big wooden table, smashed it with a loud sound, rubbed his hands, and said embarrassedly: "The sect hasn't sent anyone for many years, I have stayed here for more than ten years, and I have always been alone, do you want to find a place to live, if it is appropriate, I can talk to them about the price." ”

"No need, I'm here for five years, I'm not here to enjoy, I'll just build a bunk here."

Uncle Tai refused. He didn't care about the living environment at all, you must know that he had already practiced internal strength at night, instead of sleeping, he could spend a night by finding a random place.

"That's a good feeling, please come with me."

Wang Kelong stretched out his hand and made an invitation.

Uncle Tai followed Wang Kelong, walked through the hall, and came to the inner courtyard.

Inside, there are five houses, as simple as they look.

Not only that, but it was full of debris, the ash was very thick, and there were cobwebs coiled.

Uncle Tai looked at it in his eyes, speechless for a while, no wonder Wang Kelong asked him to find another place to live, it turned out that this person was extremely lazy and usually didn't clean much.

Wang Kelong pointed to the large house in the middle, and said with an embarrassed expression: "This was originally the place where the deacon lived in the past, and since no one came for more than ten years, it became my residence temporarily, but I will vacate it, and I will ask a few locals to clean it again." ”

Uncle Tai nodded incredulously, looked at the Sword Cultivation Hall full of dust and cobwebs, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, this is my five-year-old nest!

At least a place to live, which is not bad.

A new life, a new challenge, start here!