"The first generation of sword masters of the Sword Washing Ice River, the words are desolate, Mu Jingnian...... , These three people can be said to be unborn characters, the first generation of sword masters who washed the sword and the ice river visited my Kunlun faction, and even the master of the green lantern also worshiped his attainments in the way of the sword, and repeatedly told him that in the future, if all the disciples of my Kunlun faction go down the mountain into the red dust, they must not annoy the people who wash the sword and the ice river".

Nie Tian said from afar.

Why don't you think about it, but you don't know that the first generation of sword masters who washed the sword ice river still has such a history, and listen quietly at the moment.

Nie Tianyuan said: "After all, he is a person who founded a sect, how can he have poor qualifications, in comparison, the words are bleak and much more ill-fated, at the beginning, he was forced to be desperate due to a change in circumstances, and when he was included in the sword washing ice river by the first generation of sword masters, his heart has changed greatly, and the first generation of sword masters pity him for his poor background and have a lot of forgiveness for him, but in the end he can't change his heart." The words are desolate is a persistent and extreme person, in order to take revenge and practice the sword into an idiot, practice the sword to become a demon, in order to cultivate the sword to the extreme, he has repeatedly entered my Kunlun faction and the Nanhua faction to steal books, my Kunlun faction's "Flying Immortal Sword Technique" was stolen by him",

"The words of the latter are bleak...... Probably after he reached the extreme state of his heart, the theft of books became even worse, even the Nanhai Guanyin Sect did not let go, if it were not for the thunder and anger of Wenzhu Dashi and the earth-shaking blow, I am afraid that the treasure book of the Guanyin Sect would also fall into his hands; it is a pity that this person has a lot of enemies, because of his perverse temperament, after entering the cultivation world, he killed like hemp, and almost offended all the major sects in Guanzhong, even the first generation of sword masters could not protect him, so he could only be expelled from the division; then he disappeared, some people said that he was crazy, but the cultivation of the sword path continued to improve, and he was invincible in the world, and even the first generation of sword masters could not accept him; some people said that he crossed the vast sea and went to Xiniu HezhouAnyway, no one has seen him since he was expelled from the Sword Washing Ice River, and no one knows his whereabouts."

"Mu Jingnian is the most talented person in the eight hundred years of the Sword Glacier, he was famous when he was young, I also know in Kunlun that Mu Jingnian is not yet twenty years old and has been the Sword Washing Binghe Collection of 1,600 Sword Classics, and one by one to make annotations, at that time someone ridiculed him, saying that he is a soldier on paper, if the real knife and real gun do he may not be how powerful, but soon in the demon clan in the battle Mu Jingnian showed extraordinary strength, Ding Jia soldiers trapped hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers with a formation, famous all over the world, the words are desolate and desolate with a sword to kill fourteen demon generals, the forty-year-old Mu Jingnian stood outside the demon world passage with one person and one sword, blocking the tide of demon soldiers and demon generalsSince then, whoever mentions Mu Jingnian's name is not full of yearning?",

His eyes radiated brilliance, even if he was the proud son of the Kunlun faction, he was also longing for Mu Jingnian, in his eyes, Mu Jingnian was the real legend of the sword world, an immortal legend.

Not only him, but even Luo Qiyue was thrilled when she heard it, and said: "This senior Mu Jingnian is really amazing, but for some reason he is not famous?"

In today's sword world, there are many people who have heard of the sword saint wind without a trace, and the sword god Duanmu, and even the number one sword Lu Hong in the world is not a few, but there are really not many people who know Mu Jingnian, the words are desolate and the first generation of sword masters who wash the sword and Binghe.

Nie Tianyuan said with a smile: "Washing the sword and Binghe has always only sought swords, not fame, but when it comes to real skills, who is worse than whom? The Compassion Sword Tower, Zhemei Villa, and the Iron Sword Gate are famous, and their descendants have not to retreat when they go out to see the people who wash the sword Binghe? Moreover, Mu Jingnian's predecessors are more traceless than the sword saint wind, and the sword god Duanmu Ci gave birth to a figure who has been born hundreds of years earlier, and the era that belongs to them has long passed, and it is normal that you juniors have not heard of him."

He is not very old, but he has a very high rank in the Kunlun faction, so there is some elder style in his words and deeds.

"I know that the cultivation of the three seniors is extremely high, but I didn't expect that in the eight hundred years since the Sword Washing Ice River Sect was established, only three seniors have cultivated to the extreme realm of the heart, so it seems that the extreme realm of the heart is strong, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate."

Why don't you think: "It's not easy",

Nie Tianyuan looked back at him, and wanted to persuade him, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know how to say them, so he could only say: "The cultivation is about gradual progress, don't be greedy and rash, Brother He might as well sharpen the foundation first and then realize the extreme realm of the heart."

Cultivation has never been achieved by fighting for one's life, so many talented people throughout the ages have gone wrong when cultivating and died, now why not think about the serious injuries in the body, the Dao heart is damaged, it is difficult to go further in the practice of the sword;

I thought so in my heart, but I said it very tactfully.

Luo Qiyue also said softly: "Yes, the cultivation has a long way, where can you be in a hurry? You recuperate for a few days, and when you recover from your injury, I will accompany you to Guanzhong to relax, if you want to continue to cultivate the sword, I will write to Mr. Du, and ask him to pick out some secrets for you, and in a few decades, the time is almost right, if you want to enter the glacier stone room, I can also let you go."

These words can be described as well-intentioned and affectionate, but He Busi didn't listen to it, just shook his head and diverted the topic.

At night, Luo Qiyue took care of him in his room as usual, why not go to bed early, Luo Qiyue accompanied him for a while, and when she saw that he was sleeping peacefully, she tucked the quilt for him, afraid that he would get cold, so she added an extra quilt, and then returned to the room with peace of mind.

It was the night wind and snow, and when she got up the next morning, the snow was full of a thick layer, and there was a white expanse everywhere on the door, on the bed, and on the roof, Luo Qiyue got dressed and opened the door, and before she walked to He Busi's room, she saw a row of footprints in the courtyard, and her heart moved, and she hurriedly trotted to He Busi's room.

Sure enough, the room was empty, with only one letter on the table and only a small line of writing on the letterhead.

"Why don't you think about this to die for a lifetime, please cherish the girl, all kinds of past, not worth worrying about, snubbing the ruthless, not guilty, not enough to make up, I hope the girl will sweep the moth eyebrows, recomb the old makeup, from now on only be happy, and there will be no obstacles",

The handwriting on the paper was dry, the tiny pen pressed against the paper, the ink on the pen was dry, and he was obviously gone for a long time.

Her fingers trembled suddenly, she stood up and staggered into the ankle-deep snow, and ran to the door in despair, only to see a line of chaotic footprints all the way to the foot of the mountain in front of her.

The corners of her lips moved, and suddenly she felt that the cold wind was biting, every part of her body was cold, and her heart was as cold as ice, she sat weakly in the snow with her knees hugged, buried her head in the crook of her arm, closed her eyes, and two lines of crystal couldn't help but flow out.