The name of the Ancient Sword Continent is said to have come from an accident millions of years ago. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Millions of years ago, when this world was just beginning to have civilization, a flying sword from outside the sky fell out of thin air, slammed into the center of the continent, soaring into the sky at a high place, and wide like a small mountain, mighty and immense, eternal and eternal.

This ancient sword, since its appearance, has brought eternal pursuit to the human beings of this world, that is, the way of the sword, the never-ending way of the sword, the way of the sword that never stops, the only unchanging and eternal way of the sword.

The human beings in this world seem to be born only for the way of the sword, the way of the sword, the way of the sword, the way of the sword, not only the social rules are affected by the way of the sword, but even all kinds of totem beliefs, iron smelting tools, elixirs, kitsch and lewd skills, and even clothes and accessories, etc., it seems that in addition to eating and drinking, almost all have been deeply impregnated and deeply rooted in the way of the sword.

......

Nie Feng is the son of a sword servant, the so-called sword servant, is a position, living in the sect or mountain villa all the year round, specially designed for the cleaning and care of all kinds of swords.

Under the sword servant is the sword slave, which is the lowest group of people in this continent, farming, weaving, smelting and making utensils, cooking and so on, almost all of them are their business, in short, the sword slave only has the share of watching others use the sword, and even the sword is not worthy of touching, and it is not allowed to touch it.

Above the sword servant is the sword servant, and above is the sword man.

Nie Feng's father, Nie Tong, was born in the iron-smelting industry, and was originally a sword slave all his life, but due to fate, he created an iron plate for Mu Lin, the great elder of the Mu family.

......

There was darkness in front of him, as if he had suddenly fallen into a bottomless abyss, and he couldn't catch a trace of safety to maintain his balance, and a kind of panic and fear burst out from the inside out, quickly spreading all over his body, and when the nerves in his brain began to numb, Nie Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

A layer of sticky sweat covered his body, and under the gentle movement, a layer of ice seemed to be suddenly pasted on top of his clothes and bedding, and the cold Nie Feng couldn't help but shiver.

"Mother......" Nie Feng realized that he seemed to be overly thirsty, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"You're finally awake!" a soft voice came from the side, with a hint of anxiety and joy in his voice.

Nie Shi, Chinese New Year's Eve six years old today, because the Nie family is poor and has not been able to get enough nutrition for a long time, so the original age of charm is still charming, but his face is a faint vegetable green all the year round, and his temples have begun to grow a few strands of gray hair.

"Do you want to drink water?" Nie Shi took a bowl of warm water that had already been filled and handed it to Nie Feng's lips.

After drinking a few sips of water, Nie Feng's spirit also lifted a lot.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Nie Tong returned.

"Oh, Feng'er is awake!" Seeing Nie Feng who wanted to sit up at the head of the bed, Nie Tong hurriedly took a few steps forward and held Nie Feng's shoulder.

"Feng'er, alas, don't let your father and mother worry about it anymore, okay? The day and night you were in a coma were really torturous for us! That Iron Boy and his father are famous swordsmen, and Iron Boy must have practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, so how could you be his opponent?"

The iron boy in Nie Tong's mouth, named Tie Ming, his father Tie Long, is a genuine swordsman, this kind of identity is simply high for Nie Tong, who is a sword servant, and it is not comparable to a person of his status at all, and even Tie Long will not even look at it when facing Nie Tong.

But the rules of adults are in teenagers, but some of them don't necessarily work.

According to the rules of the Mu Mansion, all the people in the Mu Mansion, regardless of their position and background, as long as their children are in good health, since they are ten years old, they can have the opportunity to go to the Sword Pavilion to learn swordsmanship, Nie Feng is thirteen years old this year, since he followed his father to the Mu Mansion, he has been practicing swordsmanship in the Sword Pavilion for a year.

The rules of Mufu are naturally more to stabilize its own strength, especially in this fiercely competitive and killing continent, strength is the only criterion to measure everything, only with sufficient strength can you protect the people around you, and you can also have the qualification to occupy a certain amount of resources, otherwise you can only be eliminated by other forces.

But it is undeniable that the rules of the Mufu have another effect, that is, to give the inferior people who are sword slaves, sword servants, and even sword servants a chance to turn over, as long as their children can be promoted to swordsmen before they reach the age of eighteen, they can jump out of the status of inferior people and enter the level of respect by the Mufu.

Because the swordsman has a role that is good for the wooden mansion, and that is the courtyard.

Nie Feng moved his body slightly, and in this day and night of sleep, many injuries on his body have recovered a lot, but some swollen and painful parts still made Nie Feng's painful teeth grin for a long time.

"Father, it's not that the child wants to fight, it's that Tie Ming scolds the father for being ...... It's an inferior pariah, and the child couldn't get angry for a while, so he argued, but he didn't expect that Tie Ming's swordsmanship was so high. ”

Nie Tong couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes showed a trace of gloom, and then said self-deprecatingly, "Hmph, I am an inferior sword slave myself, they can say whatever they like!"

But the gloom in Nie Tong's eyes was seen by Nie Feng and deeply remembered in his heart.

After a slight sigh, Nie Tong looked at Nie Feng with a slight solemnity, "It's just that Daddy hopes that you can have a chance, if you can be successfully promoted to a swordsman, your mother and I will die immediately, and you will be able to look at it." ”

"Crow's mouth, you want to die yourself! Feng'er and I still have to live well!" Nie scolded in a low voice.

"Hehehe!" Nie Tong laughed embarrassedly.

Nie Shi couldn't help pursing his lips slightly, and Nie Feng, who was sitting on the bed, also felt a burst of warmth in his heart.

"Father, don't worry, I'm confident that I will be able to successfully promote to a swordsman within two years, and then Dad won't have to be low!" Nie Feng said softly, but his voice was full of firmness.

"Okay, I'll wait for my son to win glory for me!" Nie Tong laughed generously.

......

In the dead of night, Nie Feng lay on the bed and did not fall asleep, he was thinking back to the battle with Tie Ming yesterday afternoon, especially the extremely complicated sword move that Tie Ming used at the end, that power had made Nie Feng's heart tremble until now, he really couldn't imagine how Tie Ming learned that kind of sword move.

His right hand waved a few times unconsciously, and then he sighed heavily, "Alas, I don't know when I will be qualified to learn sword moves!"

In the year since Nie Feng entered the Sword Pavilion, he has been practicing basic swordsmanship almost every day, the so-called basic swordsmanship is nothing more than basic techniques such as splitting, pointing, stabbing, teasing, wiping, and collapsing, these techniques are the basic elements that constitute the ever-changing swordsmanship, Nie Feng understands it very well in his heart, but what makes him helpless is that the Sword Pavilion stipulates that he must practice basic swordsmanship for three years before he can learn superficial sword moves.

"It's been three years!" Nie Feng muttered in his heart.

Now he can only survive a year, he can't stand it anymore, and he has to survive another two years, and in two years, he will be fifteen years old.

"I've long been familiar with this foundation-breaking swordsmanship, and I don't know why I have to bother to practice it!" Nie Feng muttered dissatisfiedly.

When he was bored, Nie Feng reached into his pocket with his palm, took out a thumb-sized iron card, and played with it.

This iron plaque is dark all over, and there is no pattern on either side, only an extremely small red dot in the center, as if the red heart of a flying sword target has been reduced countless times.

This iron plaque was pulled out of a crack in the mountain rock when Nie Feng climbed to the top of Qinglan Mountain to play, and he was excited for a while at that time, after all, if he could pick up something on the top of the highest mountain within a radius of 100 miles, it would definitely not be an ordinary thing, even if the total height of the mountain top was less than 100 zhang.

But Nie Feng looked sideways and vertically, and really couldn't feel the special features of this iron card, if it weren't for its good feel, Nie Feng would have thrown it away a long time ago.

The night was already deep, the breeze quietly sneaked into the boy's room from the window, the boy holding the iron plate had gradually fallen asleep, the moonlight seemed to be covered with loving palms, gently caressing the young man's face, half an hour later, and then transferred to the young man's arm and palm holding the iron card.

Suddenly, the red dot in the center of the iron plaque squirmed, and then in the blink of an eye, the red dot slowly expanded, and slowly rotated in a spiral, and with the rotation of the spiral, the center of the red area gradually recessed, and a bottomless tiny black hole floated up.

As if in a dream, the black hole moved suddenly, and a small squirrel first showed its head, and then jumped out entirely.

The squirrel chirped a few times, and his aura eyes looked around, as if he was extremely unfamiliar with the surrounding environment, but his voice was full of excitement, and then his little head was deviated, and he saw Nie Feng lying on the bed sleeping deeply.

As if feeling Nie Feng's injury, the little squirrel groaned for a while, and then the fluttering body began to rotate slowly around Nie Feng, and a trace of red air flow slowly drifted down with the movement of the little squirrel's body, falling on Nie Feng's skin, and then followed the sweat pores and got into it after a few clicks.