Huashan faction, Xu Lin's memory of it is not very long, but he will never forget it for the rest of his life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because that was the starting point of his cultivation memory.

It was his first division.

The first time I met my teacher, the first time I enlightened my creation, the first time I introduced qi into my body, and the first time I comprehended and entered the Tao;

The first time I practiced swordsmanship, the first time I practiced swordsmanship, I was able to enter the demons, and the first time I knew what sword intent was.

The first fight, the first killing, the first unforgettable.

There are too many firsts, all of which happened in the Huashan faction.

"Here, is it the Huashan faction? Is it karma or fate that makes you come back here again?"

He walked out of the door and looked at the mountains in front of him, but he couldn't find any sense of familiarity.

Although the vegetation here is lush and the mountains are steep and steep, towering like clouds, how can it compare to the first sword peak in memory?

Where are the nine peaks of Huashan?

Where is the ladder to the sky?

Where is the floating hall that floats in the clouds?

"How can this be Huashan? How can it be Huashan faction?"

Xu Lin wanted to find someone to ask, but when he turned around, he didn't see the woman surnamed Luo, and only a tall man was still practicing swords diligently.

The practice is still a thorn dragon, a basic sword style of the Huashan faction, very proficient, but it has been changed beyond recognition.

If you change it, you change it, Xu Lin feels that it doesn't matter. The basic sword style, there is no need to look at the board, the important thing is to cultivate the feeling of the sword move, the feeling of the sword, and integrate that feeling into the bones and blood.

Looking at this man's practice, he is already very proficient, and it is estimated that he has been practicing for some years. It's just that in the smooth sword moves, there are still some places that are very awkward, such as this sword style that looks like a stab and a pick.

He is tall and very majestic, and it is estimated that he is comparable to four of himself, and it is estimated that the clothes on his body are his. He looks very distinctive, and at first glance he is the kind of simple, honest, and honest person, giving people a feeling that he is very easy to get along with and bully.

It's just that he is holding a long sword, which is a little incongruous.

Xu Lin walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?"

He stopped practicing his sword, put the sword down, wiped the sweat on his face casually with his sleeve, grinned at Xu Lin, and said in a thick voice: "My name is Han Houzhong!"

"Han is heavy, well, it's really honest and heavy, haha. Xu Lin chuckled, and in his heart, he was willing to deal with this kind of simple, kind, honest, and simple person.

Once upon a time, when he just came out of a small mountain village, he felt the same way, but he had to give up that "weight".

"Hehe," Han Houzhong also smiled with Xu Lin, simple, a little silly, but cute, "I know you, your name is Xu Lin, and Senior Sister Luo personally brought you over last night." ”

Xu Lin was a little speechless, and patted his forehead helplessly: "You brought it back?"

"Well, it was my sister who brought it over, she was carrying a sword in one hand and you in the other, and you were still wrapped in her clothes at the time. Senior Sister Luo's swordsmanship is good, her spiritual power is high, and her strength is great, and she is like carrying a little chicken, and she is not ...... carrying you."

"Stop!" Xu Lin hurriedly stopped him, the picture was too strong, and he couldn't stand it.

Think about it, this fierce woman is carrying herself in one hand and a sword in the other, and the key thing is that she is still wearing her clothes. I saw her kick Han Chongzhong's door open, and then threw herself into Han Chongzhong's room, shouting: "Han Houzhong, this person's name is Xu Lin, I'll hand it over to you." ”

The picture was so beautiful, a little cruelly beautiful.

Xu Lin shook his head fiercely and threw out the cranky picture in his mind.

"This is Huashan?" Xu Lin asked Han Houzhong.

"This is not Huashan, it is a west-leaning mountain, and Huashan is quite far from here. ”

"Oh, isn't this the Huashan faction? The Huashan faction is not in Huashan, how can it be in the West Tilting Mountain?" Xu Lin wondered, the famous and famous Nine Peaks of Huashan Mountain, adhering to the nine veins of Huashan, which one does not know? Which one does not know? How can it fall in this unknown West Tilting Mountain?

"I don't know very well, it is said that many years ago, the sect was in Huashan, but there was a big disaster, many masters died, and only five peaks of the former Nine Peaks remained, and their strength was greatly damaged. Later, the sect fought inwardly, surrounded by external enemies, and gradually declined. Later, a sect called the One Sword Sect occupied Huashan. The sect fled and hid, and in the end, it ended up here. ”

Hearing this, Xu Lin let out a long sigh and said, "I didn't expect that the Huashan faction, which was famous back then, would end up in this field. ”

However, as for the One Sword Sect, he thought about it exhaustively, but he couldn't find any information about this sect.

He shook his head and said, "What is the origin of that One Sword Sect?"

Han Houzhong scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I haven't heard of it either, it may be a small sect, not very famous." ”

Xu Lin was stunned, and was a little overwhelmed by Han Hou's straightforwardness, and patted Han Houzhong's broad shoulder, his eyes flashed with anger, and said: "Yes, it's a small sect, sooner or later we will drive them away and take Huashan back." ”

"Well, Senior Sister Luo often says this, and often encourages us to cultivate well," Speaking of this, Han Houzhong suddenly turned his head and looked at Xu Lin, his eyes flashed with excitement, and said, "When I learn the skills in the future, I will open a sect by myself, the name will be the Second Sword Sect, and I will recruit disciples from the sect, drive away all the grandsons of the First Sword Sect, and snatch Huashan back." Then, I will give Huashan to Senior Sister Luo! Senior Sister Luo will definitely like it, and when the time comes, maybe it will ...... Hee-hee......"

Xu Lin was stunned for a moment, looking at Han Houzhong with an excited face, a little speechless.

Give it to Senior Sister Luo as a gift, Senior Sister Luo will definitely like it, what do you mean?

Xu Lin was a little messy.

This sounds fine, and there is nothing wrong with Han Houzhong's meaning, but why is it so weird? Han Houzhong is such an honest, honest, pure and kind person, and his lifelong ambition is to give gifts to that woman, is there something wrong with his brain?

How can this be?

How is this possible?

How could this happen?

Xu Lin glanced at Han Houzhong, who was walking around very seriously, muttering, and a little crazy, and his mind was even more chaotic.

"Why did you give Huashan to her?" Xu Lin couldn't hold back and finally asked.

"Senior Sister Luo likes it," Han Houzhong stopped, looked at Xu Lin like a rare animal, and was surprised by Xu Lin's knowingly asked, and then thought that Xu Lin had just come to the mountain, so he patiently explained, "All along, Senior Sister Luo has a wish, that is, to recapture Huashan." The year before last, she joined the inner gate, and even made a poisonous oath: not to return to Huashan, not to enter the red dust. ”

If you don't go back to Huashan, you won't enter the red dust? This is an excuse for rejecting suitors, right? Xu Lin rolled his eyes, you can believe this kind of poisonous oath.

"Senior Brother Xu, don't you believe it?" asked Han Houzhong in disbelief.

Xu Lin nodded without thinking about it, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Han Houzhong's eyes full of hope, and a look that you will definitely understand me, he shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said, "I believe it." ”

"I know that senior brother you will believe it, they don't believe it, only I believe it with you, and when I take it back, I will take it back to Huashan and give it to my senior sister as a gift, do you think my senior sister will be grateful to marry ......"

Han Houzhong was energetic, and Xu Lin finally understood why the girl surnamed Luo kept interrupting Han Houzhong's speech.

This guy is addicted to brain pumping.

He stopped Han Houzhong from continuing to speak, and if he continued to talk, he would have a headache.

Han Houzhong is honest and honest, simple and kind, and he doesn't talk much, but that's just because he didn't find a topic that suits his appetite.

There is probably only one topic he is interested in: Senior Sister Luo.

Xu Lin was very surprised, how could someone like Han Houzhong fall in love with this woman?