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Luoyun Country, Linlang County.

Linlang County is located in the south of Luoyun Country, there are hundreds of large and small towns in Linlang County, and there are three major sects in Linlang County, Huoyun Sect, Qingxia Sect, and Ziwei Sect. Among them, the strongest is the Huoyun Sect, and the weakest is the Ziwei Sect.

In Linlang County, there are dozens of large and small mountain bandits entrenched in the mountains, occupying the mountains as the king, opposing the three major sects, robbing passing caravans and pedestrians at the same time, and sometimes looting towns, burning, killing and looting, all evil.

The three major sects of the Huoyun Sect, the Qingxia Sect, and the Ziwei Sect are the three overlords of Linlang County, and these mountain bandits naturally stand on the opposite side of the three major sects by doing so, and the three major sects have also been trying their best to suppress the rampant evil deeds of the mountain bandits, but with little success.

For a long time, the mountain bandits and the sect have been on opposite sides.

Crape Myrtle Sect.

The Crape Myrtle Sect has nine peaks, extending thousands of meters towards the sky, among them, the highest peak is hundreds of meters higher than the other eight peaks, straight into the sky, dark clouds and clouds, the remaining eight peaks are circular to surround this peak, faintly respect it, and this peak is the Crape Myrtle Peak of the Crape Myrtle Sect, which is the place where the head of the Crape Myrtle Sect cultivates and lives on weekdays.

On the Dawn Peak, one of the nine peaks, on the roof of a simple wooden house, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes at this time, and immediately, the moment he opened his eyes, a sour pain entered his whole body, and the young man couldn't help but moan, in order to relieve the painful feeling coming from all over his body.

But at this moment, after the painful feeling, an even greater pain swept over the boy's brain, and in an instant, the boy felt as if something was stirring in his whole head, and it was about to burst him.

Ye Zun roared, and the whole person suddenly rolled down from the wooden bed, holding his head in his hands, curled up together, and kept rolling on the ground, his expression was extremely painful, his delicate face was completely distorted, the blood stripes the size of earthworms on his forehead bulged, and his eyes bulged out fiercely, like a devoured poison was making a final struggle, looking hideous and abnormal.

Streams of vast information forcibly integrated into Ye Zun's mind when Ye Zun was suffering, and those messages were orderly, paragraph by paragraph, piece by piece of information at the end to form an esoteric article.

About half an hour later, the pain gradually faded, and Ye Zun's miserable white face slowly regained its look, but because of the previous pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, Ye Zun's eyes still had a trace of palpitations, and the pain Ye Zun felt for the first time just now, which made him indescribable, several times more uncomfortable than death.

However, after his demeanor returned to normal, Ye Zun found for the first time that there was some more information in his mind, as if someone had imposed it.

The way of the sword is ever-changing, and it is based on the body as the sword, the heart as the sword, and the soul as the sword......

The swordsman holds the sword with his hand, and the sword can be in charge of the sword, the way of the sword is like the beginning, one is one, two is two, but it is also changing, it can be said that one life is two, two is three, and three is everything......

However, all things can be traced back to their origins, and all things are inseparable from their origins, and all things are one from the beginning......

Kendo is broad and profound, and the world can't see it......

The realm of gods, the realm of grandmasters, is like ascending to the sky, and it is like a fog in a mirror, and the flowers in the fog are finally separated by a layer.

......

Ye Zun was stunned and absorbed the words in his mind, and he couldn't understand the meaning of a single word in it.

"What's going on? Being beaten up by those guys in the white pipe actually made me have a lot of information in my head?"

Ye Zun sat on the ground and muttered to himself in a daze, he only remembered that when he went to find Han Xiaoyu yesterday, he was blocked by the guys in Baiguan halfway, and he was taunted by the other party and taught him a hard lesson, Ye Zun couldn't remember the last thing, but someone should have sent him back after he was knocked unconscious by Baiguan and others.

But it didn't matter, the important thing was that there was an extra piece of information in his mind for no reason, which made Ye Zun puzzled.

I can't figure it out, after a while, Ye Zun didn't want to, his eyes swept away, Ye Zun's gaze fell on the index finger of his right hand, fortunately, the white ring with lace was still on his hand, this ring was bought by Ye Zun's father when he was a child, and it was not a treasure, but for Ye Zun, it was more precious than a treasure.

Ye Zun was born poor and was the only son in the family, but when Ye Zun was eight years old, there were mountain bandits who went down the mountain to massacre the village, Ye Zun's parents were killed by the mountain bandits at that time, and the surviving Ye Zun was lucky enough to escape by hiding him in the water tank by Ye's father.

The mountain bandits slaughtered the village, and more than a dozen families in the village were not spared, and in the end, the only people who survived in the village were Ye Zun and another little girl, and the two survived by luck, and finally were brought back to the Ziwei Sect by the elders of the Ziwei Sect who came one step later, and they grew up to the present.

And it was precisely because of this that Ye Zun especially cherished the white ring in his hand, which was the only gift that his father bought for him when he was alive.

However, yesterday, Bai Guan and others ridiculed Ye Zun, a dignified man, but with a girl's things, he said that he wanted to take off the ring in Ye Zun's hand, and in the end Ye Zun refused, so he was beaten badly.

Ye Zun reached out and stroked the ring on his index finger, but at the moment when Ye Zun's finger just touched the white ring, the white ring suddenly turned into powder like a stone sculpture that had weathered countless years, falling to the ground and being blown away by the wind.

Ye Zun was stunned and cried.

Silent crying in the cabin.

The only thing my father left for him was gone.

A silent tear slipped from the corner of Ye Zun's eyes, and fell to the ground with a thud, at this moment, his heart was empty, as if the only spiritual pillar had been shattered.

After a long time, Ye Zun came back to his senses and thought about what was going on.

"Could it be that the information in my mind is related to this ring?" The extra information in my mind and the white ring turning into powder were so strange and natural to Ye Zun, Ye Zun linked the two together, and Ye Zun couldn't think of anything else.

Thinking of this, Ye Zun sat down cross-legged and rechecked which piece of information.

Half a time later, an extremely wonderful look appeared on Ye Zun's face, like excitement, and like excitement, he opened his eyes, and Ye Zun muttered excitedly, "This is actually an extremely profound kendo essence!"

Just now, Ye Zun tried to understand the information in which article, and it took half a time for Ye Zun to understand a word, but he didn't understand it thoroughly, but even though it was only one word, it was like a huge wealth for Ye Zun, which benefited him immensely at this moment, and he had a new understanding and comprehension of kendo.

Thinking of the things he had just understood, Ye Zun gradually suppressed the excitement in his heart, Ye Zun gradually thought deeply, there is no doubt that there is an extremely profound kendo essence in his mind, Ye Zun slowly understands it, and the progress in the future will definitely be great, but this matter, Ye Zun will not mention it to anyone.

Thinking that there was such a treasure trove of martial arts in his mind that he could never enjoy for the rest of his life, Ye Zun's eyes bloomed with a dazzling light.

In the future, he will definitely no longer be a miscellaneous disciple Ye Zun.

Since the age of eight, since coming to the Ziwei Sect, although Ye Zun has begun to cultivate, but in the seven years from the age of eight to the age of fifteen, Ye Zun's progress can not be described as turtle speed, as long as seven years, Ye Zun's martial arts realm has actually reached the sixth heaven of the sword, a genius with good talent, if you want to cultivate from the first heaven of the sword master to the sixth heaven of the sword, you can do it in one year, but Ye Zun took seven years.

Therefore, in the second year of coming to Ziwei Sect, seeing that Ye Zun had spent a year cultivating to the Sword Warrior Double Heaven, he was demoted to a miscellaneous disciple.

There are four divisions of disciples in the Ziwei Sect, and the lowest level is the miscellaneous disciples, who are specifically responsible for carrying water and chopping wood for cleaning, and they belong to the category of cleaning aunts.

However, if you break through to the Sword Warrior Eight Heavens, you don't have to do this.

Above the miscellaneous disciples are the outer disciples, and then there are the four ladders of inner disciples, core disciples.

As for the division of the martial arts realm, Ye Zun has only heard of some in the mouths of other disciples, above the swordsman (one heavy heaven to nine heavens) is the swordsman realm, which is divided into the early, middle and late stages, and then the sword master, the sword general, and the sword king. After that, Ye Zun didn't understand, and at this moment, as a swordsman, the Sixth Heaven, he was not qualified to understand.

"White Pipe ......"

Thinking of this person who had bullied him for five or six years, the corners of Ye Zun's mouth naturally showed a smile, Ye Zun believed that with this nameless sword essence chapter, he would definitely be able to go far in martial arts, at least not comparable to the likes of white pipes.

Got up, patted his buttocks, Ye Zun repeated the work he had done for five or six years like no one else, first after cleaning a garden that belonged to him, Ye Zun came to a forest to pick up a bundle of firewood, and finally came to a small waterfall to pick up water and walked to the peak, Ye Zun opened his hands, and hung a wooden bucket in one hand, which was filled with water, Ye Zun's footsteps quickly went towards a sheep intestine path up the mountain.

......

After finishing the day's work, Ye Zun was also tired enough, but fortunately, after doing these tasks, the rest of the time was his own, and after resting in the room for a while, Ye Zun took off a sword hanging on the wall and walked towards a small forest behind his house, that place is relatively hidden, Ye Zun often goes when he is fine, and on weekdays, basically no one goes anywhere.

Behind this grove, there is a cliff, there is a wide open space of more than ten meters on the edge of the cliff, coming to this place, Ye Zun began to practice swords as in the past, although Ye Zun's qualifications are low, but he works hard every day, but the times are different from the past, today to practice swords, Ye Zun found that many places that he did not understand in the past were naturally integrated, and the crape myrtle swordsmanship was cultivated by Ye Zun to the fifth style in one hour.

In the past, Ziwei Sword Technique Ye Zun had only cultivated to the third form, and he could barely perform the fourth form, but today the fifth form was actually naturally displayed, Ye Zun was overjoyed, he knew that it was because he had comprehended a word in that sword essence article.

The crape myrtle sword technique is the basic sword technique of the crape myrtle sect, and it is the sword technique that every disciple who enters the crape myrtle sect must practice, and the crape myrtle sword technique has a total of nine styles, and now, Ye Zun has cultivated to the fifth form - the rising sun.

With a sword in one hand, Ye Zun took a step, and the void and real sword pierced the air, and immediately a morning glow gushed out, turning into a dazzling glow and shooting into the void.

After Ye Zun practiced the swordsmanship for a while, he stopped and blindly practiced the sword, although there was progress, but he still needed a further understanding of the moves before he could amplify the power of the swordsmanship.