As the mainstay of today's Central Plains rivers and lakes, it is needless to say that Qilin Mountain Wanjianmen is strong, but it is indeed not easy for it to maintain a lonely arrogance under the pressure of the Xinyan Dynasty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There are 3,000 disciples under the Wanjian Gate, standing on eight hills, headed by Qilin Mountain, followed by Hutou Mountain, and each of the eight grandmasters occupies their own disciples.

The disciples in his sect are all one in a hundred, one in a thousand talents. I have never heard of the disciples of Wanjianmen in the rivers and lakes being bullied because their strength is too weak, even if the strength is really too weak, it is all the children of high-ranking officials who forcibly let Wanjianmen accept it by virtue of their own identity.

This is not only because the disciples in the sect are excellent, but also because the Taoism of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is profound, the Taoism is pure, and its exercises and swordsmanship are all first-class in the world.

Wanjianmen was not called Wanjianmen a long time ago, but Guiyimen, but because its name was against the meaning of the dynasty, it was forced to change its name to Wanjianmen. And the origin of this new name is that in the abyss under the Qilin Mountain, there are tens of thousands of ancient swords, as if there was a great battle that shocked the world in an unknown time.

The secluded years have passed, and the Ten Thousand Swords Gate is still here. Before the Xinyan Dynasty unified the Central Plains, there were no four famous families in the rivers and lakes.

In the past three days, there has been a spread among the disciples in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, a young man, a young man who has been kneeling outside the mountain gate for three days and three nights, and is still kneeling there.

A person with good deeds stood on the top of the hill and looked at the young man with his eyesight beyond ordinary people, and talked with the people around him.

At this time, on the Cuiyun Mountain of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, on the edge of a martial arts training ground made of white jade, two young men who were about sixteen or seventeen years old were looking at the figure at the gate of the mountain down the mountain.

Although they are the same age, their lives are very different. Most of the disciples in the Wanjian Sect are from some big families, and the extraordinary talent they have shown since childhood has made their families pay attention to them, so they have tried their best to send them to these famous sects.

And the children of poor families, even if they are talented and no one knows, then the road to Wanjianmen may not be able to walk for the rest of their lives.

"Lu Qiu, who do you say Li Changan is?"

The name of the person who spoke was Wanghou, as his name suggested, he looked round all over his body, he was from the family of today's princes, his status was not ordinary, and no one dared to offend him easily except for those disciples with the same prominent background in the mountain gate. But in terms of this martial arts practice, it is indeed the lagging behind.

And another person named Lu Qiu is different, he is handsome and dashing, graceful, and his temperament is simply one heaven and one underground compared to the appearance of this prince, and in martial arts practice, he is already a genius close to cultivation.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he did not answer. Although it was Rong Tieyi kneeling below, their focus was on Li Chang'an, who had been in charge of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect two days ago.

The prince pursed his lips, obviously familiar with this Luqiu's temperament, and said to himself, "Who is this Li Changan? How can I enter the mountain for five or six years, I have never heard of it, the head of the family has personally spread the word, that is definitely not an ordinary person." ”

Lu Qiu still didn't speak, just quietly looked at the bottom of the mountain.

The prince seemed to be unable to stand this embarrassing atmosphere, so he said to himself again, "I bet that our bodhisattva-hearted master will definitely bring him back to the mountains later, believe it or not, maybe he will become our junior brother in a few days." ”

The prince spoke confidently, as if he already knew the outcome.

Lu Qiu still didn't speak, and the prince also felt bored, so he smashed it twice and finally closed his mouth.

Return to the mountain gate of Wanjian Gate at Rong Tieyi.

I haven't eaten or drunk water for three days and three nights, and if I were an ordinary person, I'm afraid that I would be unable to support it in a day.

And Rong Tieyi was still kneeling there at this time, his eyes were closed, his right hand was holding the cyan long sword and struggling to support it, and there was only a slight gasp in his mouth, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow to hold on until now.

Several of the disciples guarding the mountain have already changed a group of people, but they still sigh and admire in their hearts, how many people in the world can have such a tenacious temperament? And he is only a sixteen-year-old boy.

They had seen Rong Tieyi fall down many times, and they were ready to help him to send him to a nearby town, but unexpectedly, Rong Tieyi pulled out the long sword behind his back and threatened him with his life, so that several people could not approach at all.

In addition to the admirable tenacity, there was also a frightening anger in those bloodshot eyes.

After several times, several people could only stand back inside the mountain gate, waiting for the moment when he completely fell.

Heavy rain, scorching sun, and strong wind failed to blow down Rong Tieyi's body, but at this moment, it seemed that he finally couldn't hold on.

The body is like a dead leaf on the tree, crumbling.

"Master. Rong Tieyi's voice was so weak that he couldn't even hear it, and a string of tears fell on the palm of his hand that was propped up on the ground.

But just as Rong Tieyi's figure slowly fell to the side, his slender jade hand held his shoulder.

Rong Tieyi was suspicious and tried his best to open his eyes to see the man, but he couldn't open his eyes.

As soon as it was dark, he fainted.

"I've seen Uncle Shi!"

The person who suddenly appeared next to Rong Tieyi and supported him was a woman, she was wearing Taoist clothes, but she couldn't hide her beautiful face that captivated the country and the city.

Several disciples were respectful and respectful, and they did not dare to be rude at all.

This person is Xu Changjiao, one of the eight great masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, who is now in his sixties, but several grandmasters of his generation are all white-haired old men, but Xu Changjiao maintains the face of a woman in her thirties, which makes everyone who has seen it marvel that this Taoist method of residing is really mysterious.

It also inspired many female disciples to practice hard, just to keep their pretty good face.

The Eight Great Masters of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are not only majestic and majestic in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, but even in the entire Central Plains rivers and lakes, they are all famous figures.

Several disciples were thinking about why this master suddenly appeared, only to see the red blue long sword on Xu Changjiao's back instantly unsheathed, choking, like a touch of blue light around her body for three weeks, fell at her feet.

Xu Changjiao waved his sleeves and left the mountain with Rong Tieyi's sword!

Imperial sword art, which is one of the profound methods of Taoism, originated from Taoism and carried forward in Taoism. It is impossible for a non-monastic to master it.

As one of the eight great masters, Xu Changjiao's strength is naturally beyond doubt.

The path of cultivation refers to the way of immortality, and the way of immortality stands on the martial arts, and the martial arts can be completed before they can further practice the path of immortality, although there are people who cross the martial arts and directly practice the path of immortality, but this is a minority after all, and the successful people can almost be said to be none.

Martial arts are divided into nine grades, nine grades of physical realm, eight grades of state of mind, seven grades of martial arts realm, six grades of earth Xuan realm, five grades of Xuanwu realm, four grades of King Kong realm, three grades of earth hall realm, two grades of Naqi realm, and one grade into the realm of gods.

And after the martial arts, there is the legendary road of eternal life, the road of immortality has three realms, the symbiosis of the three realms is not divided into before and after, once one of the realms is reached, it is no longer possible to practice other realms.

According to legend, these three realms have three kinds of mysterious abilities, the first realm of heavenly people, legend has it that such avenue masters can use the power of heaven and earth, call for wind and rain, attract thunder and lightning, and many wonderful methods are mysterious and mysterious, and can be called immortals.

However, this second realm transformation and the third realm transformation god have never had any exact rumors on the rivers and lakes, and most of them are some oral stories fabricated out of thin air.

As for whether there is a second or third realm, I'm afraid it's a little doubtful.

The eight mountains of Wanjianmen are respectively controlled by eight grandmasters, and the Cuiyun Mountain under the management of Xu Changjiao ranks third in Wanjianmen, this ranking refers to the height of the peaks, because the strength is too difficult to calculate, even if you want to count it, you can only count the strength of a few grandmasters.

But several grandmasters are all unattainable figures, and they will not be idle and learn from each other, so that the disciples in the sect who are strong and who are weak have no bottom in their hearts. It is also because of this that the disciples regard the mountain where they are located as the strongest, and there are many private battles between them.

And among the eight peaks, there is a shortest mountain next to Cuiyun Mountain, called Hutou Mountain, and there is a cliff behind the mountain, which is not high, less than 30 zhang. It is also easy to go down, there is a stone staircase that has been hewn out by hand, extending from one side.

The cliff was empty, there was nothing but a grave that had been left unattended for years.

The mountain wind blew down, blowing the weeds on the grave, and it looked a little lonely.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the cliff, the figure was burly and tall, with extraordinary momentum, and the white hair on his temples was blowing behind him in the wind, and he seemed to be a middle-aged man with early white hair.

At the same time, another figure appeared beside him, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, his head was already white, and his old face was full of wrinkles, he sighed softly, and said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Do you really want to do this?"

The middle-aged man's expression moved slightly, and the corner of his eye glanced at the lonely tomb in the cliff, and he whispered, "The door rules are like this, even if it is him, it must be like this." ”

The old man sighed softly, his eyes dimmed, and then he turned and walked towards the mountain, muttering to himself, "Hey, I should have gone to you for a drink or two, so I just left, hey." ”