This hot pot Chinese New Year's Eve banquet in Qingshan lasted for a long time.

Following.

Three poles on the sun.

For the first time in more than three months, the teenager who did not get up early to practice slowly got up from the wooden bed.

The residual drunken pain in his mind made Fang Chen shake his head unnaturally at first, and then half-squinted his eyes and looked down into his arms.

The wine bottle that emitted a faint glow of verdant dripping in the morning light was being held tightly by Fang Chen in his arms at this moment.

There is still a vague smell of wine.

Fang Chen, who was in a trance remembering last night's events in his mind, shook his head slightly, then smiled and changed into a newly bought cyan robe, tied up the jade pendant and wine bottle, tied the blue beads sent by the fifth senior brother with the red rope that had been stringed with snow-white beads before, and put the brocade bag given by the old peak master in his arms.

Pack a package with clothes to bear.

Pick up the abyss.

Today, Uncle Xiao went down to Qingshan.

Pushing open the gate of the bamboo courtyard, the rare winter sun splashed dappled sunlight on the bamboo sea, and the corners of the young man's mouth raised slightly.

"Ziping, Xiao Fan, Xiao Jiang, Uncle Shi went down the mountain today, a few of you who are nephews have a heart, Uncle Shi will always remember. ”

Looking up at Zhang Ziping and the three of them who were waiting in front of the courtyard early, Fang Chen coughed lightly twice, nodded and smiled in a condescending tone unique to elders.

"Well, then we would like to thank Uncle Xiao a lot. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Ziping, who deliberately came here to practice for Fang Chen, raised his eyebrows slightly, put down the sword weapon in his hand, and walked towards the little uncle with his fists.

"Brother Ping, Uncle Xiao is going down the mountain, we can't say goodbye to him?"

Chu Jiang and the three of them, who surrounded Fang Chen from three directions, smiled evilly, and immediately attacked Fang Chen's body one after another.

"Chu Jiang, attack his left armpit, I scratch the right, Uncle Xiao is the most afraid of itching. ”

The laughter of the teenager spread far and wide in the sea of bamboo.

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"Master. ”

"Fang Chen, the body of the sword yuan cultivated the day after tomorrow can already protect you from singing in the Nine Realms, but the teacher still hopes that you will remember that the longer the sword cultivation is sharpened, the more solid the foundation is laid, and the greater the possibility of climbing to the top floor.

Humble Feng has never liked parting, so where your three senior brothers are, you don't have to say goodbye.

As for the practice of kendo, the old man has always advocated that disciples go out of their own way, so these days, your three senior brothers have led you to get a first glimpse of the scenery on the third floor, but you still need to go to the world to find your way.

Finally, knock on the sword cliff next to the stele peak, you can go and see it before leaving. ”

On the misty cliff of the humble peak, the old peak master who was still practicing here opened his eyes and looked at this little apprentice who was about to go out of the mountain to sharpen his kendo, and nodded slowly with his beard.

So, the young man with the sword on his back made one last move, and then turned and walked down the mountain.

"Senior uncle, Fang Chen, the identity of the little junior brother, after all, is still related to the disorderly, although the three junior disciples have already cleaned up the spies around the green mountains yesterday, but let him go down the mountain alone to practice, if the cultivation of the four realms is still too difficult to deal with the night. ”

It was still that cloud and mist, and Ling Ziqi, who hurriedly changed the red robe on his body early in the morning, appeared beside the old peak master at some point, looking at the young man whose back disappeared on the stone steps of Humble Peak.

"In the sub-period, the Great Xia monarch has been in the world for thousands of years, although we don't say it, but we all understand that Qingshan's sword has been contaminated with a lot of court breath in these years, and the sword of the northern battlefield is for the common people of the world, but Great Xia is the master of the world, in the final analysis, Qingshan's sword is also three points for the imperial power.

Although Fang Chen had already entered the Humble Peak to practice, and the old man and Xun Liu, a few people also took him to open the door of the sword, but not surprisingly, it was Chen Jiansheng who had the deepest impact on his cultivation, and Chen Jiansheng's sword path was completely different from Qingshan's sword path.

Therefore, where his sword path will go in the end, it depends on himself, as for the difficulty of going down the mountain, the road of continuing the past and opening up the future with that sword immortal is easy, but the path of my closed disciple is probably ten times or even a hundred times more dripping blood than others. ”

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As the holy land of the world's swordsmanship, Qingshan not only inherits a variety of swordsmanship and sword techniques that are incomparable to other sects, but also engraves the profound sword intent of the world's sword nine with great divine powers.

There are nine large monuments more than 100 feet high.

From Sword One to Sword Nine, whenever Qingshan's patrolling sword knows that there is a shocking sword trick coming out, he will use Qingshan's unique secret method to go to the place where the sword is released to grab a few remaining sword qi and sword intent.

And in the past ten thousand years, the nine sword moves with the highest sword intent and the most flourishing sword qi are the sword nine known as the supreme sword in the sword qi chief forest.

Jian Jiu is engraved on the stone tablet for the world's sword cultivators to admire and comprehend.

Therefore, all sword cultivators are proud of learning to become Sword Nine, and all sword immortals are bound to pursue becoming Sword Nine with a sword.

The nine tall and simple stone monuments, under the monument often people sit and enlighten, out of the mountain after a sword stunning the world.

Sword Nine has not changed for 700 years.

And in the past seven hundred years, the sword path has been claimed to be the most likely to replace Jian Jiu with a sword, which is the sword armor in the world fifteen years ago, the heavenly sword immortal Chen Jiansheng.

That sword in the sky was once rated as a sword move with sword qi that was not inferior to sword nine, and the sword intent was only three points inferior.

It's a pity that Chen Jiansheng has not been out of the world for fifteen years.

No one knows when the next sword move to replace Ken Jiu will appear.

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There are two roads leading to the mountain of the mountain, one is inside the mountain, and the other is outside the mountain.

The nine-stacked sword array that envelops the entire green mountain, and the only place left behind that the sword qi is not as good as the sword qi is the Tuobei Peak.

Qingshan believes that the world's sword nine should be enlightened by the world's sword cultivators.

Fang Chen, who had descended from the Humble Peak, because of the powerful physique given by the cultivation of the Four Realms, came to the Tuobei Peak again in just half an hour.

The nine stone tablets that can be seen in the eye, because of the perennial immersion of the sword intent, have already taken on a vague sword shape.

The young man who was carrying the abyss behind him felt the trembling of the sword behind him the moment he stopped in front of the stone monument.

Thousands of years ago, the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal also left a sword when he killed the Demon Emperor in the north, and that sword is also the current Sword Five.

There is a wood in the east of the sky, and the candle dragon is placed below.

That sword was the wanton heroism of the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal who first cut the Candle Dragon's bloodline, and then laughed and wanted to kill the Candle Dragon back to Qingshan.

The younger generations of Aoyama called this sword a candle.

Reaching out and gently patting Shen Yuan's somewhat scorching sword body, Fang Chen took a deep breath of cold air, and wanted to raise his foot to comprehend the sword.

It's just that the young man's footsteps have not yet been taken, and the distant bell that Qingshan has not heard for seven hundred years suddenly rang.

Nine bells rang through the sky.

The dense shadows of the negative sword on the peak of the stele were awakened by the sound of the bell, and they were all stunned.

Then the younger swordsmen made a noise in dissatisfaction, while those old sword cultivators who really had some knowledge and knowledge suddenly brightened their eyes after thinking for a while, and they trembled and stretched out their hands to point to the group of Qingshan sword cultivators who came to the Stele Peak with swords.

The sword warriors around Sword Ridge were driven away.

The white-haired old man who was the leader of this group of newly returned Qingshan Sword Patrol Swords first made a sword salute towards the stone tablet that looked the lowest in the shape of the sword among the nine stone tablets.

Then he put the almost illusory snow-white sword shadow in his hand into the stele.

The snow-white sword shadow entered the stone tablet, and in just an instant, it turned into a white sword qi in the shape of a dragon, and at the same time, the sword qi in the original stone tablet also turned into a tiger shape.

Enter the Dragon.

The two sword qi met each other, and the long swords of the swordsmen around them began to tremble with the sound of two swords, one in front and one in the back, and then after half a pillar of incense, the stone tablet on that side regained its calm.

The eyes of the old man who came here with the illusory white sword in his hand narrowed slightly, and he was a little surprised for a while, he knew that this sword was very strong, but he never expected it to be so strong.

It was so easy to suppress Jian Jiu.

Seeing that Qingshan Sword Cultivator was here, the originally noisy Daobei Peak suddenly quieted down, and after those old sword cultivators told the young swordsmen what had happened, the swordsmen of the entire Daobei Peak stood solemnly and solemnly in place.

As if a believer, he stood still and waited for something to happen.

They were devout believers in the way of the sword.

After the pale sword qi little dragon smashed the tiger-shaped sword qi, it was silent for about dozens of breaths, and then raised its head and rushed towards the top of the stone tablet.

Then the stele began to shake, and even began to rise visibly to the naked eye.

Soon, this sword stele surpassed most of the other eight steles.

But it hasn't stopped.

That wisp of snow-white sword qi seemed to be like its master, and he had no scruples about taking out his sword, wantonly displaying his sword intent.

So the stele continued to rise until it was only three feet away from the tallest stele before the snow-white dragon turned into illusion again and fell silent in the stele.

The white-haired old man who witnessed all this happened opened his mouth wide, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and then turned his head and gave the apprentice beside him a violent shudder, until he saw that his beloved apprentice's eyes were filled with tears because of the pain, and he laughed out loud.

Then the white-haired old man's eyes also glowed with starlight.

Turned around and looked at the vast sea of people who carried the sword of the stele peak.

"Today, the world's sword nine changes, the heavenly sword immortal Chen Jiansheng's sword ascends to the top of the sword eight, the sword name is 'heaven and earth', everyone, send the heavenly sword immortal!"

The loud shouts rang out suddenly.

There are thousands of sword weapons in the green mountains.

There are also a hundred and ten swords flying up on the stele peak.

"Send the Heavenly Sword Immortal!

The sound of swords that resounded through the heavens and the earth and the neat shouts of the sword cultivators swept through the heavens and the earth with the fierce wind.

Today, the world's kendo has taken a step forward.

"Uncle Shi, it seems that this little junior brother is so showy wherever he goes. ”

Thousands of sword weapons are in the air, but there are five sword weapons that are particularly eye-catching, the old peak master and Lingzi period in the green mountains watched the frost and the void hovering up, and then moved their eyes to the stele peak, and shot the seal to cover the face of Fang Chen, who was in the abyss volley behind him.

"Why, the old man's disciple can't be in the limelight yet, but Xie Lao Wei, it's not good to stay in Nanyu and go to Qingshan to do something. ”

When the old peak master of Humble Peak heard this, he sneered lightly twice, and then squinted his eyes at the other sword weapon that could be compared to Frost and Cold in addition to Shen Yuan.

"The old monster is probably idle, and he has come to talk to someone again. However, Chen Jiansheng was unexpected, if there was no injury of the Great Dao, if he wanted to use his sword realm, I am afraid that he would have already broken through that big threshold and beheaded another demon emperor from Xia City to raise his sword power.

It's a pity, if this sword reaches its peak, I'm afraid it can really compete with Sword Ninety. It seems that it was normal for you to be inferior to him back then, but the old man blamed you wrongly. ”

Retracting his mind from the sword, the old peak lord turned to look at the stone tablet, his eyes showed rare regret and admiration, and then looked at Lingzi Period with a look of disdain.