In the third year of the opening of the Jubilee, on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, early autumn, late at night.

A tall, thin old man with a melancholy face sat alone on the couch. The old man's eyes were staring straight ahead, and he was thinking about something he was thinking, and the piano was placed on a large vermilion lacquer table in front of the couch.

On the table, this guqin stand is a chair, the black lacquer on the piano surface has been slightly cracked and yellowed, and the corner of the piano surface is finely hooked with two seal characters - "Dragon Yin", and it is known at a glance that this piano is a treasure of great value.

The old man sat for a long time, and then slowly came back to his senses, straightened his posture, hooked the strings with both hands, the sound of the piano was soft and long, and he listened to it for a while, it turned out to be Cai Wenji's "Eighteen Beats of Hu Ji". The old man's initial piano tone is peaceful, the tone is sad, it is the sad and sad tune of "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", after a while, the piano tone gradually increases, the tone accelerates, and the sound of gold and stone in the tune is greatly vibrate, "Zheng, Zheng, Zheng", several sounds in a row, faintly bring out the chest of millions of male soldiers, charging into battle, killing the enemy and seizing the pass, which is very different from the desolate atmosphere of "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats". After a while, the sound of the piano slowly calmed down again, and the lingering sound returned to the desolate and sad tune, and occasionally the piano tone was raised, and it seemed that the heart was uneven, and the grief and indignation were inexplicable. The aftermath lingers, and people can't help but lament for the Fuqin people.

After half an hour, the sound of the piano slowly slowed down, and finally it stopped quietly. For a long time, the old man still pressed his hands on the strings, as if he was still immersed in the sound just now.

Finally, the old man stood up and came to the desk on the side, there were several rows of books neatly placed on the desk, and there was a thick stack of books in front of the books, and a copy of the folds was spread out in the middle of the table, which was the "Ten Treatises on Mei Qin" that had been presented to the emperor but was ignored and put on the shelf.

The old man slowly turned a page and read it softly word by word: "There is a fixed situation in the north and south, and Wu Chu's fragility is not enough to compete in the Central Plains. He also reads: "If the two enemies hold each other, if they cannot get their feelings, they will be suspicious, and if they are suspicious, they will be shocked, and they will not be able to deal with them......

Reading and reading, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears, the old tears were rampant, and he said hatefully: "Zhou Bida Xiaoer, you and other young people who believe in the truth, only hate the saint for not distinguishing between loyalty and treachery, and I don't know the good intentions of the old minister!"

At this time, a desolate and long erhu sound came from the deep alley in the distance, accompanied by the erhu music was an old and hoarse singing, only to hear the song singing: "The body of the sword, the name of the hero." Accompany the king like a tiger, return home for three lives, the bird hides the bow, the rabbit dies and the dog cooks, the son of heaven sits in the dragon court, and the civil and military life returns to the yin ......"

The old man listened to it sincerely, and thought to himself: "Although it is said that the court is still breathing, it can be regarded as a peaceful world, who is so bold and dares to slander the court so much." But after thinking about it again, although he is full of wealth and sacrifices his life to serve the Son of Heaven, isn't he also framed by the villain, and he is getting farther and farther away from the temple, sighing and ignoring it.

After thinking about it, he got up and took a huge sword from the wall, and with a "zheng" sound, a white light shot out, and the sword was unsheathed, the sound was like a dragon's groan, and the old man also roared, and with an arrow step, he jumped into the courtyard outside the house, and danced the sword alone in the moonlight.

This old man is today's celebrity Xin Qiji, this year, he has passed the old age, and has been in seclusion for many years, at that time, Song Ningzong ascended the throne, and it has been more than 70 years since the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty.

And this is Shangrao Lead Mountain, and Xin Qiji has been here intermittently for twenty-five years.

Xin Qiji was ordered to guard Jingkou two years ago, as the prefect of Zhenjiang, the year of the sixtieth year, came to Zhenjiang alone, accompanied by only the long sword in his hand, the process of this long sword is also very strange, one day, he came to Jingkou Beiguting alone to relax, climb high and look, nostalgic for the past.

However, just when he was embarrassed and was about to go down the mountain to return home, something strange happened.

At that time, the sky suddenly changed greatly, the gusts of wind from nowhere blew up, blowing a cloud of clouds covered by the day like dusk, the river kept turning up big waves, under the cover of dark clouds a red red, the wind and waves came one after another, bigger and bigger, and finally the river kept turning up the huge waves that were as high as a high wall, and the huge waves slapped on the reef on the shore, like a ghost crying and howling.

Another huge wave came, and the huge wave was dotted with black rays, and lightning struck Xin Qi like a bolt.

Xin Qiji is also a master of swordsmanship, his mind moved, he knew that this black mang was very unusual, the black mang was still dozens of zhang away, and a bloody breath had arrived in front of him, forcing him to suffocate his breath, and he wanted to vomit, and his divine thoughts were also surrounded by a large group of bloody qi, and he could no longer perceive outside his body. Xin Qiji's protective flying sword is behind him, the sword moves at will, the flying sword flashes coldly, it has been blocked in front of him, and he turned to face the black mang, who knows that the flying sword just blocked his body, he was wrapped in a cloud of black gas, and he couldn't move forward, and then the black mang was close to the front, Xin Qiji saw clearly at this time, it turned out to be a thin bladed short knife that was not more than a foot long, and the blade was in the shape of a crescent moon, and the short knife was surrounded by black gas, hidden in the shape of wings。

As soon as the sword flashed, his flying sword was split into pieces and fell to the ground one after another, Xin Qiji only said that his limit had arrived, and he closed his eyes and waited for death.

Who knows, at this moment, a thunderbolt in the sky struck, shaking away the black fog, and then a red flame-like red light hit the black mang, the black light was sheng, turned around to meet it, a red and a black two sword lights collided together, the black mang was cut into two at once, and the black mang that was broken into two was defeated and fled, but was chased by the red light tightly and fell into the Yangtze River.

The red light turned into tens of thousands of sword rays, and in a flicker of the surroundings, it shattered the demonic wind in the sky, and restored the original appearance of the day when the red sun was at the head. Xin Qiji opened his eyes, and this time he saw clearly that the red light that saved his life was a giant sword more than six feet long, and the giant sword repelled the black mang, as if it had spirituality, and slowly fell into Xin Qiji's hands.

Xin Qiji was surprised and delighted, picked up the sword, and when he looked carefully, he saw a faint red light on the sword body, and the golden talismans above and below the blade kept flowing like flowing water, and his mind moved slightly, and the sword body emitted an inch long red sword light. Xin Qiji didn't know who saved himself with such a divine soldier, and also gave him the sword divine soldier, and he was grateful in his heart, and he said in his heart, he must have fought against the Jin soldiers, and had the ambition of saving the country and saving people, so that the immortals could save him. Busy Miandong bowed and saluted, thanking the immortals for saving their lives. Since then, the sword has never left his hand, and he has loved his own life.

Xin Qi danced the sword for more than an hour, and the more he danced, the more energetic he felt, and he couldn't help but be proud, and gradually exerted his life's skills, the red light in the courtyard was shining, and the sword qi was horizontal. After a while, it wasn't until the moon reached the middle of the sky that Xin Qiji stopped his body, holding the long sword in his hand, and said in his heart, he had empty ambitions, but he was bound and could not use it, just like your sword was empty, but there was nowhere to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, it was really an indescribable heroic shortness of breath.

Suddenly, the sword body trembled, and the golden talisman flashed and disappeared, Xin Qiji knew that this was a warning from the sword, so he hurriedly urged his skills to quickly search for the divine mind within a radius of several miles, but he found nothing different. Immediately said loudly: "I don't know which friend came to visit the old man at night, and asked him to come out to serve tea." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a person walking out of the darkness, wearing a black robe, with a white face, about forty years old, with a gloomy complexion, and no expression could be seen.

Xin Qiji's mind swept away, but he couldn't even detect a little murderous aura and information, and the person in front of him was as if he was transparent. Xin Qiji knew that his opponent's skills were much higher than his own, and he was not afraid, so he said loudly: "Who is Your Excellency, who came to visit Xin late at night, I don't know what advice you have?"

The man in black said gloomily: "Jiaxuan's name is powerful in the world, and he is just a Jiangye villager, a nameless person, and Jiaxuan doesn't know it." ”

Xin Qi's illness was arrogant by nature, and when he saw that people avoided talking about it, he didn't ask much, so he smiled and said: "That's okay, please come into the house to serve tea." ”

The man in black was expressionless, and said: "I have heard for a long time that Brother Jiaxuan is hospitable and bold, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation." ”

Xin Qiji said: "Wilderness mountain people, Brother Dao is so loved, I didn't have to defile Brother Dao's ears. ”

The man in black said: "Don't dare, don't dare." I don't tell lies in front of Brother Jiaxuan, but I came to invite Brother Jiaxuan on the road this time. ”

"Get on the road. Xin Qiji looked up to the sky and snorted, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao is really fast-talking, but I still hope that Brother Dao's real name will tell him, so that Xin can know who sent Xin a certain ride." ”

The man in black hesitated slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't hide it from Brother Jiaxuan, it's the wind beard below." ”

Xin Qiji groaned: "Brother Dao's name Xin really hasn't heard of it, and I ask Brother Dao to tell me in detail." ”

The man in black nodded and said: "The name of the next is indeed almost unknown to people in the world today, if Brother Jiaxuan opens his mouth, he will say that he will look up for a long time, but he will also look down on Brother Jiaxuan a few points below." ”

"Brother Dao's sword aura is deeply hidden, but he is a master today, Xin is lonely and unheard, ashamed and ashamed. Xin Qi said.

"Hahaha. The man in black looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, but his face did not have the slightest joy, and he said in a deep voice: "Life is a lifetime, the grass and trees are autumn, Brother Jiaxuan is a hero, and he has been incognito for thousands of years, how can Brother Jiaxuan know?"

"Thousands of years?" Xin Qiji was also taken aback, looked up at the man in black, and knew that what the other party said was definitely not a lie, and hurriedly said: "That Dao brother must be a senior of a master like a sword immortal." ”

The man in black shook his head and said, "The seniors don't dare to be masters, they just live a few more years." He also said: "Brother Jiaxuan, although you and I have no grievances or hatreds, but we are under the orders of others, and we can't help ourselves, please Brother Jiaxuan, don't be surprised." ”

Xin Qiji said in a deep voice: "The predecessor is a master in the world, and he will never kill innocent people for no reason, and I hope that I will make the next death understand." ”

The man in black muttered, "The cause and effect should not have been told, because this is a top secret in the door. But if you don't tell the cause and effect, you will definitely not be able to complete this mission, so after thinking about it again, you are still ready to tell Brother Jiaxuan everything. ”

Xin Qiji said loudly: "Your martial arts cultivation is ten times better than mine, and taking my life is like taking my life, but what is the difficulty? If you don't want to explain, I will never be strong." ”

The gloomy face of the man in black finally squeezed out a trace of embarrassment, nodded and said, "Brother Jiaxuan's heroism has not diminished back then, and it is really appropriate to compare himself with Lian Po. I don't know if Brother Jiaxuan ever knew about Ou Yezi, the sword-forging grandmaster during the Spring and Autumn Period?"

Xin Qiji didn't expect the man in black to bring the topic straight to thousands of years ago, groaned, and said: "Ou Yezi is the Sword Casting Grandmaster of the Spring and Autumn Period, it is said that he later soared to the sky and eventually became a sword immortal, and he is the ancestor of my Sword Sect, of course I know." ”

The man in black nodded, looked up at the moon shadow in Zhongtian for a long time, as if recalling some past events, and after a while, he said: "Ou Yezi's swordsmanship is superb, and the sword-casting supernatural power is even a little inferior to the Heavenly Da Luo Jin Immortal. ”

"Yes, there are also the two cadres and Mo Ye and his wife, and it is said that they also have to pass on Ou Yezi's magic skills. Xin Qiji said.

The man in black shook his head and said: "Brother Jiaxuan only knows one thing, but he doesn't know the other, although the cadre and Mo Ye are also the descendants of Ou Yezi, they don't have the talent to forge swords, if they can't grasp the timing and heat of the divine sword refining no matter what, that is, they can't understand the calculation of ghosts and gods." ”

Seeing that Xin Qiji's face was uncertain, the man in black said again: "The Divine Sword is natural, it should know the heavens and the earth, tell the ghosts and gods, calculate the heavenly machine, and know that the most accurate moment of the divine sword refining is not a single cent, and it will make the divine sword inferior." The cadres and Mo Xie couldn't figure out the essentials of the destiny together, and in the end they could only die for the sake of two swords, which is also the calamity that the two of them deserved!"

Xin Qiji is also a master of swordsmanship, and he naturally knows nothing more about the cadres and Mo Ye, but the two of them are also ancient sword-casting masters, and no one has been able to match them throughout the ages, but now he can hear the black-clothed man in front of him repeatedly accusing the cadres and Mo Xie and his wife, and he was slightly dissatisfied in his heart, and said: "Since Brother Dao is so proficient in sword casting, he must be a sword-casting master, but he doesn't know ......."

"What kind of divine sword has come out, right?" The man in black hurriedly said: "Don't blame Brother Jiaxuan for being confused, it's not the one who repeatedly accuses the cadre and Mo Ye in the next time, I think those two are also the grandmasters of the sword-forging generation, how can a nameless person be allowed to point out indiscriminately." I wonder if Brother Jiaxuan understands that when he was the same generation as Ou Yezi, there were two people with the same name as the sword judges?"

Xin Qiji suddenly came to his senses and said loudly: "Yes, Wind Beard and Xue Candle." Your Excellency is the world's master of the sword, Wind Beard. ”

Windbeard smiled slightly and said, "I dare not be ashamed of the word master." It was the sword critic back then, and it was more than 2,000 years in a flash. ”

Xin Qiji no longer had any doubts in his heart, and said loudly: "It turned out to be a swordsmanship senior, and Jia Xuan is polite." ”

Windbeard shook his head and said, "Don't dare to be." Although I have some thin names, but it was thousands of years ago, Jiaxuan doesn't need to be polite, the word senior, never mention it again. ”

Xin Qiji said again: "Brother Dao's identity is already famous, Jiaxuan has no doubts, since Brother Dao is here, then please." "Anyway, the giant sword is out of the sheath, and the long sword body of Zhang Xu emits a sword more than three feet long in the moonlight, although Xin Qiji is almost old, but he is eight feet tall, and the long sword is in his hand, majestic and majestic, like a god.

Fengbeard looked at the giant sword in Xin Qiji's hand for a long time, sighed, shook his head and said, "I can't hide it, although you are far from being my opponent, Jiaxuan, I want to take your life, but I can't." ”

Xin Qiji glared and said, "Since you have been ordered to come, why did you say this?"

Fengbeard said: "I was ordered by others, not because of sudden remorse, but because I was helpless, and I couldn't take Jiaxuan's life." ”

Xin Qiji shouted: "But why?"

Wind Beard said: "Because of the Zhanlu Divine Sword in your hand, the Divine Sword Protector, I have nothing to do with you." ”

"What, you said that this sword is the legendary Zhanlu Divine Sword?" Although Xin Qiji knew that he had obtained the divine sword, he never expected that it was actually the first divine sword Zhan Lu left by the sword immortal Ou Yezi, and he was also shocked in his heart.

"Yes, this sword is Ou Yezi's Zhanlu Divine Sword. Windbeard closed his eyes and said: "The Zhan Lu Divine Sword is the sword of benevolence, and if you can get the Zhan Lu Talisman, it means that you have been granted the mandate of heaven." I have been commanded to take your life for many years, and I have been unable to do it because of Zhanlu, but today it is different......"

"What's the difference?" exclaimed Xin Qiji.

"I think about the destiny of heaven, the star will fall today, it is the time for you to return to heaven, even if you have the divine sword in your hand, it is in vain. Windbeard said.

Xin Qiji raised his head and smiled: "That Dao brother is not going to do it quickly, he is so verbose, it is not the work of the Daoist seniors." ”

Windbeard ignored Xin Qiji's sarcastic words, and said in a deep voice: "No, Zhan Lu is in your hands, and I can't do it." ”

Xin Qiji smiled and said, "Then I don't know how the seniors are going to die, please advise?"

The wind beard said: "Your son fell and obeyed the destiny of heaven, since the destiny of heaven is like this, you will know when the time comes." ”

Xin Qiji looked at Wind Beard's serious appearance, although what Wind Beard said was ridiculous, but he couldn't help but secretly hesitate, and said: "If you don't do it, do you want the old man to cut himself?"

Fengbeard said: "I only know that the Mandate of Heaven today is the day of your fall, and you Zhan Lu is in your hands, there are very few people in the world who can want your life, even the patriarchs of the various factions of the body of the half-immortals, may not be able to take your life easily, I think only you can judge yourself is the manifestation of the Destiny." ”

Xin Qiji's words were even more ridiculous, and he angrily reprimanded: "Although Xin is not talented, he also has the world in mind, and he is determined to work in the community, and he has not achieved success, his reputation is not good, he has not repaid the emperor's kindness, and he has not made an inch of merit to the people, so he is disloyal and unkind;

"Hahaha. Windbeard heard Xin Qiji's angry reprimand, but instead of laughing angrily, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The earthquake made the roof tiles next to it rattle non-stop.

"That's enough!" Xin Qijian snorted angrily with his sword.

Windbeard slowly stopped laughing, and said after a long time: "Loyalty, benevolence, dare to ask Jiaxuan, what is loyalty, and what is benevolence?"

Xin Qiji said in a deep voice: "You are also a generation of grandmasters, do you still have to teach you the four words of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness?"

"Exactly!" said the Wind Beard loudly: "For thousands of years, everyone in the world has been loyal to the court and the emperor, but are those emperors treating you with kindness?

Xin Qiji never expected Fengbeard to ask such a question, and he couldn't help but be speechless, and then said after a deep sigh: "Yes, there are indeed some emperors who do not distinguish between loyalty and treachery, and they don't know why, but for thousands of years, there are countless benevolent kings, all of whom love the people like sons......"

"The Lord of Love! As if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, Fengbeard laughed wildly: "Which emperor doesn't put the word benevolence on his lips all day long, and for thousands of years, which emperor has not made meritorious contributions to the lives of hundreds of people and achieved his own generation of wisdom! Look at the thousands of palace pavilions and thousands of acres of gardens in Lin'an City today, how many heroic and righteous people's ghosts and desolate mounds are buried under the yellow grass, and how many flesh and blood bones of the Li people have been buried in the Beiguting River?"

At that time, the traitors of the Southern Song Dynasty were in power, and half of the rivers and mountains north of the Yangtze River fell into the hands of the Jin people, and the society was in danger, but the luxury inside and outside the court was rampant, and they only knew how to enjoy themselves in time. Who cares about the shame of Jingkang, the dawn of the people. Xin Qiji's life was determined to fight against gold, and he wrote dozens of times with blood and tears, but each time it was gone, seeing that the years were old and the heroes were useless, he had already had a desperate heart. Windbeard's words were actually saying what he didn't dare to think or say.

Xin Qiji stood in a daze for a long time, speechless for a while.

Fengbeard said again: "Throughout the ages, the so-called few Ming monarchs have achieved their own wisdom with tens of millions of people, not to mention that the faint monarch is like the sand of the sea. Let's just say that in today's situation, Zhao Gou did not care about restoring his ancestral industry and saving the people of the Central Plains, but only knew that he slandered Zhongliang Yue Fei and destroyed the Great Wall.

Xin Qiji's heart was extremely disordered, and he heard Wind Beard insulting the current saint, and wanted to shout Wind Beard to stop talking, but he faintly felt that what Wind Beard said was reasonable, and he was really speechless.

I only heard the wind beard and said: "Brother Jiaxuan, you boast that you have the world in mind and are determined to restore the Great Song Dynasty, but can you listen to your mind in the current Zhao Kuo Imperial Court? Can you follow your "Ten Treatises on Mei Qin" to deal with Dajin step by step? You are not in the prime of life, you can only plough the fields and study with the old vegetable farmers, what are you talking about to dominate the industry, and what are the heroes of the world?"

Xin Qiji's hands trembled, only to feel that the blood in his chest was boiling, a mouthful of blood was used in his throat, and with a "wow" sound, blood sprayed all over the ground.

"You, you, you were the one who released the sword in Beigu Pavilion last time. Xin Qiji pressed his chest with one hand, and pointed at Fengbeard with a long sword with the other.

"Yes, it's down there. It's a pity that I did it recklessly last time, and I ruined my ancient magic weapon 'Tiger Wing' in vain. Windbeard's face sank.

Xin Qiji said angrily: "Fengbeard, who are you here on? Is it Wanyan Yongji or the traitorous Zhao Ruyu?"

Fengbeard smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Xin Qiji, it's a pity that you still don't understand, it's not Wanyan Yongji who really wants your life, let alone Zhao Ruyu." ”

"Who is that?" Xin Qiji shouted angrily.

Fengbeard looked at Xin Qiji, as if looking at a poor dying man, and said slowly, "The person who ordered me to take your life is none other than the current saint you worship as a god - Zhao Kuo!"

"What? impossible!" Xin Qiji's heart tightened again, and a large mouthful of blood spurted to the ground.

Fengbeard said slowly: "Jiaxuan, I respect you as a hero today, and I didn't use the slightest power of my mind, otherwise I would have killed you by taking advantage of your current confusion." But the destiny is like this, even if I don't make a move, you won't survive today's three watches. With that, he shook his head and slowly walked into the darkness, and in an instant, he disappeared.

"Windbeard, come back and explain the matter!" Xin Qiji couldn't support it anymore, as soon as his hand was released, Zhan Lu's long sword fell to the ground, he held his chest with one hand, supported the ground with the other, and sprayed several mouthfuls of blood......

Fengbeard, who had already walked dozens of miles, raised his head and sighed: "Zhan Lu, Zhan Lu, although you are the sword of benevolence, how many living beings will be killed by this so-called benevolence?

I don't know when, the sound of erhu in the deep alley came from afar, and the hoarse singing continued to sing: "Today's wisp of heroic soul, yesterday's Great Wall." The royal road is common, and my generation should be nameless. The sound of the erhu became lower and lower, and finally it was drowned in the long deep alley, and the aftermath was almost inaudible, leaving behind an indescribable sadness and sadness.

In the distance, a dark cloud obscured the full moon in the middle of the sky, and next to the purple microstar, a huge meteor streaked across the sky.

Seventy years later, the Southern Song Dynasty fell......

Readers are encouraged to watch the next chapter, "Excalibur Born".