"This damn sword! Damn the Imperial Bloodline! Prince Sanssouci grabbed the huge Kaihuang Sword with both hands, and the rust flowed down the raindrops to his arm, as if covered with blood, he became more and more indignant, and couldn't help but scream as hard as he could, and turned to the sky and laughed, not wanting that day when the thunder rolled, and a thunderbolt went straight down from the clouds, only to hear a "bang", and hit the Kaihuang Sword at the time.

The carefree prince was instantly bounced away for several feet, but he saw that the rust clip on the surface of the emperor's sword was slowly cracked, washed and dropped by the rain, and the sword was opened, and the moon was thousands of miles away. Prince Sanssouci was stunned, thinking that the secret of opening the emperor's sword had been broken by him, he felt sad and ridiculous. He took out his sword and plunged it straight into the scabbard of the sword he had originally assassinated the emperor, put away the burden again, and went down the mountain without looking back along the path of the Nine Cliffs.

At this time, it has been thirteen years since he and the Wuwu brothers came here to play, and Wuwu accidentally fell off a cliff and died, and this year he became an adult, but Wang Wuwu stopped forever at the age of four.

The masked man sent off the prince and returned to the palace to investigate the situation, only to see that white curtains had been hung from all over the palace. He looked at the pieces of white silk and his heart beat violently, and his eyes burst with a kind of joy of success, but there was also a trace of confusion.

The masked man left the palace and ran all the way back to a house on the outskirts of the imperial capital, where an old gold-edged plaque hung over the door: Wei Mansion. The masked man slipped into his room and changed into his night clothes, revealing a resolute green beard, and those bright eyebrows like the moon were none other than none other than the newly appointed swordsman of the Imperial Sword Division, Wei Wuya.

At this time, when he was approaching his son, Mr. Wei walked to the door of his father's wing, and saw that the lights inside had been extinguished, and there was only a slight dream sound of the old man, and the hand that was about to slam the door fell. When he returned to his room, he suddenly felt that his whole body was as weak as a deflated breath, and fatigue came over him, pushing him to go to bed without hurrying to wash. That night, Mr. Wei had a long dream.

Fourteen years ago.

The two princes of the palace sneaked to play in the Nine Cliffs of the mountain behind the royal city, which was also the location of the imperial capital's royal family's sword-casting house.

The swordsmith usually lives in the sword house, and someone will come to pick up the goods and place an order for a period of time, and the sword house only takes the mine and practices the sword day and night, and lives in isolation, and the people who come and go are generally important ministers in the court, such as the general of Zhenguo Wei, who is a frequent visitor here. He has all the imperial forest troops in the imperial capital in his hands, and it can be said that the safety of the royal city hangs on this person.

General Wei's ancestors have been loyal to the people for several generations, and he is the most trustworthy minister in the court, and the first emperor entrusted him with a heavy person, and there is no doubt about him, so General Wei is highly respected in the court, and it can be said that one person is above ten thousand people, and the scenery is tight.

The Wei family has a lone seedling, that is, Wei Wuya, this child has been active since he was a child, keen on swordsmanship, and he is obsessed with everything related to swords, and the place he dreams of the most is the sword casting house on the Nine Cliffs. It happened to be his tenth birthday, and his father couldn't resist his nonsense, so he promised to take him to the sword house and choose a sword for him as a gift.

On that day, the weather was clear, and the two highnesses of carefree and carefree took advantage of the nurse dozing off to flow out of the backyard of the palace, and ran all the way up to the Nine Cliffs with joy.

"I heard A-Niang say that there is a particularly good-looking sword on that cliff."

"Yes, I really want to see it, but brother, will we be scolded when we go back?"

"It's okay, let's go early and come back early, the nurse must still be snoring~"

"Well, get up early and go early, hahaha~"

The two brothers talked and laughed, and they came to the Nine Cliffs, and on the fork in the road not far away, General Wei was also rushing to the Jianlu with his son.

"Look, that sword is stuck in the cliff."

"Wow, that's handsome, brother, let's climb up and have a look."

"Okay, then you're going to follow me, don't wait for your feet to slip and fall."

The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, the brothers are really eager to climb the cliff, after all, the prince is old, and soon climbed the stone wall, he can't care about the king brother behind him, so he rushed to the cliff to climb near the Kaihuang sword inserted.

"Brother Wang, you wait for me~ My clothes are stuck~~"

Not far away, outside the sword-casting house, General Wei was taking his son to choose a sword, Wei Wuya chose a red short sword, ecstatic, rushed out of the sword house with the sword, pulled out the sword and stabbed the flowers and plants around it indiscriminately, a group of cheers. General Wei looked at his son with a smile and said goodbye to the head of the Sword Casting Division.

"Daddy, come and see, that man is going to fall."

When General Wei heard this, he hurriedly rushed out of the door, and saw two children lying on the cliff wall of the Nine Shadows not far away, one of whom was struggling to hold on to the stone wall, and was about to lose his strength and fall down. General Wei explained to his son: "Don't move here again." Then he spread his legs and ran wildly.

Wei Wuya stood on the opposite side of the cliff and watched anxiously, only to see the boy lying on the cliff holding the stone wall with one hand, and taking his portable wooden sword with the other hand and stretching it out to the crumbling child, his heart was also very nervous, and he was so anxious that his head was full of sweat.