The dilapidated wooden building sits under a low hill, and further west behind the hill is a continuous mountain range called Dawu Mountain, which Xiao Yun had heard his father tell about. And the Dawu Mountain Range goes out further, and there is a vast and boundless ocean.

Today, somehow, for the magnificent waves that have always been in his imagination, Xiao Yun actually has some expectations of wanting to go out for a walk.

"It's done?" asked softly from the wooden building when he lost his mind. The moment this voice came out, the surrounding wine seemed to move all of a sudden, squirming and squeezing towards Xiao Yun, giving him the illusion that he was drunk before he drank the wine.

Xiao Yun has long been accustomed to it, and every time he goes home, his father will probe like this.

Only this time it was slightly different, the smell of wine was surging, and he could actually feel his body's desire for wine, and the pores of his body were like small mouths, trying his best to suck the wine that gathered towards him. Every part of the wine enters the body, which means the repair of flesh and blood. In just ten breaths, most of the injuries were healed.

This made him even more adored of his drunkard father.

With a squeak, Xiao Yun, who had recovered from his injuries, pushed open the dusty wooden door, entered the house with a long and narrow iron box on his back, and saw his father leaning against the corner wall at a glance.

It was a scruffy middle-aged man.

A dusty white dress has long been grinding on the wall, and his long hair is scattered at will, with a little drunkenness, looking listless. He held a wine gourd in his hand and took a few sips before looking at his son.

"How's the practice of one sword and seven styles?" the man asked casually as he put on the gourd stopper.

Xiao Yun didn't rush to answer, but tightened the iron box tied to his back, picked up a dead branch on the ground, and directly answered his father's question with actions.

The mystery of a sword is divided into seven styles, and all the complex and ultimate sword moves are made up of this basic seven styles. Remembering what his father said back then, he used a withered branch as a sword, chopping, stabbing, cutting, cutting, splitting, picking, and teasing, and the seven basic movements were all danced by him.

The movement is like an iron painting silver hook, the body is light, and the movements are coherent. After coming down again, due to the injury, Xiao Yun was already sweating profusely and panting. He took the "sword" and stood still, waiting for his father's evaluation, which had always been the case before.

"How long have we been here?" Surprisingly, this time my father just nodded slightly, as if he didn't want to say more.

After being stunned for a moment, Xiao Yun replied, "Three years." ”

"It's been three years...... father sighed, and habitually raised the wine gourd and poured it again. Xiao Yun watched quietly from the side, since he could remember, his father's wine gourd had never left his body, just like the heavy iron box behind him, three years like a day, never put down.

Xiao Yun's account also began three years ago.

"You're going to leave for Chang'an tomorrow?" After the smash, my father was still very sober.

Xiao Yun nodded, there seemed to be nothing to hide from his father in the past three years. Even this time to kill Liu Sanfeng, the son of the Liu family, and then go to the square to unveil the emperor's list to contain Liu De, was also completed step by step according to his father's instructions. And, as it turned out, every step of the development of events did not deviate much from the instructions of the father.

Even if Princess Qingcheng came to relieve the siege and the emperor was seriously ill, nothing was not expected by his father, which made Xiao Yun even more unable to see through his father, who was addicted to alcohol all the time. Therefore, it was not so much that Luo Hu was facing a fifteen-year-old boy with a mature mind at that time, but that he was confronting Xiao Yun's father head-on.

"This is a thrilling and difficult place, I hope you are mentally prepared in advance. ”

With his previous understanding of his father, Xiao Yun knew that his father would not say something useless, if he said it was thrilling, it would be thrilling, and if he said that it was difficult, it would definitely not be easy.

"Today, you will go to Houshan Yuantan again, you are almost the same as the first heavy sword and one sword and seven styles of the Seven Sword Technique, and the help for you there is almost to the limit, and you can cultivate your internal strength by yourself in the future. "Today's father's words are surprisingly many, this is Xiao Yun's first thought after coming in, "You will go directly to Luo Hu tomorrow morning, you don't have to come back." ”

"Dad......" Xiao Yun's heart suddenly emptied, shouldn't he practice and talk for a long time at this time? Shouldn't separation have the appearance of separation, shouldn't it symbolically say goodbye and wipe tears?

"What?" the father's eyebrows lowered, "You've persevered for three years, and you're afraid of one more day?"

Xiao Yun stopped talking, thinking about it, in the past three years, since his father arrived in Yuantan with him, his father has rarely left this wooden building, and rarely talked to him. If his drunken father suddenly said something sensational, Xiao Yun himself probably wouldn't get used to it.

Men don't have to come to this set.

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Also, if you put your soul thoughts into the tin box as a last resort, it will save your life. After looking up and taking another sip of wine, and enjoying the refreshing taste of the wine, my father said, "Go ahead." ”

Nodding slightly, Xiao Yun carefully wrote down his father's words. He tightened the strip of cloth that tied the tin box, bowed deeply to his father in the corner, then turned around and walked straight to the back hill without looking back.

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The back mountain is a small hill connected to the Dawu Mountains.

The sound of the water gradually became louder. Carrying the iron box on his back, Xiao Yun walked lightly on the rugged mountain road, through the forest, and finally arrived at the deep pool at the top of the back mountain before the sun set.

The so-called Yuantan is a large pool, and almost all the large and small streams on the whole mountain flow into the pool, and finally pass through the underground dark river at the bottom of the Yuantan to an unknown place. It seems that this abyss pool is like the end of all the water.

As for the dark river lurking at the bottom of the deep pool, even after staying here for three whole years, Xiao Yun still didn't know anything about it.

Standing on the shore, facing the direction of the stream, looking at the sunset, the afterglow sprinkled on the water, peaceful and serene. This was something Xiao Yun had never felt before.

"Probably because I'm leaving, I'm trying to feel nostalgic. He muttered to himself, and waited until it was a little darker, and then walked in the direction of the water to the abyss pool at the end.

The water flows from all directions are rolling into the deep pool, and the huge drop forms a circle of waterfalls, and the earth-shattering sound of the water curtain hitting the bottom of the pool is endless. Without thinking about it, Xiao Yun jumped into the pool as he had done every time before.

The bottom of the pond is a different scenery.

Looking up from the bottom of the pool, the whole Yuantan is like a shaft six or seven zhang deep. The water poured down from the mouth of the well like a waterfall, scouring out a two-person deep puddle at the bottom, and Xiao Yun fell into this puddle.

Climbing up from the puddle, there is an uneven stone platform around it, and the knee-high river water accumulates at the bottom of the stone platform, which flows in all directions through the stone platform and flows into the surrounding low dark rivers, so as to ensure that the water in the entire abyss does not overflow.

There is no stagnant water at the top of the stone platform, and it is behind the waterfall, so it is quite dry. Xiao Yun placed nearly a thousand books that his father had raised for him here, from the most basic cultivation paths, to all kinds of basic techniques for using weapons, and even some Dao methods that Xiao Yun seemed to be more out of the way at the moment, which could be said to be everything.

And this stone platform at the bottom of the pool is where Xiao Yun has cultivated for three years.

With the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, Xiao Yun looked at the surrounding scenery, anyway, he had been here for three years, and suddenly he was leaving, more or less reluctant.

His gaze swept over the dark estuary around the bottom of the pool, shook his head and shook off the attachment in his mind, he took out the peachwood sword he brought in from outside, fastened the iron box tied behind him, and walked towards the waterfall step by step. When his whole body was completely submerged by the waterfall, he stopped and began to dance the sword, chopping, cutting, chipping, picking, and teasing...... One sword and seven styles, just like the previous dance to show my father, repeat each style seriously.

He danced once, and then a second time, until his body was tired and could no longer support the waterfall six or seven feet high, and then he would regain his momentum and rest on the high platform, and at the same time began to read the books.

Three years are like a day, Xiao Yun has endured the pain and spiritual loneliness of the waterfall forging body with perseverance far beyond ordinary people, and has lived here for three years. For three years, he spent his life either sitting behind a waterfall and perusing the thousand texts, or repeating sword dances under the waterfall. In his impression, the peachwood sword had been folded nearly a hundred.

Today, he withstood the impact of the huge current on his body, gritted his teeth and insisted on dancing the sword a hundred times before he withdrew, feeling the subtle changes in his body and summarizing the results of his body training.

**It seems to be a little tougher, Dad really thinks about it, and actually thinks of using the impact of the water flow to forge the body. Recalling that when his father brought him here for the first time three years ago, he didn't even have the courage to go into the waterfall, Xiao Yun was amused, he was really weak at that time.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high through the waterfall, he gave up the idea of continuing to forge his body, he could feel that the scouring of the waterfall now could not play a big role, and if he wanted to go further in the forging body, he had to find a more violent foreign object strike.

"The first part of the Seven Swords Technique is solid, the contents of these books have all been recorded, and the physique has reached a critical level, so it's time to go out for a walk. Tie up the iron box on his back, pick out the thread-bound book called "Seven Swords Technique" from the pile of books and put it away, and then he quietly leaned against the stone wall, letting his thoughts spill with the bright moonlight to the edge of Yucheng, Murong Mansion.

Princess Qingcheng reverted to her surname Murong.

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"Damn, it's actually a spirit array, what is the origin of this kid?" Two figures appeared in the darkness, and they were lost in this forest.

"I originally wanted to take this opportunity to solve this kid in addition to the trouble, but I didn't expect this to be a hard idea. ”

"With your and I cultivation, it is impossible to lose a little hairy head who is not in the first martial realm. In my opinion, eighty percent of people are secretly sabotaging. ”

"Well, our mission isn't here anyway, let's go back the way we came, so as not to cause trouble. ”

Saying this, the two mobilized Zhou Tianyuan's strength and quietly returned along the same road.

And they didn't know that the abyss was only a hundred meters away from the place where they were.