When Master Haoran created the first volume of "Sword Intent" "Self-cultivation", he was a complete sword path and reached perfection. The thin gold body, one stroke at a time, is as sharp as an orchid bamboo, when Wang Haoran created the post, the edge is exposed, and the pen is like a sword. The entire Xuandu Temple of thousands of trees swayed, and even its radius was hundreds of miles, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword intent went straight to the sky, filling the heavens and the earth.

"If it weren't for the master's attention, I am afraid that my view of the Xuandu would have been destroyed on the day the volume of "Self-cultivation" was completed." Song Chongzhen put his hands behind him, and recalled with a deep look in his eyes.

Su Yichuan is okay, I heard Bai Yuanliang say something about Wang Haoran, Xiao Wen and Zhu He are different, where have they heard such scenes in their lives, just imagining one or two, they have to admire it.

"When Master Haoran was completed in "Self-cultivation", he gave this sword intent to Ming Siqi. In the sword intent post, each handwriting contains the Haoran sword intent of Master Haoran, which is the only treasure in the world. It's a pity that Ming Siqi was already concentrating on medicine at that time, and he was not guilty of his crimes, and Ming Siqi traveled to the five continents, and did not take the "Sword Intent Post" with him, but handed it over to me Xuanduguan for safekeeping. ”

"I'll hand it over to you Xuanduguan for safekeeping, why do you want us to pick it up?" Zhu He asked.

Xiao Wen rolled his eyes and said, "Why can't Senior Brother understand, do you need to say this?" I must have lost it. ”

"Indeed, four days ago, two men and one woman came to my Xuandu to ask for a signature, and Poor Dao saw that a few people were not right, but they didn't expect to fight the idea of this "Sword Intent Post". Now that I think about it, the thing must have been stolen by these three people. ”

Su Yichuan wondered: "Since the thing and thing have been lost three days ago, how can we get it?" Song Zhenren, this is a little too high-minded of the three of us. ”

Song Chongzhen walked close to the three of them, patted the shoulders of the three of them in turn, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the poor road has its own way, although I can't fight in Xuanduguan, but some small means will also be ordered." ”

Su Yichuan was about to speak, when suddenly there was a warm feeling in his eyes, and the feeling was strong, and Su Yichuan had to close his eyes temporarily.

After about half a cup of tea, the feeling was no longer strong, and only a little residual warmth remained, Su Yichuan slowly opened his eyes, and found that Zhu He and Xiao Wen were the same.

"This—This is ......"

The three of them looked surprised, and the flowers, grass, and trees in their sight did not change, but there was an inexplicable flow of pale white streamer, which slowly extended to the end of the field of vision.

Song Chongzhen said lightly: "This method is the 'form' of my Xuandu Temple, those three people were careful when they did not leave in my Xuandu Temple, and they planted a 'seed' on them, and you can find them by following the traces you see with your eyes." ”

"As for how to get things back, it's up to a few people."

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In Yuntun County, Huaizhou, three figures galloped wildly and galloped in a hurry.

"Little junior brother, with the help of this Song Zhenren's 'form-seeking' supernatural power, why are we in such a hurry to find the traces of those three people?"

Xiao Wen held the reins in one hand, held the wooden gourd in the other, raised his head and drank it, let out an extremely satisfied sound, and then wiped off the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, looking at Su Yichuan's frowning appearance and couldn't help asking.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhu He frowned.

"It's just speculation." Su Yichuan's voice was hoarse, "I don't think the realm of those three people should be very high, so Song Zhenren just feels that they have a problem but doesn't know the purpose." If a martial artist with a very high realm of cultivation visits Xuandu Temple, Song Zhenren will pay more or less attention to whether the other party has the idea of coveting the "Sword Intent Post". ”

"And the huge Xijing Jianghu, there are not many people who know that the "Sword Intent" is scrolled in the Xuandu Temple, all of them are old-timers who became famous early in the rivers and lakes, if they come to take it in person, as the only Taoist Xuandu Temple in Huaizhou, Song Chongzhen, the viewer, will definitely be able to recognize it."

Speaking of this, Su Yichuan's eyes were cold: "I'm afraid, those three people are just doing things with money, and they don't know what kind of treasure they are holding in their hands." ”

"If you can stop it before the three of them put the things in the hands of the main owner, everything is fine, if it's too late......" Su Yichuan's face was ugly, "The person who can fight the idea of "Sword Intent" may not be able to deal with it with us." ”

Hearing this, Zhu He and Xiao Wen also realized that things were not simple, their expressions became serious, and they silently raised their whips.

"Look at it like this, it shouldn't be far away, just ahead. I didn't expect that for an invitation to the Taiyi Martial Arts Association, we would have to do this kind of hard work. Su Yichuan shook his head and said helplessly.

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In Yuntun County, the suburbs are inaccessible.

On a low barren mountain, a ruined temple.

In front of the mottled bronze Buddha statue, three figures, two men and one woman, sit around a beating and crackling bonfire.

The three of them looked almost thirty or forty years old, the woman was hot, her clothes were revealing, and her slender legs were even more seductive against the background of the dim flames. However, the two men who were traveling with them did not take a second look, and they naturally knew that this woman was very dangerous.

"You say, what kind of treasure is this broken booklet, and you actually invited the three of us to do it at the same time. Eight hundred taels of gold for one person? Such an object is worth more than two thousand four hundred taels of gold? One of the men, with a terrible scar on his face, was bored and took a codex out of his bosom, looked it over and over again, and asked the other two.

"Who knows, when I got it, I opened it and read it, and I wrote some messy things, and the words are quite beautiful." The woman's white palm gently stroked her ankle to her calf, and said comfortably.

"Can this word be worth more than two thousand taels of gold? Lao Tzu just wanted to break his head and couldn't figure out why. The other man swore and scolded.

"Whatever, taking money to do things has nothing to do with us."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the temple.

"Don't understand? It's better to observe and observe, and you must be able to see the value. ”

The faces of the three changed greatly, and they scolded angrily:

"Who?! Get out. ”