There is a dense and viscous sword qi artistic conception flowing above the mountains of the mountains, this is the ancestral garden of the Long Sword Mountain, and it is an extraordinary place that has been refined by the Long Sword Ancestor for ten thousand years.

Here, the sword intent that ordinary martial artists and even immortal cultivators need to spend their minds to gradually comprehend can be touched like flowing water, so that geniuses who cultivate kendo can comprehend the rudiments of sword intent faster and easier, thus greatly improving their own killing power and becoming a real sword cultivator.

"Although limited by the realm of the master, the tide of sword intent here can only have the effect of assisting comprehension, but if it is all absorbed by me alone, I will soon be able to master the sword intent and take the key step of becoming a sword cultivator, building a foundation for the way of the sword."

Yin Xian stood proudly on the high platform in the central area of the ancestral garden, overlooking more than 100 mountains around him, his heart was surging and his blood was surging.

And inside the high platform where Yin Xian stands, the sword dao chains are criss-crossed, hundreds and thousands of them are densely packed, suppressing the soul-leaving Dao people who exude the aura of the Nine Shadows, and falling into a state of permanent dormancy.

These chains are like blood vessels and veins that are active, absorbing the energy in the human body of the soul path all the time and pouring into the stone platform, and then being absorbed and refined by Yin Xian on the stone platform, achieving itself.

Whether it was the legacy left by the Long Sword Ancestor or the terrifying cultivation of the Soul Dao people, if he wanted to fully withstand such a period of creation, Yin Xian would need to go through a long retreat.

But before that, he sent two letters in the name of the Long Sword Ancestor and the Soul Leaving Daoist.

The first letter was addressed to Changjian Mountain, and the letter emphasized that Kunlun disciple Yun Tianfeng and his party were all friends of Changjian Mountain, and they should pay more attention to the movements, and when necessary, Changjian Mountain must help at any cost, and no matter what, no one can murder Yun Tianfeng before he leaves the customs.

The second letter is addressed to the Soul Leaving Palace, and the content of the letter is just the opposite, it is an edict to all demon cultivators in the Soul Leaving Palace to pay close attention to all the information about the Kunlun disciples, and once it is found that the Kunlun disciples have entered the area where the influence of the Soul Leaving Palace radiates, they will be killed.

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The second largest city of the Yunxia Dynasty, Yuncheng.

A young man with a calm posture and a rather elegant temperament received a middle-aged man who had lived in the same neighborhood for more than 20 years but was visiting privately for the first time in the garden of his mansion today.

This middle-aged man was dressed in a military uniform, as if he was in a state of preparation for battle at any time, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, eyes like a lion, and an extraordinary temperament.

"This is the new tea that this king's best friend just brought back from there a few days ago, and this king is reluctant to take it out and drink it on weekdays, today is the first time that the third uncle has come to Yunwang's mansion as a guest, but this king has been stained with the light of the third uncle."

King Yun's smile was very friendly, and he was very enthusiastic about Yun Shuai, who suddenly visited.

"The prince is polite, Ben Shuai is a rough man, he is used to pouring his throat with spirits, and he is really not used to drinking these things that fade out of a bird's taste, I am afraid that I will live up to the good intentions of the prince, and I ask the prince to forgive me." Yun Shuai sat down, held his head high, and spoke with a straight face, slightly distant.

King Yun smiled slightly, and shook his head a little helplessly: "Third Uncle hasn't put out the fire yet?" ”

"Firefighting? My Yun family's country is going to be handed over, but the prince, as the only remaining bloodline male of the Yun family, hides in this palace all day long, and does not go out of the gate, and the second door is not stepping, like a girl, do you still want to learn some embroidery and be a lady? Yun Shuai snorted coldly, his eyes furious.

King Yun laughed, casually picked up a silver splendid cloak from his side and handed it over, and said embarrassedly: "Don't hide it from the third uncle, this king really learned to embroider female red a few days ago, this is the cloak that this king personally sewed for the third uncle, I wish the third uncle 60 years in advance, and longevity is boundless." ”

"Bastard, angry old man!" Yun Shuai got up suddenly, grabbed the cloak and threw it to the ground, and stepped on several big feet, especially angry, picked up the cloak full of footprints, and tore it to pieces in front of King Yun.

King Yun looked at this scene in addition to a wry smile and could only smile bitterly, and asked again and again if the style was not in line with the third uncle's taste, if he wanted to try a different style, which made Yun Shuai even more violent, and he didn't care about committing the following crimes, his fingers poked into King Yun's brain, and he scolded constantly.

King Yun's father is the blood brother of the emperor of the current dynasty, and he is also the crown prince appointed by the previous old emperor, and Yun Shuai Yun Chuhe is only a collateral of the Yun family, not a close relative, but he is a brother and sister with the father of King Yun, and has a deep friendship.

Decades ago, a border war broke out, the then prince and the prince brothers went to the battlefield together, encountered an ambush in a battle, the second prince was almost killed, and it was the prince who exchanged his life for his life to save him.

It is precisely because of this period of history that when Jinzi succeeded to the throne, he rewarded Yuncheng to King Yun, who was still in infancy, as a private territory, and gave him many privileges.

It's just that these privileges do not include real power in the court.

This is not entirely because the emperor is stingy, but the people and even the court are saying that he designed to kill his prince brother in the first place, which makes the dynasty very unstable, especially those civil and military generals who loyally followed the prince back then are lying on their backs one by one, waiting for King Yun to grow up and raise his arms, and then overthrow his rule and establish a new regime.

Waiting until more than 20 years have passed, King Yun has grown up, and the emperor of the dynasty has never had an heir, but he also moved his mind to take King Yun back to the court, and inherit the Yun family in the future.

It seems that everything is getting better, but when a Jianghu woman comes to the palace with a girl to recognize her father, everything changes.

"It is said that Fuhu has no dogs, how heroic your father was back then, why did he give birth to a guy like you who can't support the wall in the mud, don't learn Wen Taowu strategy, what embroidery female red to learn, are you worthy of your dead father and mother?"

Yun Chuhe gradually got tired of scolding, sat down and gasped, beating his chest and feet, as if his heart was like a knife cutting his heart.

King Yun laughed with him, no matter how beaten and scolded, he was not angry, but he was never sad or happy, as if he was numb and seemed to have no fighting spirit and only knew elegance, this gesture was more like adding fuel to the fire, making Yun Chuhe want to turn around and leave, and he would not come.

Fortunately, at this time, someone came, and it was the back garden of the palace that he entered directly without transmission, so that Yun Chuhe had to forcibly suppress his anger in front of outsiders, snorted coldly, picked up the steaming tea on the table and looked at it, and then threw it out, the teacup shattered, and the hot tea flowed into the snow and could be seen to condense into ice.

Suddenly, the age difference between the two people was about ten years old, and the one on the left hand side was about thirty years old, wearing a high single ponytail, with oblique bangs, and a jade sword in his hand.

The other person is more mature and steady, walking in a tiger's step, with a deep and lofty bearing, carrying a long knife wrapped in cloth on his back, and his eyes are full of mystery like a deep pool.

"See the prince!"

The two walked outside the garden pavilion and knelt down on one knee at the same time.

"It's you? Aren't you dead? Before King Yun could speak, King Yun, who had seen the faces of the two clearly, got up, his face full of shock.