Hanyuan County is a large county in the southwest of Qinzhou, fertile for thousands of miles, because this place produces a lot of rice, and the rice produced is mostly used to supply the army and supply the imperial merchants, so it is known as "the granary of the world" and "the small Jiangnan of Qindi".

When Shen, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sunset is shining.

From time to time, there were a few ape cries between the cliffs in the distance, and the sound of the hollow valley was strange.

The two carriages came to a slow stop on the path between the mountains, which was paved with intermittent bluestone slabs and could only be used for one car, and the people in the carriages walked down one after another.

Along the way, Yan Longyu and his entourage did not see a single inn or family in this low mountain forest, and it seemed that everyone could only make a fire on the spot in this mountain tonight.

The servant Lao He unlocked the horses on the two carriages, tied six strong horses to a nearby stream, and brought the horses a few piles of manure grass.

Yan Gui picked up a large bundle of firewood nearby and was about to start a fire.

Yan Longyu, who couldn't sit still, took Dugu Haoran and Mo Fei into the mountains to look for game.

Next to the two carriages, only Qin Ruoyang, an old Confucian who stood with his hands and looked at the distant mountains, and Hua Fengju, who had nothing to do and leaned on a tree with a withered grass hanging from his mouth.

Qin Ruoyang opened his mouth and sighed: "The sun is shining in the north every day, but the sky in the south is full of clouds. Further south, I'm afraid the wind and rain are coming! ”

Hua Fengju heard the meaning of the old Confucian beside him, quietly spit out the withered grass in his mouth, and catered to the question: "Yes! This year's Central Plains is flooded in the north and flooded in the south, and many people will die in the north and south. ”

Whether you go south or north, you will inevitably die.

"That's right."

Qin Ruoyang continued to look at the distant mountains, squinted and smiled, letting the mountain wind blow on his weather-beaten face, and said nothing more.

After autumn, the sun set earlier and earlier day by day, and the sky darkened within two moments, Yan Gui lit a bonfire next to the carriage, and roasted a few pheasants that Yan Longyu and the three of them had just caught from the mountain by the fire.

The old Confucian Qin Ruoyang simply ate a few mouthfuls of dry food, and then went into the carriage to sleep, in fact, after the autumn, the old Confucian often had a heartache in his legs and feet, especially at night, but he did not tell the children. The servant Lao He sat cross-legged on the ground and stood guard outside Qin Ruoyang's carriage.

Yan Longyu pulled Dugu Haodang and Yan Gui together, sat under a big tree next to the fire, and listened attentively to Mo Fei around them to tell them about the beauties on the "National Color and Heavenly Fragrance Map", Hua Fengju lay on the treetops above the heads of the four people in a chic manner, holding his Biluo long sword, and didn't know what he was thinking with his eyes open.

Through getting along in the carriage, Yan Longyu was already familiar with the young man named Mo Fei in front of him.

Although he was born in Jinguan City, Shuzhou, where he was clothed and fed, he was not as mean and tricky as the gentlemen that Yan Longyu saw in Fulong County on weekdays, he was more lively than Dugu, more confident than Yan Gui, and less bookish than Xu Zhiqing, and the demeanor of a humble son was very suitable for Yan Longyu's temper.

As the saying goes, chromophobia, a few teenagers talk about beauty, which is fascinated and in full swing.

Mo Fei had already let go of his previous restraints and said with great interest: "The national color and heavenly fragrance map, although the fifteen people are beautiful but have no talent, they are just snacks for wine." The true national color that can really be regarded as the dual cultivation of talent and color is these nine ...... in the previous volume."

"Let's not say anything else, just listening to these names can make the listener feel emotional, and the hearer envy......

There is my Wu Zhaochao's "great pearl" Princess Yuxiu, Chen Yunchai;

There is a small villager in Chuzhou who has a strange fragrance and a unique literary color, Bai Ning;

There is a strange woman who lives in the capital and looks like the deceased Queen Yao, Li Huanjun;

There is a pipa girl on the shore of Xizi Lake who has fascinated countless famous people in the south of the Yangtze River, Liu Hongshi;

There is the princess of Minzhou Min who can make the royal vassal king say "love beauty and don't want the country", Ruan Yuniang;

There is the female sword sect in the north holding the famous sword "Han Branch", the sword dance beauty, Zhao Yuyan;

There is one of the top ten sects, the head disciple of the Lingfu Palace, the "Wide-sleeved Fairy", Chu Yinxuan;

There is one of the four major hall masters on Tonghuang Immortal Island in the South China Sea with the same ten major sects, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, Su Atao;

There is also the gentle beauty who is good at painting beauty fans in our Xishu Jinguan City, and "women are still pitiful", Wen Xiangrui;

…………”

Mo Fei was still talking happily, Dugu Hao, who was moody, could still be calmer, but Yan Longyu and Yan Gui on the side were already flushed with their cheeks and thinking about it.

"What a bunch of yellow-haired boys, look at your never-before-seen women!" Hua Fengju, who was just above the heads of several people, listened to the bursts of laughter from the teenagers from time to time, speechless and helpless.

It's just that when he heard the name "Chu Yinxuan", the middle-aged man pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "It's more than forty people, and I still want to compete with the little girls." ”

After more than an hour, a few young men who didn't know what it was like to be a woman finally stopped making noise.

After a rare moment of silence, Hua Fengju jumped lightly from the tree, and after casually throwing Yan Longyu a palm-sized sandalwood box, he jumped up to the treetops again.

Yan Longyu opened the box and saw a boxy delicate purple jade plaque, and there were four words engraved on the jade - "Wake up the dragon and draw rain", the young man looked up and asked, "Uncle Feng, what is this?" ”

Hua Feng held it up on the treetop and replied lazily: "The jade plate that your mother left for you, I have been holding it for you all these years, I am afraid that you will not be able to marry a daughter-in-law after losing it, but now I will give it back to you, take it!" ”

Yan Longyu frowned, and put the jade plate and the sandalwood box into his pocket, but he was a little puzzled: What is the connection between the jade left to me by my mother and whether I can marry a daughter-in-law?

Night.

The mountains and forests were silent. The bonfire was still burning, illuminating the young faces of several handsome young men sleeping by the fire. Hua Fengju was still lying on the treetops, looking at the sky with his eyes open, and he didn't sleep.

And Yan Longyu dreamed again.

……

In the dream, Yan Longyu seemed to be in a pavilion in the middle of the lake, he walked to the pavilion and looked around, the fog was hazy, and he vaguely saw the lotus leaves on the water outside the pavilion.

The young man looked up, and found that several flying swords with golden aura were hanging upside down on the water, and these flying swords formed a circle, surrounding the lake pavilion he was in.

Yan Longyu's thousands of thoughts flashed quickly, and finally he only thought of one sentence in his mind: "I am Xu Yanchen, the Sword Emperor of the Ages!" ”。

A Zhongzheng Haoran voice suddenly came from behind Yan Longyu, "That's right, I am the Sword Emperor of the Ages, Xu Yanchen." ”

Yan Longyu quickly turned around.

I don't know when, in the center of the pavilion, there was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground, with deep-set cheeks, eyes closed, and white clothes and hair, like a dried corpse.

Yan Longyu was startled at first, and after a moment of confrontation, seeing that the middle-aged man did not react, he had the courage to ask the middle-aged man, "Who are you?" Where is this? ”

The withered middle-aged man didn't make any movements like a dead man, but a voice did come from his body, "In the dream, the heart of Xizi Lake." ”

On the shore of West Lake, flying swords, withered middle-aged people, Yan Longyu seemed to think of a person, "You are one of the top ten masters in the world, the living dead on the shore of West Lake!" ”

The voice of Zhongzheng Haoran sounded from the withered middle-aged man again, "I am the living dead of Nan Wei in this life, and I am also the ancient sword emperor Xu Yanchen eight hundred years ago in the previous life. ”

"Entrusted by the white-clothed celestial beings of Qishan Mountain, I will teach you swordsmanship in my dreams."

In an instant, Yan Longyu, who was standing in the pavilion, remembered the strange dream he had in the Qishan bamboo house that night, and muttered as if he had just woken up from a dream: "It turns out that it was not a dream. ”

"Eight hundred years ago, the contemptible people carried a million swords, on the jade mountain to kill the world's demons, self-realized sword moves 36 styles, and Tiangang 36 stars opposite, so the name 'Tiangang Sword Technique', contemptible people will teach it to you today, can remember a few styles, it depends on your creation."

After speaking, the withered swordsman in Tingxin was still like a dead man, and he didn't move.

The young man in the dream seemed to feel a little embarrassed in the atmosphere, and asked the withered swordsman unconsciously, "Why did you start teaching?" Senior, oh no, ancestor, have you been cross-legged for too long and can't get up, do you want me to help you stand up? ”

"Look outside!"

Yan Longyu turned his head when he heard this, but saw a circle of flying swords hanging in the air and glowing with golden aura outside the pavilion and on the water slowly transformed into a series of ethereal golden sword-wielding figures.

A full thirty-six golden figures, surrounding the pavilion, one person and one style, suspended in the air demonstrating the "Tiangang Sword Technique" of the Ancient Sword Emperor.

The young man didn't have time to hesitate, stepped forward quickly, leaned on the fence of the Huxin Pavilion, concentrated, kept his steps, looked at it while walking, looked at it one move at a time, and circled around the pavilion.

Half a moment's work.

After demonstrating the sword moves, the thirty-six golden figures suspended above the water, and at the same time, they retracted and turned into thirty-six flying swords again at a speed visible to Yan Longyu's naked eye.

After watching it for a while, Yan Longyu closed his eyes in the aftertaste, muttered something in his mouth, slowly opened his eyes again, and smiled at the withered swordsman in Tingxin with a bitter face: "Ancestor, can we do it again, I forgot." ”

"Go ahead!"

……

Around a campfire in the mountains.

Yan Longyu, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly sat up straight from the grass, couldn't help but say, raised his hand and gave himself a loud slap, and the young man roared wildly like losing his mind: "This is not a dream!" I want to go back, I want to learn the sword! I want to learn the sword to take revenge......"

The sleeping people by the fire were awakened by Yan Longyu's roar, and they all stood up and looked at Yan Longyu who was walking towards the fire step by step in surprise.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yan Longyu, who was distracted, bent down and slowly pulled out a long wooden stick with sparks in the fire.

Yan Gui wanted to step forward to stop Yan Longyu, but was stopped by Dugu Hao, who sensed something, and stretched out his hand to stop him.

The next moment, Hua Fengju, Dugu Haoran, Yan Gui, Mo Fei, and Qin Ruoyang, who had just been helped out of the carriage by the servant Lao He, were all shocked, because Yan Longyu was using a wooden stick as a sword, wielding it one move at a time!

In the night, the young man in white clothes wins the snow, in the hands of Yan Longyu, the wooden stick with sparks is like a bright fire dragon, tossing and turning, the sword moves are cold, and the sword momentum is like a dragon soaring into the sky, or like a spirit snake curling up and sticking to the tail, or like a waterfall pouring down, or like a lotus flower blooming in a fragrant ......

Hua Fengju looked at his nephew in front of him, who seemed to be in the middle of evil, and used a series of smooth sword moves that he had never seen before when he walked the rivers and lakes, his face was solemn, and there were a total of twelve styles in his mouth.

After the last move, the wooden stick in the young man's hand fell to the ground, exhausted, and fell to the ground.