There are countless mountains in Dongzhou, most of which are hidden in the clouds and mist.

Today, the peak of the Sword Sect has opened and the fog has dispersed, and countless verdant peaks stand between heaven and earth, like a sharp sword facing the sky.

A sword book came from the East China Sea and fell into the main peak, and the mountains were shocked.

When the three dynasties of Zhongzhou were carrying out the affairs of the Tang Tombs, a major event also happened in Dongzhou. The Yellow Valley peeps into the veins of the heavens, and the contemporary peeps disappear into the valley and don't know where to go!

The Sword Sect was the first to receive Huang Valley's request for help, and the head of the sect ordered the disciples of the Sword Sect to voluntarily go to find it. Therefore, there are countless disciples in the mountains who choose to go down the mountain to search, some of them are public and private, some are ordered, some are voluntary, and each has their own thoughts.

Among the peaks, the big figures of those Sword Sects looked at the disciples who had gone down the mountain, and they also had their own thoughts, and sighs sounded from time to time.

The main peak of the Sword Sect is called Tongtian, today the clouds and mist have dispersed, the field of vision is particularly broad, standing here you can overlook the scenery of the mountains, those who have a good eyesight, and even see the scenery in the distance, such as the long river in Dongzhou that is as famous as Zhongzhou - Zeshui.

Whenever a group of disciples of the Sword Sect descended the mountain, Zeshui would be rendered by the sword light, and it would be bright and bright. It was as if it was a long sword of the Sword Sect, sharp and sharp.

On Tongtian Peak, the old man stood on the edge of the cliff, looking thoughtfully into the distance, and behind him stood a young man, with sword eyebrows and a little dust.

When Ximen Ye entered Dongzhou, he also received the sword book. After thinking about it, he still chose to go back to the mountain first, because what he experienced in the Tang Tomb seemed to him to be more serious than the disappearance of the peep into the heavens.

After listening to the experience told by Ximen Ye, Zhao Changling, the head of the Sword Sect, smiled indifferently, "The battle of Tangling seems to be the calculation of Liyang and Tianxuan, but in fact, it is also the plan of Dayu. No matter how far-sighted the national teacher of Liyang is, he is still not the opponent of Zhuge of Dayu, not to mention the contemporary Confucian sage. It's just that Zhuge didn't expect that there were only three disciples in the Ling Sect, and they were all so strong, so strong that they could ignore Tang Ling's rules, and they could suppress all strategies with their strength alone. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Changling sneered, "It's just that this can also be considered a strategy?" Dayu Yew Garden seems to be a master of force, but in fact, it is extremely sticky. If this matter is done by my Sword Sect, either let it go, or kill it with a sword, at such an old age, it is not a shame to calculate a junior. ”

Ximen Ye listened to the master's words, and his face showed helplessness, the master is always like this, straightforward, doing things with the sword, and talking about the sword. But he was still a little worried, so he asked, "Master, the national teacher from Liyang knows my sword." ”

Zhao Changling's face remained pale, and he said, "The ancestor opened the sky with a sword, and the Heaven Breaking Sword naturally followed him to the upper realm. However, the sky fell and the South China Sea was in the air, and this sword also returned to the Spirit Sword Mountain. Its appearance itself was strange, and it was just as strange that the Liyang National Master was the one who crawled out of that abyss. Strange and strange will become not strange, and since this is the case, there is no need to worry. ”

Ximen Ye was a little puzzled when he heard this, and asked tentatively, "What does Master mean, can you ignore it?" ”

Zhao Changling shook his head and sighed, and said, "Naturally not, just as a teacher, you can't open the sky like the ancestor." If this is the case, the cause of all this can be found, so now this matter can only fall on you. ”

Ximen Ye was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "Master, ..... you?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Zhao Changling shouted angrily: "Bold criminal! Your master and I can live for another hundred years, but there is little hope for opening the heavens, and I will give it to your descendants. You are usually so smart, how can you be as dull as that whetstone at this time! ”

Ximen Ye's face was bitter, and he hurriedly said: "Master is angry, it's in vain. ”

Zhao Changling laughed, waved his hand lightly, and a cloud and mist rose out of nowhere, and in the middle of the circulation, the mountains of the Sword Sect were hidden again.

"Go ahead, since the peep man has walked out of the Yellow Valley, it means that he hopes that someone can find him. Since my Sword Sect can receive this news, Daomen should also be able to receive it, but I don't know if Zhongzhou has gotten the news, and I think that in the recent period, our Dongzhou should be very lively. ”

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The Yellow Valley is located in the east of Dongzhou, 200 miles west of the East China Sea, and there is a low mountain. Compared to the towering and steep mountain range of the Sword Sect, most of the peaks here are low and beautiful. Countless warm valleys are hidden between the mountains, and the cliff slopes are gentle, forming valleys of their own.

Among the three factions in Dongzhou, the Yellow Valley is more than a hundred years later than the Daomen and the Sword Sect, but it still has a history of thousands of years. There are two veins in the valley, and the number of disciples is not large, only a few hundred. But it is still respected by the world because of its unique purpose and the mystery of the peepers.

A few months before the disappearance of the Voyeur, the disciples of the Yellow Valley kept the news from spreading while trying to find it. However, until now, there is still no news, and I have to turn to the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect for help. The Sword Sect is the closest to the Yellow Valley, and there are already disciples descending the mountain. The Dao Gate is a little farther away, but it will soon send out disciples.

Near the East China Sea, there were civilians living there, and there was a city called Hanhai.

Hanhai City extends in all directions, the streets are lively every day, this place does not belong to the Yellow Valley nor to the Sword Sect, and the Daomen far north of Dongzhou naturally has no reason to manage here. But with the city as the center, a hundred miles away, there is a peaceful and stable place, which belongs to the mortal world. The mountain gates of Dongzhou do not dare to kill people here, even the three factions of Dongzhou will give corresponding respect. Because there is a academy in the south of the city, which stands between the green mountains and pines, it is called Wansong Academy.

There is a street in the south of the city that is always very lively, and the former site of Wansong Academy, Qingsong Garden, is here, of course, the excitement here is not for tourists, most of the time because of the chess stall on the street.

If there is a chess stall, there will be a good winner who plays chess, and there will also be an idle man who watches chess.

I don't know if it's because Hanhai City is very close to the Yellow Valley, or because of the influence of the group of scholars in Wansong Academy. There are many chess stalls here, and most of the residents of the city play chess, and in the streets and alleys like this, those inconspicuous chess watchers may be some national chess player.

In short, there are a lot of lively people, and naturally it is also lively.

On such a street, the sound of shouting and killing, laughter, and scolding mothers echoed. Of course, the most common is the sound of chess pieces colliding with the chessboard, as well as various or pleasant smells.

At the end of the street, the old pines of the Green Pine Garden have reached out of the wall, and under the pine branches and leaves is a chess stall with a game of endgame.

The endgame owner with a hat sits against the wall.

There are constantly people who come here to challenge and then throw in the towel.

There were already a lot of people gathered around the chess stand.

There was a look of anger and absurdity on people's faces!