Capital.

On this day, snowflakes fluttered and fell from the sky, and diamond-shaped snowflakes fell from the sky one after another, like pieces of paper.

It was not yet dawn, and there was a meager light in the distant sky that struggled to burst out a little bit from under the thick clouds, so weak that it was almost impossible to ignore.

The courtyard overgrown with withered yellow weeds was dead silent, covered with snowflakes like pieces of paper, and there was no sound or life, only a faint sound came from the room.

Xia Hongzhen sat in the room, the snow weather, the room was very dark, but Xia Hongzhen did not turn on the light.

On the table in front of him, the computer monitor screen was lit up, and the scene of Wang Ye's hands-on at the martial arts conference was playing on a loop.

It was the first game, Wang Ember faced off against the first grandmaster-level martial artist in the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion, and in that battle, Wang Ember won incredibly fast, defeating the grandmaster-level martial artist of the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion in one move and winning the game.

What Xia Hongzhen repeatedly observed was Wang Yan's winning move.

In that move, Wang Yan did not let the hanging sun rise from the sheath, but just attacked with the scabbard.

But just attacking with a scabbard, it had such a huge power, which directly caused the grandmaster-level martial artist of the Wuji Martial Arts Hall to collapse, and even the secret technique collapsed under that blow, and the whole person flew out directly, completely defeated.

After a long time, Xia Hongzhen finally sighed slowly.

"I see...... My apprentice, I don't know when, kendo has reached this level?"

has surpassed him as a teacher?

He slowly closed the computer, and from the drawer, pulled out a yellowed photo.

The photograph looks like it's been quite old, the corners are yellow, but the main part is still intact.

On the photo, the young Xia Hongzhen is holding a pitch-black sword in one hand, and the other hand is holding a woman with a gentle smile on her face, and the smile on the corner of her mouth is open and youthful.

Xia Hongzhen took this photo and stared at the two people on the photo in a daze for a long time, and finally pulled the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or mock.

He slowly put the picture away and walked out of the room.

Outside the house, the snow was falling happily, and the goose feather snow had covered the entire yard, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the ground were white everywhere.

Xia Hongzhen stood in the courtyard, stood quietly for a while, looked at the light that was faintly about to burst out through the clouds, he put on the hat behind his clothes, slowly stepped into the courtyard, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard, leaving a series of footprints on the snow-covered ground.

The deep footprints stretched all the way over the snow-covered light ski field, and soon extended into the campus of the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia, and came to a remote corner.

The snow was falling, and the goose feathers and snow were falling from the sky, Xia Hongzhen stopped in this remote corner, and looked up at the Cunwu Stone in front of him, which had been completely covered by thick white snowflakes.

The Cunwu Stone, which is more than one person high, is completely covered by snowflakes at the moment, standing quietly in the snowflakes in the sky, without any movement, as if it is just an ordinary stone.

However, when Xia Hongzhen stretched out his hand and brushed away the snowflakes on the martial arts stone in front of him, suddenly, a large number of traces of weapon depictions were revealed, accompanied by an astonishing martial arts will, emanating from the inconspicuous stone in front of him.

Swords, axes, and sticks, one by one, are engraved on them, exuding a strong martial will, and there are even many of them with strong traces of time, which have obviously existed on this martial stone for I don't know how many years.

Generations of Tianjiao in the capital have left their own traces on this martial arts stone, or rather, this is more like some kind of martial arts field, one Tianjiao left his own martial arts will on this martial arts stone, and the rest of the people also left their martial arts will on this martial arts stone, and only the strongest and strongest martial arts will can be highlighted in the dense many martial arts wills on this martial arts stone.

On this dense martial arts stone, which was full of dense martial arts will, Xia Hongzhen's eyes were always staring at a knife mark.

The martial will contained in that sword mark was quite strong, but among the many martial arts wills densely packed on top of this martial stone, it was not very conspicuous.

This is the martial arts will he left behind, when he was not yet a grandmaster, but he already had the confidence to leave a martial arts will on this martial arts stone, he did not use his best sword, but with a knife that he took casually, left his own martial arts will on this martial arts stone.

Today, decades have passed.

He quietly looked at the knife marks left on the martial arts stone in front of him, as if they were petrified, and he didn't move for a long time, letting the snowflakes fall from the sky, sprinkling his shoulders with snow white.

Suddenly, he suddenly moved!

The sound was not loud, like the crisp sound of the kitchen basin colliding in the kitchen.

His remaining left hand suddenly raised, and he had already grasped a long sword in his hand.

The sword was rusty and stained with dirt, like an antique that had just been dug out of the soil.

However, it was such a rusty long sword, but when it was held by Xia Hongzhen, it let out a crisp trembling sound, and slashed down on the one-person-high Cunwu Stone in front of him in an indescribable arc.

Syllable.

"I see...... That's how the sword is used......

The rusty and mud-stained long sword landed on the Cunwu stone in front of him, and after a while, Xia Hongzhen finally let out a sudden sound.

With a flick of his wrist, the rusty sword disappeared from his sleeve, and he tightened the hood on his head and turned away, leaving only footprints on the snow.

Until Xia Hongzhen's figure disappeared into the snowflakes, a figure came out on the side, an uncle wearing cleaner's clothes.

The uncle was holding a garbage can in one hand and a huge broom in the other, and he had come here early in the morning to clean the snow, but he didn't expect to see someone standing in front of the Cunwu Stone.

He originally thought that it was a grandmaster-level martial artist who wanted to leave traces of his own martial arts will before coming here to store martial stones.

Unexpectedly, the hooded man just now landed on this martial stone with a sword, and he didn't leave any traces?

"I thought it was some kind of big guy, but it turned out to be a pretend."

The uncle muttered, he also knew that this Cunwu Stone was made of a rather special material, and it was personally refined by a Martial Saint powerhouse, and the tenacity was extraordinary, and only a strong enough martial will could leave traces on this Cunwu Stone.

However, Fang Cai left the man with his hood and stood in front of this Cunwu Stone for so long, and a sword slashed down on this Cunwu Stone, and there was no movement?

Didn't even leave a trace on this storage stone?

The uncle muttered in his heart, and walked to the Cunwu Stone, only to see that there was no trace left on the Cunwu Stone.

There is a sword mark on the martial stone, which is still fresh, but compared with the surrounding traces, the sword mark is too shallow, and among the traces left by the various weapons around it, this sword mark is even fresh, like a small grass in a forest, not conspicuous at all.

"On a snowy day, I didn't stay at home honestly, and I had to run to this Cunwu Stone to pretend to be forced, isn't this a mental illness......

The uncle muttered, picked up the broom in his hand, and wanted to sweep the snowflakes off the stone.

This uncle has been a cleaner in the first army of Great Xia for many years, and he has not seen anyone leave traces of his own martial arts will on the Cunwu Stone.

However, no matter who one wants to leave traces of his own martial arts will on this martial arts stone, he will make a lot of movements.

Everyone who wants to leave traces of his martial will on top of the Cunwu Stone is all

It is the full explosion of his own martial will, and the natural movement is not small.

This uncle's strength is not weak, his own strength is a sixth-level martial artist, and he was originally a faculty member of the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia, but later because he was too old, after retiring, he stayed at home and had nothing to do, so he returned to the First Military Martial Arts University of Great Xia as a cleaner.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to withstand the impact of the dense martial will on top of this martial stone.

With the strength of this uncle, he can go to a martial arts hall casually, and he can also be a nominal consultant, but this uncle is old and doesn't want to run around anymore, plus he is not short of money, he is a cleaner, and he has something to do every day, and he is also very satisfied.

At this moment, the uncle was humming a little song, raising the broom in his hand, and was about to sweep down the snowflakes sprinkled on the Cunwu Stone in front of him.

However, all of a sudden, the uncle seemed to hear some kind of subtle voice in his ears.

Click.

It's like something is shattered.

"The snow crushed the branches?"

With such doubts, the uncle looked up, but the branches above his head swayed, and there was no sign of breaking.

Click.

The subtle sound continued, and this time, the uncle finally followed the sound and found the source of the sound.

It turned out to be coming from the top of the Cunwu Stone in front of him.

What's the situation, the Cunwu Stone is ringing?

The uncle was stunned for a moment, but immediately, he saw that on the top of the Cunwu Stone, with the fresh sword mark as the center, a slight crack quickly spread.

The crack ran through the entire front and back of the Cunwu Stone, and it was spreading at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, before the uncle could fully react, the clicking sound kept ringing, and in an instant, the Cunwu Stone was actually centered on the sword mark, and it was shattered into two halves from the middle!

The uncle stood in place, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, standing in the First Army of Great Xia for so many years, even the great grandmaster-level martial artists had left traces on this martial stone.

Now, this storage stone is actually broken?

"It's the guy who left the sword marks...... With a single sword, he actually smashed the Cunwu Stone that this great master couldn't split!"

It wasn't until this time that the uncle suddenly realized.