"Mother, I want to become a swordsman like my father in the future!"

The child, who was only six or seven years old, held a wooden sword in his hand and brandished it, and the beautiful woman on the side glanced at the child coldly, with disgust in her eyes.

"What to learn!"

The beautiful woman snatched the wooden sword from the child's hand and threw it to the side, and said viciously:

"The Pure Spirit Platform has already entered the country as big as you, but you still don't know anything, the face of the Su family's long room has been lost by you, you are not even as good as your dead ghost father, he can at least rely on some incomparable swordsmanship to go to the rivers and lakes to hook up with the blind fox spirit, and now I don't know which little lady's navel has fallen!"

The child looked at his mother's angry appearance, he didn't know what he had done wrong, but his mother was so angry, it must have done something wrong.

The child silently picked up the wooden sword that was thrown to the ground by his mother, broke it several times but could not break it, and then walked to the kitchen in the backyard and threw it into the stove.

The flames in the stove burned rapidly, and the child looked at the burning wooden sword, and for the first time felt the feeling of heartache, which was the feeling of having his dream shattered.

After two years in such a mess, he almost suffered from the white eyes of the family, his mother, his grandfather, grandfather and uncle, who he once loved, and the eyes in them overwhelmed him.

Today he was confined by his husband, and he could not remember how many times he had come here from a child to a teenager, and he groped around to get through the long night.

"Hey, what is this?"

The boy pulled out a long strip of object from behind the dilapidated door panel, and his eyes widened as he looked at the object in his hand in the moonlight.

It was a sword, a real sword, a worn-out sword, and there were even several cracks in the scabbard.

But the young man was still happy to take it in his hand and wipe it carefully, he tried to draw the sword out of the sheath, probably because it was placed here all the year round, the hilt of the sword was already rusty, the young man used all his strength, the moment the sword was unsheathed, the dream of the rivers and lakes hidden in his heart for two years was rekindled.

"I have my own sword, too! A real sword! ”

The next day, like a triumphant general, he showed his previous night's booty to his companions, or at least he considered them his companions.

The smiles on their faces were exchanged for their merciless ridicule, and they gathered in groups of three or five, snatched the young man's worn-out iron sword and threw it to the ground.

"Go away, we don't want to play with you, did you hear what the gentleman said about you? Rotten wood cannot be carved, rotten wood cannot be carved! ”

This scene is exactly the same as the scene two years ago, the dream was thrown to the ground again, but this time he was not decadent and depressed, the young man picked up the worn-out iron sword on the ground, wiped it on his shoulder, and walked out of the school with a little song.

The boy didn't know that there was a girl in the distance who had been watching him from afar, it was the girl who had fallen into the water that he had saved. Seeing this, the girl's heart trembled, but she did not have the courage to step out of the crowd and walk to his side.

"Son, others don't believe in your father and believe in you, one day you will find your own sword, and then every time you draw your sword, it will become meaningful, and you will move forward."

Five years later, the fourteen-year-old boy traveled with a sword and never returned.

Qingbei Mountain, in the quiet pavilion next to the bamboo building.

The handsome boy was drinking wine, occasionally glancing at the face of the woman in front of him, even if the two never said a word since, but looking at it like this, Liu Huaiyi felt that he could drink.

Everything seems so quiet and delicious.

Suddenly, Yan Xin put down the wine jug in his hand, stood up abruptly and looked in the direction of Yuzhou City. Liu Huaiyi stood up blankly, he was powerless, of course he couldn't feel the power of the Dao that deliberately avoided ordinary people.

"What's wrong? Miss Yan? ”

Looking at Yan Xin's complicated eyes at the moment, her brows furrowed slightly, her lips were gently bitten by her, and Liu Huaiyi was stunned.

"It turns out that a person can look so good with a frown."

After a long time, Yan Xin's expression gradually returned to calm, as if she had thought of something, she slowly sat down, looked at the boy in front of her and said:

"Isn't it too early, aren't you going back?"

Liu Huaiyi looked up at the sky, just after noon, the sky was bright, he shook his head, showing an extremely good-looking, warm smile:

"You let me accompany you again, even if I don't speak, just look at you."

Sure enough, Liu Huaiyi, who said this, was hit in the knee by a stone flying from nowhere in the next second. Immediately after that, several stones hit several of his big holes in Baihui, making him unable to move.

Without waiting for him to speak, Yan Xin picked him up and walked towards the bamboo house, seeing this situation, Liu Huaiyi had mixed feelings in his heart, and thought to himself:

"It won't be...... Should I refuse? Shouldn't there be a symbolic revolt? Or is it the first time, what is this feeling of fear? ”

It backfired, and just when Liu Huaiyi was silently waiting for something to happen, Yan Xin threw him on the bed casually.

"You can take it here with you, there is another person at the bottom of the mountain, I will bring him here with me."

After saying that, he walked up and down. Not long after, a fat pig of more than 200 catties was carried to the bamboo house by Yan Xin, and was pulled by the back of the neck, and Liu Fatzi did not dare to move.

"Young Master? Master! Vixen, what have you done to my young master! ”

Seeing Liu Huaiyi lying motionless on the bed, he didn't dare to say a word along the way, Liu Fat didn't know where he got the courage, and he intersected with his fists and feet at Yan Xin, but he couldn't reach it when he was lifted up in mid-air.

"Dead fatty, your young master and I are fine."

Hearing his young master's words, Liu Fatzi relieved himself and returned to his previous submissive appearance. Yan Xin didn't bother to care about this, so he casually threw Liu Fatzi to the ground and said to the two:

"If you don't want to die, stay here."

After dropping a sentence, Yan Xin went down the mountain.

"Since you call me the Adversary, then I'll be the Adversary for a while."

Red clothes on the mountain, murder under the mountain.

On the shore of Songjun Lake at the foot of the mountain, a mutilated corpse was sent to the old willow tree by a great force, and the sword was nowhere to be found at this time with its scabbard.

Looking at the mutilated corpse, the huge figure in the sky couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, I didn't expect you to hide this hand, or you are more skilled, but is it really worth it? I will accept this sword for the time being, and give it to him as a greeting gift. ”

At the same time, with the dust and sand in the sky, six horsemen at the end of the official road suddenly appeared, the first person was wearing a dark blue five-clawed four-group python robe, holding a holy decree, wearing a small red sandalwood seal on his waist, and the rest were wearing a dark blue flying fish suit, all of them hung a standard embroidered spring knife on their waists, and their faces were covered with black armor.

The first person came to Xia Qingming and the others, turned over and dismounted, and the other five horsemen acted in the same way, during which they did not look at the corpses around them, and they glanced at the flesh, as if they did not exist at all.

He took off the face armor covering his face, his eyebrows and round eyes, and he was handsome even though he was middle-aged.

"Liu Weixuan, the official who calmed down the history, has seen Lord Zhenjun, forgive this official for having a holy purpose, and the etiquette is not careful, and I hope that Lord Zhenjun Haihan."

Before leaving, several of them were personally summoned by Zhao Ying, the commander of the command, and warned them not to have bad relations with Yuyulou, even if he was extremely disgusted with some Jianghu forces, and he would never dare to make any mistakes.

"Remember, your main purpose this time is to send the holy decree and His Majesty's edict to the Jianghu Inn, as for the muddy water of Yuzhou City, it is naturally best to get it, and if you can't get it, you don't have to force it."

The words of the commander made Zhao Ying stay in his ears until he saw the huge phantom standing on the edge of the sky, and this sentence was infinitely magnified.

"The holy decree stamped by the jade seal of the country and the seal of the rivers and mountains annotated on the canonization document for the gods of the mountains and rivers, the imperial court is also interested in the muddy waters of my Yuzhou City?"

The flow of history, the rise and fall of countless dynasties have the figure of this heirloom jade seal, the person in charge of this seal into the Central Plains, ordered by the sky, both longevity and eternal prosperity. The seal of the mountains and rivers is to seal the document of canonizing the gods of the mountains and rivers, and engrave the four words "Wang Tu Wang Chen", even if the demons and spirits, the charm and the ghosts, as long as they are on the territory of the Dali Dynasty, they must be subject to the legal system of the dynasty.

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land. On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister. Only this seal is recognized by the imperial court, allowing the so-called gods of mountains and rivers to practice here with the help of terrain and luck, and incense, and in return, they need to manage the flow of luck for the dynasty, so that the dynasty will always prosper.

With these two things, all evils retreat, and a hundred ghosts do not invade.

"Lord Zhenjun, I can't hide it, the main purpose of coming this time is to send the holy decree to the Jianghu Inn, as for the rumors of the so-called treasures currently circulating in the rivers and lakes, the commander only let me wait to try my luck."

The corners of Liu Weixuan's mouth were slightly raised when he spoke, which can be called unfair, he was cautious in his words, and he couldn't find any fault, but he couldn't hear the respect in his tone, even if he was facing one of the only two immortal realms in the entire Dali Dynasty.

In his opinion, the emperor is the only one of the living beings here.

At this moment, more than ten horses came, all of them in white clothes fluttering, fairy wind bones. The first person is holding a long sword night rain lantern, and the sixth of the top ten famous swords, this person is naturally Lu Yifan of the Heavenly Pavilion.

"Junior, Lu Yifan, meet the true monarch."

"Hey, whether you are for the so-called demon slaying or because of the "Fragments of Tools", this seat will not stop it, but since you have come to Yuzhou City, you must come according to the rules of this seat, give you two days, and leave this place after two days, regardless of whether it is successful or not, otherwise this seat will personally send him back to his own sect, do you know?"

No one had doubts about the Taixuan Zhenjun in front of him, even if he was not allowed to enter the city or said that he wanted to swallow the immortal secret book alone, no one dared to respond, giving them two days was already the benevolence of the Taixuan Zhenjun, which was the only deterrent power of the immortal realm in the world.

"Go in, enter the city, and it's up to you to succeed or fail."

Looking at the group of people entering the city, the huge phantom finally glanced at the mutilated corpse under the old willow tree and sighed.

"As for it? It's just a dispensable bet, as far as it's concerned? Before he died, he entered the road of merger, and successively broke through the three realms of Yuheng, Tianquan, and Tianji, and became a rare sword cultivation in the upper three realms in the world. ”

After speaking, the huge phantom slowly dissipated, the heavens and the earth returned to silence, the spring breeze blew, and a willow branch fell on his blood-stained unkempt long hair, as if he wanted to tie his hair in a bun for the end.

In the bamboo house on the mountain behind Lingzhou Shenxiu Peak, a burst of blood mist suddenly exploded from the chest of the Dingfeng True Monarch Su Yan in front of the chessboard, and the sword hanging on the wall shook wildly, trembling, if it wasn't for the master's palm, I am afraid it would have flown out.

"Lin Zhumao, you have been here for too long, have you forgotten where we came from? And why? Now this game is no longer as simple as a gamble, and the one who is guiding us towards his expectations, consciously or unconsciously. ”

"Click".

The white son fell, and the whole chess game was revitalized, and the white son, who was originally at a disadvantage, actually had a tendency to compete with the black son.

Yuzhou City is still so prosperous, this matter has nothing to do with ordinary people, they are still worried about life.

"Since the female devil has come to Yuzhou City, she will definitely be at the Jianghu Inn, go!"

Xia Qingming carried a long sword and led the group behind him straight to the Jianghu Inn, but Liu Weixuan, who was in charge of the town, was not in a hurry, and took his men to a wine shop to ask for the most ordinary burnt knife wine and three catties of mutton.

When the owner of the wine shop saw the person dressed up, he was immediately frightened and at a loss, and said secretly in his heart:

"His grandmother's, today is a day for nothing!"

But with an earnest smile on his face, he beckoned all the officials and masters to take their seats.

"Hey, these people are more magnificent than our lord in Yuzhou City."

After thinking about it, he immediately went to keep the kitchen busy, and he personally supervised it, and he didn't dare to let it go wrong.

"My lord, why don't we go directly to the Jianghu Inn?"

When they entered the city, they had taken off their visors, and they spoke as a young man, with dark skin and a resolute countenance, a rough man who did not smile.

For his question, the eyes of the rest of the waiting officers Xuan Jiawei focused on Liu Weixuan's direction.

"The primary purpose of our visit this time is to pass the message, if we have to go to the troubled waters, we will definitely have an unpleasant quarrel with Wei Xian, for some Jianghu sects, I Xuanjiawei naturally disdain, but Wei Xian is different, you are too young, you don't know him at all, this person was born in the army, the deputy commander of the former Yan Wang's head wolf "Luxury Wolf Army", the battlefield is ten thousand enemies and attaches great importance to love and righteousness, such a person does not want to be bad with him. ”

The other five nodded, as if they understood.

Inside the Jianghu Inn.

Xia Qingming and the others came to the counter, and a large ingot of gold smashed in front of the bookkeeper in coarse linen, who was missing an arm.

"Stay!"

The bookkeeper didn't lift his head, but pointed upstairs with his only remaining arm.

"There's been a lot of outsiders lately, sorry, it's gone, let's find another place."

"So, do you still have a sword?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the lobby, the two sides confronted each other, everyone clenched the weapons in their hands, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing.

Seeing this, Xia Qingming and Lu Yifan couldn't help but provoke the corners of their mouths, thinking that the news given by the master was really right.

"The demon Yan Xin is really an old acquaintance with the big shopkeeper Wei Xian, what can he do if he is a martial artist in the upper three realms, which one of the people present is not a character who has been climbing and rolling on the slope of the middle four realms for many years, and can't he get two pinches of beard on the tiger's mouth together?"

With this in mind, the white gentleman in the counter is already pinching the sword with two fingers at this moment, although he no longer has a sword, but with his cultivation in the Open Yang Realm, what does it matter if he doesn't have a sword.

"Poof!"

A sword was handed out, and an imposing sword aura suddenly crashed into Xia Qingming, who looked extremely disgusted in the eyes of the white gentleman.

"Decent and large? What a Wei Dao Mountain, I am a one-armed judge to lead and teach! ”

Then he jumped out from behind the counter, hooked his fingers back, and a brush stained with ink flew into his hand.

"Judge?"

His face was frivolous, but how could Xia Qingming have the slightest carelessness about this figure who was called the most likely to catch up with the immortal Li Canglan in swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, although he had always been a little disdainful of this title, thinking that Wei Daoshan was detached from the world, so he did not count Xia Qingming, the first disciple of the younger generation of Wei Daoshan, to achieve this unpopular Jianghu casual cultivation.

An ink line converged into a sword, Xia Qingming drew his sword and slashed lightly, and the wind lightly blocked this seemingly boring but actually hidden murderous move.

With a swing of the sword, the ink attached to the blade of the sword could not be extinguished.

Xia Qingming looked at Saber and frowned slightly, and the white gentleman opposite smiled slightly.