Yangshuo, Guangxi, the four seasons are like spring; A sea of flowers, fragrant.

The General's Mansion is located in the city of Yangshuo in Guangxi. After Li Ji, the general of Zhenwei, pacified the Nanzhao Rebellion, the imperial court canonized Li Ji as a second-class marquis and guarded Guangxi.

Since Li Ji led 100,000 Ming Dynasty soldiers and horses to be stationed in Guangxi, Guangxi and Guizhou were peaceful, and all ethnic minorities no longer dared to rebel.

In the conference hall of the General's Mansion, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young general stood proudly, he had a silver helmet and silver armor, thick hands and feet, and tiger eyes like lightning, it was Li Ji's son Li Tianba.

Li Jiduan sat on the main seat, and a middle-aged general stood beside him, who had a grand head and a polite manner.

"Tianba, there is a report that has found clues to the treasure of Houyuan in Liaodong." Li Ji said in a deep voice.

When Li Tianba heard this, his eyes lit up. "I heard that the treasure of Houyuan is amazingly rich, if we can get it, it will be enough to equip an army of more than 200,000 people!" He answered with a loud voice.

Li Ji nodded slightly, "Back then, my father obtained half of the treasure map from Huang Pu, and the other half of the treasure map, I heard that it was in the hands of Fang Xiaoru's descendants. ”

"Fang Xiaoru's ten clans were killed, the treasure map is missing, and it took ten years for my father to secretly visit before there was news!"

"Dad, this matter should not be publicized, so let the child take someone to get the treasure and give it to Daddy, how about it?" Li Tianba shouted lightly.

Hearing this, Li Ji and the general beside him looked at each other and smiled.

"Dad has this intention, this matter is very important, I have an official position, I can't act rashly, otherwise I will be investigated by Jinyiwei!"

"My son's martial arts are world-renowned, brave and strategic, and he is the best candidate." Li Ji twisted his beard lightly, "I will send you Uncle Chi Tianhai, disguised and disguised, and bring a thousand good hands from the General's Mansion to go with you." ”

He paused, "The treasure must be in the area of Shencheng, bring the half of the treasure map in our hands with us, and if the time permits, take out the treasure and transport it back to Guangxi!" ”

Li Tianba and General Chi Tianhai in the hall clenched their fists together and took the order.

"If there is treasure to help, you can raise 300,000 soldiers and horses to fight for the world!" Li Ji muttered to himself in a low voice.

Wudang Mountain, Hubei Province, Cuizhu Peak.

Breaking the ground and soaring, the cold drives Sanjiu to lead the way. Do not shed spotted bamboo affectionate tears, willing to turn snow waves into spring mountains.

In the bamboo forest, a green-shirted girl is practicing Tai Chi.

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving. This girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face, a graceful posture, and bright eyes like autumn water.

The wild horse has a mane, the white crane has bright wings, and the hand is waving the lute... The girl's moves and styles are natural, and the fist is profound.

With the unfolding of the girl's fist, a breeze rose in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves seemed to have life, making a loud noise.

"Good!" A soft shout sounded, and Song Qingfeng, the head of Wudang, and two middle-aged Taoist aunts appeared on the edge of the bamboo forest.

The girl accepted her fist moves and stepped forward to salute: "Dad, Uncle Zhou, Uncle Feng, why are you here together?" The girl asked in a coquettish voice.

"Shuling, your Tai Chi Dao is natural, has the Tai Chi internal strength broken through the eightfold?" Song Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"Yes, the child just broke through the eightfold of Tai Chi internal strength the day before yesterday." Song Shuling, the girl in green, replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Qingfeng bowed slightly, and said to the two Dao aunts beside him, "What's the matter?" You two can rest assured, right? Shuling is already a first-class master of martial arts at the moment. ”

Zhou Yunbi, Feng Xiuxiu and Song Qingfeng are all second-generation disciples of Wudang, and their martial arts at this time are still at the peak of the sevenfold internal strength.

Zhou Yunbi, who was slightly chubby, said with a smile: "Shuling is really a genius in martial arts, even if she is in charge, she has only reached the eighth level of internal strength in her thirties. ”

Song Qingfeng's old face flushed, "Let's talk about business!" He coughed. The cultivation of internal strength, like sailing against the current, becomes more and more difficult the later it gets. After the sevenfold internal strength, many martial arts celebrities have practiced penance for ten years, and the internal strength can have a little entry, and Shuling should guard against arrogance and rashness! ”

"Remember, child!" Song Shuling spit out her fragrant tongue.

"The news of the Houyuan treasure has spread from the Northeast Kanto faction, and it is rumored that half of the treasure map has fallen into the hands of the Golden Sword Gate of the Shenyang Acropolis."

"The Houyuan treasure is related to the safety of the world, Shuling, you go down the mountain with the two uncles to explore the whereabouts of the Houyuan treasure. This trip is led by your Uncle Zhou, and you must listen to your Uncle Zhou's arrangement. Song Qingfeng said sternly.

"Great, I can finally go down the mountain again, walk the rivers and lakes, it's been more than a year since I went down the mountain last time!" Shuling clapped her hands and said happily, two shallow dimples on her face.

Song Qingfeng looked at the north, his face was sad, and he was silent for a long time: "If you meet Duguping's descendants on this trip, you need to take more care." ”

In the northeast, Jiananju is adjacent to Goryeo. Liao Wangfu, at this time it is spring in March, but the snow is fluttering in the small courtyard.

A stunning girl, wielding a long sword in the snow, fluttering in white, like a fairy outside the sky.

Zhu Kai, the king of Liao, put his hands behind his back and looked at the girl dancing with a smile of relief in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Outside Zhu Kai, there was a beautiful woman. With a black veil on his face and a cold expression, he is the famous ice jade fairy in the rivers and lakes.

"The county lord is gifted and intelligent, and his physique is different from ordinary people, and he is already similar to the strength of this palace at the moment." Speaking of this, a rare smile appeared on the Ice Jade Fairy's face. "The county lord's snowflake divine sword has been completed, and in a few years, it will be common for a single martial artist to be alone."

"There is news of the treasure of Houyuan in the Northeast!" King Liao said in a deep voice. "If we get the treasure, you and I can take revenge."

Hearing this, the Ice Jade Fairy gritted her teeth and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, and this time we have to get the treasure!" ”

"You accompany Xian'er to Shenyang Zhongwei and bring the 900 good players from the palace." The King of Liao commanded softly.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

"It's been more than six months since I left Xinghai Village," Dugu smiled at the bright moon in the sky and muttered to himself.

Over the years, in the dead of night, he would always be alone, silently looking at the bright moon, stroking his father's Pingtian Sword, and strongly thinking of his deceased parents.

After a while, the spring rain began to fall.

Xiaotian picked up the sword and began to dance in the rain in the basic sword style, lunge straight stab, turn back and split, raise the knee and slash, turn back and stab, hang the sword straight stab, virtual step frame sword...

"To practice the sword, you must be sincere, and you must be sincere to the sword, so that you can unite the sword and the sword!" The words of his father's teachings are still in his ears, but the person is no longer there, and tears blur Dugu Xiaotian's eyes.

He poured all the emotions of longing into the sword, and the drizzle seemed to pin all the sorrows between heaven and earth on him.

"Hum", the Pingtian Sword slashed through the raindrops, bringing a clear sound. The smiling sky is like hearing the morning bell and dusk drums, standing dumbfounded.

A picture of a slanting wind and drizzle appeared in his mind, and the rain was like ten thousand silk threads densely scattered in every part of the space, and it gently soothed Xiaotian's wounded heart.

The silky light rain slipped from the sky, the raindrops were so small, the rain curtain was so dense, and the mountains were covered with a white veil like cicada wings, lingering and endless.

"Layers of waves, drizzle, no beginning and no end!" A flash of inspiration flashed in Xiaotian's mind, and a blue mist flickered in his mind a few times. He slowly swung the long sword, and a trace of drizzling artistic conception gradually inspired from the long sword.

The morning light was faintly bright, and a rooster crow woke up Xiaotian.

Dugu Xiaotian stopped the long sword and stood up, "Unconsciously, it's been five hours since I practiced the sword, and my Hongmeng strength has broken through to the fifth stage." ”