Since ancient times, there is a saying that habit becomes nature, and as for Lu Guannan's sudden worship of Zongyang as his uncle, it is also the same.

In fact, Lu Guannan has his own set of logic, Zong Yang could have been a teacher, so that the title of Brother Nan became famous in Qingqiu is really a grace of reconstruction, the most critical point is that from the nineteenth generation of the head of the family, Zong Yang is really a generation higher than him.

There is a road that is dry and cold and dew, and the red furnace is warm in the secluded snow. Now Zongyang has been in the green hill for a few months, autumn goes to winter, knocking the mountain and green hill are covered by the vast white snow early, and occasionally a few birds sweep over the top of the mountain where the cold wind is howling, silent and bleak.

The vegetable patch in the yard finally rested, and there was a large pile of firewood, a thick layer of snow on top, and a few old hens hiding underneath to sort their hairiness.

There is no need to take care of the vegetable field, Lu Guannan can finally concentrate on sword practice, before he was able to defeat all the brothers one by one, all relying on Zong Yang to disassemble the opponent's moves and rehearse the sword moves in a targeted manner, it is purely a rigid routine, and now that the little uncle has spoken, he must practice the sword diligently in order to achieve integration.

As for Zong Yang, he rarely goes to the mountain behind the Hidden Sword Hall now, not because of the words of the head of the house that day, but because he took the initiative to give up.

Since Jiang Wuxiong comprehended the sword intent after witnessing the two crosses of the Mutian Sword Book, this kind of realm that is as difficult as ascending to the sky, in addition to the cultivation of the day after tomorrow, pays more attention to innate understanding. Zong Yang is so selfless to comprehend the sword marks for several months to no avail, then he has to accept this failed ending, this is not depressed and unconfident, but a manifestation of strong self-confidence, if you continue with the strength of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, that is ignorance, knowing that with self-ability can not be realized now, then no matter how many years it takes in the future, there will be no gain, this is a kind of self-confidence.

Jiang Wuxiong here is the orphan of the former Marquis of the Yanlong Empire, the eighth on the list of Mu Tianmei's legs, and the sinking fish of the Red Sleeve Building. Maybe it was because this name was not as beautiful as everyone's ladies, so she only told Zong Yang in a secret way.

The light of the life bead is getting dimmer and dimmer, and I don't know where Jiang Wuxiong drifted to the rivers and lakes with the fire of revenge, and I don't know if Mu Tian is still on the top of Tiantai Mountain, and whether he has figured out the legs and the Tao on his shoulders.

Zong Yang looked up at the gray sky, the wind from the steep mountain blew on the top, blowing off a drop of cold water on the eaves ice candle, a few small snowflakes like crumbs fell on his face, the slightest coolness made people clear, he lowered his head and continued to look at the book "Chaoyang Zi on the Three Swords" in his hand, almost the end.

The masturbation man on the side is practicing swords in the light snow with hot air, the long sword brings gusts of snow wind, his swordsmanship does not match the mushroom head and simple posture, elegant and domineering.

"You've stepped into the threshold of the sword." Zong Yang smiled slightly.

"Hey, hey." The masturbation man showed his teeth in surprise, which was such a blink of an eye's mood swings, and then blended into the snow wind and practiced the sword seriously.

It is not easy to enter the sword in the eyes of ordinary people, but Uncle Xiao said that entering the sword is just the foundation of the foundation.

After reading the last few pages of "Chaoyangzi on the Three Righteous Swords", Zong Yang completely read all the sword scores sent by the master, and did not forget to comment: "It turns out that Chaoyangzi is the ancestor master, and these three righteous swords have absorbed the essence of all Qingqiu's treasured sword books, which cannot but be described as broad and profound." ”

The so-called Qingqiu Sanzheng Sword is three sets of sword scores that each represent the field of swordsmanship in the world, namely Yongjian "Guiyi Sword Technique", Zhijian "Yin and Yang Liangyi One Style Sword" and Renjian "Da Qiankun".

Among the three righteous swords, Yongjian Zongyang has already cultivated thoroughly, and the other Zhi Jian and Ren Jian have only seen the moves and sword tricks once in the past few days, and they know it by heart.

Lu Guannan listened to Zong Yang's muttering, and in his words he actually mentioned the Sword Cultivation Zhenshan Sword Technique Sanzheng Sword, which he had admired for a long time, and couldn't help but wipe the hot sweat under the mushroom's head, and asked, "Uncle Xiao, have you finished reading all the sword books?" ”

"Yes." Zong Yang sniffed the fresh, icy air and replied.

"Teach me a few tricks, a few senior brothers have been unconvinced recently, I have to learn to press the bottom of the box." Lu Guannan teased.

"I forgot." Zong Yang reluctantly told him that he had indeed read all the sword scores, but he had indeed forgotten them.

"What?" Lu Guannan said in surprise.

Zong Yang got up, he couldn't explain why he forgot all the sword moves he had seen, but forgetting was forgetting, if these two simple words were heard by Mu Tian, it would have the effect it should have, and that colored sword immortal would definitely hide in some unknown corner, shouting envy and jealousy with a sour face.

"Prepare more pen and paper for me these days, I want to create a sword book." Zong Yang looked at the Hidden Sword Hall and said lightly.

"What!" Lu Guannan was still breathing, this time he was shocked.

……

A few days later, one early morning.

"Uncle Junior, our rice jar is empty." Lu Guannan was a little twisted and wanted to speak.

"I'll get it." Zong Yang knew what Lu Guannan was going to say, in the eyes of outsiders, he was still a master, and he couldn't let the master get the rice.

asked Lu Guannan about the place to receive the rice, Zong Yang shook some of the remaining rice in the rice bag to the hens, picked up the rice bag and set off alone.

In fact, Zongyang rarely goes out, and he is very unfamiliar with the layout of Qingqiu, so far he only knows how to go to Qingxiao Palace, but fortunately, Qingqiu has a plaque and a small view of the large hall of a certain scale, and he only needs to say it again, and he will remember the route clearly.

Zong Yang likes winter very much, so he shrunk in a cotton jacket, and then walked on the silent snow track, stepping on the snow and listening to the falling snowflakes around him. The buildings here are scattered, with ancient Taoist charms, and the sandalwood incense in the air and the distant bells are especially beautiful.

Zong Yang smiled for no reason, because he missed that winter day, and the old man of the dice didn't know that the crotch of his pants was open, and after walking in the snow for a long time, he shouted that the egg was frozen.

"Little junior brother, where are you going?" A female voice like a silver bell broke the silence and interrupted Zong Yang's thoughts.

"Receiving rice." Zong Yang smiled at Senior Sister very politely.

The three senior sisters were wrapped in cotton clothes with a simple color, obviously they were straight disciples, and the only difference between the three of them was the hair ornaments on their heads and their own light makeup.

Qingqiu has regulations on the appearance of female disciples, and the named female disciples are quite obedient, but those female disciples who are a little higher and love beauty are a different matter, and they will always spend a little bit of care, but this is also a benefit for a large group of male disciples, especially in the summer when they are thinly dressed.

"Don't you have to be so handsome when you laugh, I hate it!" Senior Sister didn't turn her head and whispered a scolding sentence with her heart, turned her face in the most beautiful posture, and asked with a light in her eyes: "Do you know how to go to the Food Fragrance Palace?" Do you want your sister to show you the way? ”

"Senior Sister Xie, I'll go by myself." Zong Yang said that he would retreat, and for some reason, looking at the eyes of the senior sisters in front of him, he remembered those warblers and Yanyan in the Red Sleeve Building.

Under the admiring eyes of the senior sisters, Zong Yang walked into a rainy corridor, thinking that it was quiet, but he didn't know that there was another voice in front of him: "Little junior brother, where are you going?" ”

Zong Yang was like a fragrant bait, falling into a lake where koi fish swam away, and the news that Qingqiu's first disciple came out to receive rice swept the entire Qingqiu, and in the blink of an eye, the senior sisters all over the mountain came out, which made him sigh helplessly, why are there so many senior sisters on this cold and snowy day? !

I don't know if I am born in happiness and do not know blessings, and how many senior brothers shrink aside to envy, jealousy and hatred.

Qi Cultivation's hostility towards Sword Cultivation is continuing in another way among the younger generation.

Finally received the rice, and finally got rid of the tiger and wolf senior sisters, Zong Yang smiled embarrassedly because he was lost.

I thought that as long as I could see the Qingxiao Palace, the tallest building in Qingqiu, then I could distinguish the direction, but after turning east and west around a hill, the towering eaves of the Qingxiao Hall were no longer visible.

"Senior brother is good at swordsmanship!"

In a small temple in front of him, there was an exclamation.

Zong Yang continued to walk forward with the rice bag on his back, and looked curiously at the small temple that had just exclaimed, and there was a striking plaque with the words Tianxing written on it, and there were more than a dozen thinly clothed figures practicing swords in the courtyard, and one of them was carrying a sword with one arm on his bare body.

Every Xiaoguan has a master, and of course there will be a senior brother, and I don't know which one this is, but Zong Yang feels a little familiar.

As soon as he stopped, he suddenly saw the man's wrist turning, and the long sword in his hand turning, and a stream of air began to brew at the tip of the sword like a tornado, and several people in front of the long sword hurriedly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, the tornado had become a climate, rolling up snowflakes in the air.

"Awesome!" Several onlookers praised in unison.

Zong Yang stared fixedly, knowing that this sword move was still beyond the scope of swordsmanship, presumably this person was already a master of the Peerless Spirit Realm.

The tornado roared like a snow dragon to a plum tree in the distance, after devouring a branch of plum blossoms, those petals that swirled wildly in the tornado magically flew towards the tip of the sword, the sword master turned the long sword and turned to make a move The crane roared in the sky, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky, and the tornado also looked up to the sky and roared, which was a move in the sword.

With another exclamation, the man fixed his sword, and the tornado dissipated, and the snowflakes and petals that were swept in the air fell one after another, as if they had lost their spirituality. The man took a deep breath, his qi retracted, and the long sword in his hand danced violently, and in an instant the sword light overflowed, and those petals were like butterflies flying only in the storm, fluttering, and after three breaths, they turned into crumbs smaller than snowflakes.

The man put away his sword and raised the corners of his mouth for the praise of the crowd.

After watching this scene, Zong Yang smiled and shook his head, without too much praise in his eyes.

"Who?!"

Peeking will always be discovered, let alone a fair peek.

"Which registered disciple who doesn't have long eyes?!" A young disciple shouted.

Facing the eyes of the person in the middle again, Zong Yang finally recognized the other party, the guy who carried the sword arrogantly at the sword sacrifice ceremony, who else could he be if he was not the chief disciple, so the few people around him would be clear.

All the registered disciples of Shangqingqiu, only after passing the various examinations, are eligible to be included in the names of the younger generation of masters and become direct disciples. As the elder teacher of the younger generation, the elder teacher no longer accepts apprentices, except for one person, that is, the head of the family. The head of the sect will accept a group of closed disciples, their generation is the same as the younger generation of masters, one generation higher than the ordinary direct line disciples, they are the elite disciples of Qingqiu, and now plus the new disciples of the head of the sect at the sword sacrifice ceremony, a total of ten, known as the ten masters of Qingqiu.

Zong Yang didn't want to cause any trouble, so he turned around with the rice bag on his back to leave.

"Hugh away!"

The three figures chased after him menacingly, blocking Zong Yang's way.

"Want to learn swordsmanship?" At first, a fat man asked indiscriminately and assumedly.

"Nope." Although Zong Yang was a registered disciple, he never felt that the three masters in front of him were superior.

"Also, with your qualifications, what can you steal?" The other glanced at Zong Yang with disdain and said.

Sanjie couldn't recognize the identity of Zongyang Sword Cultivator, but said that it was the Qi Cultivation Registered Disciple who led the rice to break into here by mistake, since he had already drunk a few words, he should also let him go, there was no need to get along with the lowest-level registered disciple.

Seeing that the three of them intended to make their debut, Zong Yang also wanted to leave, but who knew that another senior sister walked out of the courtyard, stared at Zong Yang with a slight frown and asked, "You just saw the swordsmanship of the senior brother, why did you shake your head?" ”

She was the first to discover Zong Yang and witnessed Zong Yang's shaking of his head, this curiosity drove her to break the casserole and ask the end.

"The sword moves are a little inadequate." Zong Yang's faint answer surprised the ten masters in front of him.

"Haha!" The fat man laughed first, and then like a contagion, the other eight also laughed to varying degrees, but the senior brother didn't bother to look at Zong Yang again, and went straight to get dressed.

"Who are you?" The fat man smiled with tears in his eyes and asked interestingly.

"Sword Cultivator's famous disciple Zong Yang."

The fat man obviously suppressed a strong smile, and then asked teasingly, "Is it the Dragon Transformation Realm?" ”

"It's not."

"Wu Ji?"

"It's not."

Poof-

The fat man finally couldn't hold it anymore, and pointed at the tip of Zong Yang's nose and laughed wildly.

"The masturbation man was arrogant a while ago, you think you can be so pretending to be a tiger, and you have no bounds?!" A man in the courtyard shouted.

Maybe that nickname is indecent and immoral, as an elite disciple of Qingqiu, the first thing to pay attention to cultivation is the senior sister deliberately glared at the one in the courtyard just now.

"What qualifications do you have to comment on Senior Brother's swordsmanship?!"

A person next to the fat man asked while pushing Zong Yang's chest, who knew that he didn't push half a minute, Zong Yang turned his head to look at him, and this person was instinctively deterred by Zong Yang's eyes and shrank back.

"The waste of that kind of dish is just a clown."

The words were light and unfazed, and came out of the mouth of the chief disciple of Qingqiu, which was extremely domineering. He tightened his open cotton clothes, his well-defined muscles showed his strength, he flicked the snowflakes on his forehead, and squinted at Zong Yang.

The other nine heroes looked at Zong Yang proudly and arrogantly.

"Sword cultivation, it's a joke in Qingqiu, one day, Qingqiu will only shine brightly in our hands!" The chief senior brother turned his back and dropped a sentence: "You and your master, I don't even need the slightest aura to step on my feet." ”

In fact, he still cares a lot about Zong Yang's arrogant and shameless comment, how can an ant who is not even as good as a finch be qualified to evaluate the high-flying bird.

The arrogant remarks of the chief disciple really aroused Zong Yang's arrogance, and the battle blood in his body faintly began to boil, but this was only for a moment, Zong Yang was still calm as water after all, and he smiled calmly. Either directly draw the sword and start it, it is really a mother's thing to do with your mouth, and you have seen the swordsmanship of the chief disciple, the head of the ten masters, but they have pressed their strength in the psychic realm, and he has the confidence to fight ten against one.

However, Zong Yang's idea was not known to the ten people present, otherwise imagine that a sword cultivator rookie who was not even in the Martial Extreme Realm would want to cross two small realms and one realm to challenge them, such an absurd act would inevitably provoke laughter!

Zong Yang turned around silently and walked away with the rice bag on his back, he didn't bring a sword today, so he didn't care.

"Why don't you give you a chance, let's have a competition with our junior brother first, let me wait to see your swordsmanship that you don't know how to swordsmanship, if you win, and then teach me swordsmanship, how about it?"

The proud chief disciple suddenly stopped, and threw out this sentence for no reason, he was not bored, but for sword cultivation, he didn't want to miss any opportunity to trample, not to mention that Lu Guannan insulted a qi cultivator a while ago, and he had long wanted to find a chance to return the favor.

Zong Yang didn't answer, because winning the weakest one was very boring.

"Don't you have the courage to do it?" The fat man finally choked, rolled his eyes and scolded: "When did the sword cultivation become dumb cultivation?!" ”

For this kind of insult, Zong Yang has always barked like a dog and continued to move forward.

"Take me to greet your waste master!" The fat man didn't like to scold back when he didn't like to scold, so he could only take advantage of the situation to humiliate again.

Zong Yang held his footsteps and burst out with murderous energy.

Everyone has reverse scales, and he has it too, although the fat man refers to Lu Guannan, but he only has a master in his heart.

Seeing that Zong Yang was aroused, the fat man hurriedly glanced back at the senior brother with a smile, and said hurriedly: "Then it's decided, Qi Cultivation Yue Xiaofeng and Sword Cultivation Zong Yang will talk about the battle in front of the Martial Palace in three days, and those who should not fight will consider themselves the No. 1 waste in Qingqiu." ”

Zong Yang stepped forward again after hearing this, and Mu Tian's words sounded in his ears, if someone offends me, then the Kunlun sword will bleed into the ocean, and chase the Yellow River for thousands of miles. In this battle, he can be regarded as a response.

"I always felt that he was a little different, and there was a taste of murder in his eyes." The only senior sister from the General's Mansion present looked at Zong Yang's distant back and said, frowning again. She has seen a lot of veterans of the general colonel who have come back from the battlefield to recuperate in the house, and this kind of look will not be mistaken.

……

Under the ancient cypress on the mountain, Zong Yang, who had brought the rice back, sat cross-legged, and the previous questions echoed in his ears.

"Is it the Dragon Transformation Realm?"

"Wu Ji?"

He slowly closed his eyes, and the golden crow flames around him ignited.

"That trillion flames are the composition of your body, which means that you have obtained the power of the sun god to help you remove the qi of death yin. As for the battle words, it is related to the magic pattern of your right hand, and it must be to directly temper your body with unpredictable energy! One day all you have left in your meditation world is the word war, which means that you have the power of this body completely, what kind of freak will that be? ”

Half an hour later, Zong Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of blood red.

Ahh

Every inch of his muscles crackled, his whole body was hot and red, and a seemingly limitless force erupted from the roar.

At this moment, although the magic pattern on his right hand was black, it was dazzling.