The Sword Casting Pavilion is independent outside the three factions and nine sects, it is an independent force, and it is also a force with a transcendent status in the rivers and lakes, and there have been many people in the rivers and lakes who have sharpened their heads to squeeze into the Sword Casting Pavilion, but since Han Jian Mo Ran took power, in order to prevent the situation after the death of the old man who cast the sword, a layer-by-layer assessment system has been set up for the Sword Casting Pavilion, and only after layers of tests and baptism can he become a disciple of the Sword Casting Pavilion, but Rao is so, and there is still a wave-like flow of people pouring into the Sword Casting Pavilion. But because of the death of Han Jian Moran, I thought that the Sword Casting Pavilion had achieved a completely closed message, there was still a situation where the trees fell and scattered, and many Sword Casting Pavilion disciples did not want to become victims of the collapse of the behemoth of the Sword Casting Pavilion. Although the contemporary pavilion master Mo Qing is full of wealth and the city is outstanding, but because of his low cultivation, he is no longer confused, and now he is only in the realm of the small yuan of the three yuan, and he can't really deter the heroes, so he can only turn a blind eye to this, fortunately, his son Mo Luobai is only twenty-eight years old, and he has already stepped into the realm of the great master with half a foot, and the scheming city is also extremely high, when Mo Ran was still alive, he loved his grandson very much, and repaid high hopes, hoping that the Sword Casting Pavilion could reproduce the glory of the old man who cast the sword in his hands. Only then did it change its name to "Luobai".

What is "Luobai": perseverance, ice and jade!

It's a pity that Mo Luobai is still too young, and the news of Han Jian's death leaked out for no reason, like a little spark in a pile of dry firewood. Although the Sword Casting Pavilion seems to have no waves on the surface, it is actually an undercurrent surging, Mo Ran made a lot of friends when he was young, and he also left a piece of kindness when he walked the rivers and lakes, so the contemporary pavilion master Mo Qing pinned his hopes on this, and asked for the already slim vitality for the Sword Casting Pavilion.

Mo Luobai stood on top of the tower, beside him was the old man known as the Ghost Sword Lin Qing by the rivers and lakes, he looked into the distance, his brows were twisted together, he sighed, and muttered: "Father has been away from the pavilion for five days, with his foot strength, he should have come back a long time ago, why is there no news until now?" ”

Lin Qing was still hiding in the dark, probably accustomed to being a shadow, and his hoarse voice came out slowly: "Young Pavilion Master, don't worry, even if the Pavilion Master is weak, he is also a person who has set foot in the Great Grandmaster, even if he encounters danger, with the cultivation of Linjiang Nine Steps, even if he is defeated, he will definitely be able to retreat." ”

Mo Luobai was not relieved by Lin Qing's comfort, but his brows tightened, he looked into the distance, and the palm of his back behind his back was also white.

Outside the mountains, there are patches of jungle, it completely covers the mountains, wrapping the Sword Casting Pavilion inside, this is the hidden method of the Sword Casting Pavilion, if the formation master is here, it is recognized, this seems to be a chaotic forest, but there is a law of arrangement that can be followed.

Outside the forest, a procession of swords, dressed in bright yellow brocade robes, and tied with long golden ropes, rode on horses and drove towards the forest.

Hidden Sword Villa!

More than 200 years ago, the tyrannical Qin ruled, the rivers and lakes rose, and the founding emperor Gaozu beheaded the white python and rose up to punish the tyrannical Qin with the overlord of Western Chu. The two sides agreed that whoever entered the capital first would be the new emperor. The ending is obvious, the ancestor of Gao conquered Xianyang and took the capital of Qin. The overlord was unwilling, and then set up a Hongmen banquet, after the temptation of all parties, and finally broke with Gaozu, the two sides fought several times, and the decisive battle was under the wall. The overlord was stubborn and self-serving, and finally ended up killing himself. There were also predecessors who sang poems for the overlord:

The emperor has fallen into power, and 8,000 soldiers are scattered and singing; Wujiang is not a boatless crossing, and it is ashamed to raise troops again to Dongwu. If you don't cultivate benevolence and talk about the army, how can you still fight for the way of heaven? The hometown on the other side of the river cannot be returned, and the name of the mountain has been empty for ten years.

The reason why the Tibetan Sword Villa can have such a high status in the rivers and lakes, in addition to the geniuses, is that the founder of the Tibetan Sword Villa is the one who fought with Gaozu on the battlefield, known as the late Qin Sword God, and was included in the eighteen founding princes of the Long Han Dynasty, Qu Chenghou, the closed disciple of Wormda. Because of the reason of Qu Chenghou, the Tibetan Sword Villa was able to enter the rivers and lakes for the first time, it can be among the best, after the Xuan Emperor, although the Qu Chenghou family declined, but the Tibetan Sword Villa is in full swing, deeply respected by the emperor, the owners of the Tibetan Sword Villa have served as a doctor in Taixue, and there is no lack of royal relatives in the villa, worship the door to study.

Although it is now a new dragon, the Tibetan Sword Villa is still the same as ever.

There were only a few people in the team of Tibetan Sword, and the leader was one who seemed to be in his fifties, with a thin face, his eyeballs seemed to be sunken, and two dark circles under his eyes seemed to have not rested for many years. His hair was half white and half black, not thick, bustling and drooping, and he sat upright on his horse, reached out and touched the mustache on his mouth, and a sinister smile kept coming from his thick lips. Although this person looks extremely funny, in the villa, this person's status is a high-ranking existence, not only because of his cultivation as a great grandmaster, but mainly because this person is the only younger brother of the contemporary owner Ye Hua - Ye Ming. In the Tibetan sword, there is also the title of "two village masters".

"The second owner, didn't the owner of the village let the young owner come to send the invitation? Why do you want us to wait for the people to stir up? ”

Beside Ye Ming, a big-bellied poop, the yellow fir on the body of the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes seemed to be about to be burst, and there was a big sword that was higher than a person behind it, and he was carrying it diagonally, I don't know if it was the big sword or the fat man was too heavy, and the fierce horse under the crotch was tired and made a "smack" sound.

Ye Ming's panda eyes trembled slightly, and he reached out and touched his mustache again, listening to the words of the fat man next to him, the second owner of the village smiled again, and said: "Ye Hong, Ye Hong, you have been by the master's side for more than ten years, and you can't even understand my eldest brother's hand?" ”

The fat man known as Ye Hong's little eyes rolled around, and then he smiled, and said: "Look at what you said, the villain is not stupid, although he has been cultivated by the master for more than ten years, he can only learn from you." ”

This metaphorical sycophant made Ye Ming very comfortable, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Hong, and said: "It's not that you don't know my little nephew, and you don't usually have a proper line, this time you automatically asked Ying to come to this Sword Casting Pavilion to deliver a letter, isn't it because of that Lao Shizi's 'Four Sons of Kyushu'?" So this Jianghu, that's it, a little bit of fame, there are those good deeds in order to be able to make a name for themselves, so they ranked this ranking, that title, my little nephew, it wasn't because of the village back then, won the name of a 'wine sword boy', in fact, how much gold content, who really knows? ”

Ye Hong has always known that his master is dissatisfied with the young owner who has a certain reputation in the rivers and lakes or in the villa, but he didn't expect that he would say it blatantly, but he can live under such a harsh master until now, and he can still live so nourishingly, naturally he is like a human spirit. For the master's complaint, he didn't talk about it, but just regarded it as a breeze blowing, and the left ear went in and out of the right ear.

"Who doesn't know, this kid has the closest relationship with the Prince of Liujiang of the Sword Casting Pavilion? The eldest brother's move is also to silently convey an ultimatum. Ye Ming didn't seem to care about the thoughts of the people around him, and said to himself. What 'Four Sons of Kyushu' is just a trick played by four little dolls, and the Sword Casting Pavilion at this time is already a tiger who has died of illness. ”

Thundered!

Just as Ye Ming was talking, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the distance, and he saw layers of blood-colored clouds, Ye Ming squinted his eyes and saw a team dressed in blood-red clothes and a big knife tattooed on his chest gradually appeared in the field of vision.

"Second Zhuang Master, this is, Bloody Clothes Gate?" Ye Hong rode close to Ye Ming and said in a low voice. "How could they have come from so far away, how much of a grudge this has against the Sword Forge Pavilion?"

Ye Ming sneered: "When the cold sword Mo Ran became famous, everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that the Sword Casting Pavilion would rise again, only this bloody cloth gate did not have long eyes, and he wanted to provoke Mo Ran, who was in the limelight for a while, and the Fan prisoner of the Bloody Clothes Gate was almost killed by Mo Ran's cold sword, and now that the cold sword has passed away, even if it is to get back to the field of the year, this bloody cloth gate will definitely fall into the ground, and it is said that this Fan prisoner has coveted the 'frost' of the old man of the sword casting for a long time." ”

Ye Hong chuckled and said, "Don't say that this bloody clothes gate, the Frost Divine Sword is even praised by the old owner, who in the world doesn't covet it?" Besides, the Sword Casting Pavilion has occupied the largest mineral vein in Kyushu for hundreds of years, and that is the fat meat that everyone is blushing at! ”

Ye Ming didn't answer, just gently touched his mustache.

"Huh?"

Ye Ming turned around and looked in the other direction, and suddenly couldn't help but show an expression of a dead rabbit and a fox, and said: "Pitiful, back then, Mo Ran wore a cold sword through the martial arts, what a scenery, what a demeanor, now that he is dead, he can't even protect his name, but it's a pity that the foundation of the Sword Casting Pavilion for hundreds of years is still ruined after all." ”

The news of Han Jian Moran's death spread far and wide, setting off a fishy wind on the rivers and lakes, the wind and clouds moved, and the heavens and the earth trembled. As a sword casting pavilion that is transcendent of the major forces, I am afraid that it is already crumbling at this moment. Regardless of the distance and proximity, all the forces gathered in front of the Sword Casting Pavilion Mountain Forest, eyeing each other. At this time, in the Sword Casting Pavilion, it also caused an uproar, and the disciples, Dharma protectors, and elders who had already wanted to escape from the place where they were about to fall into dire straits were also ready to move, but it was not yet time to tear their faces, so they were still waiting. In the resting place of the major elders, one by one the elders walked out of their residences and looked out of the mountains and forests, as if they saw the forces of the eight directions outside the pavilion, all with solemn faces.

"Sword Casting Pavilion, after all, it has come to this point, father, if you don't come back, the Sword Casting Pavilion will be gone!" Mo Luo's white eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at the back mountain, where Han Jian Moran's body was located.

Fifty miles away from the range of the Sword Casting Pavilion, there was a handsome man dressed in gorgeous clothes with an anxious face, and under the resentment, there was resentment, he was like a flying swallow, swept across the sky, looked at the Sword Casting Pavilion close at hand, and saw the various forces gathered in front of the mountain, his pupils constricted. "Elder Lin, what do you think of today's guys?" On the tower, Mo Luobai stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"The young pavilion master already has a fixed number in his heart, why bother to ask the old man again?" The rickety old man appeared silently, his voice hoarse.

"Yes! I have treated them well in the Sword Casting Pavilion, and their status in my Sword Casting Pavilion is also high, so why should I be killed in the Sword Casting Pavilion? Mo Luobai's face was full of grief.

"The Lord of the Young Pavilion knows that greed is infinite, and people's desires will never be satisfied!" The old man stepped out of the shadows, exposing his figure to the light.

It was a face that had gone through the years, skin like bark, and the scars of the ravines were very striking and terrifying, especially the left eye, which had been lost.

Although this old man looks very unbearable now, but in the rivers and lakes many years ago, the name of the ghost knife Lin Qing made many people in the rivers and lakes frightened, even if it is today's martial arts, when they hear the name of the ghost knife, they are still evading it and dare not meet its edge.

"Grandpa Lin, I have wronged you by letting you be the shadow of the Sword Casting Pavilion all these years!" Mo Luobai looked at the vicissitudes of the old man and sighed sincerely.

"Where is the young pavilion master, if it wasn't for the old pavilion master, I would never be able to lift this ghost knife again!" Ghost Knife Lin Qing looked at the young man in front of him who was already on his own, and his eyes were full of relief.

"Now, only when my father returns......"

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"Elder Li, what do you mean by that little bastard today?" Beside the Starry Sky Costume Elder, a man about forty years old bowed down and asked.

"What do you mean? Temptation. Li Ping had long sleeves on his back, his eyes staring at the tower in the center, and his eyes were sharp.

"The younger generation is dull, please make it clear to Elder Li." The man's brow furrowed slightly.

"You, you've eaten more than that kid for twenty years, and you can't even understand this small situation." Li Ping glanced at the man next to him with disdain, and did not explain.

"Mo Ran has a good grandson...... Mo Qing was very angry, and he also deeply understood what it means to be a tree falling and scattered, and what is a hot and cold world, when his father was famous for his benevolence and righteousness, he left a lot of kindness, but who would have thought that time had passed, and when his famous father died, in order not to let himself be involved in the whirlpool of the Sword Casting Pavilion, these old guys who had received kindness, regardless of their face, were stabbed on both sides, and they were yin and yang. What's more, he turned his face directly and didn't recognize anyone, and was driven out by the evil slave without even seeing his face. Mo Qing couldn't help sighing, and couldn't help but sigh at the sky, are all the people his father has supported in his life?

He traveled three thousand miles, the wind and dust, all with the "Linjiang Nine Steps" and "Honglu Eight Desolation Sutra", it is said that this is the inheritance left by the old man of the sword, Linjiang nine steps like a dragon, the speed is extremely fast, it can be said that it is not a problem to travel thousands of miles a day. The Eight Desolations of the Honglu Sutra is the internal strength of the heart, the sword casting vein wants to smelt the perfect weapon, the strong internal force is indispensable, and the biggest advantage of the heart sutra left by the old man of the sword is that the internal strength is the most powerful in the same realm!

But now that he has returned in vain, Mo Qing can imagine the expressions of those old guys in the pavilion, and think that there is no foreign aid to help, doesn't that mean that the Sword Casting Pavilion will be destroyed in his own hands? Thinking of this, it is inevitable that my heart is depressed, and I almost hit a boulder on the way. Although he didn't invite foreign aid, as a contemporary pavilion master, even if the Sword Casting Pavilion was destroyed, then he would have to live and die with the Sword Casting Pavilion.