After Li Ke took Li Bai to find his residence, he took out a white jade pen barrel, which was engraved with "Twelve".

"Taibai, you hold this pen. This thing is refined for the heavenly materials and earth treasures collected by my father in business for many years, and has been raised for many years with my Haoran temperature. You often bring it to your body, but all diseases will not invade, and after you open your mind, you will continue to nourish yourself with your righteousness, to a certain extent, you will feed back your own righteousness, and most importantly, this is a thing close at hand. ”

Li Bai took it with both hands. Since I was a child, I saw that there was a peculiar pen in my father's study, but my father never let him touch it, human nature is like this, the more you can't get it, the more you will crave it. So Li Bai has always wanted this pen.

Now the pen given by Li Ke is the same as the one in the study, but there is an extra twelve engraved on it. The second and twelfth are exactly Li Bai's ranking among his family peers.

After Li Ke settled Li Bai, he went home. Since then, Li Bai has studied hard every day.

It's been more than a year, and it's the height of summer. Li Bai in the Xiangershan School Palace, who read day and night in the library, gradually felt bored, and even began to wonder if he was not talented, otherwise why he had read so many classics, why had he not yet opened up.

After another half a month, Li Xianyi also felt that Li Bai was absent-minded, so he asked him to go out to play for a few days to relax. After all, Xiao Li Bai is only eight years old, and the people of the Seven Realms of Benevolence and Righteousness will not be able to see the hard work before?

On the second day, Li Bai went down the mountain and followed the flowing water of the mountain spring to catch fish and shrimp. For some reason, Li Bai always felt that the water flow was very interesting and trickling.

When I went down the mountain, I saw an old woman, holding an iron pestle of iron blue, about an arm's length, grinding on a stone, the front part of the iron pestle was much thinner than the back end, and the stone was also polished by the iron pestle.

Li Bai asked curiously, "Grandma, what are you doing?" ”

The old woman turned her head, looked at Li Bai kindly, and said, "Grandma, I want to grind this iron rod into an embroidery needle." ”

Li Bai said that he didn't understand, so he asked again, "It's so hard to grind, why don't you buy one yourself?" ”

The old woman smiled and said, "I don't want an embroidery needle, what I want is to prove that as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron rod can be sharpened into a needle." ”

Li Bai was deeply inspired by this, and then bowed to the old woman, "Li Bai thanked his grandmother for her teachings." ”

"Baby, come here." The old woman said and gently shook the iron rod in her hand, and the iron rod flashed green, and then turned into an embroidery needle and lay in the old woman's hand.

Li Bai's body was shocked, he looked at the old woman with a blank face, and was about to speak, but he saw the old woman's hand shake, and Qingmang attacked his head.

Li Bai only felt that his whole body was frozen, unable to move, and could only let the green mang pierce into the center of his eyebrows. However, there was no pain, just a drop of water on the center of the eyebrows.

Li Bai turned his mind and wanted to ask the old woman, but it turned out that there was still an old woman, and it had long disappeared.

At the same time, in the Jianmen Pass of Shuzhou, the iconic tower of the main city is majestic and tall, and the plaque reads "Sword Pavilion".

From time to time, sword qi appeared in the Sword Pavilion, but it was all absorbed by a stone tablet. The stele is as black as ink, about three zhang long and wide, seven zhang high, but there are dense sword marks on it, some deep and some shallow.

On a certain floor in the Sword Pavilion, two people sit opposite each other, to be precise, one person and one shadow sit opposite each other, and the figure is rickety, gradually turning from ethereal to real, and finally turning into an old woman. This old woman is the person who just pricked Li Bai.

"The old body has completed the trust of the Lord, and his heart is knotted, so he is about to disperse, and I hope that Lord Zheng will guard this world for him for thirty years before he grows up."

"I'm afraid the current situation won't last for a while." The man known as Lord Zheng was the Lord of the Sword Pavilion.

"The old body went to fight the two northern demons before scattering the road." The old woman's cloudy eyes were full of sword intent.

The master of the Sword Pavilion in front of the old woman got up, personally poured tea for the old woman, and then respectfully presented, "Zheng thanked Mrs. Mo for the people of the world, and earned a chance to breathe for the future life." ”

"Someone has to do it here, anyway, I'm already concerned."

After drinking tea, the old woman smiled towards the east, as if she saw the young man in white.

Li Bai, who was far away in Xianger Mountain, also seemed to feel something, and looked back to the west, but for some reason, there were tears in his eyes.

After the tea, the old woman pinched the immortal recipe with her hand, turned into smoke and dust, and disappeared in the Sword Pavilion.

On this day, the sword aura in the hinterland of the northern demon clan soared into the sky, shattering the clouds in all directions. Fifteen throne demons, two died in one day.

There is only one place of blood and stumps left on the battlefield, and it still exudes terrifying coercion, it is the demon blood of the big demon, but the residual sword qi still steadily overwhelms the power of this demon blood.

Sword Pavilion.

Lord Zheng instructed his subordinates, "The people of the world must know that the one who exchanged for life for the future life is the Great Sword Immortal of the Fourteen Realms - Mo Yu." ”

On this day, the sword cultivators of the Sword Pavilion in various states sacrificed flying swords, soared into the sky, and crossed the sky, which was the starting sword. Whenever a sword cultivator from the Hanhai Emperor Pass in the north died, the sword cultivator of the Sword Pavilion would pay tribute to his predecessors in this way, or thank them for sacrificing their lives. They knew very well why they could survive, just because there were still people guarding the city in that imperial pass.

For a time, everywhere in the territory of the Tang Kingdom, one after another sword lights were shining, rising to the sky, even if it was daytime, at this moment, tens of thousands of sword lights could compete with the sun, and the scene was magnificent.

However, the people who raised the sword were all tragic, and they only hated that their strength was not enough, and they couldn't go to that battlefield to see this great sword immortal named Mo Yu, with his outstanding demeanor and monstrous sword qi, and he sighed that the peak of the fourteen realms of the great sword immortal of the generation came to ......an end.

……

"Will you follow me?"

"From today onwards, your name is Mo Yu."

……

"Remember what I trusted, it was the last thing that the Terrans ...... overwhelmed."

Mrs. Mo's memories were flooding and she was full of smiles.

"Lord, I have fulfilled your entrustment, and now I can come to see you in peace......."

A rickety figure slowly dissipated into the ...... between heaven and earth.