It's late autumn.

On the shore of the Bohai Sea.

"Boom", but under the gray sky, there were waves crashing on the shore, and the sound was like thunder.

The ink waves swept, the wind raged, and the undulating sea, only between the ups and downs of the waves, suddenly a pair of eyes quietly opened from the water, indifferent and resolute, sharp as a sword.

There were people in the sea.

"Wow!"

For a moment, I saw that the thick sea water was broken off in an instant, and a dark sword light opened the sea in waves, breaking through the water, which was shocking.

And when the waves opened and closed, he saw a man come out of the sea.

This person is nearly middle-aged, the white clothes are lonely, there is a white cloth belt on the eyebrows, the shoulders are draped with messy hair, and the face is half hidden, and it is difficult to see the true face. But the most conspicuous thing is the sword behind the opponent's back, which is a strange long sword of almost six feet, which is not owned by the Central Plains, but the unique saber of Fuso swordsmen.

It has been thirteen years since the Central Plains martial arts went through several years of catastrophe, the eastward advance of the Demon Sect, the turbulent times of the Qinglong Sect, and then the turmoil of the Money Gang, the Tianxia Alliance, and the disaster of Tianzun.

He was so tired.

Wudang.

But none of this matters, in his heart, if there is really a difficulty in this world to ascend to the sky, it is to challenge Li Ducian.

And now, he is going to ascend to the sky and fight against it.

Crossing from Fusang alone, walking through the boundless sea, ordinary people don't say what to do, they can't even think of it, but he did it. On the way here, he also fought with shark whales from time to time, chopping the wind and waves, and the hardships he experienced were almost like climbing to the sky.

The first thing this man said was a name.

I didn't want to sleep like this, but I slept for three days and three nights, just standing so straight, exposed to the wind and sun, and sleeping soundly until I almost died.

He couldn't remember how many times he had pronounced it.

The white-clothed swordsman pondered for a long time, and then muttered: "World Alliance! ”

In the past thirteen years, the Central Plains martial arts can be said to have ushered in an unprecedented grand occasion, all sects and factions, all gangs and trends, all of which are opening the mountain gate, recruiting disciples, recruiting children, all of which are growing day by day.

……

At the time of the annual opening of the mountain gate in Wudang and the acceptance of disciples, the carriages and horses had arrived one after another a few days before the mountain, and they had been waiting for a long time.

In order to remember all the time, he thought about it day and night, and it almost turned into a nightmare in his heart; In order to be able to set foot in the Central Plains, in order to be able to fight with this person again, he was disgusted with joy and gave up his feelings and desires, just to reach the peak of kendo.

The white-clothed swordsman came ashore and stopped, and the waves behind him also closed.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the sword intent is rushing into the sky.

"Li Dusk!"

But before the big war, it is natural to have enough spirits.

The ninth day of October.

However, after whispering, the man closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It wasn't until one early morning three days later that the white-clothed swordsman opened his eyes, stepped on his feet again, and walked towards the Central Plains.

In the past, the masters of several factions were almost completely destroyed in the catastrophe, so that they were not recalled. It is precisely these thirteen years that have enabled them to recover their vitality and regain their former glory, even surpassing them.

But the strange thing is that despite the rise and growth of various forces, there is little bloodshed.

Just because at the end of this mixed rivers and lakes, there is always a force that dominates all directions, sweeping the martial arts of the thirteen provinces, supreme and mighty, unshakable.

The World Alliance.

Up to now, no one knows how many members of the Tianxia Alliance are.

No one knows how many alliance masters there are in the World Alliance, how many masters, how many hall masters, and even the great alliance leader is about to become a person who lives in rumors, unfathomable, and difficult to peek into.

The only thing that others know is that the amount of money earned by the Tianxia Alliance has reached the point where it can be described.

There is also the fact that the power of the Tianxia Alliance is very large, so big that it can command the Western Regions, rampant in the seven seas, and look down on the Central Plains.

Such a force, looking at the past and present, is also unique, it is really earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, and it is the only one in the past and present.

In the past thirteen years, there have been many masters in the rivers and lakes.

Among them, the head of Wudang, Qingsong Daochang, is one of the leaders.

This person became famous late, but he became a late bloomer, and he was nearly 100 and a half years old before he became famous in the rivers and lakes with his "Liangyi Swordsmanship". After ten years, it took a lot of hard work to revitalize the Wudang faction, so that the Wudang faction reappeared in its past glory, and it became the first major faction in the righteous path of martial arts.

And today is not only the day when the Wudang faction opens the mountain gate, but also the 60th birthday of the head of Qingsong Dao.

At this time, many young heroes had already gathered at the foot of Wudang Mountain who had rushed from all over the world to join the school. Among them, there are many descendants of martial arts families, and there are also some young masters of the Jianghu forces, or the sons of wealthy businessmen, but the most are ordinary people who have neither foundation nor backing.

Just said that in the pile of people who couldn't see the end at a glance, I saw two young men sitting with their sleeves squatting next to a big bluestone, and their buttocks were in distress and boredom.

These two people are in average shape, and even their appearance is the same, they are covered with a big gray jacket that has been washed to white, and it is difficult to hide the color of wind and dust on their faces, as if they have traveled a long way, looking at their gray faces, just like refugees fleeing the famine.

"There are too many of them."

As he spoke, the man on the left took out half of the biscuit from his sleeve and ate it by himself, chewing it very hard, looking bitter and hateful.

The crowd on the right who looked at the black pressure was also big for a while, "I heard that Bashan Sword House is also going to recruit disciples, if it doesn't work, let's try it." ”

The two of you said a word, I said a word, and after speaking, they all looked at the person squatting on the big bluestone, "Dad, you have something to say." ”

"Say what?"

But when he saw that the man had his back to the two at first, he immediately turned his head when he heard the sound, good fellow, he was really unkempt, in tattered clothes, and more like a beggar than a beggar.

"Don't think about whether you can be picked first, think about the good in everything, in case those old-timers on the mountain really bring you into the door, but remember to practice hard, don't be like your father and me, do nothing and live a poor life."

Hearing the man's words, the two brothers nodded hurriedly.

In order to send them to Wudang to apprentice, their father and mother took out all their savings, and scraped together more than ten or twenty taels of silver.

Then.

"Who is from the Gusu Shi family?"

Suddenly, a young Taoist greeted him aloud on the mountain path.

Immediately, a white-faced young man came out of the crowd and bowed his hand, "Junior Shi Yan, I have seen the Taoist." ”

The young Taoist smiled and asked, "Is there anyone from the Mu family in Shanxi?" ”

"Yes!" I saw another young man with a sallow face squeezed out of the pile, "Senior Mu Fei, I've seen the Taoist." ”

"You two go up the hill with me."

The young Taoist carried the Dao sword on his back, held the dust whisk, raised his hand and made a move, and he was already leading the two of them towards the mountain.

Seeing this scene, the man on the big bluestone rolled his eyelids and sneered: "Dare to love this is still predetermined, what is good is like water, and it is simply bullshit." ”

These words startled the two teenagers beside him, and they hurriedly looked around, and saw that no one had heard, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, or we'll ......"

Before the words were finished, everyone under the mountain shuddered in unison and gave way one after another.

But in the bleak autumn wind, there was a white-clothed swordsman with a sword, carrying a six-foot long sword, picking up the steps step by step, and going straight to the gate of Wudang Mountain.

"Who is the head of the Wudang Sect?"

The majestic voice actually resounded through most of Wudang Mountain, and the bell on the top of the mountain buzzed incessantly, causing the wind and clouds to change.

Everyone at the foot of the mountain was so weak that they collapsed to the ground, dizzy from the shock.

I don't know who sighed and exclaimed, "Oh no, thirteen years of tribulation!" ”

(End of chapter)