When Xiang Ming said the three words Qingfeng Sword, the entire hall instantly fell into an eerie silence.

That kind of silence is not the silence as ordinary people understand, but a feeling similar to the stillness of time and space.

At this moment, even the wind outside the hall seemed to be quiet.

Xiang Ming was in a trance, and when he came back to his senses, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand was no longer there, and Master Zhuang in front of him was looking behind him.

Xiang Ming realized something, turned around, and knelt straight to the ground on one knee towards the back: "Master." ”

A man with a handsome face, a jade crown on his head, and a dusty arm stood behind him at some point.

He was scrutinizing the Qingfeng Sword in his hand.

"I didn't expect it to be reforged again, Shaohua's skills are really extraordinary, it's just ......" The man raised the Qingfeng sword, stretched out two fingers and flicked it lightly on the sword body, and a crisp sword sound came out.

"Xiang Ming, you have also practiced the Great Chu Sword Song since you were a child, what did you hear from this sword sound?" As soon as the man's tone changed, he suddenly began to think about Xiang Ming.

Xiang Ming's mind is full of wanting to take the master to save Meng Juntong at the moment, where is the heart to face the master's exam.

"Master, Juntong is in crisis, please follow me to save her quickly. Xiang Ming After three days and two days of sleepless travel, coupled with the anxiety and urgency in his heart, the original good cultivation and good patience were not much left at this time, if it weren't for the awe that he had for the master since he was a child, he was afraid that he would have grabbed the master and rushed directly to Meng Juntong.

Three days and two nights have passed, and if the time drags on for a long time, I am afraid that Meng Juntong's situation is dangerous, and he will be injured by Lu Weilou, which is not a joke.

Even if he had never despised Meng Juntong's ability, where was the terrifying of Lu Weilou that Meng Juntong could compare to that of a little grandmaster.

"Answer your master's words. Master Zhuang immediately put on a stern posture.

Xiang Ming was educated here when he was a child, and Mr. Zhuang's strictness in disciplining his disciples was famous in the entire Longchuan City.

How many children of noble families cried and shouted and begged the elders of the clan to let them go and not send them to Mr. Zhuang to study.

Who doesn't know that if you enter Mr. Zhuang's school, you will lose your skin if you don't die.

Although such opportunities are not available to everyone, Mr. Zhuang only accepts seven students every five years.

And because Mr. Zhuang is nominally teaching apprentices for the national teacher, entering Mr. Zhuang's school also means that he can form a relationship with the most solemn national teacher in the Longchuan Imperial Capital.

As long as there are still good disciples in the family, the elders in the sect will do whatever it takes to get this relationship.

Perhaps out of fear of Mr. Zhuang's majesty, Xiang Ming lowered his head: "Tell the master, the disciple is dull, and I didn't hear anything in this sword sound." ”

"That's right," Junyi Guoshi flicked his hand and inserted the sword into the sheath, and smiled at Xiang Ming: "There is nothing in this sword sound." ”

Xiang Ming was stunned in place, and did not react for a while.

Originally, he was ready to accept the reprimand of the national teacher or Mr. Zhuang, but he didn't expect that it would be such an answer.

The Great Chu Sword Song runs through the sword path with vocal music, and listening to the sword is the basic skill for all the disciples of the Xiang family to practice the Great Chu Sword Song.

Knocking on the sword and hearing the sword to distinguish the product, this is the ability that every child of the Xiang family must have before the age of fifteen.

If they do not reach this level, they will be unceremoniously sent to the front-line Xiang family branch, and they will not be able to return forever without being recalled by their own clan.

"Xiang Ming, ten years ago, I proposed to His Majesty that you take the position of commander of the Dragon Shadow Forbidden Army in Qin, when you were only fifteen years old, I still remember the way you looked at me before you left home, and the resentment in that gaze could be felt even by passers-by. ”

Xiang Ming didn't know why the national master suddenly told him this.

Ten years ago, he had the opportunity to compete with his cousins for the position of a prince, the so-called prince is the same as the prince of a country.

The title of the Xiang family can be hereditary, and the Xiang king of each generation will also be contested by multiple princes.

The branches of the Xiang family are extremely wide, and there are hundreds of children of the younger generation.

Not to mention becoming the king of Xiang and getting the qualification to run for the crown prince, there is a feeling of thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

But it was such an opportunity, but because of the master's words, he sent himself to the Qin State to be the commander of the Dragon Shadow Forbidden Army, and he gave it up on his own.

Such an opportunity is only once for every child of the Xiang family, and if you give up, you will not have it. If you want to compete for the position of King Xiang again, you can only fight a little bit hard to make earth-shattering military exploits in the Xiang family, and only then can you be qualified to start the final battle with those who are called the best.

To be honest, Xiang Ming at that time really hated his master very much.

He even felt that the master deliberately did not let himself compete for the position of the crown prince.

The youthful Xiang Ming felt that as long as he fought for himself, he was at least seventy percent sure that he could get that position.

Becoming the crown prince, whether it is cultivation or others, can get the best resources of the family, which can be compared with him going to the small city of Qin, crawling and rolling, and mixing from the market is simply the difference between heaven and earth, clouds and mud.

Xiang Ming lowered his head: "Master, at that time, the disciple was young and ignorant, and he didn't understand the master's painstaking efforts. If I had fought for the position of crown prince at that time, how could I have let go of me with the tiger and wolf hearts of my cousins at that time. ”

Although Xiang Ming is in the market, over the years, Mr. Zhuang has always sent Dragon Shadow secret agents, and he has to send him books in a steady stream.

In the fragrance of calligraphy, Xiang Ming's mind is also maturing little by little, and he gradually understands the good intentions of the national master that day.

The national teacher Fuchen smiled lightly and said: "There are things to ask for, there are things to ask for, there are things to ask for, there are things to ask for, and there are things to ask for, just like this Qingfeng sword in my hand, it originally lived in the most powerful true dragon soul in the flood era, but now it is an empty sword shell, and it is sharp, and there is no longer a divine light." ”

Xiang Ming was confused by the words of the national teacher, and he was a little confused.

"You're worried about that little girl?" asked the national teacher knowingly.

Xiang Ming nodded without hesitation: "Ask the master to save her." Xiang Ming pleaded.

The national teacher smiled abruptly: "I wanted you to look for her, and I naturally won't die without help." ”

"Then master, let's get up, there are still thousands of miles away from that place, let's ......"

The national teacher pressed his palm towards the eager Xiang Ming and signaled him not to worry: "Don't worry, she is fine." ”

After saying that, he pointed to the Qingfeng sword in his hand: "The sword master is dead, and the sword does not sound." ”