"However, didn't the second master say that within three years, the rest of the Jiao will stop for a few days? Now the three-year period is almost here, maybe there is a chance. ”

So far, Ren Pingsheng still thinks that Yuan Dazhui is his master, so naturally, he is really called the second master.

"Can't wait. "Even if it is so coincidental that you come across it, when you get to the bottom of the mountain, all the people in the world will hunt you down." Those people are more powerful than the Langshang Daoist on the Mountain of No Return, even if it is Jia Bancong of the powerful martial arts hall, how many times more powerful. Do you think my old bones have a chance?"

"So, my biggest chance is to stay in the mountains. ”

"Then, why can't I stay on the mountain?" the young man's eyes sparkled, but he had never been in the habit of crying when he was so big.

"Because if you're here, we're going to fight harder, and we're going to get more casualties. No one has a chance. ”

"Because of this sword?" Ren Pingsheng asked.

"Yes, this sword is a mission that we can't shake off, and it's also a curse that our hunters, generations, can't unravel. Even if you abandon him in the barren mountains and mountains, and then escape from the world, others will follow that subtle sword qi to find you, or your descendants, and put him to death as soon as possible. ”

The father stretched out his big hand and stroked the young man's black hair, "Therefore, our ancestors have been hoping that there will be a generation of children and grandchildren who can completely unravel this curse." I know, it's not easy. ”

"Why me?"

"Because you are the only person who can pull out the iron sword from the watchpost of the Yingsheng Bridge in five hundred years. Back then, an old immortal helped Si'an Village build the bridge, just to contain the sword qi of this sword. The old immortal left a secret order for the ancestors of our hunters' family: among the descendants of the Eighteen Swords of Sorrowful Heaven, if there is someone who can pull out the iron sword from the stone, this person is the master of the Sorrowful Sword who has been waiting for thousands of years in our family. ”

Ren Pingsheng's heart was shocked, and he had been practicing swords for more than three years, and only then did he know that this dilapidated iron sword turned out to be the ancient legend of the Sorrowful Sky Sword, and this set of Sorrowful Heaven Eighteen Style Swordsmanship has such an unknown shocking secret.

He unconsciously remembered the story of the gods and monsters about the Mountain of No Return that the second master told when he sat at the bridge.

He had countless questions in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. Father just patted him on the shoulder, and said in a calm tone: "Let's go, it's a matter of life and death for the whole village, and you can't miss tonight's discussion." ”

Ren Qiang got up and stepped forward, walked steadily, and won the past. Ren Pingsheng's heart was heavy, but when he saw his father walking in front, his clothes shook, and an extremely pure sword intent instantly filled the surrounding world.

With this, there is also a fierce murderous aura!

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In the camp on the gentle slopes of the snow-capped mountains, the aftermath of the attack is still unsettled. The soldiers were gathered, looking in the direction in which the white bear had disappeared, and they were puzzled. Suddenly, I saw a black shadow, crossing the gentle slope of the snowfield, like a flash, going down the slope.

When the black shadow also disappeared, a sword light rose into the sky in the distance, drew a long rainbow, and disappeared into the ground. The sword light rose and fell several times, each time it became faster and faster, and the sword qi emitted became more and more powerful.

In the rise and fall of the sword light, the roar of a beast shook the heavens and the earth. The soldiers on the gentle slope had all their hearts raised to their throats, but they didn't know which was better or worse in the battle situation down the slope.

Fortunately, it was only half a pillar of incense, and the howling of the beast and the sword light that pierced the twilight all fell silent. As far as the eye could see on the side of the mountain, a dark shadow appeared. It was still as fast as a fright, and it came in a flash.

The black shadow stood still, and everyone could see clearly that it was a military general in military uniform and armor. In his hand, the general carried a huge white bear fur, which was very completely peeled.

Hundreds of soldiers immediately cheered and shook the sky.

"I've seen Yuan Tunzheng. There were also some ten-captains and soldiers at the scene, who saluted the general, apparently the subordinate of the Tunzheng.

The general, known as Yuan Tunzheng, dropped the bloody bear skin in his hand and instructed a military physician: "Dispose of this fur and give it to the soldiers who lack clothes." ”

The military doctor hurriedly received the order, packed up the fur, and was about to thank him, but saw that Yuan Tun was walking like the wind, and hurriedly walked into the main general's tent.

Life for life, clean and neat, the morale that was originally a little gloomy and low was restored in an instant, and even better than before. When I was drinking and chatting, there were a lot of topics about that Yuan Tunzheng.

"Liu San, I heard that this Tun Zheng of your legion is a sword cultivator?" a tall sergeant asked the young colleague beside him.

The young sergeant named Liu San had a smug face, "It's not just sword cultivation, our Yuan Tunzheng has been traveling down the mountain since he left the sect, and then joined the army to defend the sect, and the natal flying sword called 'Qingzhu' can kill all the monks below the six realms." ”

"Then how many realms is he old man?"

"Of course, it's the Five Realms, and it's a skill to overwhelm people with the realm. ”

The tall sergeant was quite unimpressed, "Yuan Tunzheng's flying sword, I saw it just now, and it is indeed powerful." But the Zhang Tunzheng of our legion, although he is a martial artist of the Six Realms, with just a pair of fists, he has never lost against a martial artist of the same realm, or a monk of the Five Realms. ”

Liu Sandao: "You Zhang Tunzheng is strong in martial arts, everyone knows that he is cold, not like our Yuan Tunzheng, who is so easy to speak." ”

"Soldiers, that's called iron and blood, do you understand?"

"Okay, iron-blooded old ding, but I still like our Yuan Tunzheng. ”

The tall sergeant, who was also called Lao Ding, had no intention of getting entangled with him, so he changed the topic and said: "You say, we have two legions now, and there is only one legion left, and when we get to the mountain of no return, will we combine them into a legion?"

"That's fine, we can drink together every day. ”

"If that's the case, who do you want to be this Tunzheng?"

"Of course, it's still us Yuan Tunzheng!"

"With you, you can only drink. ”

......

In the main general's tent, there was another scene, with more than a dozen generals all with solemn faces.

"Yuan Jie, you just tried your hand and said how the situation was. Chang Yi asked the direction of the main seat, sat on the ground, and said to Yuan Tun, who had just entered the tent.

Yuan Jie, the Five Realms Perfection Monk of Xiqiao Mountain, didn't have time to sit down, so he said: "The rest of this place is not a big threat to the monks above the middle realm; With the consummation of the Five Realms, I fought against the white bear just now, and I was pressed to a halt in the Four Realms. ”

"It's just that the rank of the natal sword has not been lowered, and I don't know if other people's magic weapons are like this. ”

Chang Yiwen nodded silently, then turned directly to Zhu Tianjiao, who was sitting at the end, and said, "Tian Jiao, what do you think about this matter?"

Since defecting to the apologetic cavalry, Zhu Tianjiao has been treated like this beyond the military rank, and he has long lost his sense of flattery, "That snow bear, since he can break into the military camp alone, he hurts people and leaves." Its combat power is enough to crush those swordsmen in Si'an Village, except, of course, the hunter father and son. ”

Zhu Tianjiao's expression was slightly gloomy, but in his eyes, there was great hatred, "Even so, the father and son are impossible to match a Four Realms cultivator." What's more, there are no less than ten monks in the army who are more than five realms or martial artists who are above six realms. ”

Xun Zhen's face was as cautious as ever, and he glanced at the childish ten-master who had not yet taken off, "Have you ever seen that father and son use the Sorrowful Heaven Sword?"

Zhu Tianjiao shook his head: "The matter of the Sorrowful Sky Sword was all learned from the suicide note left by my grandfather in a hurry. As for the worn-out iron sword they used, whether it was the Sword of Sorrow or not, I don't know. The iron sword looked clumsy and abnormal, not like a high-ranking artifact. It can even be said that it is similar to the sword forged by the blacksmith of the mountains. ”

......

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Such as beans under the dim light, coarse tea and light rice fragrant.

The daily life of Jia Bancong and his little disciple Li Wuyi has always been so simple. Li Wuyi is only at this time that people can see that he still has the face of a child.

"Master, Senior Brother hasn't been seen for almost half a year, where do you say he went?" he asked as he gobbled it up.

Jia Bancong chewed slowly, and when he talked to his apprentice, he would inevitably stop the dishes and chopsticks. "Wuyi, your senior brother, I guess he went down the mountain, if he can come back alive, I'm afraid we will have to change places. ”

Li Wuyi looked stunned, "Master, are you saying that the senior brother will go down the mountain of no return?" But the senior brother has always listened to you, how could he hide from you to go down the mountain? Besides, can people go down the mountain of no return?"

Jia Bancong said: "There is no place where people can't go." The master came up from the bottom of the mountain, but he died nine times a lifetime. The way down the hill will be more difficult. If your senior brother can come back, you will know that no matter how difficult the road is, as long as someone has walked it, more and more people will go to it. ”

"Master, what is the purpose of that senior brother going down the mountain so hard?"

Jia Bancong said: "You are still young, and some things are not easy to understand." ”

"Master, I'm going to be fourteen years old. The young man said dissatisfiedly, "But the senior brother is also from the martial arts hall, why do you want us to move when you come back from the mountain?"

Jia Bancong glanced at the deep night outside the window, "Well, let's put it this way." Why does Master, keep you from getting too close to the two brothers? It's because you are small, and sometimes your human heart is like the night outside the window, when you see a piece of black, you think you have already recognized the night, but you don't know what is hidden in that black. ”

"Master, then why don't you accept two more apprentices, just accept two people with hearts like daytime. ”

Jia Bancong withdrew his gaze from the window and smiled at the little disciple, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Master, don't you like the two senior brothers, then why do you still accept them?"

Jia Bancong shook his head, "Of course not, Master is just used to being poor, and he is not the same person as them." You are not the same as them, so don't get too close, but it will be better. ”

"Well, I understand, I am the same person as Master. ”

The master looked at the innocent young man in front of him, his eyes were loving and full of relief.