April day in the world, the first day of April, the grand festival of pilgrims from 19 continents in the world to burn incense and worship.

Meishan because of the martial arts myth Shenjian Villa and the top of Meishan Golden Dome Buddha in the past to save people's legends, so that the world nineteen continents people yearn for it.

Some people burn incense for fame and fortune, some people burn incense for Hongchen marriage, some people burn incense for pilgrimage to the holy land of kendo, and some people Dengmei purely for this day's grand festival to appreciate the demeanor of people from all over the world in 19 continents.

When the oriental fish belly is white, the foot of Meishan has been crowded with people, the river flows endlessly, they have stepped on the climbing steps, everyone has joy on their faces, they are full of laughter and laughter along the way, with a pious heart to burn incense and pray for their wishes.

At the moment when the sun rose in the east, a warm and holy sun shone on Xuantian Xin's face, and the early morning mountain breeze blew her hair, she opened her eyes and saw herself leaning against the stone bench in the square of the Infinite Xuantian Palace.

She suddenly remembered something, thinking of the blood moon volley last night, the entire Wuliang Mountain was shrouded in a red and murderous atmosphere, and there was a white-haired woman in red suspended in the air under the blood moon!

Xuantian Xin's clothes were disheveled, her clothes were stained with a lot of blood, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the Infinite Xuantian Hall no longer existed, and it collapsed with a bang, and there was a lot of rubble, and the ground was in shambles, and her eyes didn't believe what she saw.

Xuan Tianxin's face suddenly turned solemn and ugly, she immediately turned her body, and she immediately saw the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue dusty swordsman in her heart.

Xuantian Xin immediately got up, but he only walked five or six steps, but it seemed that he had exhausted the strength of his life.

She came to the white-clad swordsman who was leaning against the rock, and he was sitting on the ground against the rock wall, his eyes closed.

The swordsman's white clothes were already stained red with blood, and his chest seemed to have been pierced by something, revealing his white bones.

The swordsman's calm and calm face shows that before his death, he retained the dignity of a master, he did not struggle, nor was he angry, and the swordsman walked peacefully.

Xuantian burst into tears and shouted out the word ancestor loudly, and she knelt in front of the swordsman with rain and cried.

She doesn't believe it, and she doesn't want to believe it, she grew up listening to the legendary stories of swordsmen, as long as she thinks of the many legends that swordsmen have left on the rivers and lakes, she is proud and proud as a descendant of swordsmen!

Xuantian didn't believe it, why was it a legend on the rivers and lakes, so he just left, leaving the rivers and lakes where he once dominated.

Xuan Tianxin didn't understand why the swordsman she had always admired in her heart since she was a child could be easily defeated by someone like this, and the person who defeated him was still a woman.

Before she could talk to him, learn swords from him, and learn everything from him, he just left silently!

Come and go in a hurry!

With a wave of her sleeves, she walked chic and calmly, but the swordsman took away the clouds in her heart.

Because he was the cloud in her heart, she grew up listening to his stories.

Xuantian Xin, at this moment, he also understands one thing in his heart, the children of the rivers and lakes are not only men, but daughters can also hold up half the sky.

The white-haired woman in red killed her most beloved ancestor.

The white-haired woman in red is actually stronger than her ancestors.

Xuantian Xin knelt on the ground and swore to Xuantian Sect's corpse that one day he would slash the enemy.

Xuantian knew in her heart that when the white-haired witch broke the Xuantian Sect's body protection qi last night, she was repelled by the sword qi into the main hall, hit the pillar of the main hall and then passed out, and she didn't know anything about what happened later.

Xuan Tianxin could naturally think that the ancestor used his last strength to bring her out of the main hall before he died, otherwise she would definitely be buried alive by the collapsed hall.

Xuantian Xin kowtowed to the body of Xuantian Sect, and later she carried the body of Xuantian Sect on her back and went to the mausoleum of the ancestors of Xuantian Sword Sect in Wuliang Mountain.

Today, a father and son came at the foot of Meishan, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a white shirt, with a handsome face, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, eight feet tall, carrying a bronze ancient sword, and the sword name is Qingxiao.

My father, who was in his early forties, had a square face, not angry, and his sword was at his waist, but his face was worried, and his brow was furrowed, and he did not know whether it was due to the exhaustion of the days of travel, or because of his heart.

At this time, the father and son happened to come to the front of the climbing steps, and the two of them invariably looked up at the climbing ladder that could not be seen at a glance, especially the young man, his eyes involuntarily looked at the top of Meishan Mountain, which was as high as a hundred feet of the sea tower.

He is a disciple of Shenzhou and a swordsman, so he naturally has a long history of Guanhailou, who has treasured the world's nineteen continents and has been famous swordsmen for nearly a thousand years.

Guanhailou is a holy place in the hearts of swordsmen all over the world.

He has great reverence for the martial arts myth Shenjian Villa, especially the pearl of the owner of the Shenjian Villa, Xie Wangsun, who is in the palm of his hand, and he loves and loves the city.

Three years ago, it was also the day when pilgrims from the nineteen continents in the world burned incense, and he followed his father Dengmei to visit, and went to Shenjian Mountain Villa as a guest with the other six sword sects in Shenzhou.

That day, after the banquet, he had nothing to do to stroll in the back garden of Shenjian Villa, he saw a beautiful woman dressed in red, barefoot, in the back garden of Shenjian Villa, surrounded by butterflies and flowers, the beautiful woman raised the wine jug high, raised her head to drink, the wine that flowed down from the wine jug, like a galaxy in the sky, flying down three thousand feet, was drunk by the beautiful woman.

He could clearly see the wine flowing down the flaming red lips of the stunning woman, to her snow-white neck, to the clothes on her chest.

That day, the stunningly beautiful woman wore a white dress, a few peach blossom hairpins for escape, and a few shooting stars hanging from her ears, shining in the sun.

He will never forget the scene of that day for the rest of his life, everything seems to be vivid, the red-clothed barefoot woman is like a fairy in the sky, the face of a sinking fish and a goose, and the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon.

He didn't feel stupid for a while, he never thought that there was such a peerless beauty in the world.

That beautiful woman, with the domineering and arrogant of a man, and the charming and charming of a daughter, has a perfect fusion of different temperaments in her, which he will never forget.

He could also see that behind the fairy's drunkenness, there was a faint sadness of the fairy, and he knew at that time that it was a fairy with a story.

Such a fairy will drink in a bold manner, she is not only a fairy, but also a maverick woman in the rivers and lakes.

The fairy later discovered him, and the fairy was not surprised by his appearance, but smiled at him.

That smile is better than three lives, better than a thousand words.

That glance, a glance for ten thousand years, just because you looked at that only glance.

The fairy threw the wine jug in his hand to him, the wine jug between him and her about ten zhang, crossed a beautiful parabola, flew in front of him, he reached out and took the wine jug, there was a fairy's body fragrance on it, it was a faint peach blossom fragrance, he put the wine jug to the tip of his nose and smelled it, which immediately made him refreshed, his heart beat fast, he had never been so nervous, even if it was a life-and-death duel with others on the rivers and lakes, he had never been so nervous.

The spout of the jug still smelled of rouge on the fairy's flaming red lips.

He is a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes, since the fairies are so informal, heroic and dry, he can not be rude and lazy, so he picked up the wine pot and drank the wine, the entrance is fragrant, the lips and teeth are fragrant, the aftertaste is endless, he is a person who knows wine, and has drunk a lot of fine wine from all over the world on the rivers and lakes!

Such a peach blossom brew is worthy of being brewed by the martial arts mythology Shenjian Villa!

The fairy saw him drinking, so he turned away, and behind the fairy was followed by a maid with a beautiful face and a moon, and the fairy called the maid to attack the name, and the raider followed the fairy's back with a pair of shoes, and kept shouting: "Miss, Miss, put on the shoes quickly!"

He later learned that that fairy was the famous Sword Villa owner of the Nineteen Continents Sword Villa, the sword immortal Xie Wangsun, the pearl of the palm of the city, Xie Chengcheng, the country and the city.

Before he met Xie Chengcheng, he had already heard of Xie Chengcheng's beauty.

In fact, he was a little resentful in his heart, thinking that it was an obscene song specially written by the world's scholars, and its purpose was to flatter the martial arts myth Shenjian Villa.

What he hates most on weekdays are the pedantic and stubborn scholars of Confucianism.

It wasn't until that day that he saw Xie Chengcheng's face with his own eyes that he felt that those pedantic and stubborn readers would also have a day to tell the truth.

From that day on, the fairy walked into his world, and he looked forward to the April day in the world every year, and on the first day of April, he could climb Meishan on this day, and he was fortunate enough to be a member of the Shenjian Villa, hoping to see the fairy who had been thinking about it again.

However, the year before last and last year, he didn't see a fairy when he entered the Divine Sword Villa, and the person who received them from the Seven Great Sword Sects of the Divine Continent was still the owner of the Divine Sword Villa, Xie Wangsun.

He took advantage of his leisure time to go to the back garden of Shenjian Villa for a walk, but after all, he found nothing, and he came back with a happy and disappointed experience!

He just wanted to see Xie Qingcheng, the fairy who had appeared in his dreams countless times, smiled at him and invited him to drink.

He touched the wine jug on his waist, and when he came back from his thoughts, he looked up at the climbing ladder and smiled at his father beside him: "Father, let's climb the mountain! Recently, there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that Li Xiaoyao, the sword emperor of the battle, ascended to the plum and discussed the sword a month ago, but Li Xiaoyao was defeated, and King Xie Sun Sheng! Li Xiaoyao's widow Duan Xuerou and his beloved daughter Li Yiren have already announced the news of Li Xiaoyao's death, and not long ago invited several of Li Xiaoyao's close friends to go to the Butterfly Flower Valley to attend Li Xiaoyao's funeral. Shenjian Villa is still Shenjian Villa after all, it is worthy of the myth of martial arts, Xie Wang Sun defeated Li Xiaoyao, adding another good story to this Jianghu. ”

The middle-aged man looked at the towering Meishan, and then looked in the direction of Wuliang Mountain in the north of Meishan, and did not answer the words of his son Fangcai, but said to his beloved son beside him: "Wuluo, I don't know what's going on, my heart has always been restless since last night, as if something big happened, it has always made me absent-minded, shocked and afraid." ”

The young man looked at his father looking at the north of Meishan, and knew that his father was concerned about Wuliang Mountain, which was far away in the north of Meishan.

The young man smiled at his father and said, "Father, don't worry! Tianxin, she is eighteen years old this year, and they all say that the female college has changed eighteen, and her sister is no longer a child! You, don't you say it! The ancestor and his old man have been in retreat in the Xuantian Sword Sect, in order to impact the innate realm, there is an ancestor sitting in the Xuantian Sword Sect, what else do you have to worry about! Even if my father has something on his mind, this Meishan Giant Buddha is particularly spiritual, we will go up the mountain to give the Buddha a few more incense, maybe the heart is sincere, the dream comes true, and it can also help the father to sleep and sleep well at night. ”

The middle-aged man is Xuan Mochen, the sect leader of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the young man is his beloved son Xuan Wuluo.

Xuan Mochen listened to Xuan Wuluo's words, his mood was much better, his face was sad, and he smiled at his son: "Time flies really fast! Tianxin is already eighteen years old, and Wuluo, you have just turned twenty this year." It is another year of Dengmei burning incense and worshiping the grand day, Wuluo this time the seven swords competition, you remember to me how to win the championship, and promote the prestige of my Xuantian Sword Sect. If you dominate the Seven Swords Sword Sect this time, I will definitely inform the ancestors when I go back this time, and the ancestors will remember that you have made great contributions to the Xuantian Sword Sect, and maybe they will give you a set of swordsmanship, and even personally guide you to practice swords, so you must not live up to my expectations of you. ”

Xuan Wuluo said respectfully to Xuan Mochen: "Don't worry, the child will not insult the prestige of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and he will definitely win the first place in the Seven Sects Sword Rankings." ”

The seven famous kendo families of Shenzhou will visit Shenjian Villa every year on the day of the world's pilgrims Dengmei.

The Seven Great Sword Sects have a rare opportunity to gather in the Divine Sword Villa, and the people under the Seven Sects must be ready to move when they see the disciples of his sect, and take this opportunity to discuss the sword.

One of them can be guided by the Excalibur Villa, the opportunity is rare, and the opportunity must not be lost and will not come again.

Second, you can take this opportunity to let the disciples of the Seven Swords Sect exchange swordsmanship with each other, learn martial arts, and discuss the Tao with swords.

The most important thing is to use the competition of the disciples of the Seven Swords Sect to discuss the sword ranking in private to determine the ranking battle of the seven major sword sects in Shenzhou.

In the past few years, the Xuantian Sword Sect was all in the bottom three, and he had never entered the top three, which has always been a regret in Xuan Mochen's heart.

For this Seven Sects Sword Ranking, Xuan Mochen has doubled his training for Xuan Wuluo this year, just for this day, hoping that Xuan Wuluo will shine in this Seven Swords Competition, and at the same time, he also cast a bronze ancient sword for Xuan Wuluo.

This sword is called Qingxiao, and it is also inlaid with seven gemstones, in order to pay tribute to the sword of Xuantian Sect Bixiao, and it is also a kind of determination.

Engrave ambition, engrave lofty ambition in your heart, and engrave it on your sword, implying firm ambition, keeping in mind your mission, and being unswerving, so that the name of Xuantian Sword Sect will resound throughout the rivers and lakes.

After receiving Xuan Wuluo's reply, Xuan Mochen gently patted Xuan Wuluo's shoulder, with an approving look in his eyes, and the scorching light, the father and son stepped shoulder to shoulder on the climbing steps to Meishan.

What the father and son didn't know was that an hour before they climbed the mountain, the people of the other three major sword sects in Shenzhou also climbed the plum one step ahead of their father and son, namely Qingcheng Spirit Sword, Huoyun Sword Valley, and Bishui Sword Pavilion.

Along the way, they looked like their father and son, talking and laughing, encouraging, spurring, and expecting, all hoping to obtain the first name for their respective sects in the Seven Sects of the Sword.

An hour later, at the foot of Meishan, the other three major sword sects of Shenzhou came one after another, namely Qingtian Blue Sword, Haotian Golden Sword, and Ertian First-class, and the people of the three major sword sects climbed the mountain one after another, including father and son, father and daughter, and master and apprentice.

After the Seven Great Sword Sects of Shenzhou ascended Meishan one after another, there was a beautiful young man at the foot of the mountain, and the young man was followed by a white-faced eunuch.

The beautiful boy's fair skin looks like an egg membrane that can be blown and broken, which is caused by years of pampering, ten fingers not touching the spring water, and congenital genetics, enough to see that the parents of the beautiful boy are a pair of people with better appearances.

The beautiful boy looks more charming under the morning sun of Meishan, his long and dense eyelashes are like two brush tips, gently sweeping the skin with his breathing, the black jade-like eyes exude a thick warmth, and the lips that bloom like cherry blossoms outline a half-moon-shaped arc, gentle as flowing water, and the beauty is shocking.

Although the beautiful boy has a good skin, his eyes can't hide his greed for power and beauty.

Today's beautiful boy climbs Meishan, not to burn incense, not to worship Buddha, but to say in the poetry of the world's scholars, to pour the country and the city.

The beautiful boy has long been in the palace, and he has heard that Xie has a good reputation for the country and the city, but he has never had the opportunity to witness the beauty.

Therefore, if you want to take advantage of the day when pilgrims from the nineteen continents in the world are burning incense, with his status as the prince of a country, it should not be difficult to enter the Shenjian Villa, and the Shenjian Villa will also give him three points of thin noodles.

Now one-third of the land of Shenzhou has been taken by the 300,000 iron hooves under the command of the beautiful young father, I believe that in less than ten years, God will favor and live up to the sky, and half of the land of Shenzhou can be included under the national territory, and Meishan will also be the border territory at that time.

In the future, the beautiful boy will inherit the throne of the great unification and become the new emperor, maybe he will canonize Xie Wangsun as the great mage of the protector of the country, and the moon will be the first to get the moon near the water, then Xie Tingcheng can also become his queen.

The beautiful boy secretly went out of the palace this time, concealed everyone's eyes and ears, dressed up in disguise, and personally took the first master of the palace to escort him to the Divine Sword Villa thousands of miles away.

Everyone in the world is cloudy, and they love the country and the beauty even more.

The beautiful boy wanted to know if it was worth him to give up the throne and play the princes.