Hu Fei saw Fei Xiong walking over there with a wine jug, and he didn't stop to see what Fei Xiong was going to do, and touched Qi Hong, who was still drinking: "I said Lao Qi, Lao Hu is too drunk, why are you going." ”

Qi Hong's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at Fei Xiong and said: "That's not it, Lao Fei's alcohol is half a catty and eight taels of me, and according to Lao Fei's wine, he is not a criminal, just look at him." ”

There were three or four tables in the middle, and Fei Xiong walked to the table of Chang'an and the old thing when Hu Fei and Qi Hong said a few words.

Fei Xiong picked up the wine jug and filled the old thing's wine glass, and then served it to the old thing and said politely: "Old man, please have a glass of wine, don't be surprised." ”

"Thank you, little brother, for your kind words. The old thing happily took the wine glass and took a sip, sure enough, the twenty-year-old Huadiao wine was incomparable to the burning knife he drank, and the mouth was full of wine after the entrance, and the aftertaste was endless.

Then Fei Xiong looked at Chang'an carefully before he spoke: "Old man, I see that Your Excellency has made Sun Tianting full, his eyes are clear, and there is a faint aura in his eyebrows. ”

Chang'an looked at Fei Xiong with a puzzled expression, this person didn't drink too much and talk nonsense, just when Chang'an was about to say that the old thing was his master.

The old thing laughed, drank a sip of wine and said: "Little brother Mo didn't drink too much wine, our two masters are ordinary poor people from the countryside, why are you so mysterious, little brother take a closer look, don't make a mistake." ”

No one paid attention to the old thing under the table, and pointed at a mysterious and mysterious qi machine in his hand, and Fei Xiong of the Four Elephant Realm on the side didn't feel any cultivation fluctuations at all, and didn't notice it.

Fei Xiong then rubbed his eyes and looked at Chang'an again, his face was completely opposite to what he had just said, it was muddy, his face was stunned, he patted his head, and thought to himself, could it really be that he drank too much and was confused?

Fei Xiong never gave up, and continued: "I don't know if I can offend the order Sun, let the order Sun take a look, if the sun is indeed good, old man, you can just enjoy the blessings in Liufu for the rest of your life." ”

As soon as he heard this, the old thing blossomed, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, little brother, please, if it's really as the little brother said, it will also be a blessing for our family." ”

After Fei Xiong agreed with the old thing, he put down the wine jug and rubbed his hands, only to see the soft vitality of his hands rolling, the middle finger and the ring finger were pinched together into a finger trick, and the left and right shoulder blades of Chang'an were offset by the positive and negative, secretly combining yin and yang, and the three of each hand were tightly fitted, and the vitality was surging, which was the very famous Taoist "three designated bones" method, which was used to measure the root bone of a person.

Fei Xiong tried twice in a row before he stopped, and the secret way was really hell, and he really had no choice before he apologized to the old thing: "The old man is really embarrassed, he is clumsy and bothered, please forgive me." ”

The old thing hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It's a pity that my grandson is a rare little brother." ”

Fei Xiong shook his head and handed the wine jug he brought to the old thing, "I take the liberty of bothering and ask the old man not to be surprised, this wine should be all an apology, Xiao Er, serve some good dishes to this table, and all of them will be recorded in my account." ”

"Okay, Fei Ye, come right away. ”

The old thing hurriedly got up and said, "Little brother, I can't help it, I can't help it, how dare I let you break the bank." ”

Fei Xiong pressed the old thing's shoulder and motioned for the old thing to sit down, but he used a little bit of strength and a little bit of real qi to check it, "The old man doesn't have to be polite, just eat well, count me as a reckless apology, and I won't bother." ”

After speaking, Fei Xiong walked back, looking at Chang'an and the old thing with some reluctance and doubt.

The old man still arched his hand and said politely: "The old man has thanked the little brother." ”

The old thing thought to himself, a little sample, and then raised Erlang's legs and drank a little wine leisurely.

Chang'an looked at the old thing and said in a low voice as he looked at the old thing eating a meal of wine and food in vain: "Old thing, why did I suddenly feel a little headache just now, my eyes were foggy, and my shoulders were sore, and then I suddenly got better." ”

The old thing looked at Chang'an and smiled, waving his hand, "Don't worry, don't worry, you just drank too much, come, come, come, eat quickly, little brother invited a lot of dishes, don't eat and waste." ”

Chang'an nodded suspiciously, seeing Xiao Er's constant food coming up, his appetite was great, and he didn't bother to talk to the old thing at the moment, so he devoured it.

Fei Xiong walked over to Hu Fei and touched his head and said, "It's really strange." ”

Hu Fei saw Fei Xiong with a puzzled look and asked, "What's the matter, old Fei, is it possible that a young man still has something to do with your Liufu." ”

Fei Xiong shook his head and thought for a while and said, "That's not it, Lao Hu, you know that our Liufu worships Mr. Blue Valley." ”

Hu Fei stuffed a piece of pig's head meat into his mouth and said: "Then I must know, I also know that Mr. Langu studied under Wudang Mountain, and then he went down the mountain for some reason, so Haoran Sword Technique is not Wudang's martial arts, but didn't he say recently that Mr. Langu went back to Wudang to see people, what does it have to do with Mr. Langu?"

At this time, Qi Hong also moved the stool forward and listened to what Fei Xiong was about to say.

Fei Xiong poured a glass of wine and drank it up, propped it on the table with one hand and chopsticks in the other, and said selectively: "Let's not talk about that first, in fact, it's nothing, brother, didn't I talk to you, sometimes when I'm fine, I like to run errands behind Mr. Blue Valley and want to learn something." But Mr. Lan Gu is willing to teach me but can't pass it on to me, I am learning fist and foot kung fu and related internal skills, and the two are not the same vein. Moreover, Mr. Lan Gu couldn't pass on Wudang's martial arts at will, and in the end, he couldn't stand my brother's thick skin, so he taught me the 'Three Designated Bones' method, so that I could find some good seedlings for the young master to cultivate when I was fine. ”

Hu Fei said suddenly: "Do you think that young man has good qualifications, so he went over to take a look?"

Fei Xiong clapped his hands, "That's not it, originally this 'three designated bones' method has a method of looking at people, who knows that if you drink too much wine, you will lose your eyes." ”

Qi Hong lifted the wine jug and sneered at Qi Hong: "If you want me to say, old Fei." You haven't learned what Mr. Lan Gu taught you, and you dare to fool around, but don't embarrass Young Master Liu. He doesn't smell this wine, and he will be confused depending on how much you have drunk, come, brother, respect you. ”

Fei Xiong said ashamedly: "Lao Qi is right, I still have to study hard." Lao Qi, I salute you and Lao Hu with this cup, if you delay drinking, I will punish myself first, you are free. ”

......

In the Great Qianhuang Palace, Emperor Qian, dressed in a dragon robe, walked in an underground palace, and saw that the palace was surrounded by night pearls. In the middle of the empty underground hall, there is a sword platform, on which is placed a simple long sword, this sword is called - Dao Yin.

I saw that the Daoyin sword was three feet three inches and three minutes long, and the hilt placed on it and the scabbard placed below were all pale cyan, like a stone, faintly with a simple and vicissitudes of life, and there were complex lines depicted on it, like a spell formation.

Look at the sword body again, the cold light is extremely sharp, there is a compelling killing intent within three feet of the body, the sword body is engraved with complex lines, and it looks like a magnificent mountain and river from a distance, and the sun, moon and stars are mapped. Looking at it closely, the patterns are like individual insects, fish, birds and beasts, and the gods and birds are included in them.

A sword gives people the feeling that it is holding the mountains and rivers of the world. If it weren't for the level of painting saints, it would be impossible to imagine who would be able to draw such a beautiful and infinitely varied pattern for this sword, and it would really be if this sword fell from the sky.

Emperor Qiandi walked to the front of the Dao Yin Sword four or five feet and stopped, every time Emperor Qiandi came here to look at the Dao Yin Sword, he felt extraordinary, and he couldn't extricate himself from watching this sword, as if he was immersed in it.

I only heard the sound of vicissitudes coming from the main hall, which woke Emperor Qian from his trance, "Hao'er, I have told you many times, you are not a person who practices martial arts, let alone a natural sword embryo, don't indulge in it, there is sadness." ”

Emperor Qian smiled awkwardly, looked at an old man in a yellow robe who appeared beside him at some point and said, "Gaozu, Hao'er knows, but every time I see such a beautiful divine sword, I can't help but admire it. ”

The old man who was called Gaozu by Emperor Qiandi put his hands on his sleeves and said: "Look, take a look, I guess you won't be able to see Luo in the back." ”

Emperor Qian looked at Gao Zu suspiciously, "Why?"

Gao Zu took the Daoyin Sword in his hand and stroked it gently, "You have to return Renluo, that old thing has come to take the sword." ”

Emperor Qiandi couldn't understand what he was saying, and bowed down and said, "The great-grandson doesn't know, and I ask Gaozu to make it clear." ”

Gao Zu looked at the Dao Yin Sword in his hand as if he had fallen into a memory, and said slowly.

In this way, it has to be said that it was a hundred years ago, when the Mo family's Daqian Empire had already been established for a hundred years, but it was not stable. Like the other three countries, the remnants of the annexed power states were unwilling to be destroyed, and kept agitating for uprisings and thinking of restoring the country.

At that time, not to mention Emperor Qiandi Mo Zhenghao's father, even Emperor Qian's grandfather was probably born not long ago. The ancestor in Emperor Qian's mouth is Mo Zijin, the grandfather of Emperor Qiandi Mo Zhenghao's grandfather, who was just eighty years old at the time, and he had already made the emperor ignore state affairs and concentrate on cultivation in order to continue to break through.

Mo Zijin, who was eighty years old at the time, had already participated in the creation and reached the top of the Liangyi Realm Great Perfection, and had been immersed in the Liangyi Realm Great Perfection for more than 20 years, with a solid foundation, but the people of the royal family have always been like this, always full of ambition. Eighty-year-old Mo Zijin wanted to go one step further and advance to the legendary Infinite Realm, so he left the palace to find a hidden master to learn from and explore the true meaning of martial arts.

At that time, Mo Zijin encountered a lot of old things like himself, and even some old monsters.

But by chance, Mo Zijin met a fellow traveler named Jian Han, who was ten years younger than himself and held a long sword named Dao Yin. Wander all over the world's famous mountains and rivers, seek kendo, and pursue the ultimate top.

At that time, Mo Zijin had a feeling of sympathy, and wanted to explore the true meaning of martial arts with Jian Han in order to break through his own shackles. But he was rejected by Jian Han, who persistently believed that the sword he practiced was the sword of a gentleman, and there was no need to argue, as long as he practiced the sword in the red dust, practiced the sword intent of the rolling river, practiced the sword intent of the waves of Tianmen River, practiced the sword intent of the towering Mount Tai, and practiced the sword intent of nature...... When the day comes to fruition, it will naturally come to fruition and appreciate the style of the infinite realm.

Jian Han was unwilling to compete with him, and Mo Zijin had no choice, because once he reached their realm, no one was a layman. But this is not difficult for Mo Zijin, they all say that the old cow nose, the old cow nose. Isn't this person naturally becoming an old when he gets old, anyway, Mo Zijin has nothing to do, so he has been pestering Jian Han and forcing Jian Han to fight with him. Aren't you stubborn, then I'll be more stubborn, anyway, I'm a lot older, so don't be cheeky. In the end, Jian Han couldn't concentrate on practicing swords, so he reluctantly agreed to Mo Zijin.

Later, after many battles, they won and lost each other, and although the two did not improve, they gained a lot of martial arts experience.

As the old saying goes, where there is a first time, there is a second. In this way, under Mo Zijin's stubborn fighting, the two continued to learn and communicate, and each other became a whetstone on the road of cultivating martial arts. From the initial gains, to the lifelong martial arts exchanges between each other, and then to the final conclusion that there is no possibility of progress, the two gave up learning.

The two of them felt that their lives had suddenly become meaningless, and that was really the end of martial arts? Is the Boundless Realm really just a legend? Mo Zijin went from the initial full of self-confidence and the expectations behind the Dao to the gradual disappointment and finally despair, Mo Zijin felt that no one would ever be able to see the demeanor of the Boundless Realm.

But Jian Han didn't think so, Jian Han felt that the method was wrong, and practicing martial arts to prolong people's lives was already against the sky. Then since I can't cultivate with the sky, then I will go against the sky. Fighting with people is already boring, it is better to fight with the sky and have endless fun.

At that time, when Mo Zijin heard Jian Han say this, he felt like he was looking at a madman, and felt that Jian Han had practiced sword practice to the point of madness.

Aren't all sentient beings in this world, including people like you and me who have practiced martial arts to the extreme, all of them are part of this sentient being, they all rely on God to live, how can they fight with the sky?

But such a thought lingered in Jian Han's mind, like the morning bell and dusk drum in the temple, constantly beating and reminding Jian Han's brain. Sword practitioners, cultivating their hearts, must follow their own hearts and move forward, otherwise it will be difficult for the sword heart to clear the table when it is dusty. In the end, Jian Han made up his mind that since there was only this path left, he had to try.

There is no rival in the world, it is better to go to heaven to find it.

When practicing the sword to the realm of sword cold, the sword has long been cast in the heart, and there is not much difference between having a sword in your hand or not.

In order to leave a thought, Jian Han came to the Daqian Imperial Palace to protect the hidden sword of the Dao Mo Zi Jin Dynasty. If he lives and dies, he can find someone who is destined to pass it on, and if he is not dead, he will come to get the sword himself in the future.

Mo Zijin solemnly accepted this sword for Jian Han, which can be regarded as returning the love of the year, maybe they don't have too much worldly feelings in their realm, and they may pay more attention to the cause and effect of Buddhism.

On that day, Jian Han left the Great Qian Palace, and there was no heavy rain in the sky over the Yinshan Mountain Range that night, but lightning and thunder. It can really be said that the sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light chills 19 continents. Ordinary people think that it is a celestial phenomenon, who can imagine that this is forced by manpower.

The Grand Canyon connected to Daqian in the Northern Wei Dynasty was already fifteen zhang wide, but it suddenly doubled in width after that night.

Since then, Mo Zijin has not heard any news of the sword cold, but it is a pity that the figure like a sword god has died.